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last man standing - Konstantin Fisk - July 9, 2025
6th July, 1895 — Bartonburg
He had received Miss Dempsey's urgent owl at work. That in itself was enough to send him flying into a panic - they weren't exactly pen-pals - but the contents had seen him spend the whole day since tracing the footsteps of one Barney Skeeter. The grave first, then he'd been to the Three Broomsticks and just missed the man. Now after half and hour of scouring Bartonburg he could finally see him up ahead. He looked as though he'd had a long day but any sympathy Konstantin might have felt he had left back at Amelia's grave.
He threw the flowers at Skeeter's feet.
"Stay away," he growled. "You did enough damage to her life, I won't have you sullying her memory."
RE: last man standing - Barnabas Skeeter - July 9, 2025
He'd only had enough time to turn as the angry footsteps approached, then he had a familiar–yet worse for wear–bouquet tossed at his feet. Barnabas blinked in surprise, then looked up to see who the offender was. He recognized him immediately. Fisk. He'd been a year ahead at Hogwarts and a prefect. What he was doing here so angry and with the flowers Barnabas had left at Amelia's grave earlier that day?
"There's been a misunderstanding here, Fisk," He congenially leaned on his cane, as if he weren't bothered with the crushed flowers that had cost him a good chunk of coin, "Miss Evans and I, we were in love once, you know. Almost got married even. I certainly didn't damage anything."
RE: last man standing - Konstantin Fisk - August 3, 2025
The notion that Amelia might have once loved this fool – and indeed, the fact that he had been engaged to her too – was so abhorrent to Kons that he lashed out, kicking the cane from underneath the smug bastard.
Watching him clatter to the ground was almost enough to cheer him up.
“You did nothing but hurt her.”
RE: last man standing - Barnabas Skeeter - August 7, 2025
Before he knew what was happening, he was laying on the cold cobblestones. Sharp pains in his shoulder, hip, and knee told him he'd definitely be bruised. Had Fisk really just done that? Angrily, he grabbed his cane to stand upright, "What the fuck, Fisk? What's your problem?"
RE: last man standing - Konstantin Fisk - September 8, 2025
“You, Skeeter.” He spat emphatically, pushing the man back to the ground, and standing over him with his foot pinning the cane to the ground. He had never been a violent man, not once – outside of duelling, of course – but the instinct was rising like a coiling snake. “I loved her. Far more than you ever did.”
RE: last man standing - Barnabas Skeeter - September 8, 2025
Fisk was a jealous lover of Amelia's? Barnabas would have rolled his eyes if he hadn't been busy trying to recover his pride from beneath the man's shoe. Though he did scoff from his position on the ground. "A bold-faced lie! I loved her more than anything–and at least she loved me back!" He tossed in for good measure.
RE: last man standing - Konstantin Fisk - September 13, 2025
The urge to kick the man where he lay shot through Konstantin like a lightening bolt, but with a colossal effort, he resisted. It would be a cowardly act, even if it was a satisfying one, and he stepped back from Skeeter, holding tight to the railings that lined the streets of Bartonburg to give his hands something to do.
“She may have done once, but she was going to marry me,” he said, a catch in his voice that infuriated him. He refused to show weakness in front of this squirt. “I would have made her happy.”
RE: last man standing - Barnabas Skeeter - September 15, 2025
With his cane free once more, he scrambled to his feet—er, foot and prosthetic. Shoes. Scrambled to stand in his shoes. If Fisk pushed him down one more time, he would regret it! Just in case, he grabbed the railing near him. Fisk couldn't very well kick the railing over if he resorted to violence again. And now the man was about to cry?
Barnabas rolled his eyes in disgust. If what he had said was true (he doubted it; Amelia would never fall for someone as ridiculously pompous as Fisk), then he clearly hadn't gotten any further with her than Barnabas himself had. Sure, she'd rejected many of his proposals, including the last, but that hadn't meant that he wasn't going to still marry her. "What makes you so sure about that?" He challenged haughtily. "Apparently you hadn't made her happy enough before you wed her to keep her from dying."
RE: last man standing - Konstantin Fisk - November 1, 2025
Lashing out sharply Kons’ fist connected with Skeeter’s nose. He had done him a favour by getting off the floor, or else he would have had to stoop to reach the other man. As it was, he barely had to raise his arms above the level of his elbows anyway, but at least the target was nearer.
Was it possible for a man to be this dense? He had never known Skeeter before his emigration but from what he had gathered he was competent enough, if not especially well-liked, but surely a man would have to be stupider than an inbred troll to think that Amelia had died because he had not loved her enough?
With that thought came a sharp jolt of clarity. There really had been nothing he could have done. The behaviour of dragons was beyond the understanding of a mere man, even if he were a wizard who had dedicated his entire life to their study. Nobody and nothing could have saved Amelia.
That thought soothed his mind but did not make him regret hitting Skeeter one iota.
RE: last man standing - Barnabas Skeeter - November 2, 2025
Barnabas Skeeter
There was a bright burst of pain straight through his face as he was punched in the nose for the first time in his life, and he yelped in pain as he crumpled to the cobblestones. His cane clattered to the ground somewhere to his right. He'd landed hard on his rump, and both hands clutched at his bleeding nose. Blood was immediately everywhere, dripping from his chin, down his suit (it would stain!), and to the ground (not that far) beneath him. Barnabas let out a string of curses, followed by an angry accusation: "You broke my nose, you bastard! What is wrong with you?!" And then, because it was truly the only form of retaliation he could think of that wouldn't result in another pummeling, he snapped, "I'll give you three seconds to leave before I report you for assault!"
RE: last man standing - Konstantin Fisk - November 4, 2025
Rolling his eyes Konstantin dismissed the threat easily. Quite apart from the fact that Skeeter would be reporting him to a department where he was a senior member, all it would take is for him to deny it and he would be believed. He did not doubt there were any number of people lining up to take a pop at Skeeter, it was a wondering he only walked with one cane.
But, despite himself, Konstantin would not beat a man who was already on the floor. He had tracked Skeeter down over a matter of honour so it would be a fine thing for him to throw away all his in an instant. Besides which the blood was coming rather quickly now and he did not want to get it on his cuffs. It would make it harder to deny if Skeeter did report him. (Would he? Would he want to admit he had been so easily felled by a paper-pusher from the Ministry?)
“You’re a joke, Skeeter. Go back to whatever rock you crawled from and stay there.”