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Devon was about ninety-percent sure he'd lost his tail. Only about ninety-percent because he hadn't exactly had a chance to look furtively behind himself without drawing undue attention for the past five minutes. Still, ninety-percent was better than just about any time in the last week. The council-fanatics had tailed him even to his bakery, which was sort of meant to be his time away from him. He sighed heavily in relief as he finally ran into the library. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the lighting, but as he blinked, everything came into focus. He didn't recognize anyone, so he considered that a plus, considering most people he'd recognize were from that fanatic group. He sighed and ran a hand through his currently fairly spiky hair. The trip wasn't entirely to escape; he did need another recipe book because he wanted to expand the repertoire of baked goods he could make. His eyes scanned the room for someone who looked like they might work there. His eyes landed on his girl with black hair. Shrugging to himself, he walked over. "Hi," he managed before he noticed her badge was not one of a librarian. Really, the fact she was that sexy should have been his first clue that she was not actually a librarian. Something about her looked familiar, but he was quick to put that down to the fact she apparently worked for the city council. "Yeah, hi, I'll just go that way. I thought you were a librarian, though that's stupid of me." He grinned, fairly embarrassed.
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Part of Devon thought the voice sounded familiar, but the accent seemed to be entirely incorrect. He pushed the thought from his mind. "Bad idea," Devon answered, casting a hesitant glance up at the ceiling over which lay the fabled second floor. He hadn't been there in a decade or so. Had it really been so long? Devon sighed. Something about the girl in front of him made him want to go with her. Still, she was city council, so if he were being tailed, he would just be seen trying to get cozy with a council member's secretary, which could theoretically get onto the city council (which he did not actually want to do). Well, he decided, maybe he could do this after all. "But I'll come anyway." His lips turned up in a grin, and he shrugged. "Maybe there will be better recipe books up there -- not that anyone on the council would technically really need bake mind, but I'm a baker. I bake things."
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Devon nodded slowly. "Right." Close to the council? Was he? That was a thought that alarmed him -- not that he could dare say that aloud for fear of someone hearing him. There were a lot of things he could not say about his life for that reason. Honestly, he hated it. If his father had never been on the council, his life would have been much, much simpler. "Yeah, my name is Devon." Gavin, Gavin, Gavin, his mind screamed at him, reminding him that it would just be better if he were Gavin and never Devon, council poster-boy. "I think I should know enough about the tech to figure it out. If not, it'll be an adventure, right?" He grinned at her before walking in the direction the stairs up had always been. A part of him expected them to be moved, to have just one less familiar thing in his life. He reached the door and pressed it. It was definitely the same one. He resisted the urge to gape at that. "So, I think you need to use your card to get us in now."
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"Good to meet you, Tia." He smiled at her and straightened his jacket slightly. He opted how that name didn't sound right to him on the ground of why wouldn't that be right?. He waited for her to open the elevator, and when she had, he stepped in almost reverently. It had been so, so long. It was like meeting a friend for the first time in so many years. "So, what are you here for, Tia?" They were almost to the second floor, but the ceilings were high and the elevator was painfully slow. Devon took the moment to glance around and drink in his surroundings. If Tia knew who he was, then it was likely he'd be able to come here a lot more often. Devon dreaded the prospect just a little bit despite having fond memories of the library from when he was a child. "The recipe books, are they on this floor? Also, would I be allowed to take one? I don't know if I have the permissions . . . ." he trailed off, biting his lip and glancing around nervously. Good, no council members in sight. He didn't know why he was saying so much to Tia -- it wasn't much that he was saying, but it was definitely more than he usually said to strangers.
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"Baking, specifically. I own a bakery over on the edge of the Heart. At least, that's the main one. We have two in the Slums, too. And one more in the Heart and another in the Outskirts. I won it, but I like doing the baking more than the money and such," Devon explained, rambling on about his business. If he could just be Gavin, owner of a chain of bakeries and a baker himself, and have nothing to do with Devon, son of a dead council member, he would take that option. Maybe it was better that Ari had gone away, he thought cynically. His fanatic group could have used her against him just like they had tried to do his sister. He would have hated what he was doing even more if that were true. He let out a soft breath through his teeth. "What books are you looking for again?"
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((I have.....haven't worked on RP replies today since the reply at the Abandoned Construction Site. I've been working more on character stuff.))
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Devon nodded and smiled slightly. "It is." There was something shadowy in his eyes at that. Something he was passionate about, yes, but what about everything else? He was more or less being forced into a position he didn't want, he had to abandon his sister to save her, and the woman he'd loved left. Yep, good thing he had one thing to make him happy. He smiled slightly, and there was a bitter edge to it. Devon could remember the city council, but it had been so long he didn't actually know who all was on there still. He assumed Voclain, who had murdered his father, was still there. And maybe Aitchison and Dereicht, too. He didn't know. He didn't really want to have to know, either. "They don't tell you that sort of thing, then?" That wasn't a surprise. His father hadn't told him anything either. He'd just tried to dress him up like a doll and make him live like he was going to be a city council member. Devon had hated it, and now, it might be his reality for him soon. The thought made him a little sick. Why couldn't he just be a simple baker?
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"That I can believe," Devon agreed. His father and most of the other council members, as far as he remembered, had cared mostly for themselves. Devon narrowed his eyes. Was that hair chalk coming off on her finger? He pursed his lips slightly but he didn't comment or really do more than catalogue the fact. He was well aware noticing those things was useful. He was forced to deal with a bunch of psycho council fanatics. Noticing things was a very useful skill. "So that's the truth then? You're as unambitious as I am despite working for the powers that be? You don't long for something a little greater than that?" His tone was teasing, and he held up his fingers to demonstrate "a little." He grinned at Tia.
