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[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

"You should try it sometime," Jason said, an almost maniac grin making his lips part. "It's fucking awesome."

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

"If you want to." He sat back casually, the grin fading but not disappearing entirely. "Ask away."

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((Already? Sure. XD))

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

Pale, small hands absentmindedly stroked the smooth fabric of the dress that she was clothed in, for the moment a pale, lovely salmon pink. The Satanist did look rather unfocused--blue eyes clear and vacant, lips moving in silent pair (or maybe it was thought), the rest of her body (save her hands, which were stroking the dress only because it was an almost automatic movement) still and relaxed. In truth, Malinda was a little unfocused. She kept thinking about what Mabuz had said, about converting instead of killing. That had been her dream for so long, to kill--to glorify the gods! But she was uncertain now. Maybe Lord Aini had a point.

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Lena swept into the room, eyes flickering across the room silently. She chose a seat, a little away from others, unaware of who belonged to each face, just knowing she had no interest in speaking with them. Instead of pulling a book or notebook though, she peered into the vast fire that danced about in the fireplace, sparking lightly. Her hands folded thinly, pale fingers entertwining.

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The sound of another brought her out of her daze. Malinda blinked, some focus returning to her eyes as she looked around for the source of the disturbance. Her lips parted in a smile when she saw who it was. Lena, the writer, Lord Phoenix's chosen. She raised a hand in a wave, nodding politely. "Hello, my lord."

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"Why do you call me lord?" Lena inquired, her voice impassive, eyes ummoving. In fact, she sat perfectly still, though she answered without hesitation. She remembered voices and names easily.

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Malinda gave a soft laugh. "Satanism, Lena, don't you remember? I told you about patrons. And it's always customary to great the demon in one first. Politeness, you see." She stood gracefully, the gown swirling about the floor, her bare feet whispering along the carpet as she sat down next to the writer.

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Still, she remained still. "I have a demon inside me? What is his name? What does he do?" Lena asked, curiousness tinting the lilting tone.

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"Phoenix," Malinda replied, a trace of concern crossing her face. Didn't she remember the entire conversation in the cafeteria? "Lord Phoenix, the writing demon. You are a writer, yes? Of poetry?" The writing demon specialized in poetry over the other writing forms--it would only make sense for this girl to do the same, being his host.

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"I apologize for my lack of rememberance. I must be quite weary today." It was like Lena read her mind. "I am indeed a writer. Poetry. Though I can write stories as well."

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Malinda nodded. Perfect sense, like she thought. "What's on your mind?" she asked curiously, tilting her head as a bird might in her same situation. "You seem like you'd have a good memory otherwise, Lena. What distracts you?"

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Lena twisted her head, slender neck moving slightly to peer at the girl. "Many things fill me mind, young one. Which one shall I begin with?"

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Malinda gave a light laugh. "Whatever thought is most prominent, I suppose." She smiled, hands fluttering, folding, and then settling gently into her lap. "I'm sure there are a lot of thoughts, and I'd like to hear about them. I have nothing but time on my hands, you know."

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Lena laughed lightly, a twinkling laugh. "We all do, don't we? How shall I start? Well, I made the aqquaintence of a rather odd girl, but the name of Rowan. She was frightened of a ghost boy that she claimed followed her. I obtained the name and location of this boy and searched it online. Seems as this boy had been lit of fire by some children and perished in the flame." Lena informed Malinda thoughtfully.

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"Really?" Malinda looked curious. "How interesting." She hadn't met Rowan yet, not as far as she could remember, but the girl sounded like an interesting character nonetheless. She wondered what patron this Rowan would have.

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"Indeed it was. Though I ponder what makes Rowan so angry at this ghost. And why this boy is following her about after death." Lena furrowed a brow.

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Malinda shrugged, looking thoughtful. Satanism didn't teach much about ghosts, at least, not as far as she knew. "Maybe she's guilty about what she did--or rather, didn't--do?" she suggested. "Maybe the ghost expected her to save his life?"

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"Perhaps. That is what I had been considering to, but I am unsure. We may never know." Lena shrugged, tilting her head slightly.

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"We may never," Malinda agreed. Her slight smile was back. "What else? I can tell that's not all."

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"I doubt you have that time for that." Lena muttered, a faint smile creeping to her thin lips.

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"Really?" The girl gave a little laugh. "I bet I do. Come on, tell. Please?"

