Yes folks! I'm baack!! Hehe, anyone seen Pirates of the Caribbean?? Hehe!! Cool movie!! (Sorry Peramiell, Johnny Depp was a much better actor than Orly *grins evilly*) Anyhow, I'm off topic, so let us continue. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll try a nice long chapter? Good?
Thanks to Evyominique, Kalorna Enera, Jalessa (Absolute Master is the highest. Unless you count Arch-Shadow Keeper, but that's not really a rank, sort of. Well, if he goes back to Dumbledore's side, there goes half of my story eh? As with Venom and Daggyr, we'll see…), RainWaters, Jordan, Peramiell, Megz2 (Am I only silly? My my, I must try harder then…lol), Scott, Jake, Sapphire Lotus (He is a spy, so I suppose he lurks in the Shadows to eavesdrop and gather information. Hehe), BOB and PheonixPadfoot89.
Well done to everyone who guessed, yes Lurker is our dearest Severely Snapped Snivellous Snape! (Yikes! Alliteration!! *Panic*). But of course, Daggyr doesn't know that…
The ShadowKeepersBy Skysong1
Chapter 11: Revelations at the House of Shadows (I)
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'Thoughts'
[Letters/writing/text etc.]
^^ShadowKeeper's sign Language^^
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Daggyr peered around the circular meeting/common room of the dormitory sector D4 of the ShadowKeeper house.
Satisfied that he wasn't followed, he removed his sunglasses, emerald eyes scanned the area for a moment longer before he turned and placed a hand on a metal plate by a metal door. A red laser scanned his eyes, checking to see if the person had access rights to the residence. A faint green light emitted from the metal plate, checking and matching fingerprints.
Many years ago, he had bought his new residence here for 50, 000 ores. Normally, a dwelling this size could have reached double the price, but, along with the fact that Dorm D4 contained some of the most dangerous and most powerful S.K. there is and with some, 'persuasion' on Daggyr's behalf, he secured his dwelling for a bargain.
His old, apprentice residence, was handed back to the "housing management" for new comer's use. And he had spent hundreds of thousands of ores throughout his stay here, to make "The Den" one of the most secure, luxurious and the best residences available. Well, not really available. Like normal sales agents, the Housing Management had tried to convince Daggyr to sell his residence. But after a few, "well thought out complaints", a little bit more of "convincing" and relieving a few of the employees of their jobs. The Housing management finally got the idea and left him alone.
"Welcome back Daggyr," Came a computerized voice as the door swung open.
"Thank you Alpha." Daggyr said to his electronic security device, which was in turn, like a head servant to most of his other electronic devices. The door swung closed.
The ShadowKeepers were years ahead of the mainstream technology-wise. Years before, when muggles were fascinated by a flat screen monitor and the cord-less mouse, the ShadowKeepers had already achieved "laptops" that were as thin as paper, and could be folded up to fit in one's pocket. Unknown to all, each other the major companies had a few ShadowKeepers (mainly spies, but some others too) to occasionally "leak" new technology into the muggle world.
However, that doesn't mean they still like some of the traditionally methods. Medieval weapons for example, combined with subtle little high-tech add-ons can be just as (or more) dangerous.
"Would you like anything sir?"
"A cup of coffee would be nice." A faint buzzing sound was heard as Alpha instructed the coffee machine. Daggyr sighed and shrugged off his black cloak.
He frowned, and then pulled out a glass jar with a stunned rat in it, 'I'll deal with you later.'
"Alpha, please lock this up in one of the safes in the storeroom, be sure it does to escape, allow it air and a small dish of water."
"Yes, sir." The glass faded out of existence.
"The Den" is like a very stylish penthouse. It was circular, and the entrance was somehow in the very middle. (Very complex magics kept the Den together) Entering the Den, then opening a set of glass doors (bullet proof glass of course, charmed and warded), you enter the Living room. The entire wall on the far side (part of the circumference of the circular den) was made of one-way glass (once again bullet proof, charmed and warded). It was currently charmed to make it seem that the entire Den was several kilometres high up and overlooking a sprawling city. Lights of civilization seemed to twinkle in the distance like mechanical stars.
