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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 6:12 pm
Well, the intent had been to leave as soon as he saw the kid home. But there was one thing about Lucian that was like his mothers. When it came to knowing what was owned, and the like by them and theirs, he had a mind like a steel trap. And he knew Dante owned the place. Or at least partially owned it, if he recalled rightly.
So he waited a few minutes to see if Maer was coming back out again, but once he figured he hadn't, Lucian made his own way in. Maer hadn't locked it, so no actual skills were needed. He was kinda disappointed, and kinda relieved. The kid had looked a little rough, but not bad. So he hoped he was just using the property for squatting, and not doing damage.
But as he stepped inside, he realized that the property had been cleaned up. Was Dante keeping secrets from Fae? Nah, that wasn't possible, Lucian thought, his amythest eyes glimmering. But it really was his duty to check and make sure that his 'dad's property wasn't being used for anything nefarious. Nefarious, that's a good word.
And then a ruckus, and footsteps. He scurried around a corner, and peeked around just in time to see what he thought, and what he knew he felt was Dante, go upstairs. Just what in the name of Gaia was going on here?
He crept towards where he'd seen them go, as quietly as possible, hoping the stairwell had been taken care well enough of not to creak, and cringed at the slightest noise. But he did at least hear the conversation. An assistant!?!?!? Lucian was a little hurt, but refused to let it show as he stepped a little closer and listened in. His mother would be shocked at his manners, but Dante would probably either cuff him on the ear or tell him not to get caught. He wasn't sure since it was Dante he was listening in on.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 5:52 am
Lucian had one lucky break in taking the stairs, being old and unused for so long they squeaked like hamsters on crack. The lucky break however was that for all the noise Lucian made Dante was standing directly behind Maer who was doing a good job generating his own cacophony of sounds and bangs as he shifted pots and pans, so at least for the moment he had completely missed out on Lucian’s presence. Now had it Been Dakota or Devon he would have felt them coming, but Lucian was not of his blood so Dante was not privy to such a parental assistant as proxy knowledge. A pity as if he did Lucian would probably understand the situation better.
“No, not really I’ll eat just about anything with meat in it… well almost anything…” He said and punctuated it with a short quiet laugh remembering the giant desert snake he had dined on in Barthavos. Actually that didn’t sound so bad now that he thought about it… well actually it did, but it could have been worse he supposed.
“Plans, well…” Dante considered how much he should say out loud before he had even begun work on them as he had a tendency to get to involved when someone else was involved. “Well, I finished the majority of the components for the Holy flare while you were away, I just needed the scrolls in order to properly enchant them. That at least gives us some sort of barrier option if nothing else so I’m sure Latent would be interested. The big project I had a was a set of armored suits for the Shield to use as a force multiplier.”
He recalled all the half finished drawings downstairs and put his arms behind his head and leaned back with a yawn cracking his neck in the process. “mostly what I need is someone to manage the property here, I don’t spend much time in Latent to be honest and once this contract is done I don’t know where my travels will take me, my sabbatical time is running short anyhow and my wife will want me home soon-ish. Not like she isn’t off on her own projects but that’s a different story entirely. What about you, what were your plans?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:51 am
So another contract, that relieved Lucian a bit as he leaned in to listen further. He kept having to push his blue hair out of his face to keep it from annoying him, he didn't see how his father could do it. Time and time again, he'd been tempted to join Dante at the barber's, but couldn't quite bring himself to do it, so he was already developing a nice ponytail in back.
Dante needed scrolls to enchant something? Why would he he--? But his own thought process was cut off as Dante continued. He was working on Latent's defense? That got Lucian smiling again; Dante was just doing something to help people out. Everything was fine.
Wait, property manager? He could tell that Dante was thinking about Maer, but was he really old enough. Admittingly, Lucian hadn't gotten that good a look at him, but he couldn't have been that old. What was it with his mother and Dante trusting random people. He knew he was spoiled ...almost rotten by his parents, but really, they trusted so many people, and those they didn't...Gaia help them.
Oh, ******** and Dakota. He'd promised Wu he'd be back tonight to give her a break. Most of the noise in the kitchen had stopped, but he wasn't sure he could escape without those stairs giving him away, and he was pretty certain that either Dante or the kid would feel him magic away. Come on, make some more noise so I can get out of here.
Fae was busy cleaning out her own surprise space, when she glanced up at the clock. Lucian had been gone a while, not quite long enough to really worry her, but enough that she puzzled over it for a moment, and then decided to check in on him. Except she got a surprise. Her husband, in close proximity. She could feel one through the other, and vice versa. Why was Dante in Latent? She couldn't recall an exact point of him telling her that, but they both always had their various projects, so it wasn't a terribly big surprise.
What was a surprise was Lucian's level of tension. He adored Dante, so what was going on to cause that? She had no idea and as such, just sent a little snippet of thought along their 'private' line to Dante. "Are you and Lucian okay, love? You seem fine, but he's tense." Not realizing that they weren't together. They were in such proximity, she simply assumed they were.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 12:38 pm
"To come out of this all in one piece, I'm hopin."
It was ready, and carefully he dished out the rice in a ring, then shoving a good portion of cooked meat into the center of each, ladling gravy over the top. The cooker beeped for the last time, and he yanked open the oven pulling out a couple of large rolls and putting them on a plate.
"I can try and help you with anything you need to do with the property, sure. It's certainly a more secure location then what I'm used to." He shifted into the chair opposite Dante and dug in, dipping pieces of bread into the gravy. He wasn't a messy eater, but he certainly went at it as if this were his first meal after a long time.
Meta's could be like that sometimes, needed to stock up their reserves for the amount of substance the magic took out like a parasite. Maer seemed to be no exception to this rule, body size leaving no indication to how much he could put away if pressed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 6:38 am
Faeriuns contact suddenly interrupted Dantes thoughts as he sat talking with Maer, this caught Dante more then a bit off guard and he was not quite sure how to respond. If she could feel him at this distance, and Lucain was supposedly with him that meant Lucian was close, probably too close, he smirked quietly and weighed his options. He could of course just call out and see if Lucian appeared, or he could quaintly ignore it. The former would of course be more fun but he was not completely socially inept, and poor Maer probably already considered Dante crazy as a loon. A view he didn’t particularly want to reinforce, new employees could be so impressionable. Making a decision he responded to Fae silently.
“Im fine love, I haven’t seen Lucian but if he’s around here he is safe. I’ll check in with you when I finish up this contract.”
Dante glanced around the room to see if he could directly sight any presence of the boy but quickly dropped the search and turned his attention back to Maer who was quite busy eating. He hadn’t quite caught the boy’s full response to his questions but nodded in agreement so as to not make Maer think he was ignoring him. He had caught the last of Maers statements though, and decided to respond to that instead of invite the cloak of awkward dinnertime silence.
“Well I try and keep things secure, of course the weak part is sometimes the human element. We can’t always kill everything that trespasses just to discourage people…” Dante smiled and wondered if Lucain was listening in.” but we can make sure the hinges are strong and the locks secure.”
Dante Yawned and decided to pass on Dinner had spent most of lass night awake, and all of today working at a fairly feverish pace. It was about time he finally listened to his body and got some sleep before he passed out sitting up again.” I thank you for dinner, but I think I’ll pass tonight, Im exhausted and we have a lot of work to do tomorrow, when your done if you could lock the front door for me Id appreciate it. It’s a pleasure to meet you Maer I look forward to working with you.”
And with that Dante stood up and walked past the stairwell not bothering to look down it intentionally and headed for his small bedroom in the back corner of the building. To sleep and perhaps let a bit of tension unravel before it strangled him.
