A Time for Violence (Order Members Only)

Richard walked into the meeting room of their now hidden headquarters, the fidelius charm having been cast by him with a secret keeper that no one would suspect, even the members that were to be meeting here tonight had been given the secret of a piece of paper that he'd then burnt to ash after he'd shown them. This was to ensure that no one would ever even begin to know how to destroy the fidelius charm on this meeting place.

Sitting down at the head of the table, he frowned a little in thought as he looked over the documents he had in his hands. Charmed to look like nothing but blank pages to anyone not related to him by blood, Richard had decided that the organization was ready to take it's baby steps. It was now clear to him that all of the muggles knew of their existance. That was a given considering how the mass media were pushing the subject. But equally clear was that some of the muggles had formed an organization completely opposite to this one. It was clear that they had opposition that was quickly becoming organized itself. Of course it was secret, just like his own order, but some of the attacks on magicals had the marks of professional work. And with the entire non-magical country being told repeatedly to hate them, it would be foolish to think that there'd be no one willing to make an anti-magical group.

But he had plans of his own, to strike back, and he'd tell his order once they'd assembled.

Briony walked swiftly into the meeting room she didn't know what was going to happen in this meeting but she knew that it would be very interesting to see just who was going to turn up and how her husbands organisations skills were going to match up.

After all he didn't organise that much at home.

Tilting her head to one side she walked up to him with a smile and sat down next to him, not wanting to be too loving just in case there were other members coming, he needed to look professional when it came to being the leader.

Mad walked into headquarters, robes swishing quietly as she walked. It was about time there was another Order meeting, in her opinion. There was no such thing as too much preparation. The woman was not surprised to find she was only the third one there - she tried to be early whenever she could.

"Evening," she said, inclining her head in acknowledgment of the other two. Taking a seat, she waited calmly for the other members to arrive.

Augatha apparated outside the ward and walked inside, letting the hood fall on her shoulders.
"Richard, Briony, Mad. Good evening to you all." She greeted and took a seat. It's about time they took some action.

She turned to Mad, "How's the training coming around, Mad?"

"Augatha," Mad returned. Her lips thinned. "Slowly," she answered dryly. "I have not been able to get into the training I had hoped, as yet. The training rooms, however, are ready for use. The matter of when they will actually be put to use is another matter entirely. Fortunately, those who would be most in need of such tutelage have mentors, already."

Asric apparated with a loud crack straight into the meeting room with both his apprentices by his side. He was willing to give the muggles a chance and make peace but he knew now that that was never going to happen. They were too narrow minded to understand. Once he'd taken the room and its people in he marched over to the table to take one of the space seats.

"There muggles have crossed the line. Its time they learnt that we aren't to be messed with." He said loosening his tie a little as he sat back in his seat.

Damian's gaze swept dully over the room Asric had apparated them to. An Order Meeting, his master had said it would be. The boy couldn't bring himself to care one way or another.

Moving numbly, he took a seat next to Asric, where he sat and stared lifelessly down at his hands.

Seth had heard what had happened to Damian and his sister and was still shocked. It was horrible that Theo had been killed and to know it was his brothers sister; well it only solidified his hatred against muggles. Damian was like his brother and thus he mourned as Damian did even if it wasn't as sufficient.

He was still in shock when they apparated to the meeting for this group that Master was part of. He watched Damian with sadness. He was so cheery but today he like a stone. Sighing he took his seat on the other side of Ric and sat their quietly.

It was like life had not only dealt Damian a hellish blow but Asric as well and it only made Seth feel horrible.

Karma walked into the meeting room, her eyes sweeping the table. She was the first student here without a mentor. She deemed that early enough for her. She pulled out a chair so far down along the table, eyeing the ceiling suspiciously before crossing her arms and frowning deeply. She wondered if Cobalt was here, or if he was just invisable and intangible again. She searched the table again. There were two Hufflepuffs that she was almost certain she knew, but this was neither the time or the place. Her hand went to the hilt of the dagger at her back, relieved it was there again.

She was never going into anything unarmed again.

Richard looked out over the table. Some of the members weren't here yet but he was unwilling to wait for them any longer. Standing up in his chair, he gestured for everyone else to remain seated as he moved behind his chair,

"Hello again my friends." he greeted them quietly, his voice only showing a trace of warmth, "We are beset by enemies and it is time to take action my friends. The muggles in this country out number us. Conservative estimates are twenty to one. Including magical children past the age of one. This, of course, is not good. The number of combat ready muggles is vastly superior to our numbers. Of course, person for person we are stronger. But we must never underestimate the power of numbers."

