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[impure_tale]

All of this ceaseless banging! My poor Renate has begun to worry herself into quite a state, and I have begun to think I preferred my mirrors begging for blood.

[Private to Severus Snape]

My friend, I wish not to trouble you needlessly, as I understand your familiarity with my current Inmate makes things a mite...awkward. However, I require information that his file cannot provide.

I need to know as much as possible about this "Voldemort".

[Private to the Admiral]

Presuming that your regular duties are still operating as to be expected, I have a few requests that I need fulfilled:

First, my Inmate's cabin must be changed. Make it his bedchamber from home, and if it is needed, add a writing desk. Also, remove any attached lavatory or bath.

Second, his magic is to be returned to him in full, and his wand provided. This will remain in effect provided his behavior is exemplary.

Third, as with my last Inmate, I require access to his private filters, with the same degrees and limitations, sans any special addendum I made over time.

Fourth and finally, my Inmate is to be provided a fully updated copy of my file.

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Private

[subtlescience]

I am willing to discuss the matter with you at your convenience.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I worry that I am in need, perhaps, of more than a simple interview can provide.

His origins, personality, relationships. I wish to understand this person my Inmate has for much of his life called his Lord.

Private

[subtlescience]

I believe, then, that the simplest route would be to lend you some books which might prove enlightening, and answer any questions you might have once you've completed them.

Unfortunately, my own set is incomplete at the moment, and Mozenrath has the library's collection. I will need some time.

I suggest you refrain from mentioning them to either Lucius or Bellatrix Lestrange for now. It was quite jarring to learn about them - or the movies based upon them.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

If they will grant to me information about him that you might believe Lucius would be unaware? Then they will be of use to me.

Private

[subtlescience]

Two years' worth of information, point of fact.

I have no doubt that the information in the final two books would be cause enough for him to work towards rehabilitation.

Then again, I have qualms about dispensing knowledge of the future. It is why my own inmate has been told nothing save what he asks.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

His file has already stated that his son has been drafted, and he has been informed. I hope that with time this is enough to penetrate, but if his devotion to Voldemort is such that he values the lives of his family as little as his master does, then the barge may be too late.

I would rather use whatever secrets Voldemort has kept from his followers, than delve too far into my Inmate's future.

Private

[subtlescience]

I believe I will wait until you've completed the books to say anything further on the subject of Draco Malfoy.

Take care how you impart your knowledge to Lucius; much of what you will learn will be categorically rejected by him at first. No doubt you will understand why.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

My thanks, Severus.

[Private]

[toldastory]

I think you have some need of me, Marquis. And I want to check out your heart.

[Private]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Yes, Doctor.

[Private] Spam?

[toldastory]

Alright, I'll be over there in about twenty minutes or so, alright?

[Private] Spam!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That sounds perfectly reasonable.

Spam!

[toldastory]

[And twenty minutes later, Martha knocked softly at the Marquis's door, her medical bag over her shoulder.]

Spam!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[And the dog barks; it's a moment before the Marquis opens the door.] Come in, Doctor.

Spam!

[toldastory]

[Martha smiled to him for a moment, and then she smiled to Reinette.]

How are you feeling?

Spam!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[He shuts the door, leaning on the frame a moment.] It's not so bad since I realized it's only the death toll. [Way to downplay it.] And I haven't had any...unwanted visitors in some hours now.

Spam!

[toldastory]

I don't think there's such a thing as 'only the death toll', Marquis. It's still awful any way you slice it.

Is it constant, or is it something that comes and goes?

[Private]

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

First time I've heard you have a complaint about 'ceaseless banging'

[The somewhat perfunctory innuendo out of the way, he gets serious.]

Anything I can do? There's no structure here, I'm not Security in any meaningful way; short my shifts in Zero I'm sitting on my hands. Until the pain comes back and my hands hurt.

[Private]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You wretched tease.

I don't believe there is much to be done until these phenomena are brought to an end. It just pains me more than not to be constantly started.

And I, for one, prefer the absence of structure.

[Private]

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

That's me. Delicate flirtation and hard to get.

I'm used to knowing what my job is. And what other people's jobs are and how much room I have to improvise. Habit. Always feel like I'm stepping on someone's toes around here.

[Private]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

My personal policy is that my Inmate and their discipline is my responsibility. So long as that is not undermined, I am untroubled.

[Private]

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

Agent Kay was mentioning a similar philosophy. I'm trying to get aboard.

You've been revived on the barge, haven't you? You been having any pain?

[Private]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Oui, from one of my previous deaths. This is why I'm growing rather agitated by the constant rapping at my door. If that doesn't startle me out of sleep, Renate barking does.

[Private]

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

Infirmary able to do anything? Standard pain-ease isn't doing much but it's better than nothing. And they might have something to help you sleep?

[He's used to solving problems, or at least mitigating them. Especially when they come to people he cares about. Frustrating. And his knee hurts. Damn it all.]

[Private]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I shall be meeting with one of the doctors shortly.

[Private]

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

Glad.

Sorry to be underfoot and in braid so much. Security's supposed to be in everyone's business and I'm still breaking myself of it.

[raisedinabox]

Mirrors begging for blood? I take it that was last halloween?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Two years ago.

[raisedinabox]

Did that end up being worse than this?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Oh it definitely was. Far more deaths.

[raisedinabox]

[What the hell?]

Does something like this happen every year?

...

Why do you stay?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Not every year. Last year was rather mundane.

[raisedinabox]

So only every other year?

I don't know. I still don't understand why you'd stay here after you'd graduated.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

We really mustn't speak of the worlds of our previous lives as though it was completely devoid of horrors.

[raisedinabox]

I'm not saying they were. Those horrors were just... less concentrated, than they are here.

Or maybe that wasn't the case for you?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

If you believe they are less concentrated then you were not paying attention. Most do not.

[most_feared]

Would you mind if I came by your room and asked you some questions?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Feel free.

[most_feared]

About what time? [Because the network is stupid and interrupts all his important conversations.]