Albiorix watched the woman as she whispered to herself softly, his eyes not missing anything as she pressed her hand against her sternum. He knew exactly what she was doing and all this prompted him was a bit of an exaggerated eye roll as he laid his head back down on the cold slab of stone below him. His eyes looking up into the darkness overhead as he whispered something that sounded vaguely like '<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Death Eater Wannabes-</span></i>' just seconds before the single door within the room swung open, light erupting into the dark room as a familiar voice echoed within.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Joramir.</span>" He replied simply, his tone holding a bit of a feigned embellishment, he would do an over exaggerated bow if he could but alas he was still bound. He had never liked the man, even back when they were both Death Eaters. He always had a feeling that Jora had issues with Albi from the very beginning. He wasn't sure why, though he thought it might have had to do with the fact that he was brought into the circle of Death Eaters at a very young age by Albi's adopted mother and father. Though that didn't make his rise to power any easier, he knew that Jora felt like Albi didn't deserve what he earned.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You underestimate how much of a thorn I can be in your side Joramir, I would never die before I could cause you at least a little more inconvenience.</span>" He said with a slight of a cocky tone as the man mentioned how he was still alive, though he didn't comment on the part about looking for a dark lord to serve. Partially distracted by his wand as it was produced from the man's hands. He wanted nothing more than the reclaim his wand then and there, but he knew at least for the moment, it would only hurt him. He was bound and he couldn't exactly use the wand. So he let the man taunt him.<br/><br/>Albiorix wanted to say he hadn't been answering anyone's show of strength, he wanted to actually thank the bastard for being the distraction he so desperately needed. But he knew better, he had worked with Joramir and he knew that he could only push so far with the man before he reached his limit. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I am no mindless cretin Jora. I do not kill without reason and a clearly thought out plan. You should know that. The man I killed died because that is what he deserved. Plus with the ministry watching my every move, it is hard to rain hell upon the muggles without getting caught. But well, I suppose I have a few lessons to learn from you, attacking the ministry and all, you've got some balls. Though I would say you're trying a little too hard.</span>" Albiorix lifted his head up a slight off the stone slab as he watched as he slid Albi's wand away and out of sight, beginning to ramble on about his newest master.<br/><br/>Albi wanted so desperately to roll his eyes once more, make some snarky comment about how the man was a slave to other people's will. A practice on the side of the powerful. Yet he still his tongue, he had made battle with Jora a time or two before and Albi knew if anyone could actually match his skills in a duel it was this man. And well, Albi didn't even have his wand.<br/><br/>Before Albi could even think of something appropriate to say in response to his embellishment about some woman. The same flash of green Albi had seen in his dreams erupted into the room, chasing off the darkness for just a few seconds before it settled again, though this time the cloaked figure sunk to the ground. Albiorix started a bit stunned, surprised at his completely careless murder of his lesser before he spoke of something, he thought he had heard the last of. Thinking his response over in his mind for a few seconds. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I once lusted for immortality, when I was rather young and naive. Though I suppose the concept no longer appeals to me... I do not fear death, nor do I feel too cowardly to try to escape it.</span>" He spoke quicker than he thought, the later words coming out a slight harsher than he intended for them to. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Though, I'm sure this is the part where you try to convince me, huh? You're little leader trying to raise an immortal army? I'd... figured you would have learned better, after we all saw what became of Voldemort.</span>" Albiorix laid back flat, unsure what he could do now. But it was now that he began to force his mind to try to summon his wand. He could feel the situation becoming increasingly tense and he knew he would need it soon if Joramir even felt that a single of his words was less than satisfactory.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><a href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/15673/" target="_blank">View attachment 15673</a><br/>​</div><br/><i>Creeeeak... Creeeak... Creeeak...</i><br/><br/>The sound of the rocking chair reverberated through the blackened walls of the sad old home. The contents of it which seem irreversibly burned and beyond recognition. As if a fire had burned through the home, erasing its history. Not a soul could recall what had occurred to cause the home to fall in such disrepair, and no one dared stepped inside for over two decades. Avoiding the mysterious home at all costs. It was this fear to approach that safeguarded the residences dark past, one thought to have been forgotten by all but one remembered to this day.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>A gentle and eerie hum accompanied the soft creaking of the rocking chairs movements, the only sign of life from within, yet those that moved down the street only heard silence. A woman sat in the old chair, her back facing the entry as she stared off into the oblivion before here. Her long dark and graying hair were done up in a tight bun. She wore a thin, light blue dress as she rocked slowly in the chair. Seeming content to herself for the longest time.<br/><br/>When she heard the crack the familiar CRACK that echoed just outside the home she flinched for just a moment, her soft song stalling for just the second before she continued. She knew what the sound was and she had been expecting it for so very long.<br/><br/>She waited, continuing to rock gently as she waited for the wizard to step into the house. There was no other reason for one to come to this small village and her ears listened for the door as she continued to hum a slight louder. She could hear the caution in the approach of the man as he moved into the home, her humming unceasing as he approached. It was only when he stepped into the same room as her did she stop, yet her chair continued to rock in tune with the absent humming. Finally speaking. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">I wondered... how long it would take you... to come home... Albion...</span>"