Panic Station || Rab/Teggy/Rod

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Panic Station || Rab/Teggy/Rod Mar 25, 2013 22:44:21 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2013 22:44:21 GMT -8

There was a whisper in the halls of the dungeons that the Slytherin Common room was finally reopened. It was certainly cause for an eyebrow raise. As he hit the couch something seemed off. Rodolphus Lestrange had wooed plenty of girls in that very spot. Hell he'd had sex in that spot a good few times. This was not the same cushion as early in that day. "There is something wrong with this... He bounced up and down a little testing the springs and standing up very quickly. "Someone messed with the cushion. That is a different .... It's like I don't even know this couch anymore!" His long finger pointed accusingly at the furniture as he looked around at the semi-familiar faces as they trickled in. One girl happened to pipe up and sneer something out about flood damage from the lake. Before he could come up with a reaction there was a tap at his shoulder, and he turned to see a wide eyed second year staring up at him.

"Miss Echoes is requesting your presence... She's in the Clock Tower. She also wanted me to tell you that it's very important and that you need to find her immediately." Naturally, at this sort of request, Rodolphus instantly assumed it to be a booty call. He inspected the boy to be sure it wasn't a ruse and then made up his mind. The second year was just round enough to weigh down a spring. His firm grasp clenched onto the boy's chubby arms and sat him down in the foreign cushion. "Do me a favor. Don't move from this spot until I come back. There's a good lad." With a ruffle of the boy's hair, Rodolphus sprang free of the common room. The mood he was in now could have brought him to whistle.

Integra had finally come to her senses and chose him! Sure it couldn't last long. There was a betrothal he'd been bought into, and all the other lays that would come knocking, but if he could get her to just stay his, claimed for Rod's enjoyment, then all would be okay. Surely Echoes would understand him having to fulfill his duties as a sex machine. Either way he was going to have amazing sex tonight. With a woman he didn't have to hold back with. The release was going to be amazing. It was something he could get from only one other place. A place he still felt unsettled about. Never in his life had Rodolphus ever felt undecided about something. But his excursion with Joram had been something he wanted to keep in the back of his mind, to mull over again and again.

Bounding up the steps two at a time, Rod made his way to the clock tower. Her ass in those pants was like a peach on a hot summer day. OH the things he would to do her tonight! As he approached her, the girl's back turned to him, Rod watched the way her shoulders rolled in their sockets. The light on her skin as it pulled over her skeleton, cast shadows in the recesses of her body. Being as quiet as possible, Rod crept up behind her and put his arms around the girl's body. "It's about ti-" Her clothes were damp, and her skin was ice cold. Pulling away he looked at the girl as Integra turned to face him.

The expression her eyes cast at him could have knocked him on his feat. It was a lethal mixture of vengeance, hatred, and incredible pain. "Is that... Blood on your shirt?"

"...Yes..." How was she supposed to explain this to him. She knew he'd stayed behind with Lyra for dinner after Rod left. It couldn't have been easy on him, and his night was about to get worse. With her thin pale hand covered in dirt, Integra brushed back her messy hair. Rod's glaring look at her disheveled features, made her realize she couldn't have looked presentable in the slightest.

Everything had gone suddenly serious and it rose concern in the boy as he eyed the normally flawless woman before him. "What's going on?" The conversations between them had typically been hidden in sexual banter and laughable insults. Recently, however, they had come to a point in their relationship as friends where they felt comfortable having actual conversations of worth with one another.

Integra licked her lips and took his hand in hers. "C'mon. I'll show you."[/green]

Her answer put him off. Was this some sort of freaky thing Rab had turned her on to? What the hell was he getting himself into? As uneasy about this as he was, Rod couldn't help his curiosity and followed the girl without protest. In only moments they were approaching the hospital wing. "There was an accident...Rab...I got there when I noticed something was off but... He...Rod, I tried to find you..."

[/color] There was a shake in her voice as her hand pushed open the door quietly. The staff members had retreated to a corner upon their arrival to give them privacy.

