You'll note I said to ENCLOSE the phylactery in a stone, not make it form any random one - that's good point about the corrosiveness and leack of rescources at the bottom of the ocean, though, various more or less feebleminded sea-creatures aside - octopi and dolphins should be plenty intelligent enough to possess, I would think. Even so, I'd stick that puppy in a lump of ordinary rock, pop it in a case with a suitable label with a bunch of other ordinary chunks of rock, and make sure to be reasonably public in a habit of amateur geology so it's not suspiscious. An additional benefit is that rocks tend to be fairly durable, so if the unthinkable occurs and by some ridiculous trick my enemies manage to kill me and destroy my Dread Fortess, the phylactery is mor elikely to remain unharmed. Still and all, a nice reef in an octopus breeding ground seems like a better position for recovery than buried under the remains of my Dread Fortress... That is not dead which can forever lie, eh wot?
I will recant just slightly - there is ONE good thing floating around in the puddle of festering dog's vomit that otherwise composes HPB: Dumbledore telling Harry that the prophesy only has as much power as the people who hear it attribute it; so if Voldemort had simply ignored it he'd likely never have been defeated in the same way, and there's none of this business aout harry - or for that matter, Voldishorts himself - being unkillable to any but each other.
- CD has been watching too much British TV the past day or so
ETA: Floo acces had never existed to the fireplace, and the one door was heavily warded - not that anyone would dare disturb the sanctity of his private time. The room was silent save for the gentle sussuration of Nagini's scales against the carpet, and the quiet scrrtch of the Dark Lord's quill, filling otu a survey on one page of his secret vice, Teen Witch Weekly.
"Name: Lord Voldeshorts... Sign: Scorpio... Blood type: Enemy, unwillingly given... Occupation: Dark Lord... Favorite spell & what it does: .... Hmmm." He paused for a moment, tickling one nose slit with the tip of the quill, eyes squinty in contemplation. "Crucipantsu, tortures the victim with the pain of one million wedgies..."SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
A kung-fu nun in a leather thong was no less extreme than anything else he had seen that day. - Rev. Dark's IST: Holy Sea World
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
I will recant just slightly - there is ONE good thing floating around in the puddle of festering dog's vomit that otherwise composes HPB: Dumbledore telling Harry that the prophesy only has as much power as the people who hear it attribute it; so if Voldemort had simply ignored it he'd likely never have been defeated in the same way, and there's none of this business aout harry - or for that matter, Voldishorts himself - being unkillable to any but each other.
- CD has been watching too much British TV the past day or so
ETA: Floo acces had never existed to the fireplace, and the one door was heavily warded - not that anyone would dare disturb the sanctity of his private time. The room was silent save for the gentle sussuration of Nagini's scales against the carpet, and the quiet scrrtch of the Dark Lord's quill, filling otu a survey on one page of his secret vice, Teen Witch Weekly.
"Name: Lord Voldeshorts... Sign: Scorpio... Blood type: Enemy, unwillingly given... Occupation: Dark Lord... Favorite spell & what it does: .... Hmmm." He paused for a moment, tickling one nose slit with the tip of the quill, eyes squinty in contemplation. "Crucipantsu, tortures the victim with the pain of one million wedgies..."SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
A kung-fu nun in a leather thong was no less extreme than anything else he had seen that day. - Rev. Dark's IST: Holy Sea World
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows