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| A Righteous Infliction of Retribution; Shane and Valcan - Closed | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2009, 12:35 AM (1,263 Views) | |
| Valcan Drage | Mar 27 2009, 02:46 AM Post #46 |
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Valcan listened in on the conversation as it ensued. Sam, naturally, was responding with the arrogance he had always carried in life. Not that the old man was any different. His eyebrows raised as Shane ranted to what was a mere scrap of the father he had known, had come to despise. Interesting, very interesting, he thought to himself. Maybe the apple had not fallen so far from the tree, as the saying went. Could he believe what he was hearing? After Shane had fled Stark Manor Sammael had nothing bad to say, and Valcan had always thought that his great nephew detested his father and the group he had chosen to be part of. He frowned, not trying to hide that he was eavesdropping. The large man knew well enough that Shane wasn't stupid, and he wasn't going to act if he didn't have to. He smirked as he glanced at the rest of the portraits in the hallway- he knew well enough that they were listening in just as avidly as he was, at least, the ones who could understand English well enough. Valcan crossed his arms over his broad chest, contemplating the situation. Shane wasn't the man he had always thought him to be- there were a lot of windows of opportunity. |
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| Sammael Stark's Portrait | Mar 27 2009, 03:18 AM Post #47 |
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Sammael was speechless. Of all the things he might have expected from Shane it was not the rant that came out of his mouth. The portrait merely stared at the boy in silence for a few minutes, trying to gauge how to respond. It was unfortunate that things had played out so badly, but there was certainly no going back now. The fact that Sammael was in a portrait made that obvious enough. After a bit the man in the portrait smirked. "Well well, I suppose you are worthy of the family you are in after all." |
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| Shane Stark | Mar 28 2009, 05:15 PM Post #48 |
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Sophia Stark's older Professional Quidditch playing brother
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Shane snickered at the portrait's comment. He did not even bother to hide his amusement, smirking as he looked the visage of his father dead in the eyes. "The family I am in? I was never in this family. Thanks to you Sophia is the only family I have." The smirk had disappeared from Shane's face, replaced by a look of malice. Hate coursed through his veins as he stared at the portrait. Another snicker left the brunette's lips before he turned and started down the hallway, intending to leave without another word. |
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| Valcan Drage | Apr 3 2009, 12:47 AM Post #49 |
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Valcan listened to the exchange between the two. The scrap that was Sammael did not have much capability of conversation. The real Sammael might have reacted differently, but his time on the earth was over. The large man turned to Shane as he started to leave, deciding not to try and make him stay. He wasn't entirely sure why he had brought Shane down here, but hopefully there had been some purpose. "Shane," he started, his accent thick, as the boy approached near, "I have a proposition for you." If he was lucky, the boy would cooperate. Valcan didn't usually succumb to impulse but every so often, he had to. |
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| Shane Stark | Apr 3 2009, 12:52 AM Post #50 |
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Shane could not help but stop at his great uncle's words. A proposition? What kind of proposition could Valcan possibly have? The brunette narrowed his thick eyebrows, quite curious. "I'm listening," he said plainly, hoping Valcan would continue. Confused as he may be Shane was curious. Sure he had plenty of money from Ishmael, but you could never have too much money. And yes he had a job for now, but Quidditch would not last forever. There were definitely things Valcan could offer than Shane might be interested in. After all, the man was wealthy and powerful, both in the world and on his own. |
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| Valcan Drage | Apr 9 2009, 02:40 AM Post #51 |
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With a gleam in his eye, Valcan turned to look at his great nephew. Was there possibly some hope for Shane? There might be. The Norwegian man had an inkling that Shane was more like his father than he put himself out to be. Both men had their differences, of course. They carried themselves in opposite ways, but every time that Valcan looked at Shane, he saw Sammael. Perhaps that it was this likeness to his late adopted son that had compelled him to do the things he did tonight, to not retaliate as viciously as he normally would have. "I've been having a considerable amount of trouble trying to sleep," he started slowly, meticulously. "And if you knew how to make a potion that could possibly cure this ailment, I'd be most greatful. It doesn't do, with the job I have, to be showing up with the energy of someone fifty years my senior." He said this passively, as if it weren't really something that was in actuality extremely embarrassing for him. He didn't want to be squashed by the competition, though this was becoming more and more difficult each day. The older of the two men waited a few moments before adding, "Of course, I'd pay you handsomely. And I know you play Quidditch- as glorious as being a professional athlete must be, it's only going to last for a few more years. I can get you a spot in the Ministry here- or anywhere you want, if I pull a few strings." His lip pursed as he looked back to Shane, not entirely sure what he was going to say. This troubled Valcan, as he always hated being unsure of how people were going to react. It was very possible that the younger man would just as soon tell him to 'sod off' or something of that nature. |
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