<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4180503#msg4180503">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 25-01-2011, 23:58:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bastien smirked, slightly relieved that he wasn't attacked. This Death Eater out ranked him and that usually meant they were stronger too. Still, he was sure once his mother was out of office, he could present himself as a useful asset to the Dark Lord and be Marked as well. He watched as the Death Eater released his spell on the Muggles and he smiled again, "I must admit, I am quite used to using the Imperius Curse...but only because I stand to be a liability at times..." he admitted softly as he walked over to the withering Muggles, "They are rather pathetic, aren't they?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Behind his mask, Barty grinned, the fellow wizard coming into the room. "Imperius does have its uses, it can even be entertaining, but... mmm. The Unforgivables are... brutish. Perfect for getting things done but not much scope for play." He sighed and looked at the weak, powerless muggles. "Ah, yes, they are. I prefer prey that at least stands a chance. Yet this holds a... perverse pleasure." Like plucking wings from a doxxie, or snapping the legs of a bowtruckle.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4180503#msg4180503">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 25-01-2011, 23:58:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He reached out with his wand and used it to tip up the male muggle's head, "I think this one," he didn't know who the Death Eater was, but felt comfortable in the fact that they were both here for the same thing, "The males always put up more of a fight..."<br/><br/>Standing back, closer to Barty, Bastien looked around the room. Due to him always having to use a third party to send information to the Dark Lord, he tended to do the same thing with his spells. He saw a kitchen not far away, "Be right back..." he walked off to the kitchen and came back out with a handful of kitchen knives. He lined them up on a coffee table before going back towards Barty. Bastien raised his wand at the knives, "Oppugno," they twitched around the table for a moment before shooting up into the air. His wand then went to the Muggle, giving the knives their target, "Don't kill. Only maim," no sense in destroying their fun so soon.<br/><br/>The knives aimed and shot at the muggle like bullets. The man started squirming and flailing as the knives started to prick and jab at his body, "I don't care much for the screaming, but I do like seeing them squirm," he said rather blankly to Barty.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Barty nodded and kept his wand aimed at the muggle pair, the woman gabbling something that was too warped by her weeping to make any sense, the man looking around frantically as if seeking something to help their dire situation. "It's a shame we do not have longer to play," Barty signed, "I don't often get to. And there was something I was meaning to attempt - but it would take longer than we have time for. But the Dark Lord is merciful, his will is that we raze the village, so you will not suffer long. Be grateful."<br/><br/>He had spoken loud enough that the interloper might hear him from the other room. How long had he been in here all ready? Not long, but he knew it was foolish to linger - more the overzealous followers outside and the possibility that someone might not check the house didn't have one of their number within before hurling magic its way. Barty tsked himself for not leaving a clear mark on the door.<br/><br/>Bastien returned carrying knives. A thrill of anticipation washed through Barty as he watched, curiously. The charm snatched the knives and made them attack the snared man, darting around him, his clothes becoming tatters as his skin was slashed to pieces. The man's smooth comment was difficult to hear over the pair's cries, but Barty heard. "Finite, silencio." He released the man's body bind, so he might fight and thrash, but muted his piteous wails.<br/><br/>"When they are worked on long enough, when every bit of hope is cut away, their screams sound different. It's rather enchanting." Unlike the stoic man, Barty couldn't help the eager hunger from colouring his speech. He had seen Bellatrix's husband at his version of play, several months before. It was beautiful. Barty had been trying to recreate the effect but he just couldn't.<br/><br/>Unable to withhold himself any longer, he turned his attention to the woman. He walked over to her and she screamed, "No, no, no, God help me, no, no!"<br/><br/>Barty stroked his wand, considering, then pointed at her midriff. "Immobulus." He pointed to her head, felt a smirk twist his lips. "Caput Meridiem." Her body twisted around so that her feet pointed North. He pointed at them, next and said, "Caput Septintrio."<br/><br/>Almost at once, she began to scream wordlessly. Barty silenced her after a few moments, tilting his head and wondering what would prove the stronger, her body or the simplistic spell.<br/>