He moved over to the wall furthest from the table, looking at it as he thought. Reaching up, he tapped the wall with his wand. Nothing happened and Richard moved to stand behind his chair again,

"We will strike before they can. We will attack their combat ready men, women and resources." He looked over the table, "We will strike hard and we will strike fast. Now... they have an average response rate of 3.7 minutes to an attack deemed to be terrorist in nature. Also, they have been able to fashion machines that produce anti-transportation wards. So here's what we're going to do... we're going to attack more than one place at a time. We're going to split up into small, three man, groups and cause as much damage to multiple targets as possible."

Parts of the wall crumbled away to reveal writing.

Team 1. Team 2. Team 3. Team 4.
Richard Romain Asric Chaos Madisen Lewis Briony Romain

He turned to the people at the table,

"These are the team leaders. All other members will be attached to one of these teams." he glanced around the room, "Student members will be accepted on this missions. You must agree to join a team but that is the only measure taken. You're old enough to make your own decisions. Please decide now which team you would like to be assigned to. Once the teams are finalised I will tell you your target."

Karma looked at Professor Romain, contemplating. They were all very good team leaders. She was stuck between Professor Lewis and the female Professor Romain. mentally weighing the pros and cons before she nodded.

"Team Three Please." She said, leaning back in her chair. She smiled faintly at Professor Lewis, glancing back up at the rafters before returning her eyes to the table. Was her mentor even here? She wouldn't put it past him to be there but intangible and invisable at the same time. Her eyes swept the room again, a slight frown marring her features.

Skipping quickly into the room, Anna came into the meeting. She knew she was late, but she didn't care. A Muggle court hearing is her reason. Her parents, oddly enough, are getting back together, which she found very suspicious, but now was not the time to think of such things. The twelve-year-old knew that much.

"Sorry for my tardiness," piped up the young brunette. "My friend from the last meeting? She will not be here. She has passed on."

Anna showed no signs of weakness when she said it, though she cursed herself in Dzongkha about the lake accident. Not like she cared anymore.

"May I be in Team Three as well? I heard some parts of the meeting from the corridor," Anna calmly replied. Well, it was an easy choice for her: Mister Romain was out the question, Mrs. Romain scared the living hell out of her for some reason, and she didn't want to be anywhere near the Headmaster, so that left one choice.

Briony nodded as she found out that she was one of the team leaders, she wasn't surprised at this and she had a plan already in motion for what her and her team were going to do, taking into account individual skills they may have.

Waiting for someone to work up the nerve to go on her team Briony folded her arms across her lap and she smirked at her husband, the students appeared to like Mad and that she had no problem with.

At least she was still the scariest professor around.

Augatha tilted her head when Asric arrived with his two apprentices. One was looking quiet upset.
"Well, I'm open to work with anyone among you. So it's upto you, which group do you think I'll be most useful in?"
She couldn't be seen as an Order menber in front of public, muggle or wizard. So either it has to be a silent assasination, or an inside ministry job.

Archer slipped into the back of the room, secretly glad that she had missed the opening speech. They really got on her nerves. She nodded at Richard, who she assumed to be the leader of the group.

She tilted her head at a slight angle as she watched the meeting silently. They were obviously sorting out a team system. Archer waited until she was put into a group. It didn't matter to her what team she was in, all of the group members looked like they could kick ass- even Mad.

Damian listened as Master Romain spoke, more by default than through any effort on his part. As the man explained what they were going to do, the boy showed the first sign of life that he had since his birthday - since the day his beloved sister had been killed.

He looked up, blue eyes chips of ice. They going to make the muggles pay. A cruel smirk that had no place on a twelve-year-old's face pulled at his lips. Vengeance.

Damian was going to stick with Master Chaos unless instructed otherwise, of course, and it would be no surprise if Seth did the same. Regardless, the muggles were going to be taught a lesson, and Damian was going to help.

Curious, Mad mused when yet a second student requested to be on her team. Miss Black, of course, was a competent girl, intelligent and capable. Mad had always felt almost fond of the young Slytherin. Miss Tshering, though bright, was less experienced. That, of course, was through no fault of the girl, herself. She would learn.

Still, Mad couldn't help but wonder if it weren't that she seemed the least intimidating of the options that led the young Ravenclaw to request being placed with her. Mad smirked. What an amusing thought.

Whatever the reason, Mad decided that if enough members arrived for all the teams, she would request that another adult be placed on her own, simply because she believed caution was seldom amiss.

Richard looked out over the people assembled in the room and gestured dismissively at the door,

"I'll call you back in your teams to give you your individual briefings. That way no one from another group will be able to tell anyone about another group's objective if captured." he paused, "I'll meet team one first. Everyone else, mill around outside for a bit."

(OOC: There will be separate threads for each of the groups.)