((OOC: I have family in town till tomorrow night, so if you want to do a next day post or so and give Lucian a chance to escape and Maer to wander around the next morning till I can catch up that’s fine with me.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:08 am
Maximos Not by chance? Sure, Fate worked its magic in an intricate weave day in and day out, but here? He hadnt suspected it until the very moment that Omikron mentioned it. A malevolent forgotten being? A sordid and regret filled past as something other than what they were today? In a moment, Maximos suddenly felt a miss for leaving out as much as he had. It seemed, if he read the large eye correctly, that Omikron was honestly interested in what was being said. He met the Shadelords reassurance with a smile. He had made it all sound so simple, so easy. His past had exposed Maximos to the sneaky nuances of conversation. The tones, beneath the tones, between the lines, turning it all into a game, or a quest for truth. To hear conversation put as something so simple, was as refreshing as the tea had been. He just couldnt help but smile. There was something about this Shadelord that he admired, or maybe it was something in his manner the reflected something that Maximos missed or wished for. A simpler time. Not blind to the darkness around him, within him, but not drowned that very conflict either. Its where Maximos wished he could be. Torn between the weight of his past, his own conscience, his own personal murdering monster, and the feeling of hopelessness behind any attempt to redeem himself while said monster exists...Maximos found his footing on this path shaky. The hero he had once been, misplaced. In its place, a man sure in his desire to make this life better, actively employed in an effort to do such, but lost in the idea of how. And why, he was truly motivated? Did Death make life better? Or was he feeding that monster inside with justified murder? Or both? Omikron seemed to have simplicity, where Maximos lost his way in a web of a complexity that likely never needed to exist. Regardless of reasonings, as Omikron phrased his next question, Maximos was prepared-- No. Driven, to answer to his fullest. He felt he owed the other being that. Nothing short of it would suffice. We battled across my world. We battled for it.Maximos confessed, with a simple smile on his face, but a weight on his tone which nearly belied the smile. Over years, over continents, we fought, until finally a cure was found and we made our final stand. But still, Nocturne and I never truly met. Until the very end, puppets, pawns and the possessed carried out his game. But before all that...His eye looked downwards for a moment, he took a deep breath, slowly lifting his moments ago broken arm, and gently attempting to clench a fist, resuming as his fingers curled just slightly inwards, and his arm fell again to his lap. ...in my youth, in my dreams. In here.Using the alternate hand Maximos poked his own forehead. A gesture to the mind. We waged our most costly battled. There was a darkness I harbored, I ignored. And he played and preyed upon it until in a moment of weakness, it broke free and overcame me.I was his "Destroyer". And that is what I did. Thats all I did. Without rest, or mercy, or remorse, or thought, or feeling of any sort save for all encompassing desire to inflict suffering, pain, and death. He paused. Maybe it was to let the weight settle, maybe it was to give Omikron a moment to react, or himself a moment to read Omikron's reaction. Maybe it was to gather his thoughts. But a moment later he spoke. I killed. His sentence stopped. Perhaps the admission was a bit heavier on the way out than he had originally come to expect. Too blunt? He regrouped, coming at it again. I killed, over my tour...countless. But like you Omikron, I broke free. I hid my face, and my name, so that people would allow me and I fought back. I gained allies. And in that last stand, as price for our victory Nocturne cleared the board so to speak. He ripped time and space to send us away, scattering us across the worlds. I landed here, a new battleground of sorts.Maximos smirked, a lighter heart slipping its way over his tone again. I dont think he expected to find a world so very...busy! I dare say if Nocturne wanted to destroy Gaia he would have to wait in line.And that made him chuckle. A sort of dark humor, but just his brand. And as the small laugh faded, he found himself amiss, side stepped from his manners. Sure rambling was one thing, but he had gone off topic, so with a smile he said. I'm sorry. Thats a bit more than what you asked for, isnt it? I digress, yes my friend, we most definitely fought elsewhere. The shadelord was referencing Gaia, the very world they inhabited, "Connected to many others by chains and pathways, both known and unknown. They say the lost find their way here, perhaps why that is why it is so busy. Though it cannot be all chaos, as you... We... Found our way here as