You're My Protector? I'm Dead Meat (AngelsDemonsCode and Solipsism)
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				Title: <strong>You're My Protector? I'm Dead Meat (AngelsDemonsCode and Solipsism)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 08:14:32</strong>
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				"Lisa, are you okay?" Bertha, the manager of the Starbucks place (http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:OCiOX2R32EkLSM:http://www.wonderbirmingham.co.uk/photos/birmingham/starbucks.jpg&amp;t=1) she worked in, asked her as she pulled aside to a clear place of the busy area. The older, curvaceous woman crossed her arms and tilted her head. "You've been a wreck all day. Spilling coffee, dropping mugs, mixing orders up. Is there something wrong?"<br><br>The young woman shrugged, pulling her hair out of the bun she had it in in order to make it neat again. <em>Oh, you know</em>, she wanted to say sarcastically to the matronly woman. <em>There are these evil vampires out to get me. Why? They hate me because I have magic and blah, blah, blah. Sending me the regulars, you know? Death threats, stalking and dead animals in care packages. Nothing new. How's that guy you're dating?</em><br><br>Lisa then felt bad for being so snippy to the woman. She was only worried for her sake, she had no right in treating Bertha like this in her head.<br><br>"Nothing," she answered as she fixed her green apron. She gave a wide smile in an effort to look cheerfully as if it was everyday she was bumbling about, making screw ups faster than she could take breathes of air at the same time. She was the Employee of the Month nine months in a row.<br><br>"Just a little bit tired from studying, that's all. My tutor can be demanding at times." That was the truth. Starlin made her write a ten page essay on the truths behind the lies of vampire culture last night due today. "And just didn't get a lot of sleep. Over all, I'm doing great."<br><br>Bertha didn't believe her for one second but knew better than to push her. The woman looked up when she heard a commotion at the entrance, frowning. <br><br>"What the..." She squinted her eyes, looking puzzled seconds later at the apparently new sight before her. Since this was New York, it would take a lot to get a raise from the woman who was raised here all her life. "Lisa, stay here. There's some weirdo at the entrance." The woman walked there, saying 'there's no Harry Potter meeting here' and 'get lost' and all that.<br><br>Lisa was about to go to work when she heard the voice, paling. <em>Oh no</em>, she moaned in her head as she rushed to the entrance, <em>anyone but him. Please! I really hope that it's just the vampires ready to commit slaughter in broad day light.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You're My Protector? I'm Dead Meat (AngelsDemonsCode and Solipsism)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solipsism</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 16:06:42</strong>
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				It was strange being thrust into an environment full of people that were so hostile, so impersonal; New York. Were it not for the task given to him by his admired mentor, Zack would have never chosen to be here, swimming against a sea of people, bumping against mindless person after mindless person. The experience would have been humbling for most, being a grain of sand amongst a sea of people, but not for Zack; he was better, and harbored more significance than anyone else around him, he decided. This was nothing more than a frustrating experience he would have to suffer to complete his task, and the people around him, the cause. <br><br>A small curve shaped across his lips as a smile when making out a sign from amidst the crowd. "A white silhouette of a long haired woman in a crown, encased in a green circle. Starbucks," he echoed to himself, from his memory. This was it, he assured himself, the beginning of his task. While Zack certainly didn't like the task, he hated not doing as he said he would more, finding a bit of solace when at least getting started.<br><br>Zack broke through the crowd, shoving through people as he was shoved, until he made it to the meager wooden door, encasing glass, and pushed it open by its gold colored, metal handle. A silent sigh of relief escaped past his lips when free from the crowd in the streets, the familiar symptoms of a headache's beginning fading away. The symptoms immediately resurface when hearing, "there's no Harry Potter meeting here!"<br><br>Zack brought his long fingers to his forehead, kneading it as if trying to physically contain the universe's largest headache. The more the round lady prattled, the more vigorously he rubbed his forehead, fighting the heated comment sitting on the end of his tongue, no different than a loaded gun. If someone knew better, it was more likely to be a spell especially designed for the manager, but he eventually wins the battle as a dramatic sigh leaves him with the following words, "spare me. I'm looking for Lisa - Lisa Tanner. I'm her..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 16:36:34</strong>
