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Post by Pantera Tsua on Jun 20, 2009 15:09:31 GMT -5
It was generally frowned upon to set up shop in the same place more then once, both frowned upon and stupid, not that anyone could do anything about it even if they happened to stumble upon today’s settlement. Pantera had a number of backups if any one got ravaged and he had backups for those backups too, there was an intricate web he’d designed – veins to power his feral ambitions… His very own little black-market was indestructible, unless of course the order came from him directly, there would always be imperfections, however, as usually the sorts of children wanting a place in this design were spineless, not near hardened enough to not squeal at the slightest threat.
Peer pressure was it? Luckily though, Pan could point out the spineless majority just by hearing their family names and more often then not, carved little test games for these rats to run round in, until that point where they finally appreciated that they were below him in every possible way.
It was one of the main reasons why Pan enjoyed his hobby so much.
Of course, there was always a downside to any worthwhile work and that, in this case, was the fact he was doing business – for the most part- with nothing more then immature children. The sorts of things he traded and marketed under his efficient scheme when into nothing more then classroom disruptions, childish whims… no one wanted to play with the dark anymore and quite frankly, business was getting a little boring.
It wouldn’t be long until Pantera began using his business as an excuse to get a hold of more dangerous things, cursed objects, dark creatures, enchanted blades and volumes of the most twisted spells. The very notion of it all sent pleasant shivers up the male’s spine and he lent back on the desk he stood in front of, arching his back slightly as he lent forward to laugh a little. The sound was rich and fluid and could have quite easily been mistaken for a bestial purr in both elegance and sound.
Pan wondered absently if using this classroom what wise, with it being close to Jameson’s office and all, but he found he didn’t care, at least that way something interesting would happen. The male slipped his hand over a thin pad of paper, scanning it with his sharp, slightly slanted visionaries, acquired from his Asian heritage and tipped his head slightly, shifting his stance enough so that the lean tall male could perch himself on the edge of the table.
Pan was garbed mostly in black as usual, with trimmings of crimson splashed here and there for good measure, along with the usual buckles, braces and steel braces – which there were enough of to make quite a lot of noise as they hit and scraped across the table. Large disk earrings hung from his ears, swinging against the side of Pantera’s feminine face as he pretending to consider the words before him.
It was hard to pretend when he knew he could just about get everything one way or another. Sure, Pantera would get a lot of money for it… but it wasn’t really money the young male was after.
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Post by Thomas Tangleton on Jun 29, 2009 11:48:40 GMT -5
Thomas hated a tattle tale, he actually despised them, and when the little snotty Gryffindor ran into him in the hallway complaining about another student using an empty classroom as some sort of illegal business, Thomas almost pulled out his wand and hexed him. Of course he couldn't, he was a teacher now, but he could dream about it. Cursing students was something he fantasized about all day every day. He grew increasingly more impatient with every student that strolled through his class, and frankly he was getting to the point of no return. The only thing that kept him from killing everyone in site as Jensen.
So when the boy told him, Thomas groaned and asked for the location and he slowly dragged himself up to the area. He wondered what kind of little ridiculous shop this student had set up, maybe he was selling joke items or something and maybe Thomas could confiscate something good. He doubted it, which was why he walked so slowly to the alleged area. All the way he thought of different ways he would have liked to torture the little tattle tale.
When he reached the door, Thomas tried to walk in but the door was locked with a few spells. Thomas sighed and wondered why students thought their magical abilities surpassed the teachers, especially him. He was a master of the dark arts and there was very little he did not know about spells. He pointed his wand at the door and muttered a few counter incanations. He supposed there was a password to get in, but after a few seconds the door swung open and Thomas stepped in, glaring over at the owner of the shop.
It was not what he expected. He figured there would be a bunch of worthless and useless magical items laying all around, but from the looks of it there were some pretty nice things in there. Thomas grinned and he waved his wand at the door and it shut slowly all while he was staring at the kid with a smirk on his face. He pointed his wand and did a few wand motions and put up a few weak spells on the door, strong enough to keep out weaker students but he figured he would not be there very long.
"Students like you are what really aggravate me the most. You think you can undermine us teachers and get away without cutting us in."