To the left and right of the living room is a corridor (the same corridor as the entire Den is circular). This corridor connects the Kitchen, the dining room, the bedroom, the study, the guest room and his personal favourite, his miniature gym and his storage room (which housed all his weapons and other gadgets).
Daggyr turned into the "left corridor" and finally arrived at his study. The lights flickered on as he entered. He took out his G.C (i.e. glasses computer) and sat down at his computer. He connected the G.C to his computer and watched in satisfaction as it downloaded. A cup of coffee materialized next to his keyboard, cradling his coffee, he leaned back slightly on his high backed black leather chair. He gingerly took a sip.
"Main…" Daggyr took another sip.
The computer replied, "Yes sir?"
Daggyr frowned, "Call me Daggyr Main. Set that as default."
"Yes Daggyr, what would you like today?"
"Main, can you search for any information about Venom Aconitum on the S.K database?"
The computer beeped in response then the screen turned a black, the emblem of the ShadowKeepers faded into existence, three eyes, one red, one blue and on green linked together, the motto of the ShadowKeepers appeared underneath.
(A/N: Can anyone think of a good motto for the S.Ks? I had one before, and it sucks. Oh well, if someone thinks of one, please tell me!! I'll dedicate a chapter to you *grin*)
[PASSWORD: _ ]
A prompt appeared on the screen, settling down his coffee, he deftly typed in the password, which only a selected high ranking/powerful ShadowKeeper know.
A little dagger with cartoon eyes bopped up and down next to [ Searching…78%].
Finally, the little dagger disappeared in a puff of cartoon smoke, Daggyr's lips gave a small twitch. 'Hmmm…'
[TRUE NAME: Nyoka Elizabeth Li.
ENTRANCE: 1997
D.O.B: 14th April 1981
GENDER: F
SHADOWKEEPER NAME: Venom
SHADOWKEEPER TYPE: Assassin
ASSASSINRANK: Master
FULL TITLE: Master Assassin Venom Aconitum, poisoned fang.
BOOK: Book of Aconitum.
SPECIALITY: Poisons, darts, potions, alchemy.
TEACHER/MENTOR NOTES: Venom is normally quick tempered, but has learned to control her temper since she arrived. She has certain affinities with poisons and other toxins and is extremely skilled in the arts of potion making.
She has excellent accuracy.
('I'll keep that in mind' Daggyr grumbled, thinking about the other day when she threw her shoe at his head)
And has above average in most of the other areas apart from hand to hand combat and weaponry with larger weapons where she is only average…]
The text continued on and ended with a photo of Venom at the end, she obviously sleepily into what seemed like a glass of orange juice. Where Python got all this information, one could only guess.
'Hehe, she's kinda cute when she's so sleepy and dopey like that…wait, I did not think that…'
Daggyr shook his head violently. "Main, can you please download any information you have about the present day world outside, mainly politically. And everything you can find about Darkmont.
As the data downloaded, he quickly gulped down the rest of his coffee, placing it back next to the keyboard. The cup once again teleported back to the kitchen.
"Download complete."
"Thank you Main."
"You're welcome Daggyr."
"Hmm, Main?"
"Yes Daggyr?"
"Can you search and see if you have ANY information regarding Tom Marvollio Riddle?"
Daggyr peered at the screen, then narrowed his eyes in disbelief as the results shown up. 'Oh damn!'
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On the way to the interrogation rooms, Daggyr was had several attempted attacks and thefts, which he dealed of swiftly. He was not in a good mood to say the very least.
The "interrogation" rooms where part of the "Public services" block. There were medical professionals for those certain injuries you can't cure for yourself (of course, there is a hefty price to pay to be treated, but it also ensures that you won't be attacked for a week). The Housing Management was in this block too. (Daggyr watched in satisfaction from under his hood as a worker of the H.M scuttled away when he stormed around the corner.) There was the library, and the records library where all the tidbits of information any spy gathered were stored (As usual, access had a price). There were blacksmiths and carpenters and computer engineers, all willing to sell their services for a few ores. And of course there were some, which for a price, will teach you their skills.