well."The shadelord only spoke to that last comment, as he dared not interrupt as Maximos was speaking his tale. It was quite easy to see that the shadow had the shade's undivided attention. Every word was being considered. Every change being reacted too. Every similarity being met with a minor flinch or a solemn nod. Perhaps because the shadelord thought of this as his story as well. Sure Omikron knew what he had done, he felt it heavy on him every day. But there were curtains upon curtains on his memory. He could only remember bits and pieces of his time as the forgotten's conqurer, and most memories came in all to vidid nightmares. "To remember all the detail as you have." The voice rang out with no malice, "It must be heavy on your heart. I can only recall small fragments, and they are frightening for what I did and frustrating as I cannot remember anything of use... But still, you must also remember all good things."The admired simplicity of Omikron had its downfalls as well. What was applied to one was applied to all. He could not remember who he was before a shade, it was very much like he was this grown shade for his entire lifetime. Whenever he thought on it he felt as he should have some idea, some little clue. Something that could tell him that he was not always made to destroy. But even the faintest thought never came. So he did not think on it much. "With every word, Maximos, it seems we have more and more in common. Our strives for redemption are only matched by the constant threat of falling. No... That will not do." The great armoured figure seemed to be upset at something he himself said, "That is not the way to look at things."He looked around the room absently as he thought. Trying to conjure a thought that was contrary to his fear of relapse. That would help him readapt to this society. That, as Owle, Leonard and the others wished for him, would let other's see that he was more than an engine of destruction. "Perhaps Maximos, we should acknowledge what we both have confessed..." And then his eye opened and brightened as he realized something. He forced his inflection a few points above hollow drone to express this, "Perhaps even we may watch for this fearsome potential in each other. Keep an eye on as I have heard said. Perhaps this could be a base for a... Friendship..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 10:21 am
Lord Shinathelendros Shin's cloak was a heavy weight dragging at his shoulders. His sword slung across his back, he walked stiffly from the stadium putting weariness from his mind and heading into Latent. He walked, didn't run. Elves don't rush matters, Shin was usually an exception to his race. At times, downright impatient especially where a certain redhead was concerned. But this was one matter that wouldn't be solved with haphazard preparation. Besides, he couldn't have run even if he wanted to. Erecting the light shield against Alpha's explosion had good and drained him. He'd be sluggish for a couple days at least. Coldly he told himself he could afford that time to heal, that rushing would do more damage than not.
'They've already got what they came for... there's nothing more to do here. They won't kill her... not yet.'His slanted, almond shaped eyes flicked to the gate guard as he entered Latent. The guards watched him but didn't say anything. He felt their eyes burning into his back but he couldn't blame them. At 6ft 2'' he was an imposing figure. Others more so, but Shin knew how to make the most of his presence. Add to that that most humanborn resented or disliked Elves and he wasn't surprised at all that he was met with unfriendly stares. His thigh length black hair that was tied back in a thong of leather was slowly coming undone, wisps slipping free and blowing about his face. The sea air was a cool kiss upon his tired face. As he got deeper into the city, he drew his hood up over his head, trying to muffle the noise of the crowded streets. Elves, as a rule, hated cities or large towns. In places like these, silence and peace were but a distant thought. Already he could feel a headache forming behind his eyes. Or maybe that was just exhaustion? It didn't matter. He headed through the city toward the residential commons. It was as he was nearing a grove that he thought he caught sight of the very man he was headed to see--- Being led by a human giant. He forced his legs to quicken as much as they could and walked briskly towards the two weary warriors, catching bits and pieces of their conversation, or what he could filter out from the din of the multitude around them.
"Vahn."He said once he was finally within a normal speaking distance. He didn't particularly want to draw attention to them by shouting. To be honest he wasn't sure what kind of a reaction he'd get. The elf and the Scion weren't exactly best friends at the best of times. The last time they had spoken-- it had been, strained. His eyes flicked to the man with him as well and ventured a guess as to his identity.
