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Post by David B. on Jun 19, 2018 21:07:21 GMT -8
"Shadowman."
It's what everyone called him, anyway. So, she'd rejected him at last....so he turned to the window and would start toward it to leave again.
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Post by Tina Bennet on Jun 19, 2018 21:10:54 GMT -8
She'd consider it for a moment as he turned, not quite willing to let it go.
"What else would you accept to take me to my mom?"
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Post by David B. on Jun 21, 2018 15:23:04 GMT -8
He waved her off.
"Girl....you are very strong willed, and at this point probably believe you can do everything you need to yourself. This devalues my contribution....so I no longer intend to negotiate the issue. Either you'll find a way alone or she'll die."
He started seeping through the window again, giving her a smirk.
"But you've spurned me more than once tonight....so I'll make sure to let them know you're coming. Perhaps they'll kill her sooner."
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Post by Tina Bennet on Jun 21, 2018 15:28:12 GMT -8
Well, he wasn't wrong about that. She had ideas, but no reason to share them with someone who decided to invade her dreams and mess with her stuff because they could. She rocked back on her heels, letting him seep through the window without further questions.
"Maybe next time you'll remember to knock and not steal from your host," she said with a shrug and a wave. "Until next time, Shadowman." She'd add his name to her list in the back of her mind.
Let them know. She wanted them to now she was coming. If they were dumb enough to kill her mother now, then whatever happened after was doom by their own choice.
She waited for him to fully dissipate and disappear from sight before she'd proceed with the next step of her plan, which would be to march bare foot to Davids office and pound rapidly on his door as a knock.
Because she didn't blow up Tina Bennet original art pieces.
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Post by David B. on Jun 21, 2018 15:30:18 GMT -8
A loud snort was heard as David lifted his head from the desk, papers stuck to it. He smacked his lips, blinking blearily as he stood and walked to the door, opening it with papers still drool-plastered to his cheek.
"Tina....the fuck..."
He sounded sad. He was trying to sleep!
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Post by Tina Bennet on Jun 21, 2018 15:32:30 GMT -8
Tina looked up at David - one day she would stop getting a crick in her neck looking up at all the Dragons and other people - with a frown, not commenting ont eh papers or laughing at them like she normally would. The fact it was 3 AM didn't matter.
"I need to talk to the leader of Territory 4."
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Post by David B. on Jun 21, 2018 15:34:50 GMT -8
He sniffed.
"Why?"
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Post by Tina Bennet on Jun 21, 2018 15:35:36 GMT -8
"Family matters." She puffed out her cheeks in irritation. "And 'cuz shit's 'bout to get real."
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Post by David B. on Jun 21, 2018 15:36:37 GMT -8
He nodded.
"Right, let me just contact them, wake them, and tell them you wanted to talk. Because that makes political sense."
He opened the door.
"You're gonna tell me everything, and then I'll consider it."
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Post by Tina Bennet on Jun 21, 2018 15:39:14 GMT -8
Tina made a nosie of frustration and walked uninvited into David's room, spinning on her heel and planting her hands on her hips.
"You tell her it's about Angeline Gunnhild and the fact she's gonna die soon, and she'll wake right up."
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Post by David B. on Jun 21, 2018 15:40:13 GMT -8
"Woah woah....the old Queen? How do you know of her?"
His brow furrowed as he moved to walk around his desk and sit.
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Post by Tina Bennet on Jun 21, 2018 15:41:28 GMT -8
"Will stop wasting time already? I SAID FAMILY MATTERS. Dead. And SOON." Her frustration grew as she stamped her foot, the teenager more animated and her actions sharper than usual.
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Post by David B. on Jun 21, 2018 15:44:25 GMT -8
"I'm sorry Tina, then no I won't contact them."
His furrowed brow watched her.
"You can't demand an audience with a ruler simply because you feel it's warranted. And I can't just order than without knowing why. It can create situations...."
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Post by Tina Bennet on Jun 21, 2018 15:45:48 GMT -8
She inhaled sharply, shut the door, and glared at David with all the fury of a fourteen year old girl. It was also awkward, because this was weird even to her.
"I need to talk to my aunt. Because my mom is about to die. Because YOUR DEFENSES don't keep out unwanted QI SPRITES."
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Post by David B. on Jun 21, 2018 15:47:03 GMT -8
"Our defense net is down for repairs, from yours and mine mission. We didn't advertise that for just such a reason. You say you encountered a Qi sprite? who? and when?"
He seemed to take the news of her parentage well.
Almost too well...
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