Post by Admin on Aug 24, 2020 19:11:03 GMT
Evil of evil-Good for good (Dempsy)(The Ministry, Department of Magical Law Enforcement)
(OOC: Combined threads from the previous site)
Dempsey McBurr
Their exit from the mystical city came with no argument from Bina. Though, he could tell she would have preferred remaining there, she gave no sign of remorse. She was quite far along now and even Dempsey worried about her condition while using the stressful travel method. He had planned out exactly how he was going to talk her into remaining in Shangri-La but Bina didn’t allow one word of it to be spoken. Apparently a monk had already visited her, or… well, that was all Dempsey could surmise because she hadn’t spoken on it.
Nevertheless, here they were traveling together back into the unknown. As far as Dempsey knew the menace that had swiftly laid waste to the Seven after Daniel’s death would be waiting for him within the walls of the ministry. However, he felt confident that no evil awaited within the halls of St Mungos. Bina would rest safety there while he confronted his employer. Then again, he could always stop by MI6 for a quick check in with plenty of juicy information gathered during his outing, but that would put him back on the clock with his muggle employer, and guise.
That brought a whole new dilemma. He was soon to be a father, a real true blue father. Did he really need to be involved with the most dangerous vermin both muggle and wizard had to offer? Only the great magical weave itself could recount the kind of arrogant scum he had taken down. Not even the ministry had record of half of Dempsey’s accomplishments. Which was for the best because plenty of those deeds could have him on the run indefinitely, or dead. Did he need this hanging over his head? Not to mention the political backlash he always suffered from MI6 when dealing with other muggle nations. It seemed too much to raise a child and continually deal with the pompous arrogance of wizards worldwide who knew no national boundaries.
But Dempsey had thrived on putting such characters in their place, and he needed no such glory to feed his arrogance into an egotistical monster. In fact, Dempsey preferred his deeds remained unknown leaving a lingering hazard at the back of anyone’s mind over what kind of person or wizard they shared company with. He relished in the fact that even his own fellow employees and employers had no clue what he was truly capable of. For evil on evil or good for good, Dempsey McBurr was something of a paradox, an oddity so subtle even the well trained eye couldn’t find the abnormality in. Too perfectly normal to reason anything other than invisible or nonexistent amongst a crowd. An individual not important enough to remember. At confrontation one may quickly realize he was far too dangerous to attack, but not know why. An air of ability without record to confirm ones fears. One did not need magic to utilize the skills of muggles, and MI6 had taught him well. Which is what he respected so much about Fai. The man thrived amongst muggles. So well that wizards could not track him. And Dempsey prided himself with equal abilities.
Daniel had been a good friend with great ideas and a belief in worldwide freedom that was intoxicating. No more hiding between two worlds. As sure as any unbelieving squibs parent, his child would be a pure blood. But if they were born without the gift of magic, how would he react? It was a no brainer. He would do whatever possible to secure the happiest and most promising future he could. Even if that meant the best thing to do would be to never introduce them to the wizarding world in the first place. Truly there was no shame in the muggle perception of joy, and happiness. How many of them were born blind or deaf and still found life in an abundance. Yes, Dempsey knew that he had seen more of muggle life than the average wizard and had seen the flaw in Daniel’s logic, as well as the Ministry’s for some time. There could be no peaceful merger of the two worlds. The price would be paid in blood and that would be at the cost of none other than total war. Daniel had it all wrong as well as the ministry. Mere population would force even the wizerding elite deeper into hiding. And if they thought Dempsey had betrayed them to Daniel, let his child be born a squib and see how quickly his loyalties shift, if they hadn’t already. He would open every magical pass allowing the hundreds of millions of muggle death forces to flow through. Insuring the elite of their intelligence agencies were able to master technological entry forever severing the veil between them. He would divulge every secret of ever worldwide ministry he had stored neatly on a muggle cloud drive set to go viral to every government on his command. He would aid them in crushing the disease that threatened peace in the first place. But while the Ministries stood mostly in unison for the purpose of peace, such a dreadful reality need not be conceived. He sighed.
Dempsey grimaced at his quick and deadly response to such an option. One he had to keep secret from even Bina. One that had already been set into motion before he ever met Tarik. This bomb could not exist, not unless the situation became desperate. He had come to grips with the realization of his fear over Daniel’s true objective; to eliminate muggles, which changed Dempsey’s opinion completely only several years prior. That objective alone stood against life and mankind altogether and against everything Dempsey had grown to believe in. He would sooner see the ultimate elimination of the wizarding world, even if his child was born with expected gifts, over that of the muggles. No matter how chaotic their path.
