Well, whaddya know? 10 chapters, 100 reviews. I've surpassed my goal of 50 reviews two times over. I just. . . can't believe it. Rianne's prediction was right. (stares blankly at review count and suddenly hugs her computer) I LOVE YOU ALL!!! (crying)
"There, there, now!" Point says, suddenly appearing at the authoress' side and pats her on the back. "No need to get too emotional!"
Okay. So. . . Seventh Sage asked who Legault was carrying up the stairs. . . (sweatdrop) I'm sorry. . . That was from the last chapter. If you're not sure yet, I'm telling you in this chapter. . . Don't hurt me. . .
And, hey! I know I haven't updated in months. Go ahead and flame me if you like, but please be a gentleman (or lady) and flame properly. If you don't know how, read OFURNK. (shrinks away into some dark corner of a random sand castle)
Also. . . people have been complaining that nothing is happening anymore. (sweatdrop) I'm going to try to make something happen; you don't mind POV switching, do you? This chapter goes through a shocking amount of flashbacks, and please blame me for my lack of creativity. The flash is written in italics, and I know it's annoying to read, but bear with me please. . . please. . . and the point of view will be written. Page's flash is not exactly relevant to the plotline, it just has more examples of the mistress's personality and a little bit of past. So if you don't care, you can skip it. Hell, you can skip ALL the flashbacks if you want, they're not that important. . .
Enough rambling- Characters of Fire Emblem 7- Rekka no Ken belong to Nintendo. OFURNK belongs to Vyctori.
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Chapter Eleven
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The three commanders of Eliwood's Elite took a long look at Rade. They waited, but the thief merely rested his chin against the back of his hands. Hector, who was really not known for patience, finally halted the silence.
"What do you mean, she's the reason? You mean you schemed up this whole baloney because of her? What did she ever do to you?" His heavily armored arms swung as he did this, gesturing to the confused Lyn and the unfazed Rade.
Rade slid a hand over his right eye. "You do not understand. It is not that she has done something to me. . . she did something to. . . a friend of mine." His eyes darted over to Lyn, though his head did not move. ". . . Do you, by any chance, remember the name. . . 'Lord Lundgren'?"
All of a sudden, Lyn's face turned a shade paler than it had been, and Eliwood and Hector looked to her, confusion written all over their expressions. At last, Lyn opened her mouth. "What. . . was my granduncle to you?"
"Granduncle?"
Rade completely ignored Hector's questioning word. "It matters not what he was to me. . . the truth is that he is gone now, and you were the one who took his life." A knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and he spun it with incredible speed. "So now you will pay the price."
Another knife appeared in his other hand, which he spun with equal speed. And, just like that. . . he disappeared from his seat.
"What. . . ?!"
Flashes of the large cloak fluttered past as Rade appeared on Lyn's left. . . a second later, on her right. An 'X' shaped cut opened up on the half-blood's back, but as soon as the pain started to register, it stopped. The cut, and the material for her clothes that had been over the cut, formed back to its normal state, completely healed.
Lyn placed a hand onto her back, eyes wide. That had been frightful, even for someone with as much experience fighting as her.
Rade landed on top of the table in a crouching stance, throwing his cloak aside in a more cape-like fashion, revealing the twin dagger cases strapped around his waist, and the short, short shirt he was wearing, similar to the one that Matthew had recently acquired.
"I am an Etrurian assassin, Rade. And I have been sent by my Mistress to assassinate Lady Lyndis."
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RadeThe woman looked at me. I kept my eyes to the ground, not wanting to look at her face. I knew, I knew- if I looked at her, then something horrible would happen. Not that anybody had ever told me, oh no. But, she did not reveal her fighting class, and what is there not to suspect about that?
I could hear her brushing her hair behind her. Yes, heard, because this woman has an odd tendency to exaggerate many of her movements. Her long, thick, smooth hair, a sleek blue-green-orange color. . . though I did not know why this was possible. Her hair grew in different colors- it would be blue, then become green, then orange, as if her hair were a quilt pattern. As for her clothing. . . I have not seen any other woman wear such clothing. First of all, she wore a shirt made out of an elastic material. Last time I'd seen it, it had said 'Independent,' but this time it read, 'It's cute when you think I'm listening.' I do not understand why she would wear these sayings on her shirt, as this seems rather pointless, but never mind that. Her shirt was rather short, and ended just a little over her waist, showing her belly for all to see. She wore tight, tight pants that seemed to be made out of an uncomfortable material. How she would have fought in those pants, assuming she could fight, I would never know. Draped almost messily over her shoulder, as if she did not want to wear it but felt she had to, was an old, green, tattered cloak, which looked as if its owner had unsuccessfully tried fixing up to appear newer.
