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| "You're wondering who's going to replace him, aren't you?" "Well, that and I need three hundred denachs," Ro said, as she held forward a purse empty of money. "You gamble too much, can't you just make your own money?" "My sorcery prevents me from making such...modern things," Ro frowned at the thought. Her eyes lit up as a new thought occurred: "When is the funeral? I can wear this new black robe that I bought with these state of the art black diamonds." "You're such a toad, Ro." "That must make you a bullfrog, uncle," She flashed another magnificent smile at him. "I heard that our little cousin is in the relative area, so how about I give you the money if you go get her for the funeral." "Do I get to come to the funeral?" "Of course, we wouldn't want you to have wasted so much on a robe and diamonds if you didn't get to wear them," said Soren with disgusted sarcasm. "So, who's the the next Head?" "You'll find out just like everyone else, when they announce it." "I know who it is," came a voice from the doorway. There stood a young man; who was dark yet sly looking. He had a mischievous look in his light-blue eyes. His features were very proud and noble, and at the same time the mocked the world. "Can this day get any worse?" groaned Soren, looking up at the sky, as if praying to the Gods. Before him stood the most known; and probably, least appreciated person of the whole universe. Carey, The Blackmailer. Somehow he seemed to know everything that went on, and sent letters sealed in black to his unfortunate victims. Noboday could stop him, because they had nothing to put against him and he had every sin they had committed. Carey smiled sweetly and entered the room. - - - |
| "Mr. Revenge, I'm sure that you've heard of you're father's unfortunate death, and how we are in need of a new President," said the Head of Council. "I insist, call me Raven. Yeah, actually I heard his death. At least this time you guys aren't gonna pass this off as a 'skiing accident'," said the serious blond who sat before the Council, everything in his tone of voice was sour and bitter. His deep-blue eyes held no emotion, except a mocking of the Council. He was terribly thin, since the past year had such a hard affect on him, what with the loss of his wife and now his father. He also possessed the same noble features as his cousin, Cary, but he didn't carry that sly look about him, just a seriousness that held nothing but bitter emotion. Raven also didn't hold himself as though he were someone great; he slouched in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him. Neither was his style of clothing that of someone importatn, instead of a suit, he wore baggy, black jeans and a black T-shirt. If he were seen on the street, someone would have though he was some sort of thug. But he was truly young, only twenty-three, much too young to accept such a responsibility of Head over all the Neblina worlds, people, and curses, but this still did not make them feel as though he should be put in charge. "Sir, the Vice President did die in a skiing accident." "Yeah, and my mom was a hyena. C'mon, skis don't just explode, even you should be smart enough to know that." "I will tell you once again, it was an accident." "You can tell me as much as you want to, it doesn't mean I'm going to believe you," Raven snapped, he remembered that snowy day, where he had hid as he saw the Armada murder the Vice President. The Council just didn't want the people to know that it was murder, and so it spread the rumor of an 'accident'. Even the Council didn't know that he had been there and seen it all. "Believe what you want, that's not what we called you here to discuss." "Blah, blah, blah...get to the point so I can go out and be a part of the mob down there." "We want you to take the position of your late father, under the guidance of another of course," said the Head of the Council, watching Raven's face for any sign of surprise. Raven said nothing in reply, but just raised an eyebrow. The Head of the Council continued, "Well...?" "Sounds pretty morbid to me." "This is a great honor, not a time for jokes. What is your response?" "Yeah, and then I'll kill myself and save the Armada the trouble," muttered Raven. "Like I said, you'll have a supervisor to keep you safe and help you make wise decisions." "Wow! A bodyguard and advisor in one, can this get any better?" Raven's words were coated in sarcasm as he glared out the window. "I think you need to consider a different tone with the Council, we can always condemn you as 'not fit for this position', placeyou in an insitution, and choose somebody else." "And I'm sure the people would love you for it. You know the people loved my father, and even though they only know that I'm the President's son, they love me, because I'm his son. So you should really reconsider your tone with me, and think more carefully before deciding on something so drastic. Don't worry though, the longest you'd have to put up with me is a month or so, at least until I run into a nicely placed 'skiing accident'," Raven smiled bitterly at the thought. "At least try and work with us." "Fine, fine, who's the old bat that'll be watching and guarding my every move?" |