[/span]Tucked behind a curtain off to the side, lay his baby brother. At first Rod wanted to laugh and tell the sod to get up and stop being stupid. But as the tears fell from Integra' eyes, Rod realized the reality of the situation. "What the fuck happened?!" His shout was but a whisper, so as not to wake the boy as he looked at the dark haired mess. She quivered and shook her head. "I don't know. There was so much blood and....I couldn't breath. I couldn't wake him up...It was like a nightmare."[/color] [/font]

Integra found a stool next to the boy and took his limp hand in hers. Rod could only stare on at the pair for what felt like hours. This was certainly not the kind of booty call he was looking forward to, but that was far from his mind now. It didn't take long until Integra was resting her head on his brother's arm and quickly drifting off to sleep. The girl must have been exhausted from all the emotions. The whole thing was so surreal. Was this even real life or was it just some sick twisted dream. As he palmed his eyes, Rod tried to rub himself awake and out of this delusion. When he looked back, the pair were still there, motionless.

He paced the room a few times before draping a blanket around Integra's shoulders. Compassion had come in like a plague. No notice. It was uncertain that he'd even had it inside of him until now, but through the sorrow, Rod was finding that the right thing to do now was put aside his normal demeanor and facade. He had to be here for Rab. He had only himself and Integra looking after him. And she'd done all she could now. With Rabastan out, who looked after her? Swallowing his pride and choking back everything that lead him away from being a sensitive individual, Rod pulled up a chair and rested his elbows on the bed.

"Once, a very long time ago, there was a wizard who was in charge of making all the potions for a shop...." Rod's soft and low voice shook as he spoke. "He made every sort of potion. Ones to clean spots, ones to grow roses. Ones to make Tots, and ones to shrink noses." As much as he was fighting it, a tear began to threaten his previously unbreakable cool. "Unfortunately he was very terrible at making potions. He'd turned his wife into an ugly barren woman with warts, and could not cure her, no matter how hard he tried. She hid her face everyday and locked herself in their home, ashamed of the wizard and what she'd become...." The rest of the story was barely audible as he croaked it out between tears, burring his face in his hands. "The wizard made a disaster of the shop. There were upturned cauldrons everywhere. And his wife....She slipped! Ugly troll face in the mix. This was not how the story went verbatim, Rabastan knew it much better than he did. "Jesus Christ." Rod gave up and was reduced to silently attempt to console himself. If Rabastan died.... He'd truly be alone. [/font][/justify][/blockquote][/span]

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Panic Station || Rab/Teggy/Rod Mar 26, 2013 0:49:00 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2013 0:49:00 GMT -8

Coming in and out of sleep and consciousness, Rabastan was transferred to a semi-permanent place within the hospital wing by none other than Ezriel Adams and Vincent Mortelle. Poppy was busy making sure he was level and secure, but the poor boy didn't have enough energy to even stand on his own two feet. Chest rising and falling in a deep, but stable rhythm, Rab's mind was sprinting full force forward into the darkness away from the stark whiteness of the light. There was far too many nodes turning on in his head. A flicker of hope here, desolation down a different path, but he was alive and he would stay alive. It was just a matter of when or what he would wake up to.

Darkness was creeping in on the outskirts of his vision, and the face of his mother haunted him from every possible angle. That gaunt and hideous image just lingered in place above his own. Phraxos with a switch in hand. Rabastan turned to look at the man he did not dare call his father, and the mother that took advantage of his older brother at such a young age. It was now or never. Green eyes moving toward his feet, Rabastan took a step forward toward his mother and breathed silently. "You will never be forgiven for the crimes you've committed against this family." Standing up with his perfect posture. Rabastan looked down at his mother from the very tip of his nose.