"What are you staring at?" The woman asked, though she did not sound angry. In fact, she sound rather delighted that I seemed to have been staring at her. "See something you like, honey?"
"No," I replied truthfully. "You called me in here."
"Oh, yeah!" The woman snapped her fingers. "Of course! I almost forgot!"
Really. Sounds almost like you did forget. But I kept my thoughts to myself.
"There is a lady I would like you to dispose of. I do not know who she is, or what her name is, but I do know one thing- she murdered my dear Lundgren." She stomped her foot, a very unladylike thing to do, and balled her hands into fists. "MY Lundgren! MINE!! She didn't have any right at all to go killing him!"
At this point, I was sneakily looking around the room for possible exits. "Would you like me to research this Lundgren of yours? That appears to be necessary as you do not know the identity of his murderer."
"Yeah, yeah, of course you do," the woman scoffed, as if it had been something obvious. "By the way, have you seen Mint anywhere?"
I stiffened. I had seen him. Just this morning, he. . . well, never mind; the point was that this woman was not to know where Mint was. "No." I must have said that too rudely, because it sounded cruel to my ears, but the woman did not seem to notice.
"Oh, too bad," she sniffed, and appeared to be checking her hair. "Mint, he's so hot."
"Mmm. . . is that all you called me for, mistress?" I was more than happy to leave.
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Lucius had made it to the entrance of the dining room, and had been listening to Rade. That was what the whole thing was about? Capturing as many people as they could, to lure the caring Lady Lyndis into their headquarters where they would catch her off guard and kill her? Well. . . that did sound like a plan, and now that he thought about it, Lucius could fit some of the puzzle pieces he had found together. But a large part of the puzzle was still missing- why did they want Lyn dead anyway? And if they wanted to kill her, well. . . why hadn't they yet? The half-blood was still alive, though rather shocked.
He had been so busy thinking, that the idea caught him off guard, yet it was such an obvious idea that he scolded himself for not thinking of it before. Surely Lord Raven would have come as well? If not for Lucius, then certainly for Priscilla, who was the last blood-relative of the young hero! He reached a hand toward the door handle, but another smaller hand grabbed onto his wrist, stopping him. He turned around, and stared into the eyes of an angry-looking Page.
"What are you doing out here?" She asked coldly, and she would have looked frightening if it weren't for her young appearance and the tray of hot food balanced on her left palm. The apron tied around her mage-like clothing did not help in making her look as terrifying as she should have looked. Lucius held back a giggle.
"I do not recall Rade, nor any of the other idiot men around here, stating that you were to be set free for any reason. Either they've gotten more irresponsible and forgetful that they've even forgotten to tell me about a new plan formation, or. . ." Her head tilted a little down, and the young thief stared up at Lucius through her hair, sending an eerie feeling slithering down the blonde's spine. ". . . Or, you've somehow escaped from the prison. Which means," a cracking sound as she moved her fingers, "I will have the pleasure of killing you."
Lucius gulped, though he knew he shouldn't be afraid. This is, after all, merely a young girl, a mage in training by the looks of the clothes she is wearing. She shouldn't be that fast yet, and her resistance couldn't be that great. . . Lucius whipped out his Aura and chanted a spell, aiming for her head. It was a very well aimed spell, and any other mage would have been hit.
Page hugged the ground when the spell came, the ran up to Lucius and made a small cut on his waist, before jumping in front of the door to prevent Lucius from entering. The food on her hand was still un-spilt. "Excuse me now. I would love to stay and play with you, but I have to go deliver this food to our welcome guests. We won't do with having your friends starve to death, now would we?" She pushed through the doors, sneakily locking them while her hand was still on the handle and near the keyhole.
Lucius stood by the door, and raised a fist to knock on it, but thought better of it. His friends, his lords and his lady, were in there. If they went to try to open the door, they might get killed. So the monk turned away from the door and tried to walk back, but walked into something. "Mmmm?!"
"Lucius!" Before the blonde had time to lift his head for a breath of air, a pair of very strong arms squeezed him around the waist, and he wasn't strong enough to break free.