He spoke in a harsh tone trying to make the kid feel like he was caught, but at the end of the sentence he grinned, hoping the kid picked up on cutting the teachers in. Thomas was not an ordinary teacher, he hated students and he hated teaching, but he did enjoy a little profit.
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Post by Pantera Tsua on Jun 29, 2009 14:45:02 GMT -5
Pantera quirked a brow at the intruder and nothing more, as if questioning the male’s existence, from the lack of surprise on the males face, Pan felt it was safe to assume someone had tattled on him; honestly, what children. A smirk cut across the young male’s blackened lips as his eyes strode quite unfearfully across the male before him. Oh, he knew who it was and tipped his head slightly as if questioning the reason why the Dart Arts Professor had come at all. Surely this sort of thing was beneath him, not worth the interest…
Of course, Pantera didn’t have his best items on show, this was just a small set-up and could be erased within seconds, a simple summoning spell and it would all go back to the place where Pan chose to store it. That was one of the reasons why he didn’t put much attention in securing the door, it was probably the least important part and if he made it too difficult, too extravagant, how were the moronic children to make their way inside?
Pan let a scowl move across his sharp, darkly framed visionaries as the teacher sealed the door with a number of spells, better then the ones he’d placed on there and that alone made the male smirk. So then, the Professor thought he’d used those spells to keep people out? Well… it was an easy mistake to make, but Pan found that a chuckle had already curled up his throat a rich noise that continued and even grew a little louder after the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher had finished speaking.
“I wouldn’t be near so easy to find if I was going to discriminate…” Pan pointed out, lifting a couple of fingers to his lips covering the center of his smile as a series a low metallic tunes rushed from the decorational buckles and chains connected in random places on his mainly black outfit. “And, I’d loose a profit if I didn’t include your types; what kind of a business man would I be?” Pantera shook his head, as if he thought the very notion was absurd, but he returned his dark gaze to the grin that surfaced on the male’s lips.
Oh, he’d gotten the hint.
”What then, can I help you with, Sir?” The male asked, folding his arms across his slight chest, tipping his head as he evaluated the Professor. It wasn’t hard to tell that the male didn’t follow the same self-righteous path that other teachers did, but then… for that reason alone, it was hard to presume what the male might be after.
Of course, Pan could get it… One way or another but what could it be?
“Don’t let my age and this set up fool you, there isn’t much I can’t aquire… including the most questionable of things.” |
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Post by Thomas Tangleton on Jun 29, 2009 15:16:49 GMT -5
Thomas only inched closer to the boy with a smirk on his face, letting him talk and letting him feel like he was in control of the situation. Of course he wasn't, but Thomas enjoyed letting someone feel like they were on top and then pushing them over the edge and watching them fall helplessly to the ground. The kid was smarter than most of the kids who attended Hogwarts, that much Thomas would give him, but Thomas had been around a lot longer and he knew more about the dark arts than the child would ever know. Still, if Thomas were caught selling or using these dark artifacts he would be revealed, which brought this young man into play. A scape goat of sorts.
Thomas pointed his wand at the boy, playing with him right now. He walked slowly towards him, wand pointed at his chest until he got right up to him, sticking the wand to his sternum. He did not speak for a few seconds, he was mulling his words over. "Before me and you can do anything together, I want you to realize something." He pulled his wand away from the boys chest and he moved it in a few motions and all of the things he had in the room were destroyed. Some caught fire while others simply exploded. He put up a charm on the room so that noise would not be heard outside of it, but it was very loud. Thomas stood still while the explosions took place, not removing his eyes from the boys.
"The things that you consider to be worthwhile and powerful are nothing compared to what I consider worthwhile. These petty objects are worthless, and you are trying to sell them to other students at Hogwarts." Thomas laughed and spun his wand around in his hand, relaxing his body in favor of a more comfortable stance. He backed away from the boy and flicked his wand, bringing a chair to him. He sat down casually and crossed his legs, tapping his wand on his shin.
"Selling items here at Hogwarts is worthless, you will never make it anywhere doing that." He flicked his wand again and another chair came surging towards the back of the boys legs. He waited for him to get comfortable before he went on. "If you want to make money, I can help you. Of course I will be dipping my fingers in the profits, but I can assure you that you will make more working for me then you could ever have dreamed working by yourself."
