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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:35 pm
"Information then, eh?" She really didn't know who she was dealing with. He was hoping to discourage her with the first answer. She didn't seem to have any good tidbits to trade other than the ones about herself.
"Alright then, something about myself." Writ straightened up as if this were important, "I did not kill Echo, players out there are saying it, but the Blacksuits did it, that work for you?"
Erase one name from the record and put a new one in it's place.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:13 pm
"...Killed?" She said, honestly looking a little surprised. She had no idea how long the game had been going on, but people were already dying? She figured it wouldn't happen until later. That she wouldn't have to deal with death until then. "Was she a part of the game?" she asked cautiously, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"W-what did she do to make the Blacksuits angry?" She still didn't know much about the Blacksuits. She didn't like not knowing. But who could she really ask?
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:05 pm
Writ smiled, if you give someone a small bit, they're going to want more. Like fish to bait. Celia might not have much information, but she was amusing.
"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there, we're trading, remember? Gimmie."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:21 pm
"Mierda!" She cursed. Because she HAD no other information. None. At all. "Writ, please. I have been holed up in my home taking care of my family and with books for the last year. I don't have any information other than what I've told you about myself." Her tone of voice had completely changed without her even seeming to realize it. Becoming nearly alluring. The ability that she had no idea she had - apparently activated by her desperation to know more about these Blacksuits and this death. "Please."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:41 am
Writ was caught by surprise, there was something different about the girl when she asked him for information again. His eyebrows furrowed. It was his trickster sense against his conscious. He wanted to dangle the information over her head and watch her jump for it, but he also would've felt bad if she was killed by the Blacksuits. She was entitled to a warning, wasn't she?
"Fine fine, I'll tell you about the Blacksuits, but you owe me." Writ sighed, a hint of defeat in his voice.
"Tall guys, black suits, hence the name. They hang around Uppers. They've been killing off people involved with The Game." He paused with a thought, then said, "I'm trying to get some players together to fight back." It was a subtle ad-lib.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:27 pm
Relief flooded the girl, though it was short lived. She knew the basics - they were the bad guys - but she hadn't been told much more than that on their first meeting. At least that she remembered. But when more mention of killing came about, the girl bit her lip. It was one thing to know, intellectually, that it was going to happen - but an entirely different thing to hear it as reality from a long time player. At least she hadn't had to see it.
"H-how many people have died?" She said quietly, suddenly feeling a bit sick to her stomach. Arms curled around it and she looked up at him. Oh, she may have acted more like an adult most of the time - but she was still only ten.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:47 pm
"A couple." Writ said simply, "But from what I heard of them, they mean business."
He didn't want to name names. Each of them had a particularly unpleasant memory connected to them. He wasn't particularly upset with Abbot's death, especially when he found out that Vlad escaped. Echo though, she had nothing to do with anything important in The Game. He figured that the Blacksuits were making a statement. It was up to the other players to respond.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:00 pm
"Seems like it." Zyanya said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "I'd offer to help, but I don't know what I can offer. I'm not powerful, I have no idea what's been going on, and I have a family to take care of." As much as said family was driving her completely insane, she loved them. Sure, she was giving up the fact that she was pretty much a sitting duck - but at the moment she really wasn't feeling all that worried about it.
Then, in Spanish, "What have I gotten myself into?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:22 pm
"Just giving you a heads up." Writ shrugged. He didn't expect her to say yes anyway. Though having someone sneak snakes into the Blacksuit headquarters would've been highly amusing. Maybe when she was a little older. He hoped her god would hurry up and give her some powers already. Having an inert snake wasn't going to stop Blacksuits from their job.
Writ didn't understand Spanish, "Huh?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:14 pm
Yes, because they totally wouldn't notice a strange young girl sneaking into their headquarters. That would be a totally smart move. Really. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Zyanya simply turned her head up to the sky. "Nothing, I was just talking to myself."
Head came back down, brown eyes looking up at the taller boy. "When I'm stronger," she said quietly, "When I'm not so lost about everything, I'll find you again. Hopefully. We'll see what I can do."
Pause.
"I should get going, though, Writ." A small smile, "And fair is fair. My name isn't Celia. It's Zyanya. Have a nice day."
And she started to walk.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:21 pm
Writ grinned as he watched Celi- Zyanya leave. That girl's gonna be trouble when she grows up. He made a mental note to find her, gods had a tendency to freak out and grow their kids as soon as they find out that he was playing The Game. The height difference was rather unnerving towards newer players.
"See ya, don't get caught." Writ waved, and went on his way.
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