"And you must be Athan?"Designated Hero Athan had never expected an answer from the Murmillion. In truth, he was answering a question he had been asking himself the majority of their trip. He was glad that he had an excuse to answer it, but he wouldn't let Vahn know that. The directions Athan had been given were almost useless. The big man had never traveled through or in Latent, so his knowledge of the city was extremely limited to the immediate area. Even if he were asked to backtrack he'd have a hard time. A strange voice put Athan on edge the moment he heard Vahn's voice uttered. His head shot up, eyes scanned the throng of people, searching for a body approaching them. He was met with an equally unfamiliar face, and Athan's right hand shifted from Vahn's forearm to the hilt of the sword on his back. "Who are you?" Quick and to the point, Athan wasn't going to let this meeting get very far until he could be comfortable speaking to the elf. The man knowing Vahn wasn't much of a stretch, but Athan's own name was a warning sign. Sure, he had just competed on a national stage for one of Gaia's most televised tournaments, but these were dangerous times. And for the first time in his life, Athan was erring on the side of caution. "It's alright--- he's...a friend." Vahn tightened his hold on Athan's arm, knowing the bigger man more or less probably reached for his weapon. The Murmillion didn't need full sight to recognize Shin. It was hard not to, since the Elf in particular seemed to carry an eternal dislike for Vahn, and Vahn himself on more than one occasion had wanted to outright kill the man for personal reasons. But none of that really mattered now. It really didn't. "She's gone... I'm going to track them both down and end this for good." Even in the ragged state he was, he was still willing to bet it all on the line. He had already lagged and let the distance grow between himself and his goal for far too long now. "I need supplies and transportation to Strata as soon as possible." He wasted no time.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 6:11 am
Shin's emerald eyes flicked to the big man's hand on the hilt of Vahn's sword. His eyes remained cool and held no spark of battlefire. He held his hands up slightly the universal sign of 'I'm not a threat' as he continued forward cautiously.
His eyes met Athan's and held, answering the challenge evenly.
"Lord Shin'a'thel'en'dros, of GUARDIAN.
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... Shin."
He added the last as an afterthought, showing some small consideration that not everyone could remember the complicated elven names, and if they could... that it was a rare human that didn't massacre the pronunciation.
He turned his attention to Vahn, while keeping an awareness of Athan. Nobody from GUARDIAN had met the giant face to face, although many had watched him. But he was under Vahn's service not theirs and while Vahn was a member of their order, those he had contracted were not.
"She's gone..."
"I know."
To the elf's credit, there was no accusation in his voice. He knew, that they all held equal responsibility in this loss. And as much as he disliked the Scion, he could not lay the fault at his feet, and would not.
"I need to talk to you... both of you, but not-- here."
The implication that this was far too open for such a sensitive subject was obvious.
"As for your request, provisions are being acquired. The usual place is fine I assume?"
He was anxious to get to the Kyonuske residence at the grove. The elf was unsettled in the midst of the city bustle.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:07 am
Athan's hand would relinquish its grip on the sword when Vahn identified the elf as a friend, but the big man didn't look to relax one bit as his arm dropped back to his side.
The elf identified himself, and after a long, quite possibly awkward silence, Athan decided to respond. Surely it couldn't hurt to put some trust in the man responsible for their transportation.
"Athan."
He figured a first name basis would do just fine.
Aside from Vahn, this was really Athan's first encounter with a card-carrying member of GUARDIAN. He had no real experience with the organization, and all of his knowledge was second-hand information he had picked up from Vahn during one of Fracture's "team meetings".
He was still as of yet unsure concerning the organization's goals, but as long as they weren't meddling in Athan's affairs, he really couldn't have cared much less.
As for adding anything to the conversation, Athan decided it best to just follow along at this point. He couldn't make a train arrive any faster, and he was probably by far the most clueless of the three concerning their current situation.
"Well then let's get going."
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:52 am
((Safe to say, we can fast forward to having all three of them inside of the Kyonuske Residence over by the Grove.))
Having had the chance to somewhat properly recuperate and clean themselves up, both Athan and Vahn would find themselves within what could pass for a 'home' for the Murmillion.
Of course, as Vahn has suspected, no one else was home at the moment.
So, the three of them pretty much had all the privacy they wanted.
Vahn himself was leaned up against the wall of the foyer, waiting for Athan to come back-- since Shin hadn't exactly needed to get anything or do anything but speak with Vahn.
The silence was a bit uncomfortable, but with his eyesight still missing, and the sting of another failure had done much to dull the usually sharp tongue of the man.
He was at a loss for words, with no other thoughts burning in his head than those of how best to get to Victor and quickly...time was running out, if Alpha's words were to be trusted.
