*Liam was standing in the kitchen of the Family, leaning over the table. It was completely covered in papers, blueprints, maps, and a few newspapers. Liam had ink from his quill on his hands from marking the maps and blueprints and making notes on a scrap paper. He was deep in concentration, thinking about the best way that the family should go about attacking the Resistance. Liam groaned and viciously scratched something out before throwing down his quill and steping back to look from a distance. He ran his fingers though his hair absently, smearing ink on his face. He didn't notice but instead continued to glare at the bueprints.*

Tyrin entered, after a hard day scouting for more Family Support- not that they needed any. They were loved by the public, to be in the Family was a great honour, a priviledge. Tyrin was feared, he was close to the Grand.

He entered the Kitchen and sat, adjusting his orange strap.

"Hi Liam." he had spoken to Liam a few times before, they weren't close but Tyrin respected him. "Whats this you are doing? A task for the Grand?"

*Liam sighed and nodded* "When I was in the orphanage when I was younger I started to learn building and woodworking as a trade." *He explained as he took a step closer to the table and pulled out another blueprint from the bottem of the stack. He pushed it flat and put a pile of stuff on the eedges to hold it down* "I was asked to examine these and try to figure out the easiest way into their headquarters once we can break the spell." *He made another note on the blueprint before covering it with another.* "And we're trying to find the weak spots at hogwarts incase the resistance would be stupid enough to try to break in." *He looked up at Tyrin.* "Is there any new news?"

"The Grand has begun his infiltration of Europe. He is also gaining popularity in the USA. However we cannot expand until the resistance is removed." Tyrin played with his thumbs - a small boy in a big man's cult.

He flinched from where the Grand had cut his skin with symbols and marks. A great honour. To be cut was a sign that the Grand thought you worthy to be inflicted with such markings - you had done well.

*Liam didn't look up from the papers as Tyrin talked, but he smiled all the same* "Excellent." *Liam made another mark and then set his quil down again and turned around to look at Tyrin.* "I really don't tihnk that getting rid of the resistance is going to be much of a problem. Mel knows the lay out of the huse pretty well. And her litle brother's in there. All we'd need to do was trick him into telling us where they are and we're in."

"Or torture it out of him?" Tyrin suggested casually, wanted to stand in awe of the Grand's power once more. He had been at the rally where he had killed a werewolf with a silver hammer. A truly fantastic sight. "Lets hope the underground werewolf scum dont join this war - we cant give the unfortunate leader any kind of power. When we get her I want to rape her to death..."

Tyrins mind wandered onto other things such as what he was going to listen to on his ipod and whether to have chocolate cake or carrot cake... such a nice boy.

"I don't know if mel would let us torure him." *He said quietly.* "Even if it would be easier and faster. SHe can be frusterating at times." *He muttered.* "As for her....." *He was obviously referig to Kiley* "Mel probably wouldn't be happy about us hurting her either. Altough, between you and me...." *He took a step closer to tyrin* "I don't know what she was expecting us to do about it. What else would we be doing with them?" *He smiled a little and went back to the blueprints.*

"Yes, No offense but sometimes I think bringing Mel into the Family was the wrong decision. But what the Grand Says must be adhered to. After all he is the savior of Wizard kind."

He played with his orange sash for a moment. Tyrin was a perfect sycophant.

"I thik that eventually she'll come in handy..she can be overly emotional but she knows things about the werewolf that not many other people do. The trick will be getting her to talk about it." *He kne that if meel knew, she would be hurt that liam, her own boyfriend, was semi-scheming against her.*

Tyrin was a moron. A perfectly moronic moron. The only thing was - he didn't know it yet.

((Tyrin is a dull character, lets give him an illness :) ))

Tyrin seized his stomach as it suddenly convulsed, his skin dried all of a sudden - he shook, not from his illness but from humilation. If the family found out about his condition he could be killed. He took a phial from his pocket and swigged it down. His skin dampened but his stomach did not stop aching.

Rutherford's Syndrome. A wizarding illness that causes a deterioation in magical ability as age progresses. The illness usual starts during puberty. It can cause some people to turn into complete squibs later on in life.

Tyrin had remembered the definiton from a text book and hated himself for it. His magic... gone?

"Mel needs to be interrogated."

"Yeah..." *He agreed absently* "Are you alright?" *He asked, slightly concerned* "Need to sit down?" *Liam was particularily sensitive to stomach conditions since his brother charlie had been prone to them before he died. Liam had seen how much pain it had caused charlie and couldn't help but feel bad for Tyrin.*

"Nothing, just a simple stomache ache!" Tyrin's eyes had blackened and he had broken into a cold sweat. "The werewolf must die," he said slowly and deliberately. "And I shall kill her - the master will be pleased with me."

He went limp for a second before lunging himself at Liam. "Mine! Not yours! - MINE!"


OOC: Beat him!

*Liam was tall and had a muscular build. But he was still taken by suprise from Tyrin lunging at him. And since Liam was raised in a muggle orphanage, his natural reaction wasn't to reach for his wand. He took a half step back and set his foot stance, pulled his arm back, and aimed a punch with all his weigt behind it at tyrin's face.*

Tyrin went flying, crashing to the floor, sending furniture all around the room. He landed with a thud, he held his bloody cheek. As if he was one with magic, his wand flew out of his pocket and into his hand. He pointed it towards Liam.

His arm quivered. "You want to take Kiley for yourself. You want to be in my position! filth. Base. b*****d."