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				"FRIEND FROM THE HARRY POTTER CLUB," Lisa said, rushing to where Zack was. Scooting pass Bertha, she flung her arm over Zack's shoulder and hugged him close to her frame. Oh God, why of all these days? Fridays had to be the busiest days for her. "Hey... er... Jeremy! What are you doing here? I told you the meeting was going to take place on Tuesday instead."<br><br>Bertha frowned, narrowing her eyes as she placed her hands on her full hips. "You know this clown Lisa?" Bertha jerked her chin to Zack, frowning. "Because if you're just trying to protect him, you don't need to. I'll call sec-"<br><br>"Don't," Lisa cried out, shaking her head. She may have looked worried for her friend but, in reality, she was worried for the poor security instead. "I'm fine... just let me talk to him, okay?" Bertha looked at her, as if trying to get the truth out of her. "Please? Just a few minutes Bertha."<br><br>The manager sighed and agreed, letting the two in and telling everyone to 'break it up, break it up!' since many people were hanging by the entrance, just watching the scene that happened moments before. Lisa wanted to die, feeling humiliated now. As if having dangerous vampires wanting to kill her wasn't enough.<br><br>Going to the broom closet (http://tocologne.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/p1220559.jpg), she opened it and turned the lights on. She pushed Zack inside and went in herself, closing the door to lock it.<br><br>"What," she hissed, "was that all about Zack? Didn't I tell you to lay low and NOT to come in your robes? Are you trying to get me fired from my job?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You're My Protector? I'm Dead Meat (AngelsDemonsCode and Solipsism)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solipsism</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 21:04:26</strong>
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				Every touch, from the faked friendly hug, to the shoving into the broom closet, pulled a scowl deeper and deeper across his face, revealing his very pronounced dimples. The smell of bleach and dust made him want to gag when stuck in the small, stuffy room, meagerly lit by tiny, rectangular, fogged window. When the door was closed, Zack was quick to reply, jabbing a finger upwards, pausing it just before her nose as he lectured.<br><br>"<em>My</em> job, woman; keeping you <em>alive</em>. It does <em>not</em> involve catering to you in the slightest, by dressing as you ask, acting as you ask, or <em>anything</em> that you ask for that matter." The perfectly manicured forefinger never moves during his harsh, whispered explanation, challenging her personal space. Eventually, he contains himself, resting his hands at his side with a sigh, before continuing. "I do not have the responsibility nor inclination to see that you keep this meaningless job of giving treats - coffee - or whatever it is, to equally meaningless people. I am going to keep you alive. That was my promise made to my mentor, and the promise made to you."<br><br>Zack takes a step back, smoothing his robe over his chest before dusting off his shoulders. His eyes were a bright, crystal blue, even when hailed to the glare of light peeking over his shoulder from the window, and its stare never once left Lisa's gaze the entire conversation. "My robe is a sign of power and status - one I do not wish to hide. Also, who the hell is Harry Potter? Surely you can make better lies than that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: You're My Protector? I'm Dead Meat (AngelsDemonsCode and Solipsism)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 12:53:06</strong>
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				Lisa glared at him, disliking his rude behavior at her and attitude in general. She was actually wishing the vampires came and just killed her. It had to be better than what she was going through right now with this asshole. Resisting the urge to freeze him in a solid block of ice, though the temperature of the room did lower, she tried to reign in her temper to at least talk rationally to the man. Hopefully. She wasn't expecting miracles today.<br><br>"Harry Potter is a fictional person," Lisa explained with exasperation and irritation in her voice. She slapped his hand away from her face with ease, shaking her head like she was talking to a kid. "A <em>fictional wizard</em>, like we're supposed to be to these people, Zack. You can't just prance around in outfits that just scream 'look at me I'm a wizard', especially when we're trying to stay away from the attention from the vampires."<br><br>She tugged on her ponytail, biting her lower lip as she continued to talk. Taking looks behind the door just in case no one barged in all of the sudden. She didn't want them to get the wrong idea about this. "I'm not asking you to do anything for me," Lisa said. "Your job is to protect me, right? Then why bring so much attention to my workplace, one of the few places the group doesn't know? That certainly isn't extending my life expectancy, is it?"<br><br>"And I know you're doing this for your bloody mentor because of the favor Starlin phoned in from him," she fumed, rubbing her temples. "You've been telling me that for the entire time we've been forced to stay with one another. Is... is there a reason why you're even here, Zack? Please say yes and not 'naw, I want to make your life a living hell'."
