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[liquidsky]

.........

[Yes, a lot of silence is all this inbox says, with some rustling in the background. Barty has no idea how this is supposed to work.]

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[Video]

[pmsgargoyle]

[ After Harry Potter's post ]

Well, well, the cat is out of the bag.

[Private Video]

[liquidsky]

[He immediately switches this to private, because some people have to be careful with not letting their face and their name be visible at the same time. Him, mostly.]

Meow.

text;

[standsonhigh]

If you have no plans, come over. I need a drinking buddy.

If you do have plans, cancel them and still come over. I need to get drunk and getting drunk alone during the holidays is just sad and pathetic. And I'm neither.

text;

[liquidsky]

Not sad or pathetic. Right. Are you lonely?

Day 390

[nukeoleptic]

[ The message comes while she's still on the train, as soon as they're close enough to Asgard for the bracelets to function again. ]

you want a cookie?
i have some extras

[liquidsky]

I'd love to, but I would have to go through a battle just to get caught after it's over.
Again.

text 1/?

[standsonhigh]

Are you done helping yet? Or have you died? You better not die this early on, I barely got to use you.

If you've died, I want your stuff. Is that okay? Actually, don't care, you'll be dead so you'll never see this. So I'm going to take it. If you come back to life, you'll have to ask nicely for it back. Do you have anything useful? Or do you give it all to your master like a good sugar daddy? So disappointing :c

text 2/? | Just gonna reply like this to spare your inbox

[standsonhigh]

[Sends along several selfies of him pulling potentially the stupidest faces known to man. Just to keep your spirits up. And then one of an unconscious squirrel.]

Today I made a squirrel run repeatedly into a tree today. Fun day. You're missing out big time.

voice 3/?

[standsonhigh]

I started taking your stuff today till I realised it's all entirely useless.

Get better stuff.

action; day 391

[flightofdeath]

Aristaeus.

[He calls, sharp. Not unkindly, but with direction and focus. There are books laid out on the desk, multiple types of ink and a fair number of parchment pages laid out with certain designs sprawled upon them, and Voldemort sits before the desk in a button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose a rune inked into his right arm, and black trousers. He wears no shoes, as he is studying at his place of residence. A place which, since his initial intention to go into hiding, has been soundproofed by runes upon each wall.]

[liquidsky]

[Naturally, Barty jumps to attention immediately, approaching the desk and lowering his head in a mimic of a bow, though he doesn't kneel down. He would if there was any sign of his Lord expecting him to.

He does have things he should report to him, but he's kept his distance for now, since nothing seemed urgent enough to be worth interrupting his Lord.]

My Lord?

[asgardsbeauty]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

backdated to Day 400

[asgardstricks]

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.

ᴅᴀʏ 404 ( ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

[considered]

[ He would find Jamie in his room when he comes back, drinking a glass of wine. there's a second glass just in front of her. don't say she's not kind. ]

The trip was surprisingly enlightening.

[ as if he asked her of it, or invited her for the sake of the matter but then again, Moriarty. ]

[liquidsky]

[There is little reason to complain when wine and the company is good, even if it is surprising. Still, if he's startled he doesn't show it, just inclining his head in a mock bow as he enters the room and lets the door fall shut behind her.]

With the right eyes to see, I should think one could find enlightenment anywhere.

action | d419.

[tumbler]

Zevran is mulling about in Asgard when he spots a familiar face. It's been a while since he's seen this one-- he was wondering if the fellow simply up and disappeared. Of course, being Zevran, you can't just waltz over to someone you met on the battlefield, yes? Instead, Zevran immediately clambers up the nearest building, but not before grabbing a handful of pebbles.

Once he's walking along the rooftop's edge, he begins, very lightly to throw tiny pebbles down at this John fellow. It's not hard enough to hurt, and at first, Zevran does not even aim for the man himself. Just nearby him, around him, to see how long it will take for dear John to figure out what's going on.

action;

[considered]

[ by now he should probably be used to her visits, as unexpected and unannounced as they are. it would seem moriarty isn't one to call or send a message before; when she wants to be, she's just there. how long she's been waiting is unclear, but she always does tend to make herself comfortable. this time she's drawing. it's an odd sight, jamie moriarty in her pencil skirt and silken blouse and heels but with charcoal stained fingers as she creates a black and white sketch of one of her upcoming projects

too many people frown upon American Impressionism. A pity.

She will speak once he comes in. ]

A rather curious artwork.

[ the sketch? the burning school? who even knows. ]

action;

[liquidsky]

[While sometimes a couple of days go by without him returning to his room here, he has come to expect her visits and gauging when they would happen. So he stops by there today, walking in and closing the door behind himself. Her comment at first only gets a noncommittal sound from him, as he closes the distance between them to stand right behind her, peering down at the painting. He doesn't touch her, but there is just a finger's width between them when he does reply.]

Do you think the curiosity comes from the artist or does it, like beauty, lie in the eye of the beholder?

private text

[standsonhigh]

Your boyfriend is concerned for your well being.

Re: private text

[liquidsky]

Why are you talking about yourself in third person?

text (419)

[grimmig]

Skull and snake. Yours?

[what's the verdict on that? give me the scoop, Barty, I've got whispers in my ears.]