The condescending glare was enough to make his mother break down and cry. Once she hit her knees the boy pulled his wand from it's place at his hip and let it rest lightly over his fingers. "You are the reason I cannot control myself." A smile played on his lip before taking a step forward. Boot crunching the snow underneath, but be crouched low and made sure that their eyes connected. Rabastan wanted to watch her life slip from her eyes. Setting a dagger in front of Lyra, his once gentle face contorted into pure hatred and unaltered tyranny. They wanted to bring him up to be ruthless, cold and heartless, but never did Phraxos and Lyra believe that their silent son would turn on them. Not like this.

"What do you want Rabastan, my son? I'll give you anything, please ju-just spare me!" Lyra spoke just as her youngest child's fingers caressed that ungodly jaw of hers. It was no question where he got his facial build from, but he was not like his mother. Not even in the slightest.

"You've not called me your son for as long as I can remember, but when your life is hanging in the balance you decide now is the time. I've given you the eons Lyra, you're not fit to be a Lestrange I'm afraid. You do not fit the mould, you do not belong, and I'm afraid that I am going to have to let you go." Twisting his wrist, Rabastan forced his mother to meet his gaze. "You've bred me to be like this, don't you want to see your finest creation triumph?" Standing up he let the skeletal like body alone. Taking a few steps back, with a tilt of the head and whispering under his breath, Rabastan let a small mist of yellow spew from the tip of his wand.

"Pick it up." Speaking quietly as his mother's shaky hand went for the Minotaur Horned dagger that lay in the snow. "Now mother dearest. I would like for you to... well you know what I want." A smile came to his lips as the blade punctured her skin. A howl echoed off the surrounding trees, but inside that scream came hollow laughter. Again, Rabastan fondled his mother's sickly face. "Again, but aim higher." She did, piercing a lung in the process and the perfectly white teeth of Rabastan Lestrange could have been seen from a mile away. "Now tell me, mother. How can you call yourself a devout follower of Riddle if you cannot even withstand a simple Imperius?"

An edge to the boys voice caught as he watched the life force drain from his mother and Rab tilted his head to the side with a small giggle. "This is for the way you treated my brother. I'm glad we could have this little conversation. Seeing as I won't need to have another word with you, anytime soon." She collapsed and Rab pushed himself up off the ground. Grabbing her wand and pocketing he looked at Phraxos just over his shoulder.

The man looked mangled and out of place, his chest breathing erratically. "You know Father, you look very good hanging up on that branch right there." Stepping closer the man spat at his son, but Rabastan happened to be faster than the flying saliva. "Tsk. I had such great hopes for you too." Looking up at his dad Rabastan grinned. "So I have a proposition for you, if you would care to hear me out. Seeing as you can't very well get up and leave, just listen." Phraxos struggled for a few moments, but the glint in his son's eye was enough to make him shut up. He's seen it before so many times, but this was different, this was darker and there was something much deeper at work.

"I'm going to offer you life, in return you will give me and Rodolphus everything we ask. Poor mother over there will not be joining you, as she's a little out of commission." Clearing his throat Rabastan held out his hand and inspected the fine lines and details upon his palms and nail beds. "You will work for Rodolphus and myself, you will be at our beck and call, you will get the brunt of the punishment when something doesn't go according to plan, but I will allow you to live." Holding his hands out at either side, Rab smiled as he watched the cogs move behind the windows to his father's soul. Slowly the man nodded. "Fantastic."

Head lulling to the left toward the sound of an all too familiar voice. Rabastan took in a deep breath as pain bounced through his side. Ignoring it, but allowing the airflow to stagger he smiled lightly. Rodolphus. The other arm had gone numb, but Rab knew exactly what was going on. Integra. The two people he would give the world up for happened to be right here waiting for him to rise. Fingers twitching ever so slightly as he was beginning to regain his barrings, Rabastan's eyes lifted and opened to look at his brother's.