Which reminded him of a man, a scientist in South America who had been supplying him with a special ammunition for his muggle weapons which were laced with a specific pathogen targeting wizerding DNA and spreading faster than a splitting atom. In the end only the corps of an apparent muggle with only a single needle sized incision could be found. However muggles were completely immune leaving his reclusive friend completely clueless to its target. This project had been a pet of Dempsey’s father to prevent and eliminate any such a threat to the wizards’ unique DNA strand. That was the case until Daniel’s prophesy turned dangerously catastrophic. How quickly Dempsey found that this man could remove all possible antidotes and strengthen the pathogen to deadly speeds upon initial contact. Given the right situation the pathogen could mutate and go airborne with lesser and lesser strength but still with enough might to go viral and impact hard enough to the black plague look like a common cold. Dempsey had used extreme caution with its delivery. Preferring the wet Injection over a heated fired bullet, but technology never ceased with delivery options. However, at Dempsey’s disposal was an enough to send it airborne throughout every secret magical hutch that would at the very least incapacitate and remove all magical abilities of the most powerful to annihilation entire populations behind the magical veil. Could he do it? He glanced at Bina and then at her belly. Not in good conscience, nor without dire necessity, but it held a powerful contingency if ever the two worlds collided.
It was a good thing Dempsey did not pride himself on his ability to do evil. Nor his adept ability to contain secrets from the most intrusive mind dive. That returned him to the muggle training, of a mock capture and interrogation that lasted three days. Never had he ever learned to empty himself of everything as he had then.
What felt like hours abruptly, yet smoothly, brought them within the walls of St Mungles medical facility. Immediately they were met and Bina’s name taken. Before they could inquire of his personal identification Dempsey snuck away.
Swiftly out of St Mungos Dempsey strolled like an agent of her majesty’s most elite, while holding the swagger of an affluent and arrogant wizard. The latter use to come so easy to him, but after Shangri-La and the lessons he had learned, it was difficult not the move gracefully, considering each step, like Fai. Though Dempsey knew he was nowhere near the abilities of Fai, with exception of his ability with wand, and didn’t even consider placing his movements in time with those who dedicated their lives into the art.
He had hoped his son or daughter would grow up in a land blind to the difference, like Shangri-La, and that muggle and magical wouldn’t matter. Oh that the entire world could simple see things the same way. But no, only in a magical land could both live dedicated lives to serve the other. Not out here, it was purely impossible and the mere idea was preposterous. It was this that began to slowly drive him away from Daniel’s ideology but never from his friendship. No Daniel had walked that path, and if not for Dempsey’s own loyalty… caution perceptions of Daniel’s path, Daniel could have severed their friendship several times. Nevertheless, Dempsey had to admit that his hands were far from clean. Though, if and when the trial took place Dempsey now believed that every dirty deed, every life taken, information delayed, lost or destroyed had been done not only for the good of the wizarding society but for an even greater cause, that of mankind as a whole. That he learned from this last year and that he would no longer hold over his own head as shame.
Nevertheless it did not take long to fall back into step with the old elitist self. He almost smirked but kept his cool and strolled casually toward the ministry. He nudged at his collar in consideration of his neck and how nice if felt attached, for now. However, if he died today, then his friend would retain the pathogen and if push came to shove had specific instructions who to deliver it to. Now his survival no longer meant anything more than a man who wished to raise his child. Every plan, every scheme, and every life he had taken needed to wash away as if it was only a nightmare fading in the morning light.
Dempsey stood on his merit and his loyalty remained tightly intertwined with the Ministry of Magic. If that meant freely delivering his life to the butcher, then so be it.
Brennan Dawson
He had needed the break after the mind dives had both went sour. Seth had proven why Air had picked him as most of the Codebook info had never been learned. Fixer had only gotten three parts but those parts had the names of contacts that were involved with the safety of the Princess. Brennan had been outside St. Mungo's for about fifteen minutes when he saw a sight he never expected. Dempsey!, he thought. That man was somebody they had all expected to be found dead.
Profiler watched until the Auror left before he headed back to the hidden cottage in the back. He needed instructions on how to handle this as he wondered if Seth was ready for the met that was sure to come. He owled Seth's cousin William Brook, “Dempsey's back! Stall! He is Not To Leave the Ministry! Cousin wants Words! Bren”
Then went inside and straight to his partner Richard Greene. He got Richard's attention as he said, “Guess who I saw just leave St. Mungo's? Dempsey! Sent an Owl to Brook having him Stall Dempsey. Should we tell Boss or Governor?”