Re: text (419)

[liquidsky]

Mine? I wouldn't go that far.

What did you see?

text (419)

[grimmig]

"Bartemius Crouch, Jr. 'John'. – ~1960 - ~1990s? - Loki, telepathy.

Physical Description -

Early thirties. Brown hair, dark eyes, pale. Thin nose, oval-shaped face, unassuming brows. Tattoo of a snake extending from and encircling the mouth of a skull upon inner left forearm. In the latest masquerade, John's seen a bit of use out of a terrifically ugly leather coat. ~6', lean.

Affectation: Tastes the air as though he were a snake. Does not do so when disguised.

Background -

- English, pureblood, old family.
- Father involved in legal system.
- Became a death eater, either before or a year or two after he came of age.
- Got caught.
- Sentenced to life imprisonment for his part in the torture of two aurors.
- Mother disguised herself to take his place in prison, where she soon passed.
- Held captive in his father's home for twelve years, assumed dead by the outside world.
- Taught defensive magic for a year by overcoming and impersonating the original hire.
- Tenure led to the death of one student, and imperilment of others.
- Around this time, murdered his father and fed him to a dog.
- Soul was destroyed in restitution.

Present -

- Followed Tom Riddle closely before his recent departure.
- Involved in various incidents of torture and murder at his side.
- Acted under alias in Alfheim; injured during fighting, resistant to seeking formal aid.
- Suffered a mental break during the recent 'misfires'. Recovered.
- Keeps careful track of the network.
- Investigating runic magic.
- Financially supporting Merope Riddle, but unwilling to live with her directly -- cites potential danger to her person.
- Inclined to move covertly, often separates face and name.

Relationships -

- On hostile terms with most travelers of our world.
- Special animosity with Severus Snape (see: network posturing). Snape has hit him upon more than one occasion.
- Protective of Merope Riddle -- in turn, very fond of him. Willing to go behind Tom's back to warn me off her.
- The son of the aurors he tortured is in Asgard. Doubtless, they'll have had private contact.
- The same applies to Asgard's other death eaters, past and present.
- Contacts me with some frequency. Working with me to house Merope.
- He's already made at least one good friend in you. ;)

Personality -

Decently clever, and revels in it. Lives to bait, and seems to enjoy the disconnection between what others believe of him, and what's truly there. Rather perceptive, but a bit one-note when he strikes upon a resonant point of manipulation.

Barty Crouch is a curious cross between leader and follower. He enjoys exercising power, and I would argue feels a certain need for control. This lends a very active, independent approach to his work; a 'go-getter', so to speak. But moreover, he is attracted to the recognition of that power, preferably by those of equivalent or greater merit. He wants to be seen not as an equal, but as special; above all the others, but below still the one.

The shepherd's favourite dog. Paternalism. Etc.

At the risk of flattering an ego that loathes the attachment of conventional authority and status quo; I have some concerns as to his long-term stability."



Well, that's a mixed bag.

text

[liquidsky]

He's observant. Although I should think he could give a better physical description. Unassuming brows? I don't even know what that means.

If you require clarification you might be best advised to talk to him, after all my stability isn't guaranteed.

are you tired of me yet

[adjunct]

[So this is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea, but here Neville is anyway, doing exactly what he told Sirius he wouldn't do. For Reasons.]

You ought to leave Will well enough alone.

I could never tire of you!

[liquidsky]

I don't even know how to respond first.

However did you get the impression that there is any way for anyone to leave Will 'well enough'?

[grimmig]

Albus specified "people from his world". Have you got the same condition, or do I have the run of Asgard in your disclosure?

[liquidsky]

With one exception all of Asgard.

text;

[grimmig]

You don't happen to need anyone beaten do you?

text;

[liquidsky]

Did you wake up feeling violent?

text before cuddle event;

[infomodder]

when we got in each other's heads i got to hear some screaming. feel pride and purpose. people being tortured.

were they that neville kid's parents?

[Good morning.]

- special someone

[liquidsky]

I don't recall that well, but given my state during that time I think it's more likely that it was my father.

Why ask?

- aw, you're sweet when you get cute

[Delivery] Day 439

[comeonthensexy]

[ If Barty has been out today, he'll find an envelope addressed to him. If he's been in, he might hear it slip under the door. Whichever.

In it, he'll find a letter written by River Song, with a tear at one side of it as though it was torn from somewhere (which it was).

He's lucky the Doctor delivered it at all. He can't for the life of him figure out why River wrote a letter to Barty Crouch of all people. ]

video;

[trepidations]

I...

[ He isn't sure why he's dialed up Barty, but when one sits in their room alone all day, it's difficult not to cry out for help. He felt guilty trying to contact any of his friends. ]

You were wrong, you know. [ He lets out a breath. ] They don't... hate me. Not really. I just thought you --

you should know.

text;

[liquidsky]

So I gather. Naivety and idiocy is unfortunately all too common. You seem to have a very confounding understanding of what it means to serve the Dark Lord.

You can fool them and apparently even yourselves, but I know you and I know the Dark Lord. I know what sacrifices he demands and what proof of loyalty. You bear the Mark. You've tortured. You've killed.

You have been shown the price for disloyalty.

private text, 457 future dated a little;

[palebee]

Come over.

[liquidsky]

What?