"I looked everywhere for you, and it seems you were here the whole time. . . how foolish of me. Lucius. . ." The person finally let go, and Lucius gasped for air, though the gasp suddenly turned into a gasp of surprise.
"L- lord Raymond!"
Lucius could almost say that Raven was smiling. But the expression did not last too long, because it was quickly replaced by the stern responsible look again. "How did you get out? They must have held you captive in some way."
"Oh!" The monk did not know what to say. How would Raven react to an enemy's help? "I'll tell you later, okay?"
The response was a grunt, and Raven was completely back to his old self again. Lucius laughed politely.
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Page set the food down on the dining table. "Here, this was all I could carry without help. I'll be back with more." She kept her eyes away from her guests, though she couldn't tell herself why. "I'm sorry I took so long."
The person sitting in the chair closest to her looked up. "Oh, dear! Such a polite waitress you are! I would never have guessed that you were the moody sister of that young boy."
Page looked down, and realized why it would have been a good idea not to look at the guests. Purple eyes, purple hair, shaman uniform. . .
Kind, thoughtful smile. . .
He looked almost nothing like Quill. But, still, the young girl now felt terrible about wanting to hurt these people. She almost broke down into tears then, which was rare for her, but Rade saved her.
"Page. Be polite and serve the rest of the meal."
An order. She could do that.
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Page
"Ahhh!"
I whirled around, and said a word I wasn't supposed to know. "Why, Quill!? Even if I take care of a big portion of the enemies, you still manage to get yourself into trouble!" But despite my complaining, I drove my short knife into the neck of the bandits giving my brother trouble, and I felt proud of myself. I could take care of my brother. See who was the stronger one now.
"No! Not them!" Quill whipped out a Flux tome and clumsily read it out. The spell barely managed to stop another bandit that was about to attack me from behind. "I was talking about the ones behind you!"
Well, I hated looking foolish next to him. I had to say something to make myself feel better. "What are you, retarded? Why are you using that slow Flux tome? You can't even use it very well yet! You're just guessing around! Stop playing and fight how you usually fight!"
He frowned, but put the Flux tome away. "If her majesty commands," he said sarcastically. He pulled out a Thunder tome and marked another bandit that was about to attack me from behind. This time, his victim was very, very, cooked-in-Point's-oven-for-an-hour dead. And then some.
I was looking foolish again. Of course, if I suggested a way to fight better, he would use it. Now I looked even more foolish than before. And, just to make things worse, he held his lit torch up. "That's the last of them. Now take what you can from them and let's find a place to stay."
A short search discovered a total of 2000 gold. Not too bad, for a small fight. We could stay at warm, comfortable inn and buy something warm and fresh to eat.
While we headed to the nearest town, Quill muttered in my ear. "Hypocrite."
"What?" I shot a mild glare. He was unfazed.
"You've spent too much time thieving. I understand that it is necessary to sustain our health, but practicing your Fire tome once in a while won't kill you." He shrugged. "I guess it's okay if you yell at me to practice my neutral magic, but it would be less hypocritical for you if you'd do so yourself." With that, he pulled out his Flux tome and started reading it. Studying. I swear, someday his brain will explode from trying to figure out how to manipulate ancient magic. I heard it was the hardest of the three types to master.
Quill dodged a person passing by, not looking up from his tome even once. Then he dodged through and entire crowd without getting hit. I often envied this ability of his; that bookworm had somehow taught himself to read and steer. I myself bumped into a few people, of course, but I swear it was merely so that I could, er, sample their money. With so many people around, we must have been nearing the next town.
When we found a place that seemed comfortable and affordable, we rented a room for the night and wandered around the town looking for food. Suddenly, I bumped into a woman.
Well, not really a woman, exactly. She looked more like she was around sixteen. She had an old, torn-looking green cloak draped around her frame. For some reason, I found that I could not steal her purse. It was almost as if she had a barrier up. Maybe she did. "Hey there, child. I knew you'd be here somewhere." I disliked being called 'child,' but kept my mouth shut. "I heard much about you."
What? How could she know anything about me? I wasn't famous or wanted or anything like that. Just at that moment, Quill appeared. The slowpoke finally caught up with me. "Page! Don't walk so fast, you'll lose me and. . . who is that?" He sounded disgusted as he looked up at her face. "Ewww, she's wearing too much what-do-you-call-it, makeup. . ."