Richard Greene
Richard had finally taken the time to just sit at his desk and let his mind relax. It had been a long two days. Seth had been driven to the edge of despair, because they were unable to tell him all that had happened to him when Cole had mind dove on him and gotten the coding information. The Fixer had added a couple of his own walls and to break them down, could have taken part of Seth's physical brain capacity and thrown it out the window. They had not even been able to get totally to level six. Air was not going to be happy, but it was either that or not have the Seth they knew around anymore.
Franco had been able to make it to level six, but the pain and anguish it had cause him, would be part of the man's brain for a long time. Max Sinclair's job was not going to be an easy one, getting the Saint back to where he did not question even his want of a certain kind of food, or a need to go somewhere. It had been set up that Franco would never be alone when he was outside his living quarters for a long time. In fact even his living quarters were going to be monitored. Franco understood the need but it had been a lot to ask of someone to have your life monitored, twenty-four-seven.
Richard had just gotten comfortable in his office chair, leaned back and closed his eyes when Brennan walked in.
Richard's eyes shot open, but he did not sit up straight right away. Slowly he lifted his head and leaned on his desk, rubbing his eyes. Looking at Brennan, who was still standing in front of him, he said, "Sit down Bren. William can handle him for the moment. Did he have anyone with him? How did he look?" Richard was very tired, and he was not sure how they should proceed. Getting up he walked over to the wet-bar, opened the small refrigerator door and pulled out two bottled pumpkin aids. Closing the door, he returned to his seat, handing Bren one of the bottles as he passed by.
After regaining his seat, opening the bottle and taking a healthy swig he said, "You need to make sure Lucas has been notified. I would almost take it for granted William would let him know somehow, but double check, because he may not have had time. I will send an owl to Tarik." Taking another drink, he added, "Bren, find out why Dempsey was at the hospital also. If he did not look ill then he was either visiting someone, or helped someone to get there, which means we may have to call in some help to protect someone else. Do not stay to protect yourself. You need to either go to where Dempsey is and be in the same room or get permission to listen in. I need you to use your skills and give me some information on the man. You know the drill, even bits and pieces we can add together."
(OOC: Combined threads from the previous site)
Dempsey McBurr
Their exit from the mystical city came with no argument from Bina. Though, he could tell she would have preferred remaining there, she gave no sign of remorse. She was quite far along now and even Dempsey worried about her condition while using the stressful travel method. He had planned out exactly how he was going to talk her into remaining in Shangri-La but Bina didn’t allow one word of it to be spoken. Apparently a monk had already visited her, or… well, that was all Dempsey could surmise because she hadn’t spoken on it.
Nevertheless, here they were traveling together back into the unknown. As far as Dempsey knew the menace that had swiftly laid waste to the Seven after Daniel’s death would be waiting for him within the walls of the ministry. However, he felt confident that no evil awaited within the halls of St Mungos. Bina would rest safety there while he confronted his employer. Then again, he could always stop by MI6 for a quick check in with plenty of juicy information gathered during his outing, but that would put him back on the clock with his muggle employer, and guise.
That brought a whole new dilemma. He was soon to be a father, a real true blue father. Did he really need to be involved with the most dangerous vermin both muggle and wizard had to offer? Only the great magical weave itself could recount the kind of arrogant scum he had taken down. Not even the ministry had record of half of Dempsey’s accomplishments. Which was for the best because plenty of those deeds could have him on the run indefinitely, or dead. Did he need this hanging over his head? Not to mention the political backlash he always suffered from MI6 when dealing with other muggle nations. It seemed too much to raise a child and continually deal with the pompous arrogance of wizards worldwide who knew no national boundaries.
But Dempsey had thrived on putting such characters in their place, and he needed no such glory to feed his arrogance into an egotistical monster. In fact, Dempsey preferred his deeds remained unknown leaving a lingering hazard at the back of anyone’s mind over what kind of person or wizard they shared company with. He relished in the fact that even his own fellow employees and employers had no clue what he was truly capable of. For evil on evil or good for good, Dempsey McBurr was something of a paradox, an oddity so subtle even the well trained eye couldn’t find the abnormality in. Too perfectly normal to reason anything other than invisible or nonexistent amongst a crowd. An individual not important enough to remember. At confrontation one may quickly realize he was far too dangerous to attack, but not know why. An air of ability without record to confirm ones fears. One did not need magic to utilize the skills of muggles, and MI6 had taught him well. Which is what he respected so much about Fai. The man thrived amongst muggles. So well that wizards could not track him. And Dempsey prided himself with equal abilities.
