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| Matthew Berenson | Feb 15 2008, 04:51 PM Post #1 |
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[size=1]It was funny how easy it was to hide in plain sight.... But Matthew had been at the church for a little while now. A Muggle Repelling Charm was sufficient enough to keep everyone away, and the place was so far away from Wizarding Paris that no one would think to search for him there. --------------- Another potion, one that Matthew simply dreamed up and just had to make. It was almost like the monotones - or the dark caverns of his twisted mind, the depths of which he knew not - had guided him whilst making it. And he couldn't stop until he was finished. When he was finished, he knew he'd created another masterpiece. Yes, the bonding potion was a work of pure genius, but this? The sheer rawness of the effects excited him. No, it was not a complex dark fairy tale, weaving a complicated, tangled dark web around its victims. This? This was reducing the victim to the basest animal instinct. The basest animal instinct, of course, was the instinct to stay alive. And no, Matthew was not proudest of the fact that with one potion he'd figured out how to eliminate the function of the neocortex of the brain (the part of the brain that was responsible for reaasoning, rationality and other thought that separated humans from animals). He was proudest of the fact that now he could control everyone's descent into madness. The potion targeted fear. Not only did it bring the victim's worst fear t the forefront of the mind, it literally enveloped them in it. Hallucinations, phobias, fear. And fear was powerful: it could kill. With this potion, your fear would kill you. At the very least, it would drive you mad beyond belief. To Matthew, it was a beautiful sentiment: to watch someone slowly turn mad and completely be debased into behaving like an animal - solely on natural instinct - to just survive. It would start with dreams - dreams about your worst fear. And these weren't petty fears: they were the underlying ones. You wouldn't dream of mice, sharks or spiders. You'd dream of abandonment, death of the family, your own death...things like that. The things you pushed into the recesses of your mind. Matthew would have his potion dig those up. And as the dreams plagued you, your waking life would begin to show the ever-increasing paranoia. Then hallucinations. You'd go mad or die. Of course, there was one antidote, but the joke as almost certainly on them of course. The one antidote was impossible to find. Why? Because Matthew Berenson didn't believe people could face their fears. ----- After the Draught of Fear was finished, Matthew was exhausted. But his mind seemed determined to squeeze out another creation from him before the day was through. So after some playing around, the Draught of Desire was invented. He wasn't particularly proud of it - it had taken hardly an effort at all - but it would serve his purposes well. It was more mischevious than anything, which Matthew resented, but it still had his own darkly ironic twist. The potion removed inhibitions and made the drinker go after their deepest desire with full force. It would amuse him to no end to see them behaving like fools - to see them all going after the unattainable when they had berated him for the very same thing. And he said he needed them to be distracted? Well, this would help. Oh yes, this would help. The antidote to this one? Like the other, it was internal: to break the potion, one had to give up what was unattainable, to stop desiring. Matthew didn't believe anyone would be cured. [/size] |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Apr 28 2009, 12:08 AM Post #2 |
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Apparating to the ruins of the old church when she had gone to find Matthew the previous year, Emma looked around. It was dark and damp and gloomy. Perfect condition for devil's snare to be found, right? "Reckon we'll find devil's snare here?" She glanced into the corners. "I guess we split up, remember, careful if the snare... ensnares you. Just relax right? And they hate the light so I guess have your wands at ready with Lumos charm." She wandered a bit further into the gloom. "I guess we'll need to cut some of the vines when we find it. Wonder how much we'll need..." |
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| Dante Morvanna | Apr 28 2009, 12:13 AM Post #3 |
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Dante took a glance at the place and found it all somewhat sad. It was a church, some sacred place and now it was a pile of rubble from used to be walls and who knows what else. Sad, but it couldn't be helped. Even before Emma reminded that wands might be needed, Dante had his out. It was Devils Snare after-all and he didn't care to get himself into that kind of situation. "Is it just me or are most of the places turning out to be in France lately?" Dante had only heard talk of the other places since he had spent all that time with Harm, but he was starting to wonder if he was piecing something together with everything he had been contemplating as of late. He took a walk around and eyed anything that looked like a plant just to make sure he didn't miss it. It sounded like something he'd do. Dark places. Right. Dante figured the back of the church would be the best bet and headed off that way. Edited by Dante Morvanna, Apr 28 2009, 12:13 AM.
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| Kylie Swann | Apr 28 2009, 12:51 AM Post #4 |
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"France is good with me..." Kylie said, muttering to herself as she appeared, Better than the damn forest anyways. Popping a piece of bubble gum, Kylie eventually stopped roaming around the church to plop down on the alters steps. Scooting her heels off for a second, she rubbed her very sore feet and looked up. "Guys, I don't mean to be a downer here, but I haven't seen any Devil's Snare. And usually that makes itself fairly apparent, doesn't it, right? Big...vicious..maneating plants trying to attack you..." She was trailing off at the end because she was very tired, but also because she was keeping at bay with the usual flippant remarks her utter fear of having failed. They were wasting time, weren't they? Slipping the parchment out of her pocket, she reread the clue and sighed. Sacred. Well, what was more sacred than this place anyways? Damn ruins.. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Apr 28 2009, 01:09 AM Post #5 |
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Emma continued to look around but had to admit after a minute or two, that perhaps Kylie was right. Maybe this wasn't the right spot. "I... you could be right. Maybe I was wrong." It was disheartening to say that because she'd just wasted precious time. "Somewhere sacred... churches... cathedrals... there are hundreds... I mean we've been to Canterbury where else is there? Winchester?" Edited by Emma_D'Abugine, Apr 28 2009, 01:12 AM.
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| Dante Morvanna | Apr 28 2009, 01:30 AM Post #6 |
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Dante actually felt bad because he brought it up in the first place. Em, he thought, honestly had no reason to be apologize. "Well it was worth a shot anyways," he said, kicking over a stray rock to take his frustraions out on. "Winchester is the only other one I can think of." |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Apr 28 2009, 01:39 AM Post #7 |
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Emma nodded, it was worth a shot even if it wasn't the right place. But it had seemed right, at least back in the lobby. Now the old ruins just looked useless. "Winchester... Fingers crossed. I'll kicked myself if I'm wrong. I has to be there, or where else could it be?" Wit a heavy sigh, Emma disapparated to Winchester Cathedral. |
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