All that Vahn and the rest of them had succeeded in doing was helping to practically give the final key Victor needed right into his lap.
If I had probably listened to Rage and Kael...this wouldn't have happened... but then again... I didn't expect..Alpha..to...
He folded his arms tightly against his chest.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 4:53 pm
Nedy straightened her skirts as she stood and waited for Dante in Latent, a place she was not all that familiar with. Due to this unfamiliarity she was a little worried that she had misunderstood where they were supposed to meet so she looked about a little anxiously while trying to look calm and in control of the situation. It was like burnt into her brain; if you show that you are insecure they will be over you in a moment, pulling you apart and devouring you like hyenas over roadkill.
And that was kind of a disturbing image.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:17 pm
Dante had come to the merchants area in Latents inner city to meet Nedyfay Norrel after many years of absence, He still had trouble remembering with her, but that was just how it was. Darkchild was Wistos name and she had every right to give it back when they divorced. When he finally saw her he couldn’t help but notice how much she stood out in a place like this, she was doing her darndest to hide her insecurity but it would have been obvious to anyone who had known Nedy more than a month. He considered standing there and watching her for a bit longer out of curiosity, it had been so long since he had seen her last; it was almost refreshing to see her again.
He Adjusted his brown suede jack to better cover the new holster and revolver at the small of his back, and pulled down on the bottom of the open jacket down to keep them from riding up over the holster as he walked. The new Holster chaffed a bit being that the leather had not quite been properly worn in, and the tight gray t-shirt he wore under the jacket wasn’t exactly much protection from the movement of the revolvers stiff top seam. Satisfied his gun wasn’t showing and he didn’t look like a hobo wearing an expensive jacket he adjusted his hat to better block the sun and approached the woman from the other side of the courtyard.
“ I hope I haven’t kept you waiting to long…” Dante said as he neared the woman from her right side and smiled warmly. “Its so hard to get through the foot traffic in the inner town, I’m surprised I’m not much later.”
Dante reached out and hugged her lightly in greeting before stepping back and looking around the intersection they had met at. “I know a good little bistro not far from here if your interested.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:26 pm
He had been downwind from her and because of all the city smells she could not have been able to pick his scent up anyway, so when she heard his voice her ears pricked up and the petite woman, who was about the same size as Dante's wife Fae, turned around just a little too fast, betraying her discomfort with the location. When she saw him, though, Dante was well and properly tacklehugged; Nedy actually seemed to pounce the man, hugging him tightly for a long time before finally letting go.
"You are worth waiting for," she said and beamed, apparently very happy to see her old friend again. "I wasn't sure I'd got the right place, but you seem to give good directions that even I can follow."
At his bistro-suggestion Nedy answered the affirmative; she was not very hungry but there were always little snack-y things that one could nibble on while catching up on years of news.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:36 pm
Though her hug did catch him a bit of guard he was glad he was at least standing still at the time so he didn’t fall onto his revolver, a fairly painful and not nice way to treat a new gun. He kissed her cheek when she let go and pointed down the street towards the bistro, and let her lead slightly with him close behind to show where to go. It was an old habit, ot long protection other people professionally to walk ahead of them and lose site of the very person you were supposed to keep an eye on.
“Were fairly lucky’ he started to say as they walked along. “Much later in the day and the brunch lunch crowd would bury us in tourists.”
Coming to another corner he directed her to the left and a small Parisian bistro met them less than a few feet from the corner itself, black ironwork tables sitting on the sidewalk just in front of the bistros front door. Walking to a center table he pulled out a chair and offered it to her to sit.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:45 pm
Out of old, old habit Nedyfay scanned the crowd, clocked the ones that may be trouble and the ones that might be possible sources of protection, found an escape route, and committed this to memory. She knew that Dante, unless he had changed dramatically over the years they had not seen one another, was carrying some kind of weapon of the variety that scared her; firearms.
"Thank you," she said politely when he offered her to sit, accepting the offer at the same time. When they were both seated and comfortable, she leant forward a little and looked at him, excited to see him again.
"I haven't seen you since your wedding; where have you been hiding?"
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