I raised an eyebrow. 'Ewww'? Quill never said anything as immature as 'ewww.' The books he read saw to that. Something odd was going on. But, I agreed with him, this woman/girl did appear to be abusing her makeup kit. But she didn't seem to think so.
The woman/girl patted Quill on the head. "Wow, look at that hair, and those eyes! You're going to be soo hot when you grow up." She grabbed his thin wrist and dragged him with her as she started walking. "I'm going to recruit you for my small assassination army."
"What? Where do you think you're taking my brother?" I scolded myself later for sounding too concerned. The woman/girl turned around and sneered at me.
"I just said, I'm going to recruit him for my assassination army. Duh." She paused, seeming to think about something hard. "And don't think you get to join. You don't look strong enough."
Oh, so! "Well, either you take me, or you leave my brother! You're not separating us because of your stupid assassination group!" In an instant, I was staring cross-eyed at the point of the lance pointed just millimeters from my nose. Just wonderful- the weapon I was bad against just happened to be the one the woman/girl used.
"Listen, you" – she called me a bad name – "girl, you don't have a choice here. I don't give a shit whether he's your brother or not, okay? I want him for my assassination army, and he will be in it. If you argue, I will dispose of you."
She was very arrogant, I will give you that. My fingers closed around my daggers, and the lance seemed even more noticeable than ever.
Practicing your Fire tome once in a while won't kill you.
If this woman/girl used lances, then I wouldn't have much problem defeating her with magic, right? As fast as I could, and in all modesty, was an impressive speed, I whipped out my Fire tome and chanted from it. Lucky me, I still remembered how to use it. Somewhat. The resulting fire spell scorched her cloak a little, and she looked surprised. But, almost as fast as I had, she withdrew her lance and took out a Nosferatu tome. I couldn't even hear her chant the spell, but I could feel my health drain away. What the heck? How can someone use physical weapons and spells with equal skill? It was impossible!
The woman/girl looked smug, and she didn't notice the dark balls surrounding her until they hit her. She squeaked in pain, but didn't die like she should have. Instead, she turned around and grabbed a startled Quill. "You! Dare you use a Luna tome on me?"
Quill wiggled away. "I'm gonna keep using it until you let my sister come with me, you big meanie! And don't touch me, either!" He added when the woman/girl attempted to snatch him again.
I was confused by his use of the immature word 'meanie,' but didn't dwell on it. I waited for her answer. If she refused, we would attack her and run away. Simple.
A long wait. The sneer returned on her face. "Fine. If you're going to be rough about it like that. You've got a feisty enough a personality, anyway. I can send you to the front line to die."
It sounded unnerving. But we were safe; at least for now.
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He wiped a strand of sweaty purple hair as he ran down a familiar corridor. Great, I'm running in circles now. If I were a prisoner, where would I be hidden? Erk knew that asking himself this wouldn't help him find anything, particularly Serra, any faster, but it made him feel more secure anyway. Things might go a lot faster if I actually searched the rooms. Why hadn't he thought of that sooner?
He entered the first room and turned it inside out. Nothing. The second and third room proved to be the same.
He opened the fourth door and started lifting rugs for trapdoors and opening closet doors. One of them was rather violent upon opening.
"YEEEEEEEEEE!!!! GET AWAY!!!"
Something hit the mage on the head and kicked him in the shins. It scrambled for the door, but Erk managed to grab onto something it was wearing to keep it from running away. It almost choked, and hastily tried to get rid of whatever it was, which gave Erk time to look at whom he had caught.
"Serra!"
"What, you fiend? I swear you have no respect for a lady like me! Choking me like that, rrrgh!" The cleric gave up on trying to untie her scarf, which Erk was holding on to, and used his shocked state as a chance to yank it out of his hands. "Good bye!" She ran out the room and slammed the door.
"Serra! Where are you going? Hey, come back!" So she IS still mad at me. Erk jumped to his feet and opened the door to catch a streak of purple silk disappearing down the hallway. He cursed loudly and made to follow.
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In another part of the castle, a similar scene had played out.
It wasn't as if Jaffar knew how small the space behind the mysterious-looking portrait was. Really. So it wasn't THAT evil to climb in. Really. So why did Nino scream and squeak and all that other stuff girls did when they were scared out of their minds?
"Nino. . . hush!" Jaffar tried to reach her mouth to shut her up, but she was so loud, he could still hear her even after her mouth looked effectively covered. Although, with this bad lighting, he couldn't really tell, but he was pretty sure. . .
