#threads;; amycus & evan 001

[fcrox]

There was no doubt within Amycus that the duo in question would have their fun. Perhaps he’d be allowed to leave the place behind in a blaze of glory. But that was a question for later. If he were to choose, though, the answer was simple. Nothing left for the authorities to find. He did have enough control over things after all. The smirk said everything. The wizard laughed at the other’s words, slipping past him into the building. Amycus didn’t care whether they could hear him or not. It wouldn’t change anything.

“It’s more fun if they fight back. Especially if they’re weak.” To him there was a special kind of pleasure in tearing down the defences of those putting up a fight they knew they could not win. Then again, perhaps it was simply the breaking of the will. “Do you think they know we’re coming? I do love a good surprise.” There it was, the quiet danger lurking underneath a calm demeanour. - @rsrevan

The two complemented each other quite well, Amycus provided all sort of mixes that worked wonders when they had tasks like the one tonight. Evan knew he could rely on his friend to make things all the more interesting, make the final act be the cherry on top to his own devilish handling of matters. "Ah, we're certainly having a good night, mate." The wizard stated, corner of his lips turning upward, playfully, daring. "Don't think they're strong enough, but definitely fun to break their will down to shreds." He nodded his head once, quickening his step towards the entrance of the house, flicking his wand to unlock the door for them to finally get going with the fun.

[fcrox]

"And when have I ever been one to spoil the fun?" A question asked yet they both knew it needed no answer. The man in question had his own idea of amusement and doing things without reason hardly ever led to said entertainment. "Everything needs a grand event. That, or they decide to play stupid. Punishment for the fool that dares." It was as simple as that.

Wand at the ready, yet very much looking forward to the idea of a few other, equally creative methods he moved forward. Amycus would gladly allow the other to take the lead. He'd be the shadow looming in the dark, ready to strike. "Lets hope at least one of them is going to be willing enough to volunteer." None of them ever did, but that wasn't the point. - @rsrevan

Always a pleasure to be out and up for trouble, especially in the company of his favorite Carrow twin. The two had got along quite well since a young age, a shared wickedness and unmatched iniquity that proved more than useful for the task at hand. An unsettling smile creeping onto Evan's lips as he watched the vial disappear behind his comrade's cloak, he quickened his step towards the warehouse, excitement taking over. "No spoiling just yet, my friend. I do plan to have my own fun tonight." He told the other, sliding his wand down his hand, ready for the action to come.

[fcrox]

Any day filled with tasks for the cause was a good day in the book of Amycus. Whether it was a hunt, a chase, the polite requests for information or the dedicated correction of those foolish enough to believe they stood a single chance. Much like the storm dancing all around them, they would fall with the same stupidity that had caused them to lean up in the first place. Such foolish vigor. "So, anything's possible?" The corners of his mouth twisted up into a grin resembling a mad feline.

"I can think of a few things." The wizard held up a vial of a liquid that seemed to be swirly and calm at the same time, an eerie grey tint. "But then again, we wouldn't want to spoil the finale." With a shrug the vial disappeared back into his cloak pocket. If there was someone to have fun with, certainly it was a friend. No doubt. - @rsrevan

where: death eater's warehouse, unknown location in scotland who: @fcrox

While he portrayed himself as the perfect gentleman in public, his mind was a wicked and sadistic one. His support on the war wasn’t based solely on his distaste for the muggles but even more so on the pleasure derived from seeing them in pain, a gratification that grew even stronger if it was his wand to cause it.

A stormy night, thrill pumping through his veins as they walked up to the warehouse that belonged to their side. There was nothing better than going out on a mission for the Dark Lord and doing so with an outstanding partner, even better— a friend. The wizard turned to the other, the corners of his lips turning upwards expectantly. “He got us a bloody gift, literally.” He told Amycus, gesturing towards the house where a muggleborn was waiting for them and what would be an interesting night. “He said we should get all the information out of him, however we saw fit.”