Thomas had to be careful, but he knew this boy wanted gold more than he wanted to rat out a teacher. Plus, no one would believe him. Thomas was one of the more respected students to come out of Hogwarts and he was known as one of the most knowledgeable defense against the dark arts wizards known.
"Work for me as a salesperson of sorts. You will have to leave school grounds regularly, but I can arrange that. I will give you thirty percent of the profit we make, the rest of course goes to me." He grinned, daring the boy to argue with him. "Along with making gold, you will also be introduced to things your tiny little brain would never have dreamed of."
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Post by Pantera Tsua on Jun 29, 2009 15:56:09 GMT -5
At wand point? Pantera resisted the urge to laugh as the small object was pointed toward his chest; certainly not a teacher of self-righteous origin. If anything the male was more intrigued by this action, and his smirk only grew, shifting his blackened lips into a primordial curl, worthy of the black beast he was named for. The wands position was adjusted and Pan felt a sickly cold shiver throw itself down his spine, the urge to laugh was too strong at this point and another chuckle escaped him.
Today had certain reared up on his rather quickly. But the young male was doing nothing sort of enjoying himself in it, those questionable shivers weren’t ones of fear, oh no. They sent a horrid excitement through his body, that only the more dangerous and rare of items could give him. Pantera almost eagerly awaited some show of strength, but that logical part of his mind didn’t believe it would come, at least not now.
Pantera’s smile grew and his eyes remained fixed on the Professors as all sorts of things exploded around them, it was nothing the young male couldn’t re-acquire and there was nothing there of any great import. Pan wasn’t delusional, he knew that this could be seen as a petty job – all he got in were toys and other disgustingly harmless objects – but then this was a hobby, it wasn’t a means to make to make money or to give something back to these idiot children; it was simply a means to alleviate boredom.
Finally the noise settled and the object in the room smouldered or grew more comfortable with the incurring damage done to them, Pantera quite enjoyed the scene, taking a moment to offer the room a quick inspection, amused that the male had failed to miss a single insignificant thing. The dark frame of his eyes moved back to the teacher as he laughed and Pan quirked a brow at him, watching as the male summoned a chair to skid into place behind him, only to repeat the motion with a chair for Pan himself, a couple of moments later.
Pantera fell into the seat easily and lent back in it, not wide-eyed or quivering like any student would (Or perhaps should) have been. He smirked as the man continued and laughed before interjecting on the teachers point about ‘making it somewhere’. “What makes you think this…” He waved an indicative hand around the room before settling it over his lips again, clearly more amused then he should have been. Pan had a look on his face that suggested he was barely taking the male before him seriously at all.
”Is a means to anything? You’re underestimating me… Professor.”
Oh, so he thought Pan was after money? Certainly money helped, but his family had more then enough of that even if he didn’t run this little childs-play business. The young male tipped his head in apparent thought toward this ‘deal’, it was suspicious at best… Though Pan couldn’t say he wanted to refuse anyway. It would be experience and he’d get to see things even his twisted little mind couldn’t yet imagine… it would be useful, profitable.
That suspicion bit at him, through these whispers of undreamable things and knowledge. Pan tipped his head forward and adjusted himself in his seat with an airy chuckle; amused at how easily he would let himself be bought – even at the cost of… if this man was anything to go by, questionable things. It was clever though, to get hire someone you could control, but that wasn’t completely hopeless either, someone to take the fall…
As a teacher at Hogwarts, the male couldn’t afford to do these thoughts of things himself.
Pantera couldn’t help feeling that he was being greatly underestimated though and lent back, as calmly and a smoothly as if he was the one that had suggested this little deal.
”I’m intrigued.” He decided, smirking as he meshed his slender hands together and faced the professor once again, propping his head on the backs of those ten fingers. “It’s rather brash of you though, I wonder what you might be up to… that so urgent that you’re against doing yourself.” It would only take caution and time, for the man to do these ‘sales’ himself, not nearly as dangerous as getting someone else to do it.
”How do you know I’m not a snivelling coward when it comes to these unimaginable things?” He grinned at this one.
"And give me an example... of these, 'Transactions' I'm going to be making." |
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