Children of the Moon | By : aidoneuskiss Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Not all is what it seems
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Dismounting the Dark Nimbus Cloud, which he'd threatened off of Korin when Goten had inherited the one from Gohan, Trunks stretched his aching body after having to sit for so long. Flying without the little cloud was damn near impossible now that Saiya Tech. had upgraded all the muggle radar, infrared, and satellite technology. Riding the Nimbus under a disillusionment charm was alot more practical than using ki, especially if the ki trails could get mistaken for enemy aircraft exhaust and trigger military mobilizations.
It wasn't as though he were against a third world war, he would make millions off of it, however, he disliked the thought of having to further postpone his takeover of England's magical community if he could help it. Hence, his jet lag. Rotating his shoulders and popping the vertebrae in his neck, Trunks moved to the edge of the rooftop in order to confirm if the landing site was indeed the target destination.
THE LEAKY CAULDRON
"Mission complete." he congratulated the cloud, which bounced about in victory. Trunks allowed it it's moment as he had grown quite fond of the Nimbus, it was the closest thing he had in the way of a familiar, after all. Eventually it calmed and he extended a hand for his luggage, shouldering the moleskin rucksack, he gave it an affectionate pat before sending it on it's way with a promise to give it a shout when in need of future services.
Confirming his disillusionment charm was still in place, Trunks pressed the button on his scouter to wake it from hibernation and begin it's perimeter scans before jumping to the stoop below. His entrance went undetected as he managed to slip in with the exit of a customer and noted offhandedly that the inside of the pub was really no better looking than the outside. Senses on high alert he committed the current occupants signatures to memory while the scouter pinpointed each person's wand, it's composition, those that wore glamours, and any secondary or concealed weaponry anyone had on their person. Knowing the enemy was the first step in winning the war, after all. With a last calculating look at a turbaned individual who bore two ki signatures and sat at the bar, Trunks made his way carefully through the throng and into the connecting alley.
His destination was the wizarding world's sole bank, Gringotts. Though it would be his first time dealing with the English Branch of it, the goblin run establishment, was one that Trunks was very familiar with. As a Psychic, Trunks was able to locate almost anything that bore a "presence". Person, place or thing, if it had a signature he could find it. Because of this, they had contracted him as their unofficial business partner. He would find them hidden caches of wealth, retrieve it, and often locate goblin artifacts "stolen" by wizards and essentially be their "repo-man". In exchange, Saiya Tech. had the best solicitors and security wards which money could NOT buy, as well as a good cut of all his findings and a goblin version of saiyajin armor which Saiya Tech's "field" agents were commissioned. Very good business.
The trip from the pub to the bank, however, was a particularly illuminating, if not solely aggravating, endeavor for the Saiyajin Prince into the English Ministry of Magic's public security measures, or lack thereof. Not one shop that he passed had wards to prevent hostile invasion or to detect malevolent magicks. There were no glamour, illusion, or invisibility detectors. Not even Aurors were present, who should have been strategically placed along the alley way in order to discourage would be thieves and pickpockets.
And they believe they are so superior to the muggles. At least the muggles know enough to have security cameras and rent-a-cops in their shopping areas. How these people have survived for centuries like this must be sheer dumb luck.
Because of these observations, it was with great satisfaction that upon entering Gringotts Bank Trunks felt the goblin's magical securities stripping his person of it's chameleonish nature under his disillusionment charm.
Leave it to the warrior species to know how to do things the right way.
He nodded to the approaching guard, greeting in high Gobbledegook and performing the appropriate gestures of brotherhood, and was soon led into the area designated to the human employees who were often stationed out of the country and would need a place to crash before leaving again on assignment. Though rather Spartan in design, with only a dresser, desk, chair, adjoining bathroom and a bed, it served it's purpose and Trunks was content with the fact that the protections would keep him under Dumbledore's radar that much longer. As omnipresent as he seemed, the old man had no hold in goblin territory.
Dropping his rucksack, his eyes caught on the roll of parchment set upon his pillow. Sealed with red wax and pressed with the signet of the bank, Trunks knew a missive when he saw one. The shrill scream of his scouter, tuned for his ears alone, stilled his outstretched hand, blue eyes widening as the numbers rose impressively. Before they even came to a standstill he was out the door in search of it.
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AN: Kinda short, I know but for some reason whenever I type in text on this sight my work deletes itself halfway through so I'm posting now. It's a good stop point and as I've written this three times already and lost it I'm not taking any more chances. Read, Rate Review. If I can I'll post the rest today if not tomorrow.
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