"S-such sorrow." He croaked. Throat dry from the constant amount of medication and the fact that he had been knocked out cold from anything. Rab's head was pounding as he looked up at his brother. Lifting his left arm Rabastan's fingers curled lightly around Rod's wrist and looked up into those eyes of his. It's been ages since he heard a story come from the lips of his older brother, no matter how horrible it was and completely wrong it was a story from Rodolphus and that made everything better. The boy may be sixteen going on seventeen, but he had never had a parent figure in his life aside from Rod. "I hate it when you're upset. Don't cry for me."

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Panic Station || Rab/Teggy/Rod Apr 22, 2013 2:04:30 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 2:04:30 GMT -8

"Jesus" Rod sat up wiping at his eye and snorting a little. He was trying to put on his best big brother face. Holding a finger up to his lips he pointed at Integra who was still sleeping in all her dirt and blood soaked glory. Now that he looked at her though he was noticing a few bruises and cuts on the girl. Minor, but still visible. "Shh.. Integra is sleeping..." He'd be eternally grateful to her that she was here to help him regardless of whether or not the two of them ended up together. Now that the lad had a good cry over his brother and the boy was alive and breathing, hell even talking.

"Are you always so poetic when you've almost died?" Pushing a straggling tear away, the boy rested his elbows on the bed and cupped his hands over his mouth. Something had to be said. The silence, as they say, was deafening and Rod could stand it no longer. He drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes. "You stormed out. You left me there with that monster of a mother and I had to keep up the worst conversation known to man. And for what? Death?" Part of Rod felt betrayed. Like Rab leaving him and trying his own fate was a knife in the back. Rab would leave him. There of all places. And rather die. It made Rod question the things he'd done to be of any worth to his brother in the last few years of their daunting existence.

While simultaneously some fragment of his being was driving the knife into his own chest. He knew it was wrong to think that it should have been him to find him. That some how he could have made this all go away. Maybe if he'd have stood up to Lyra when Rabastan needed him most. Maybe it should have been him laying up in a hospital bed just coming back from the edges of death. But it wasn't. It was the one person he held closest to him. The one person he knew would always be there. "This looks terrible Rab. What happened? Why are you here? Why are we? Why aren't our parents here? Why does your girlfriend look like she got in a fight with a troll... and clearly won... somehow..?" He sighed again and shook his head. "This is all really fucked up and until I know just what happened.. I can't begin to fix it for us." His eyes fluttered open to look at him and waited for everything to just make sense for once.

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Panic Station || Rab/Teggy/Rod May 1, 2013 16:06:12 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 1, 2013 16:06:12 GMT -8

Rabastan looked over at Integra as soon as Rodolphus mentioned something. She looked beat to shit and worn out, but instead of waking her, Rabastan just let her rest. "I've always been poetic, I think you're just realizing how much." The comment was as snarky as it comes, but the words that came from Rodolphus' mouth next were something he didn't expect. There was anger laying in the spaces between the letters and Rab wasn't surprised in the least.

"I'd never leave you Rod. I had a plan, but I failed you and I failed myself. It was an accident and I never wanted this to happen. Although I must say that it's opened my eyes to a whole nother world." The look in Rabastan's eye was certain and stern. Two things that have been missing for a very long time, but this go he would be doing it for himself and his brother. Anyone that stood in his way would be crushed under the Lestrange's boot and they would suffer.

A smile crept to the corner of his lips. "There is nothing to be fixed, not now, not yet. I know you want to take charge, but I'm not going to let them interfere with my plans. We will succeed and that will be final. I don't care why our parents aren't here, and Integra is alive, she'll be fine, that's all I care about. I hate keeping you in the dark and I won't, but you have to trust me and trust in my plans." Adjusting himself to sit up a little more. Pain raked through his side, but Rabastan ignored the pain, he would suffer for his idiotic decisions, he would continue on with his life as it never happened, and if people asked he would tell them.

"I had this crazy dream where you and I slaughtered our parents after they found out they had nothing left, and I want to make that dream a reality. Too much damage has been dealt, and I'm not about to sit idly by and watch them keep their fingers wrapped around us anymore. Especially you." The darkness from his eyes met his lips and soon his face was a curling pit of chaos.