He pulled her closer. "Nino," he hissed into her ear, "if you don't stop crying, we'll get caught. And they'll lock you up again."
Nino gave up screaming and squeaking (and whatever else girls did when they were SOoTM) in favor of blinking, more out of pure shock than because of what he had just told her. That was one of the longest sentences she had ever heard him say.
"I couldn't see you," she complained. "There wasn't enough light, and I thought it was an attacker. Or a molester. Or something." Jaffar would have kicked himself, if given the room. He was an assassin, with good eyesight, so if he could barely see in the dark space, then of course Nino wouldn't have been able to see anything! "And you can't blame me for the molester thing, there's barely enough room to play Thumb War in here!"
Slowly, Jaffar crawled out of the portrait hole (did I just say that? ;) and gently lifted Nino out of it after him. When she was safely on the ground, he picked her up and covered her with his cape. ". . . Now to escape. . ."
"Without getting caught?" Nino added questioningly.
Jaffar nodded. ". . . Basically. . ."
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"Do you remember which rooms were the ones that guy told us to use?" Legault asked his armored friend in his usual bored tone. Which, obviously, caused the usual twitch of the eye from Heath.
"Don't you find it likely that the name tags on the doors sort of give it away?" the wyvern rider growled. "I thought thieves had an eye for these things."
"Oh! So you are correct, dearest." He thought about it. "He said we could use his room and. . ." he gestured to the man he was carrying. ". . . this assassin's room, right? So, the assassin said he was called Scourge. . ."
Heath rolled his eyes at Legault for taking up time thinking out loud and walked to the door that said Scourge. "If this was so obvious, why do you suppose he gave us the specific door?" he asked as he opened the door.
"Maybe he assumed we were dimwits." Legault pushed past Heath and walked into the room, dumping Scourge into the cream-colored bed. "Huh, we'll just drop him off here. I won't have to carry him anymore." He stretched out his aching arms as he looked around the room, his eyes landing on the desk first. "Hmm? Look, it's a letter."
Heath picked it up and read over it quickly. "He sounds like he really hated having to kidnap us. This letter is a complaint letter addressed to. . ." his eyes flickered to the top of the letter to remind himself. ". . . to someone addressed to as 'mistress.' What do you suppose this is all about?"
The letter was snatched out of his hands, folded, and tucked neatly in one of Legault's hidden pockets. "We'll ponder it later." Heath squeaked in an embarrassing way as he was dragged from the room. "For now, let's go find that other room."
"Why? We only need one room to hide, don't we?" Heath glanced nervously back at the room they had just left, courteously closing the door as he was dragged out. "Legault?"
"His name was Cylt, right?" Legault ignored all of his companion's speech as he pushed open the door labeled Cylt. "Hmm, it's nice. It's filled with odd objects, sure," a glance at the sword collection pinned in an obviously loving fashion to the wall, "but it will do." The hand not holding onto Heath's wrist found the key hanging on the wall and locked the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" Panic rose as the greenhead realized that he was locked in. Further panic, along with an unconscious blush, followed being put forcefully into the bed. "Legault?"
"Hmm. . ." the Hurricane paused to kick off his boots before he too jumped into the bed. ". . . do you suppose that Cylt person wants to sleep in his bed tonight?"
"Wha- of course he does!" Heath turned redder at the close contact with the thief. "Why do you think he wouldn't?" Though his mind, which was being dragged (kicking and screaming, mind you) back into the gutter, found the conclusion by itself.
"Why, innocent, darling Heath. . ." mentioned person noticed the speaker licking his lips (Why am I noticing this??), ". . . Don't you suppose it would be rather. . . messy. . . by tonight?"
The greenhead pretended not to know, though his heart was pounding faster and faster by the second. "N- no. . ."
A faked offended look. "Why, dearest, I'm devastated! Surely you haven't yet forgotten. . . forgotten what you were going to do. . . back before we were set free from those horrible cells?"
Crap. I do remember. "H- how do you know about that??"
The lips and tongue he had been watching were suddenly a lot closer, as their owner drew himself nearer to the observer. "Hmm, just how 'asleep' did you think I was?"
Crap, crap, crap. I'm DEAD. "Very?" Heath squeaked, as a last try at keeping the (admittingly, incredibly sexy) thief from getting even closer.
"Wrong." Ding! Heath, sold at the cost of nothing, to Legault! Though, Heath grudgingly admitted, the taste isn't that bad. . . perhaps they sell candy of this flavor somewhere. . .