*Liam's fist didn't losen. His middle knuckle was red, but he didn't notice. He was looking down on the thing on the floor with a mixture of confusion and revulsion. Liam drew his wand as well.* "Go ahead Tyrin. Attack me. And how do you think sentinus will react to you murdering me? The one in the family that knows the most about the blueprints and the plans to get inside the resistance. Do you think he'll reward you?" *Liam hoped Tyrin attacked him again so he could beat the sh*t out of him.*

Instead of firing a spell, Tyrin lunged forwards, flailing his fists everywhere - desperate to make some effect. But he was a boy, weak and pathetic. His wand snapped in the struggle - Tyrin roared in anger but continued to thrash at Liam.

"f**k you! Filth!"

*Liam was punched in the chest just before Tyrin's wand broke. It had hardly stung but it was good enough a reason for him to fight back. He punched at Tyrin, expert at fighting due to his regular attendance to the fight club in knockturn alley. He fought hard and relentlessly, driving him back towards the wall. Another punch connected with his lip and it started to bleed*

Tyrin had lost. He was quickly beaten backwards, a bloody mess - quivering with both adrenaline and anger. He wanted to kill Liam for some strange reason. The conversation had started so well. He had become paranoid - desperate to cling onto his right hand man status. Tyrin had started the fight and Liam would end it.

*Once they wer closer to the wall, liam shoved Trin's shoulders so that he was pinned against the wall. ((sorry, godded a little)) Liam got right up in Tyrin's face, pressing on his chest with one hand so he was pinned to the wall, and in his other hand was his wand pressing hard into Tyrin's neck.* "You touch me again....I'll f**king smash your face in." *He snarled through gritted teath.* "I will f**king kill you, do you understand?"

OOC: Sometimes godding is necessary. Sometimes means all the time lol.

BIC:

Tyrin was practically forced into the wall, he looked at Liam with all the hatred he could muster. "Pretty little Mel - what a burden she must be. Let me go whoreson."

He then spat in Liam's face before fainting into unconsciousness. His head loped to the side.

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A figure was in the door frame, he had watched all the way through. It was the Grand Sentinus, a silhouette. He entered into the light, his crystal eyes splitting darkness before them. He had the Elder Wand in his hand. The other hand was behind his back.

He put both hands together, then again. He was applauding. "A very good show."

*Liam stepped ack from Tyrin and let his unconsious form fall to the ground* "He attaced me and I reacted." *Liam explained, putting it simply. He wiped the blood from his facae and turned tto the sink to spit. It was dark red. He figured he was going to be punished for beating tyrin up so bad.*

The Grand watched Tyrin slump to the floor, a pathetic lump of a boy who was too small for the Grand's big ideas. He took out his wand and revived him however then sent a burst of electrictity from his wand - watching as Tyrin was scorched by the blue power. He held it there, his body was convulsing. The Grand nodded and left him an inch from death.

He turned to Liam. "Remove your clothes."

*For a moment Liam didn't say anything and just stared back at the grand* "Sorry...take off my clothes? Okay..." *He was a little confused, but figured it would be safer to just shut up and do what he was told. Liam pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it on the floor. He reached down and unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans off and kicked them aside. He was now standing there in his boxers, his bruises and tatoo visable. He wasn't sure if the grand ment for him to take off his underwear or not, so he paused, waiting for further instruction*

"Continue," The grand said, it was important to be naked for his plan to happen. He revived Tyrin and ordered him to do the same. Tyrin knelt before the Grand after removing his clothes. The Grand picked up his wand and repaired it fully, however did not give it to Tyrin, he placed it into his robes.

"Follow me into the arena." He led the way and explained as they followed. "There is a dispute and unrest in My Family. There is only one way to solve it. Three tasks. One of sparring, one of mental ability and one of loyalty. It is important to be without clothes - it deterrs against magical influence or giving anyone an advantage."

"Tyrin - because of your significant size difference You may have a rope whip for the sparring event."

One appeared in Tyrin's hand, he flourished it slyly.

"Great." *He muttered, kicking off his underwear and following them towards the arena that the grand had spoken of. He spit the blood from his mouth once more.* "It better not be cold in here." *He murmered under his breath. Liam didn't like the idea of no clothes. But if didn't matter. He was just going to try to beat the crap out of Tyrin and stay on the grand's good side. Besides, how hard could it be?*

"Take your positions for sparring. You shall begin when I say."

A circle appeared around them all. "Step a foot out of the circle and the competitor has won."

He waited. "Go!"

"Okay Tyrin....." *He said under his breath. The familiar rush of adrenaline rushing through him. He could help but grin as he crouched, waiting for tyrin to make the first move. He side stepped, his hands balled into fists. Liam was in his element and he was pretty confident*

Tyrin thrashed his weapon across the floor towards Liam's ankles. He circled him and let his whip loose another two times.

OOC: Lets repeal the post count for this topic seeing as its action based.

ooc: okay, that's fine.

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*Liam was pulled over on his side. He curled into the fetal poition so he wouldn't step outside of the line. Liam kicked out with his foot to try to sweep Tyrin's legs out from under him. Lim started to get up.*

Tyrin was knocked off balance, got to his knees and begun to thrash the whip at his enemy.

*Liam was hit a few times on his arms ,once on his neck. It stung but he ignored it. Liam reached out to catch the rope as he ran at Tyrin in hopes to knock him onto his back.*