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Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

"Nutter? Trespassing? Well, I haven't seen anyone else down here for the last three weeks! Stuck down he with nothing but a flask of drink to keep you occupied." Evader was confused to say the least. A Necromancer, being rightly accused, no less, in her own lair, was denying everything, and calling him the nutter. Him. It didn't really make sense. And calling the rest of her brethen her team was a bit strange. But she ws in there already, so she had to be in the wrong. She had to be, otherwise it wouldn't really make sense.

He thrust his strangling arm back a bit, and he moved his head forwards a bit. "Now, let's be a bit more competent, shall we dear?" He crooned in her ear, easily masking his confusion. "I want you to tell me what you're doing here, scum. Are we clear on that?" His knuckles where buring white. This threatening strangers in some ruins business was more tiring than he could have imagined.

And then it came to him. Inspiration. Genius. Revenge. He slowly let go of her wrists. "On second thoughts, I'm a generous man. So, let's make a deal shall we? You tell me precisely, what you are doing here and who you are with. The I shall, anot kill you, and prove to you that I am not trespassing. That sounds like a fair deal to me. If you agree, or if you aren't dead, nod. Or at least try to, Weasley." This was the fairest thing he could do. Though he wouldn't admit it, it was times like these when he feared for his life.

Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

I can see these two getting along just fine!

How Many People Can You Piss Off In One Sentence?

Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, Divergent, Fall out boy, Pop music, Rock music, Metal music, Classical music, anime, books, all tv series and all movies are the worst things ever BECAUSE I HATE THEM.

@carla6677

Is there anybody out there who can top that? Beacause I am feeling offended.

How Many People Can You Piss Off In One Sentence?

Scientology is legit, you know.

If I Woke Up Beside of You ~Game~

How would you like to replace my dog?

If I Woke Up Beside of You ~Game~

Are you a devil? A fallen devil? Do you catch pigeons? Do you want to join my flying squad? (Say yes and we can do it again!)

What does the first letter of your real name begin with?

R

Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

I'm sure my gal would fund it if I asked her.

Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

Never wake a sleeping lion. Or a sleeping dragon. Or a sleeping Evander. Sleeping on a stone alter designed for sacrificial rituals and the like was not his first choice of a bed, but you have to make do when hiding in a tomb. Three weeks in a dank stone room was enough to drive one crazy. And worse, Evander was almost out of drink. Crud. He pressed his flask to his lips, the intoxicating liquid flowing through him, rejuvenating him. After years of drinking firewhiskey he had become immune to its effects. His vision blurred for a second, he saw double, but everything re-aligned within five minuets. Just enough time for him to comprehend the situation. Somebody had come to his stone chamber. He was finally on the right track. The door was opening and a mis-matched horde came into the room. Dark wizards? It was too early to tell. Hiding in the shadows was a good way to spy on them, but they were to deep in coversation to notice the figure running to the northwest of the crypt, disabling the curses as if he had done in a million times. He had actually.

He could hear footsteps behind him, speeding him up a bit. Surely leaving the odd hex disabled wouldn't hurt? It's not like anybody would notice. Or not think anything of it. Not many would be able to notice, most people would think it was a trick. But you never know who's following you, they could be some sort of prodigy, who knows everything about magic, and will think about things too much. This appeared to be the case. This apperead to be the problem.

Once in the room, Evander hid in the stream to observe the goings on outside. A woman entered. He managed to hold his breath for a while, all he could hear was her footsteps. This was the big moment, his big moment. The one he had been waiting for. Keeping calm, he remained motionless. The water soaked through his cloak, which suddenly became too heavy for his tastes, and it clung to him for dear life. Breathing underwater was no mean feat either. Eventually he had to submerge for oxygen, or he could just drown. No, today is made not for dying. Slowly, silently he submerged, gasping of air. Approaching the woman from behind was hard, he got by. He quickly grabbed her wrists with one hand, wrapping his other arm around her neck.

"Alright. I've been waiting for days to see a Necromancer enter this Godforsaken hovel! So, the time has finally come. Good, good." He snarled with such contempt, it was almost unreal. He tiwsited his head around so he could see her. The contempt died down a bit, he loosened his grip. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" He asked bluntly. "Yeah, I reckon I do. Hmm. Oh I remember, you're one of those Weasley girl, right?" His grip tightened a bit, and he shook his head, his brown mop flying everywhere. "Never mind. You have ten seconds to tell me what you're doing here, or else!" He bellowed, loud enough to wake the dead.

Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

Oooooh, a bonus!

I have, shamefully, never cosplayed in my life.