. . . That candy must be very expensive. . .
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Scourge
Seconds after he broke away, I slapped him. He put his hand to his bright red cheek, though he seemed more like he was savoring the pain. "Being slapped by you feels so much better than being slapped by anybody else. . ."
I could feel my blood rushing to my face. "W- warn me when you do these things next time, okay? Y- y- you scared the sins out of me. . ."
"What sins?" He would have said that jokingly, if it weren't for his embarrassed mood.
"It's an expression. But really. . . why didn't you just tell me. . .?" I crossed my arms angrily. "You know perfectly well I despise being taken advantage of."
He stared at his shoes. "They say actions speak louder than words."
"Please, Cylt," I sighed, wiping my mouth. ". . . could we. . . . . . discuss Mistress' current plans, instead of our. . . personal lives?" My face became hot again, and I could see the traces of red on my friend's face as well. "We could discuss that. . . certain topic. . . later, when we're not under orders to ask witnesses about the battle tactics of our targets."
He thought, then skittered hurriedly to the restroom of our inn. "I need a few minutes."
Through the door of the restroom, I could hear mixtures of crying, laughing, and self-scolding. After several minutes, the myrmidon seemed to calm down, and the sounds of sniffs and running water suggested that he was probably washing his face. When he finally came out, his eyes were still pink and slightly swollen, but his expression looked serious again.
"Alright." Cylt had been my source of information on the latest plans since I had joined this assassination army, though I still had no idea why we were doing it all. Possibly this 'Lady Lyndis' Mistress constantly fumed about was a tyrant? Perhaps she killed and stole with no good reason? I had discussed these questions often with Cylt, but he never seemed to know. Though, at one point, he noticed that Mistress had ranted something about Lady Lyndis murdering her own granduncle, so I suppose that was pretty bad.
"Right now, all we know is that the murderer's name is Lady Lyndis, and that she is still alive somewhere." He sniffed again. "So, Mistress sent the two of us out to gather more information about her."
"I thought that was probably why. But why only two of us? Why not everyone else?"
"Mistress is a rather paranoid lady, I suppose," Cylt said in a way that clearly stated he had just as much clue as I did. "Then again, the looks she had been casting Mint lately, I am starting to think differently. . . you have noticed how differently Rade thinks of her lately, have you not?"
I shook my head. I wasn't really very observant when it came to these kind of things. Cylt laced his hands behind his head, leaning back on them. I never figured out why he liked doing that; perhaps I'd ask him later. "Well, it seems that Rade is starting to dislike Mistress. Very much."
This surprised me. Rade, disliking mistress? In the beginning, when this had all began, Rade had been the one most loyal to her. Why would he suddenly dislike her so much. . .? I asked Cylt this out loud, and he laughed at me, calling me silly.
"You haven't noticed how kind Rade is to Mint, even when he's blowing his steam off on the rest of us? You haven't noticed how he sometimes looks at him that odd way, when he thinks nobody is watching? You really haven't noticed these things?" he laughed. . . no, more like giggled. Scary, I didn't think he knew how to giggle. "My, Scourge, you're even less observant than I thought."
I started laughing at myself. Well, how could I help it? Laughter was contagious. Even if, as I later discovered, the source of the laughing fit is forced.
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Okay, that's all there is for now. I will finish the next chapter with what everyone else is doing, and then go back to what the three lords or doing. They ARE kind of important. Hmmm. . . .
And, and, I guess I'll put up a vote thingamabob- which is everyone's favorite couple? The least favorite ones will get together sooner, to get them out of the way. Just so that you all won't be reading about a couple you don't like, or don't really care about, and are waiting for the other one to come out. . . that way, you won't still be reading the rest of the story with a couple you don't like! Right? Anyone who thinks this idea is stupid can say so.
Page raises a hand. "I think it's stupid."
You don't count.
"I still think it's stupid."
Well, go tell someone who cares.
"Fine then, I will." Page goes off somewhere, presumably to go tell someone who cares.
So. . . review? You can all kill me. Yeah. And, by the way, does ANYONE know what happened to Rianne? (sniff sniff cry cry sob) No, really, I'm worried about her. . . what with all the stuff that TFK keeps saying about the hurricanes of Florida, I'm getting VERY worried. . . any news of her would help. A review from her would be better still. I miss you, Rianne! And I miss Riaki! And Miseri! And everyone else who reads!