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Post by Riven on Jun 23, 2006 21:17:52 GMT -5
"Right," Riven replied skeptically. "Look, I'm sorry if you find it offensive, but I just can't believe that you've suddenly turned around and decided that you actually wanted to help the 'weaklings' - that being the fairies and the specialists. You aren't the witch of darkness for nothing - so I'm calling you out. What kind of scheme do you have up your sleeve this time, Darcy? You played me for a fool once, but I'm not going to let you do it again. Not after what almost happened to my friends when I let myself think that you were just 'misunderstood'."
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 24, 2006 8:59:45 GMT -5
: "No scheme, no plot." She glanced away. "I'm trying to be a better person. Seriously."
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Post by Riven on Jun 25, 2006 21:35:36 GMT -5
His tone suddenly becoming sardonic, Riven drawled, "And when did this revelation come about? As you were picking pretty little flowers in a field?" With a scornful snort, Riven shook his head, "I don't buy it, Darcy. You're still the manipulative witch that you always were. Props to you, though - for a moment you really had me going. Unfortunately for you, you pushed it a smidgen too far with your 'I want to be a better person' act. What's next? You're going to tell me that you want to compete in the Miss Magix competition? Get real."
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 25, 2006 21:38:25 GMT -5
: Darcy's eyes narrowed in anger. "Fine, believe what you want, but know this. I'm going to get in serious trouble for even telling you what I did." She stood up. "Darkar wants the seer and he's going to offer her whatever she wants to get her back. That includes making it possible for her to have children. Yes, Riven, he knows about that."
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Post by Riven on Jun 25, 2006 21:46:37 GMT -5
At the mention of Christine's condition, Riven jerked to his feet as he slammed his hands down on the table. Bringing his face close to Darcy's, he bit out, barely able to contain his rage, "You tell that son of a bitch Darkar to stay away from her. If he so much as looks at her, let alone tries to hurt her, he's going to be facing something he's never had to deal with before. And it isn't going to be pretty and sweet like you've seemed to become. Got it?"
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 25, 2006 21:50:33 GMT -5
: "Yeah, I got it," Darcy said. She paused a moment and tilted her head. "May I ask a question? When'd you start playing big brother? I thought you didn't like her?"
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Post by Riven on Jun 25, 2006 22:01:57 GMT -5
Shaking his head, Riven sunk back down into his seat as he replied vaguely, "There's a lot you don't know about me, Darcy."
But he wanted her to know. He wanted her to know everything about him. It was the strangest feeling - wanting to be close to another person, that is. Absently, Riven wondered if what he was feeling was something like what Sky felt for Christine -
At this thought, Riven snapped to attention. He wasn't - no. It wasn't possible. Darcy was a witch. And besides that, he was over her. No, Riven quickly corrected - he had never felt anything for her. Whatever he thought he had felt had been a result of Darcy's use of magic to control him. Nothing more.
Besides, he had Musa. Musa, who he hadn't spoken to in days. Musa, who he had seemingly fallen into a relationship with out of nowhere. He didn't even remember how they had gotten close. One day she had just been there, or at least that was how it felt sometimes.
Shaking his head, Riven turned his attention back to Darcy; he shouldn't be slipping off into his thoughts right now. Not with her standing there. He had to be on guard, he reminded himself. He had to be in order to watch for clues for her to accidentally reveal her true motives. Because there had to be one. There just had to be.
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 28, 2006 19:54:28 GMT -5
: Darcy stood up slowly. "I have to go. Icy's going to wonder where I am and the last thing I need is her getting pissed at me again." She paused a moment. "And Riven, how do they fly with wings? They.. fe.. look rather awkward.."
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Post by Riven on Jun 28, 2006 20:14:18 GMT -5
At her curious question, Riven raised his brows before he finally answered, "How the hell should I know? Do I look like some expert on flying? Did you forget that I'm a specialist? That means I don't fly. At all. In fact, to me, flying in general - that means both with and without wings - looks awkward."
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 28, 2006 21:01:12 GMT -5
: "Good point," Darcy said with a wry grin. She picked up her glass and sipped it slowly. "So.."
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Post by Riven on Jun 29, 2006 12:02:39 GMT -5
Shrugging, Riven replied sullenly, "So, I thought you were going." Getting to his feet, he added as he took one last drink and emptied his glass, "And so am I. I've had enough of this atmosphere." Gesturing at the people dancing, he finished with a look of disgust, "Too many happy people."
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Post by Random NPC on Jun 30, 2006 20:46:04 GMT -5
: "What's wrong with that?" she asked with an idle shrug. She stood up slowly, finishing her drink. "I guess I'll see you around. Maybe."
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Post by Riven on Jun 30, 2006 21:22:33 GMT -5
"Yeah. Maybe," Riven echoed as he slowly pulled on his jacket and then pulled a bit of money out of the pocket, tossing it on the table as a tip for the waiter. Without another word, he turned and then began to push his way through the crowd, headed straight for the exit.
As he stepped outside into the parking lot, Riven located his bike and then hopped on, not bothering with his helmet for once. Kicking it into gear, he revved the engine and then zoomed off back in the direction of Red Fountain, trying futilely to block out the conversation he had had with Darcy.
It had been too disturbing, too confusing. He wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Was she lying? Setting up a trap to lure him into? Or had she genuinely changed? There was simply no telling with her. He would just have to act on the safe side and alert Saladin to what had happened. If Darkar wanted Christine and Christine was at Red Fountain . . . the whole school would be in danger. A burden he refused to have weighing on his shoulders.
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