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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 11:24:15 GMT -5
"No, just thinking about...some things."
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 11:27:21 GMT -5
Becca smiled, but froze as she looked over her shoulder. Tom stood there, grinning. Becca didnt like that grin.
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 11:29:38 GMT -5
<Ah! two Bean's!> Sarah looked up at him and her smile faded. It was him, Tom. She shuddered slightly and reached behind her for Becca's hand.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 11:30:38 GMT -5
|And, inexplicably (though not really), Jesse just barely flinched away, huddling himself against Sarah like she was the last thing between him and certain death. He was muttering to himself, "..can't do it, just can't..." It seemed to be one of his bad habits.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 11:31:21 GMT -5
Becca took it, shaking from her last encounter... caith was no where around, that was good, but jesse... "Um... Mister brightstone... you might want to leave..." ~he doesnt belong in this battle, and its clear tom's up to something.~
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 11:33:20 GMT -5
|...No. He was owed. He had succeeded in befriending them, both of them, but he had never been told what to do with that friendship. He stood, taking off his glasses and setting them on the table, marching straight up to Tom and staring at him. "I am owed, Mr. Riddle," he murmured. "I wish to collect."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 11:34:30 GMT -5
Becca blinks. "s-sarah, i dont like this.... at all..."
Tom sighs. "no, im not quite done with you yet."
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 11:37:16 GMT -5
Sarah squeezed her sister's hand. "Jesse..." she murmured.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 11:37:52 GMT -5
|He shrugged his shoulder. "You did not specify. You said that once I befriended her, I would be owed a kiss. By you. She trusts me, and thus you are in debt. You called me a businessman, Mr. Riddle. I am nothing but." His smile was...predatory, slightly frightening, his eyes almost seeming to glow. "You may negotiate another request, for another price. Nothing so simple as this first one, I assure you, but still, something minor."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 11:39:48 GMT -5
becca clung to Sarah... "Oh, god..."
Tom laughed. "As if you could make me? Tell me, do you really concider them your frineds?"
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 11:40:06 GMT -5
"Jesse, what's going on?"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 11:44:41 GMT -5
|He shrugged a shoulder. "I am touch-starved. Any kind creature is a potential friend. But I am also an opportunist. I know which side is winning." The smile remained. "Regardless, I will collect. I have often been told by your supporters, my Lord," Amazing, how much spite and smirking malice could be put into two words. "..that if I had more ambition, I would be one of the most knowledgeable Dark Wizards in America. Despite my youth, I am not a man you want on the other side." He jerked his head at the two girls sitting behind them.|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 11:46:40 GMT -5
"Jesse, no..." She almost cried. She thought she'd had a friend. How had this happened.
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 11:47:01 GMT -5
Tom rolled his eyes. "fine... you shall collect, but, i want another agreement out of you."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 11:52:18 GMT -5
|He looked back at Sarah...and it was like words between them, hovering just out of hearing. Legilimency, perhaps? Or was it just a trick of the air? 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, Ms. Ryans. Trust me.' And then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the Dark Lord's. The same as before, cool, soft, moving like a whisper in autumn leaves. He was slightly breathless, when he pulled back. "We will speak later, in a more private place," he whispered.|
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