Daniel had been a good friend with great ideas and a belief in worldwide freedom that was intoxicating. No more hiding between two worlds. As sure as any unbelieving squibs parent, his child would be a pure blood. But if they were born without the gift of magic, how would he react? It was a no brainer. He would do whatever possible to secure the happiest and most promising future he could. Even if that meant the best thing to do would be to never introduce them to the wizarding world in the first place. Truly there was no shame in the muggle perception of joy, and happiness. How many of them were born blind or deaf and still found life in an abundance. Yes, Dempsey knew that he had seen more of muggle life than the average wizard and had seen the flaw in Daniel’s logic, as well as the Ministry’s for some time. There could be no peaceful merger of the two worlds. The price would be paid in blood and that would be at the cost of none other than total war. Daniel had it all wrong as well as the ministry. Mere population would force even the wizerding elite deeper into hiding. And if they thought Dempsey had betrayed them to Daniel, let his child be born a squib and see how quickly his loyalties shift, if they hadn’t already. He would open every magical pass allowing the hundreds of millions of muggle death forces to flow through. Insuring the elite of their intelligence agencies were able to master technological entry forever severing the veil between them. He would divulge every secret of ever worldwide ministry he had stored neatly on a muggle cloud drive set to go viral to every government on his command. He would aid them in crushing the disease that threatened peace in the first place. But while the Ministries stood mostly in unison for the purpose of peace, such a dreadful reality need not be conceived. He sighed.
Dempsey grimaced at his quick and deadly response to such an option. One he had to keep secret from even Bina. One that had already been set into motion before he ever met Tarik. This bomb could not exist, not unless the situation became desperate. He had come to grips with the realization of his fear over Daniel’s true objective; to eliminate muggles, which changed Dempsey’s opinion completely only several years prior. That objective alone stood against life and mankind altogether and against everything Dempsey had grown to believe in. He would sooner see the ultimate elimination of the wizarding world, even if his child was born with expected gifts, over that of the muggles. No matter how chaotic their path.
Which reminded him of a man, a scientist in South America who had been supplying him with a special ammunition for his muggle weapons which were laced with a specific pathogen targeting wizerding DNA and spreading faster than a splitting atom. In the end only the corps of an apparent muggle with only a single needle sized incision could be found. However muggles were completely immune leaving his reclusive friend completely clueless to its target. This project had been a pet of Dempsey’s father to prevent and eliminate any such a threat to the wizards’ unique DNA strand. That was the case until Daniel’s prophesy turned dangerously catastrophic. How quickly Dempsey found that this man could remove all possible antidotes and strengthen the pathogen to deadly speeds upon initial contact. Given the right situation the pathogen could mutate and go airborne with lesser and lesser strength but still with enough might to go viral and impact hard enough to the black plague look like a common cold. Dempsey had used extreme caution with its delivery. Preferring the wet Injection over a heated fired bullet, but technology never ceased with delivery options. However, at Dempsey’s disposal was an enough to send it airborne throughout every secret magical hutch that would at the very least incapacitate and remove all magical abilities of the most powerful to annihilation entire populations behind the magical veil. Could he do it? He glanced at Bina and then at her belly. Not in good conscience, nor without dire necessity, but it held a powerful contingency if ever the two worlds collided.
It was a good thing Dempsey did not pride himself on his ability to do evil. Nor his adept ability to contain secrets from the most intrusive mind dive. That returned him to the muggle training, of a mock capture and interrogation that lasted three days. Never had he ever learned to empty himself of everything as he had then.
What felt like hours abruptly, yet smoothly, brought them within the walls of St Mungles medical facility. Immediately they were met and Bina’s name taken. Before they could inquire of his personal identification Dempsey snuck away.
Swiftly out of St Mungos Dempsey strolled like an agent of her majesty’s most elite, while holding the swagger of an affluent and arrogant wizard. The latter use to come so easy to him, but after Shangri-La and the lessons he had learned, it was difficult not the move gracefully, considering each step, like Fai. Though Dempsey knew he was nowhere near the abilities of Fai, with exception of his ability with wand, and didn’t even consider placing his movements in time with those who dedicated their lives into the art.
