<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4192605#msg4192605">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 28-01-2011, 20:17:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>"Nor do I," he commented lightly as the other said that he didn't get to play like this often, "It's difficult to get away from home," the only reason he had managed to get away tonight without an escort was because all the Aurors were busy at the Potter's house. Damage control. Had it not been for that, he would still be sitting at home with an Auror sitting outside his door. Oh how he hated it. He prayed that the death of the Potter's would be enough to get his mother removed as Minister. He'd have so much more freedom once that happened.<br/><br/>He watched as the knives pecked and slashed at the Muggle man's skin and clothing. It was almost pleasurable to watch the dark spots of blood drip on the floor or soak into the bits of cloth that clung to the man's body. The Death Eater moved to take care of the female and he listened intently as the other cast his spells. They were ones that he wasn't all too familiar with, "What was that? 'Caput Meridiem' and 'Septintrio'? I don't recall those."<br/><br/>This Death Eater interested him. He knew who some of them were. Lucius Malfoy for one. Not to mention Evan Rosier. It was easy to pick them out, but he didn't know who this one was. There was something familiar about his voice and Bastien knew he'd heard it at the Ministry. Bastien couldn't help but wonder who this person was, though he doubted he would be given the privilege of knowing. Till he could openly pledge himself to the Dark Lord, it was unlikely that any of the Death Eaters would trust him in the slightest.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"'Caput' - it's a banishing charm that is slightly antiquated. It simply sends the target away from the caster, unless it's given direction. 'Meridiem', South. 'Septintrio', North. Why not use tortures muggles invented to use on our kind on them?" His voice trembled with venomous ire, as if the Witch Trials were a recent transgression. Barty fell silent as the woman's joints popped wetly and her screams grew shrill. "Another such torture was... pressing." He twisted his wand over her chest, wordlessly casting the spell.<br/><br/>Her screams grew shorter almost immediately as a great invisible force settled on her. The screams turned to frantic sobs and incoherent babbling as the weight increased, more and more until she couldn't draw air into her lungs, and still more until the sound of her ribs cracking came. Barty cast a glance at the young man watching, grinning though his mask hid it. He didn't stop the spell, letting it crush the life from the muggle woman. There were muggles still at large in the village, and he could heard houses close by being dragged down to their foundations.<br/><br/>"Lets find some fresher prey. Finite Incantate." The spell hit the male muggle as well, and his screams were wailing and annoying. Barty stooped, picked up one of the knives that had dropped and slit the muggle's throat. He gargled and flailed, blood rushing from the slice in a wave. "I've never killed like that before. Messy, but oddly satisfying." He dropped the bloody blade, then nodded at the door. "After you." He might trust the loyalist enough to torture along side him, but giving him his back made Barty hesitate.