Jason van Zyl is an Order Member who is nearly as bad as a Death Eater with the only difference being that he is nobody's tool, least of all Lord Voldemort's. Desdemona Cruxis is the de-facto leader of the Death Eaters with a problem with everyone. This is one of the many threads between a Death Eater and an Order member on the Harry Potter RPG Beyond Stone Walls. Each chapter goes back and forth between the two characters involved. View the original here: beyondstonewalls . com /index . php / topic , 2679 . msg 24088 . html # msg 24088 without the spaces.
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The twenty-two year old Jason van Zyl sniffled slightly before spitting bile onto the black streets of Nocturn Alley to the left of his heavy Dr. Martens boots. He was leaning against a lamp post, and trying to think about why he had left South Africa as he found himself irked significantly by the rain that was currently pouring onto his head, soaking the black hair and leaving the black leather jacket he wore slick with the sheets of rain. He wanted to smoke but there was no way that he would be able to get his lighter alight in this rain, and so he stood in relative darkness staring into the streets for inspiration. He was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. An interesting development. Not, perhaps, unexpected, he was here for violent justice and a chance to start pulling people's faces off. He noticed few on his side were criminals. He was just what they needed.
This was what they called his patrol, though he had stopped his aimless wandering ages ago, preferring to loiter around a single area. In fact, Jason didn't really know the area well enough to go wandering about in the pouring rain, and he wasn't going to take a chance at getting completely lost. It was raining and he'd never find his way back. He had been told expressly not to start any sort of fight, but a fight was exactly what Jason was going to do if anyone stumbled across his path this evening. No war had every been done by wandering creaky side streets and hoping to apprehend people who were already committing crimes. A preemptive strike was needed to keep people safe, but somehow Ares had not managed to understand that. Fortunately Jason was more than well versed in the strategy of attacking wrongdoers before they could do more harm. He wouldn't sit idle by when known criminals were on the loose.
Hearing voices emerge from the pouring rain he stepped out of the pool of light so that he would not be noticed. Though his boots made heavy noises as he stalked away, ruining his subtlety somewhat. The South African took a few tentative steps, trying to decide which way was the direction of the voices. He brushed the heavy and soaking black fringe out of his eyes as he casually sauntered towards the voices, his mouth drawn in a straight line. His breath was masked by the heavily rushing water that seemed to crowd his ears in ways that made him feel like some sort of predator on the Savannah. They could not know of his approach as he made his way to the mouth of an alleyway. The voices were speaking softly but angrily, it was the rushing water that gave the sounds the distance that was needed for Jason to follow them.
One of them said something that sounded distinctly like 'Death Eater', and that was all he needed to be put on attack. Pulling his wand out of his jacket pocket he made his way slightly deeper into the alleyway. Pausing once or twice to see if he had been noticed. Finally two figures became visible in the shadows, it seemed to him that he hadn't been noticed, or perhaps if he had he was not being acknowledged by the pair. Frustrated by the delay Jason finally kicked over a trash can, looking at the pair who had been fighting with a dark smile twisting its way into his face. The both stopped what they were talking about to look at the newcomer. All the man wanted was a fight, and these two had mentioned Death Eater, that was a legitimate reason for him to attack them wasn't it? He answered his own question with a emphatic 'yes, obviously'.
There were two of them, a man and a woman. The woman was quite short, though the man looked far more uncomfortable in the situation. The man worked on a strategy that would involve knocking the man out quickly and then dispatching the woman. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as though trying to decide which one of the pair he would like to tear to pieces first. The man just gazed his icy stare from the corner of the alley and spoke in his deep voice "What do we have here" He was a brad new member of the Order of the Phoenix and already he was relishing what was likely to end up being his first official reprimand.