He had hoped his son or daughter would grow up in a land blind to the difference, like Shangri-La, and that muggle and magical wouldn’t matter. Oh that the entire world could simple see things the same way. But no, only in a magical land could both live dedicated lives to serve the other. Not out here, it was purely impossible and the mere idea was preposterous. It was this that began to slowly drive him away from Daniel’s ideology but never from his friendship. No Daniel had walked that path, and if not for Dempsey’s own loyalty… caution perceptions of Daniel’s path, Daniel could have severed their friendship several times. Nevertheless, Dempsey had to admit that his hands were far from clean. Though, if and when the trial took place Dempsey now believed that every dirty deed, every life taken, information delayed, lost or destroyed had been done not only for the good of the wizarding society but for an even greater cause, that of mankind as a whole. That he learned from this last year and that he would no longer hold over his own head as shame.
Nevertheless it did not take long to fall back into step with the old elitist self. He almost smirked but kept his cool and strolled casually toward the ministry. He nudged at his collar in consideration of his neck and how nice if felt attached, for now. However, if he died today, then his friend would retain the pathogen and if push came to shove had specific instructions who to deliver it to. Now his survival no longer meant anything more than a man who wished to raise his child. Every plan, every scheme, and every life he had taken needed to wash away as if it was only a nightmare fading in the morning light.
Dempsey stood on his merit and his loyalty remained tightly intertwined with the Ministry of Magic. If that meant freely delivering his life to the butcher, then so be it.
Brennan Dawson
He had needed the break after the mind dives had both went sour. Seth had proven why Air had picked him as most of the Codebook info had never been learned. Fixer had only gotten three parts but those parts had the names of contacts that were involved with the safety of the Princess. Brennan had been outside St. Mungo's for about fifteen minutes when he saw a sight he never expected. Dempsey!, he thought. That man was somebody they had all expected to be found dead.
Profiler watched until the Auror left before he headed back to the hidden cottage in the back. He needed instructions on how to handle this as he wondered if Seth was ready for the met that was sure to come. He owled Seth's cousin William Brook, “Dempsey's back! Stall! He is Not To Leave the Ministry! Cousin wants Words! Bren”
Then went inside and straight to his partner Richard Greene. He got Richard's attention as he said, “Guess who I saw just leave St. Mungo's? Dempsey! Sent an Owl to Brook having him Stall Dempsey. Should we tell Boss or Governor?”
Richard Greene
Richard had finally taken the time to just sit at his desk and let his mind relax. It had been a long two days. Seth had been driven to the edge of despair, because they were unable to tell him all that had happened to him when Cole had mind dove on him and gotten the coding information. The Fixer had added a couple of his own walls and to break them down, could have taken part of Seth's physical brain capacity and thrown it out the window. They had not even been able to get totally to level six. Air was not going to be happy, but it was either that or not have the Seth they knew around anymore.
Franco had been able to make it to level six, but the pain and anguish it had cause him, would be part of the man's brain for a long time. Max Sinclair's job was not going to be an easy one, getting the Saint back to where he did not question even his want of a certain kind of food, or a need to go somewhere. It had been set up that Franco would never be alone when he was outside his living quarters for a long time. In fact even his living quarters were going to be monitored. Franco understood the need but it had been a lot to ask of someone to have your life monitored, twenty-four-seven.
Richard had just gotten comfortable in his office chair, leaned back and closed his eyes when Brennan walked in.
Then went inside and straight to his partner Richard Greene. He got Richard's attention as he said, “Guess who I saw just leave St. Mungo's? Dempsey! Sent an Owl to Brook having him Stall Dempsey. Should we tell Boss or Governor?”
Richard's eyes shot open, but he did not sit up straight right away. Slowly he lifted his head and leaned on his desk, rubbing his eyes. Looking at Brennan, who was still standing in front of him, he said, "Sit down Bren. William can handle him for the moment. Did he have anyone with him? How did he look?" Richard was very tired, and he was not sure how they should proceed. Getting up he walked over to the wet-bar, opened the small refrigerator door and pulled out two bottled pumpkin aids. Closing the door, he returned to his seat, handing Bren one of the bottles as he passed by.
After regaining his seat, opening the bottle and taking a healthy swig he said, "You need to make sure Lucas has been notified. I would almost take it for granted William would let him know somehow, but double check, because he may not have had time. I will send an owl to Tarik." Taking another drink, he added, "Bren, find out why Dempsey was at the hospital also. If he did not look ill then he was either visiting someone, or helped someone to get there, which means we may have to call in some help to protect someone else. Do not stay to protect yourself. You need to either go to where Dempsey is and be in the same room or get permission to listen in. I need you to use your skills and give me some information on the man. You know the drill, even bits and pieces we can add together."