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"Do you? Well alright then." Lena bit her lip, mentally sorting her thoughts. "Perhaps I shall tell you about the boy in the library." It was odd really, how Lena remembered very much, yet she only choose to reveal her experiences with people. Probably because she did not want others to see what goes on in her mind.

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Malinda nodded, looking a bit like a little girl. "Okay." In truth, she wanted to hear about the boy from the library. Stories weren't shared very often here, and if Lena could make her laugh, well; then she wouldn't pass up the chance. "I'm actively listening."

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"Well, this boy was in the library once while I was there. I had been prowling the books, when he made some snide remark about them. I grew defensive and came toward him, intending to speak to him. Though all he really had to say was insulting books and that there only use was to hurt people." Lena made a sour face.

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"Hmmm." Malinda looked thoughtful. She couldn't say she sympathized with the writer--the only books that had ever interested her were books about Satanism or maybe, just maybe, history--so she just gave a little nod, out of politeness making a small sound of agreement.

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Lena chuckled lightly, an odd tone for one so sullen and unsocial. "I see that you do not feel as I did. That is alright, not all have a love for literature. Now you must tell me something in return. For I have revealed my own thoughts."

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Malinda laughed, a twinkling sound--like rapidly breaking glass. "My own thoughts..." she mused. "What would you like to hear about, my lord?"

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"I dunno. Perhaps what might be bothering you at the moment? Honestly anything will work, I need some other thoughts." Lena folded her bony hands.

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"I was attacked recently by another patient," Malinda offered. "Might you be interested in hearing about that?"

[Tea in Chapter Three]

A glimmer of slight excitement light her eyes. "Yes please." Trying to keep the eager tones from her voice. Now, this was something exciting, finally.

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"I was outside, praying by the peach tree," Malinda began, a slight frown on her face as she remembered the day. "When this girl suddenly jumped out of the tree and confronted me. She insulted my person and beliefs, and threatened to attack me and make the guards take my things." She shook her head at the memory--what an idiot the girl had been. "So before she had the chance, I attacked her. We fought for a moment before the guards came and beat us apart." She turned her body, allowing Lena to see the bruises on her arms. "They're on the back of my head, too," she added. "The bruises."

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Lena reached out a delicately pale hand and brushed her fingers against the purpling flesh where bruises lay. "Do you know her name?"

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Malinda winced at the touch; her arms were still tender. "No," she said, sighing. "I wish I did. Then I could ask the gods to punish her. There's no guarantee they won't anyway, of course, but it still helps to put in a request along with a sacrifice."

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Lena withdrew her fingers, a perturbed look weaving its way into her eyes. "I hate people. They always wish to cause harm to someone."

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Malinda gave a gentle shrug. "Most of them," she said. "It is against nature. I don't like it."

[Tea in Chapter Three]

"I dislike it as well." Lena solemnly agreed, leaning back again.

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((Want to fade?))

[Tea in Chapter Three]

((Sure.))

Lena, after a long moment, turned her head again to study the flickering flames as they danced, signaling the end.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

A brightly clothed form hustled into the common room. Again, Sam had transformed herself today into a completely different person. Her usually bald head had been replaced by a bob-cut wig a shamrock green colour. As Mary, she wore a bright green skirt and bright yellow shirt that matched well with her hair and makeup that appeared light but to anyone that saw her usual face knew it was a lot. Smiling pleasantly, Mary took a seat beside the man writing. "Hello."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

[I. Love. Him. <3]

In a proper manner, the young girl crossed her legs in her skirt. "What are you writing?" She asked to make conversation. He didn't look all that dangerous, if only a little uncomfortable. He seemed safe enough to talk to.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Light confusion crossed over her face, but it quickly vanished with a replacement of curiosity. "Who's CS Lewis?"

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"Oh, wow. That's a lot." Mary's eyes widened in surprise, so large that we false lashes brushed against her fake eyebrows.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"Hmm well what are some things that he's written?" Mary asked, brushing away a strand of shamrock green hair.

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((DUDE. The Chronicles of Narnia were seven books. Not short!))

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((Eh. True. But I have a worn unabridged copy, so it's rather large.))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

[The entire book as one is huge!! I own it, but haven't read it. :3]

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Mary nodded slowly, slight recondition spreading over her face. "Yeah, I think maybe I've heard of that. Not sure, though."

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((You should, they're incredibly well written))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"You're quite the expert," the generally quiet-spoken but brightly colored girl noted. Something about this boy's expression made her think that he just loved writing.