[It's specifically between eight and nine when he does contact Miss Bellatrix; one of the tighter appointments to make in his preference for working during the night hours. The audio may begin with the faintest sound of plastic, cracking gently and stretching, and it may or may not be a wrapped sweet bun.]
Good evening, this is Hideki Ryuuga. Would you happen to have the time for our appointment?
[Polite as ever, it rolls off his tongue smoothly and without hesitation.]
But L doesn't intend to press it. He's been assigned the role of psychologist to on subject and even that is proving to be rather troublesome, if not mildly informative. It certainly guarantees some reliable degree of protection.]
I'd like to understand your situation pre-arrival. Remember that you are free to leave out details or refuse to respond, but I ask that you avoid lying, for accuracy's sake.
[A crunch, quietly chewing as that sinks in.]
Immediately before Anatole, was your situation especially unique? Perhaps the apex of a your career, maybe the fall, or, as has been the case with some, your death? [A beat.] The precise actions and circumstance, then - are they clear?
There's no need to limit your response. If I haven't pressed a specific issue you find relevant to that period of time, you may share it as well.
I was in battle, by the side of My Lord. We were grinding the school into dust.
[...only things started to take a turn. But we won't mention that just yet. That photograph. That hideous, lying thing that Lupin had somehow manufactured. Lies. They were dead. All of them. Voldemort had won.]
I was dueling a blood traitor bitch, by means of magic, of course.
[Do you know magic? You must. Must be something more than a Muggle if you're able to withstand the Mist. Attempt to understand it, even.]
And then I was here. In a drab room with a ...forge. A borrowed wand was with me as well.
[The response encourages several further questions to pop up, a happening that can grow tiresome, but he merely hums as though pleased. A school. Lord. Magic. Battle. And magic battle, hmn. Given that she's not elaborating, perhaps it's common knowledge in her world?
Pen to paper, not writing much (not that there was much information to begin) before he speaks again.]
And this battle, would the victor be particularly instrumental in deciding the future of your world? [Adds absently.] I take it Miss Bellatrix would know whether her arrival could have been related to the effects of the magic of her world?
[Of course, his arrival couldn't have been magic... given that he wasn't simply ended without clear recollection of the event, considering "magic" and the supernatural abilities of the murder notebook are fairly similar. Unexplainable, as of yet. Possible, given that it's his first time dying.]
It would, yes. It would decide the fate of both the Wizarding world and the [she makes no attempt to veil her sneer] muggle, or [ugh] non-magical world.
[...]
I believe that My Lord sent me here, to gather strength and knowledge for His army. So that we will most surely win.
[Because we were about to ...no, we were about to win.]
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Date: 2011-01-10 03:12 pm (UTC)Good evening, this is Hideki Ryuuga. Would you happen to have the time for our appointment?
[Polite as ever, it rolls off his tongue smoothly and without hesitation.]
[audio]
Date: 2011-01-10 04:52 pm (UTC)I would. [Small, hissing sigh.] What would you require of me?
[audio - forever]
Date: 2011-01-10 05:41 pm (UTC)But L doesn't intend to press it. He's been assigned the role of psychologist to on subject and even that is proving to be rather troublesome, if not mildly informative. It certainly guarantees some reliable degree of protection.]
I'd like to understand your situation pre-arrival. Remember that you are free to leave out details or refuse to respond, but I ask that you avoid lying, for accuracy's sake.
[A crunch, quietly chewing as that sinks in.]
Immediately before Anatole, was your situation especially unique? Perhaps the apex of a your career, maybe the fall, or, as has been the case with some, your death? [A beat.] The precise actions and circumstance, then - are they clear?
There's no need to limit your response. If I haven't pressed a specific issue you find relevant to that period of time, you may share it as well.
[audio - <3]
Date: 2011-01-11 07:47 pm (UTC)I was in battle, by the side of My Lord. We were grinding the school into dust.
[...only things started to take a turn. But we won't mention that just yet. That photograph. That hideous, lying thing that Lupin had somehow manufactured. Lies. They were dead. All of them. Voldemort had won.]
I was dueling a blood traitor bitch, by means of magic, of course.
[Do you know magic? You must. Must be something more than a Muggle if you're able to withstand the Mist. Attempt to understand it, even.]
And then I was here. In a drab room with a ...forge. A borrowed wand was with me as well.
no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 11:39 pm (UTC)Pen to paper, not writing much (not that there was much information to begin) before he speaks again.]
And this battle, would the victor be particularly instrumental in deciding the future of your world? [Adds absently.] I take it Miss Bellatrix would know whether her arrival could have been related to the effects of the magic of her world?
[Of course, his arrival couldn't have been magic... given that he wasn't simply ended without clear recollection of the event, considering "magic" and the supernatural abilities of the murder notebook are fairly similar. Unexplainable, as of yet. Possible, given that it's his first time dying.]
no subject
Date: 2011-01-14 08:05 pm (UTC)[...]
I believe that My Lord sent me here, to gather strength and knowledge for His army. So that we will most surely win.
[Because we were about to ...no, we were about to win.]