Video fades in, but doesn't focus at first. What's being shown is the deck, apparently, though the picture is unclear. There appears to be static interference and negative images distorting the picture, in addition to what sounds like whispering over any ambient sounds would be picked up on deck
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Please be careful.
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I don't want you to be caught unaware of what the Barge can do when it's like this. Last time there were demons and they killed something like half the Barge.
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Lucius desires to see this for himself, of course, after watching the video with mute and abstract horror. He doesn't even bother checking his own mark -- he feels not even a suggestion of the Dark Lord's presence, and would never so underestimate the capacity for Bellatrix's breed of batshit.
He listens to the transmissions a while, before leaving his room.
It is not a sense of duty that compels him to the deck, Merlin no. Morbid curiousity, call it that. He stands at a conservative distance, a little indifferent to the fall of ash and burned leaves, his hands empty of customary cane and his communicator pocketed in the drab grey woolen coat he wears over equally plain attire. ]
Lestrange.
What in the world are you doing.
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Lucius! He's coming! Isn't it glorious?
[That conservative distance is cut to an intimate distance. Lestrange grabs Malfoy with both hands and spins about with him, giddy from her supposed discovery, and laughing happily. Or what passes as happy laughter for her breed of batshit. After two revolutions, she abruptly lets go and leaves him to deal with the sudden change in momentum.]
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Lucius' hands go up to fend her off, which is a terrible idea and only encourages what comes next, haphazardly stepping in attempt to keep pace with momentum until the soles of his polished shoes only slip against ash strewn deck as inertia pushes him back upon release again. There's an indignant huff upon landing, a hand sort of up and splayed in some gesture of staying his own patience. ]
A most liberal interpretation of glorious, if I ever heard one.
[ He gets up, and clouds of ash lift off his coat as he irritatedly wipes it off. ]
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She falls mercifully silent when it suddenly becomes unnaturally dark, only a gasp punctuating the moment as she stands with wide, wild eyes, as if waiting for some further confirmation to prove her theory.]
If anyone can free us from this place, it's him.
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