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				Title: <strong>Re: You're My Protector? I'm Dead Meat (AngelsDemonsCode and Solipsism)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solipsism</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 19:47:09</strong>
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				When the air chilled about him, Zack took a step back. He thought himself better than her, but it was only because of what he knew, and what he knew was magic. Zack knew she had the advantage at this short distance, making challenging her both stupid and fatal. For now, staring daggers into her was all he could do.<br><br>"I do not care if people think me fictional or not. The truth is a sacred thing that should not be kept from the people, though... it is not my decision to make, so -- fine." Zack's voice calms, conceding to the woman before him as he reaches into the pocket on his robe, shuffling around for something. "And we do not know what they know about you, Lisa. In fact, for all we know, that tubby manager of yours could be in league with them. In our position, we must hope for the best, and prepare for the worst."<br><br>The shuffling in his pocket stops when she asks her final question. "Is th - listen. I do as tasked, and I am here for no other reason than it's very likely you'll be attacked when most vulnerable and unsuspecting. That is here, and now." Though his words rang with a hint of truth, it still held the familiar sound of a lie, given his first time ever hesitating. He'd never admit to how bored he was in this city, not having access to his laboratory and books, and knowing no one but her. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself.<br><br>"Now, here," Zann finally pulls out his hand, squeezed around something as a tight fist, and presents it before Lisa. "I am willing to compromise one thing. In my hand, is the <em>last</em> fuck I have, and the only one I'm going to give about you, or what you ask." Zann dramatically reveals there is absolutely nothing in his hand, but still presents it as if it needed to be taken. "Take it, and use it to decide whether I should change my clothes, leave you alone, or any <em>one</em> thing. After that, I won't have any fucks to give, so I simply won't give a fuck - I'll just do my job."<br><br>He drops his childish act, curling his arms into a neat fold in front of his chest to see if she will accept his proposition, and if so, what she would ask him to do for her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You're My Protector? I'm Dead Meat (AngelsDemonsCode and Solipsism)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:28:11</strong>
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				"Yeah." She didn't look convince when he had said that, raising an eyebrow at him when he hesitated. She decided to not call him out on it though, knowing it'll be rude and will just strain their relationship even more than usual. She ran a hand through her hair, taking breathes to cool herself (no pun intended) when he dramatically showed her his closed fist.<br><br>Before she could ask, Lisa heard his words and frowned even more. Looking at him, then the fist. At him. Then the fist again just to make sure she wasn't punked or anything like that.<br><br>"So... you... I'll... really?" Looking at him as if he was serious, she sighed and nodded in agreement. Better than having to force him to do anything "Fine," she said, taking the imaginary 'fuck' from his hand from him and keeping it with her. "I just need you to change your clothing, that's it. I don't care if you act rude or snotty because this is a coffee shop, where the costumers are rude and snotty in the first place."<br><br>"Thanks," she added, her temper calming down. The temperature went back to normal, leaving them in the mucky, warm air now. "A lot. You have no idea how much this means to me, honest."<br><br>That was when the door was knocked on and she heard Bertha's voice. "Lisa? What the hell are you doing there? Don't tell me you're necking in that closet girl."<br><br>"I'm just talking Bertha!" Lisa called out, her cheeks flaming. "Give us a few more minutes, please!" Bertha said something but walked off and she counted to ten to make sure she didn't bump into her manager later. "Right, I'll leave you alone now and let you do... your thing, changing clothes, here. I'll be outside and let me know if you need anything."<br><br>She then left, thanking the higher beings out there for keeping this fight magicless and her walking out without sporting a new bruise.
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