Edonil: Me again! I hope I've overcome my writer's block… I have no idea what I'm going to write for this chapter, by the way. I'm sort of hoping it'll write itself…
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To Change
Chapter Forty-Two
"So then if negative two to the fourth power divided by-"
"Hey." Avylonn looked up in astonishment. It was him! Cassius! Talking! To her! Of course, he wasn't the brightest guy on the planet- that had become apparent fairly quickly- but he was fine eye-candy.
"Hello," she squeaked. He smiled at her and walked away.
"Avylonn? You there? Anybody home?" Albin waved a hand experimentally if front of her face.
"No, I'm not home Albin; I'm at school."
"Whatever. So, back to that math problem…"
It was lunch, about a month after Avylonn had arrived. School had become a routine thing, and something that she rather enjoyed, all things considered. Of course, her friends were very few- ok, there was just Albin- but that was ok with her. She now had a boyfriend in Alexandria and a friend who was a boy in Treno. Not bad, really.
"So Albin, if the negative route of…"
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Garland snarled. His minion had lied! The Third Angel wasn't under his control! She couldn't care less about that moronic minion! Really, what was the moron thinking? Lying to his master… Garland would have to see to it that the idiot was taught a lesson. But he couldn't teach him a lesson in the short time he had after school. Unless… Yes, that could work.
The Third Angel would be returned to Garland!
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Avylonn sighed. School had been cancelled on account of a sudden outbreak of the flu, so she was sitting in a chair reading. Every couple hours her father would peer into Avylonn's room, glance around, and leave. Avylonn had gathered he didn't like the place, although she didn't know why…
The room looked awesome in her opinion. Blood red walls and a black ceiling, a black and red checkerboard patterned carpet, all the furniture painted black, red sheets and cover on the bed… Even the window had black velvet curtains with scarlet ties. Avylonn loved the place. It was so… her. And there were lots of books. And in the corner was the small fountain, which emitted a heavily-scented mist. The room was dimly lit, except for where her reading chair was. A pleasant place, really.
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Garland smiled. His lackey was starting to learn the price of failure. Good. Now perhaps the idiot would work harder to get the Third Angel's admiration and devotion. Perfect.
Garland looked at his underling. The man was naked from the waist up, and covered in deep gouges. His face revealed that he was in a lot of pain. And seeing Garland smile, the man began to back away.
Foolish man. Didn't he know that Garland would get his way?
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Kuja was worried about his daughter. Her room stunk, and the lack of light couldn't be good for her eyes. And the colours… So dark and oppressive. Avylonn was nuts. Absolutely stark raving bonkers. But Crims said that Avylonn would 'get over it', and that it was 'just a phase'. Hopefully Crims was right…
If only Crims were here! She hadn't seen that ridiculous little fountain that spat out mist. But Crims had met an old acquaintance, and gone out for lunch. Didn't she realize she could get sick and die? Kuja was so worried… Was she ok?
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"So, Elin-"
"My name is Crims now, Argamemnon. Crims."
"Whateva. I s'pose mother was on somethin' when she named ya."
"I can't argue with you there. So what was it you wanted to say?"
"I's just wond'rin' where ya was whilst I served me time for forgin'."
"I went off, got a job, that sort of thing."
"An' got educated by th' sounds of 't!"
"Yeah, I suppose… I couldn't go on in my line of work uneducated."
"An' what're ya doin'?"
"Assassinating."
"Cool! Tha's a high-payin' job, tha' is."
"I'm aware of that, Argamemnon. So, what have you been up to?"
Argamemnon, Crims's brother smiled. He had run into Crims entirely by accident, and the two were having lunch together.
"Well, I's servin' me time first o'er in Lindblum, workin' on rebuildin' an' th' like. Then I got out, so I came back here, an' foundn out ya'd left. So I started up me work again, with a little pickpocketin' on th' side when times were getting' tough. I met a few girls, dated a bit, the usual. An' ya? Ya got yerself a man yet?" Crims smiled.
"Yeah, I got a boyfriend. His name is Kuja King. You heard of him?" Argamemnon spat out the beer he'd been drinking.
"Kuja? Like the psychopath noble Kuja?"
"Yep, that's the one."
"Bloody heck… Crims, yer stark ravin' bonkers! The man's a nut-case!"
"Don't worry Argamemnon; he's changed."
"Like heck he has! Can't ya leave 'im an' come live with me? I'll be a lot happier."
"I'm afraid not; our daughter might complain."
"Daughter? Oh bloody heck…"
Edonil: Yep, it wrote itself. That would be why it's so random. But apparently I don't need a plot to write… Yay! Lots of words! My total word count is currently 6781, and it's only day six… Yay! I'm happy. Please R&R! And check out my original fiction!