The interrogation rooms are a bit of a cruel joke by Python when he was elected as Arch-Shadowkeeper (He had a strange and often dark sense of humour). They were "public torture chambers" and could be hired.
Entering the last interrogation room at the end of the corridor, Daggyr closed the door firmly.
He settled down on a stylish metal chair in the shadowy corner of the room and pulled out his glass jar. He tossed the rat to the floor in the centre of the room.
"Enervate" Daggyr waved a hand dismissively.
The rat woke up with a start, and not seeing Daggyr, it transformed into Wormtail.
His Death Eater robes were rumpled, but from what he could see, it was a rather expensive black velvet uniform, even darker coloured stitching showed the Dark mark on his back.
Pettigrew looked around panicky for an exit, seeing the door, it started yanking and banging on the metal door. The loud boom echoed about the room, making Wormtail collapse to the ground holding his head. As the noise subsided, he started fumbling in his robe, obviously searching for his wand.
"Long time no see…Wormtail" Daggyr stood up, and flicked a finger, tiny fireballs flew around, lighting all the torches around the room.
Wormtail spun around looking for the source of the voice, squinting, he finally say the figure of Daggyr, hood down yet leaning against the wall casually.
"Wh-who are y-you? S-Show yourself, o-or may the d-Dark Emperor g-give you mercy…"
"SHUT UP FOOL!!!"
Wormtail cringed, this voice, was not his masters, but seemed to hold the same power and hidden anger in it.
The figure stepped forward.
"My my Wormtail…" the voice continued on calmly, like the calm before a storm, "don't you recognize an old friend?"
Daggyr removed his hood and his sunglasses, carefully pocketing them. He looked up and stared deeply into Wormtail's panicking brown orbs.
"P-P-Potter?"
"That's MISTER Potter to you Wormy." Daggyr replied sarcastically, but his face remained stony, calm, cold,…unreadable.
Panicking Wormtail ran and bashed his fists on the door.
Sighing, "Does this mean I must move on to…drastic measures?"
"Hmm, I've heard that it is really painful to burn to death. How about this, for every correct answer you give me, I'll leave the circle as is. For every incorrect or no answer, the circle gets smaller. Any funny business means fried flesh."
A ring of fire, two metres or so in diameter encircled Wormtail.
Wormtail spun around desperately looking for an escape. The fire flared up higher, reaching chest height, the room was now stifling hot.
"Not so fast, tell me where is the Dark Lord?"
When Wormtail remained silent, the radius of the circle was shortened by half a metre.
"H-He he is normally in Palace Darkmont at the beginning, the first week of each month…he does other things for the rest."
"Like?" Daggyr said coldly.
The circle started shrinking.
"He-he visits his high ranking noble's fiefs, they are the heirs in case something happens to the Dark Emperor or his offspring."
'Interesting. Wait…offspring?""Tell me what you mean by offspring…does the "Dark Emperor" have any children?" Daggyr spat out.
The circle started shrinking as Wormtail remained silent.
"I-I-I cannot tell, I am sworn…not to…"
Wormtail's eyes brightened suddenly, he grabbed his arm where his Dark Mark was tattooed onto his arm.
"H-Highness, Potter…"
Hissing angrily, Daggyr closed his hands into fists, glaring at the fire. The fire's heat multiplied several timed and consumed the rat, now ex-rat.
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Baron Lucius Malfoy and his Baroness Narcissa, were hosting the great Dark Emperor Voldemont when Voldemont's ring started glowing. The obsidian seemed to swirl like glutinous liquid.
"What is it your highness?"
The Baron asked timidly.
Red eyes narrowed into slits, "Silence!"
Suddenly, a voice seemed to sound from his ring.
"H-Highness, Potter…"
Red eyes narrowed even further.
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A/N: Phew!!! That was more than double the usual length!! Yikes!! Anyways, like usual, tell me what you think, and if you have a good motto for the S.K. Please tell me too!!