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Devon laughed. "And that's it? No dream job that you're just dying to start? No intended man or woman or other?" He wiggled his eyebrows at the last one. He smiled, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. "And yes, a baker. I know it sounds silly, but it's my passion." He looked down at his hands, trying to ignore just how much he wanted to find Ari and his sister. He hadn't seen his sister in years, and the fact that she was "dead" might not even be such a lie now. That was more horrifying than anything else he could think of. And then he grimaced as he realized the rest of her sentence. "Nor mine," he agreed. "I have no right to ask, but could you keep it a secret for me?" He watched her pull the phone from her pocket. "You need to go?"
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"What," he managed once they were back in the elevator, "the fucking hell," he paused again to glare at her, "was that for?!" He was rather indignant at having been pulled back into the elevator without having gotten to look around much. He kind of wanted the chance to look around the place he had not been in ages. Even for the last few years his father had been alive, he had not really been able to be here because with his mother's death, he was the only person able to shield his little sister from their shit of a father. He scowled at his hands for a second before running through everything that had just happened. "Okay." He thought for a second, and as he did so, he drew out that one word, okay. "So who are you really? Because I don't think you've been telling me the truth." He raised an eyebrow at her.
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Devon raised his eyebrows at the small smoke bomb and how carelessly, effortlessly, she threw it into the main body of the library. It didn't even seem like she cared if the books ended up damaged because of it. The sprinklers started. Yes, so many of the books would now be ruined. Devon took a step away, frowning at her. "Well, you're definitely not just a secretary," he snapped. "Secretaries don't carry around bombs in their purses. Just guns." He thought for a second. "Actually, that's a lot more like something the resistance would do, isn't it?" It was only after almost all the black had left her hair that he realized that Tia was right. He did know her -- or at least he thought he had once known her. "Ari?"
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"Coming," Devon answered without even thinking about it. The authorities showing could not exactly be the best for him since he was trying avoid fulfilling his group's goal for him -- getting put on the city council. But there was another thought. Would his group see her and know that she was important to him? That would be bad for him for many reasons -- mostly because they could use her to make him do more to get on the city council. "Should warn you that I was being tailed when I cam into the library." He couldn't help the frustrated look on his face at that.
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Devon was, of course, wondering if this could possibly a way for him to disappear again, if this might be his way out of the council-fanatic group he was stuck in. "You can't do that to me, Ari. I only just found you again, and now you're telling me I'll never get to see you again. No." He was definitely more than a little indignant that she thought that would be okay to do to him. And he was sure he would have been just as upset if she'd tried it on him five years ago when they'd been nineteen. It just was about as fair as having to leave his sister to protect her from his group. "Oh, and please define what you mean by safety." He was definitely glaring at her by now, his lips pressed in a thin line.
((I feel like we should figure out what we want to have happen to them or what their plotline should be))
((I feel like we should figure out what we want to have happen to them or what their plotline should be))
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((Okay. So maybe something happens like they're about to get him out of the group when the city council splits and he ends up on it but while wanting out also does not want to betray them? So that way he's still city council even though he's not really there particularly willingly?))
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Devon glared at her. He could feel a familiar ache in his heart, one he really didn't want. It was bad enough knowing he'd never see the girl he'd loved again or see his mother or his sister again. But knowing she'd been lying the entire time? That hurt worse than anything. He ignored that tiny voice in his mind that warned him against all hypocrisy. It wasn't like he hadn't been using a false name, too. Of course, he was hurt and upset. And he sort of wanted to punch something despite not being especially violent. "So what, everything you told me is a lie? That what you're telling me?" He growled under his breath, though there was every chance that was directed at himself for having been so easily fooled. "So telling me you loved me, that was a lie too? Guess you're right. I didn't know you." He looked down and ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I'll go, make everything easier."
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"Yeah, right. Of course it's for the best if you never actually gave a shit." He sighed through his teeth, his dark eyes inflamed with anger. "But don't you dare pretend you know what would be best for me because newsflash you don't." He walked in the opposite direction from her. When he'd made it about five paces away, he turned to look back at her. "You know, I thought if I met you again, I would be ecstatic and that it would all be happy. That was a fairytale, and you, I, we need to grow the hell up. The help I need I don't reckon you could provide me." He sighed. "But . . . I am glad to have seen you again."
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He didn't say anything in return, not even his own farewell to her. Actually, he was rather royally pissed off at the moment. She didn't know or understand anything either. She had just assumed that he was all "glory to the city council" because his father had been on the city council. Well, one, he had never likes his father, and two, even if he had, one of the people on the city council had killed his father -- not just had him killed; she'd done the act herself. Ari didn't understand the position he was in any more than he understood her. She didn't know that he was being forced to try to be on the city council when he really wanted to be anything but. They would look for his sister despite his having told them she was dead if he didn't, and he would gladly be stuck living a lie if it meant protecting Emilie. He walked away, a bitter look on his face, and he blinked a couple times to keep any tears from falling.
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Zri didn't look any more in-place than his companion did. He was a bit too twitchy, almost shifty in how he kept looking around. For all that he'd liked reading, he hadn't gotten books outside of what the people who were trying to fix him were giving him. "So I guess we should start with, uh, kids' books? I dunno, and uh, what are you interested in?" He studied the patterns on the carpet, not looking up at the woman sitting across from him. If he were to teach her, he'd need to know what interested her. He couldn't teach her on something she didn't want to read. That wouldn't be fair.
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