Well you wouldn't even know a diamond if you held it in your hand.

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Late afternoon, Sunday, August 30th


Been spendin' mosta m'time workin'ese days. Now'at Tez's stayin' at th'Doc's ain't feelin' like I gotta babysit'im s'much. Anyway, wuz gettin' t'th'point I wuz 'bout ready t'blow th'damn truck up rather'n spend another night innere. Even when we wuz t'gether fer real we spent mosta th'nights in m'wagon. Ain't'at's truck's a bad place, an'I know why'e's s'damn proud ovvit, but sure's hell don't wanna bloody live'ere.

So. Got a li'l more time. Been able t'getta bit more sleep, able t'work on s'more shit, earn a bit more cash. Sold some good shit t'somma th'marks; couple good curses, an abortifacient to a cryin' girl, poison t'a crazy-eyed man. 'nough at'll be eatin' well ferra good couple months. S'like I told Slaughterman; always a market fer what I got t'sell.

Fer now, though, workin' local-like. Grindhouse ladies mostly in needa what I got on hand. Somuvvem want more 'ffective anti-baby shit'an y'c'n get in th'towns. Somuvvem wanna keep somethin' on hand 'gainst any mark't gets too frisky. Somuvvem want a li'l flash t'go wit'ere acts. An' somuvvem....well, somuvvem I don't ask.

Daiyu needs a refill...don't always got what she craves, but I got some shit'at keeps'er quiet. Hate t'think what she's gonna do if'n we can't get outta'ere. Marguerite wants more ovva li'l enchantment I got, makes'er bleed durin' sex. Likes t'play virgin, she does. An' Parthenope wants a li'l more'a'er fav'rite insurance. No problem, gottit all. Stop by all th'girls, make sure'ey's good. Ain't my girls, but I help'em out, an' we look out fer each other. S'fam'ly.

Last stop's th'new girl, Lily. Ain't bought nothin' from me yet, but might's well check jes' in case. Rap onner door, "Hey, 's'Syl."


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After my entertaining evening with Zann I went to my room in the Grindhouse to consider what to do next. I have no real immediate urge to destroy the little god, I find his arrogance and susceptibility to my particular forms of manipulation amusing at the very least. And after our little game, even I'll admit he does have some potential, potential for what exactly..I'm not entirely sure, but I think I'll just keep pushing until I find out. He does have such fun little buttons.

I'm not sure how much time has passed since I came in, nor do I care, the few who have come to my door since I entered have simply found my room as it usually is, silent and empty, though perhaps a bit warmer than usual from my presence. Then just as I was reaching the point of possibly tolerating them again, someone knocks, bringing a wide smile to my face when I hear who it is, "Hey, 's'Syl."

Tez's witch, oh how wonderful. I've been wanting to talk to her since I first saw her glaring at my Iblis in the tavern. Witches have always been one of the more interesting groups of humans and can be so very useful to have on hand. Especially one who loathes Iblis and one he likely won't touch without consequence from his little god. What a delicious little predicament he has put himself in, one I fully intend to savor.

I draw my human form together on the bed, wearing a short silk robe of red and nothing underneath. "Come in," I call in a sleepy, girlish voice as I sit up on the bed, rubbing sleep from my eyes as she walks through the door. "Hi Syl, I was hoping you'd stop by," I yawn, stretching.

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"Come in," comes th'voice. Sounds like she jes' gottup. Well, th'girls work real late. Ain't so weird fer onna them t'be sleepin' attis tim'a day. Well, s'long's she ain't pissed.

Step inside an' she's still lyin' in bed, inna li'l silk robe. "Hi Syl, I was hoping you'd stop by," she says, smilin'.

Nod. "Whatcha need? 'tection? Curse? Got most ev'rythin' you'll need, an' won't cost ya much." Drop m'prices one helluva lot fer other carnies, but still gotta charge somethin'. Girl's gotta eat. Hope she won't make a stink 'boutit. Mosta th'other girls unnerstand, but there's been a coupl'a bad moments. But'ey learned given time, 'r'else'ey figured 'eir own shit out. Didn' make no diff'rence t'me either way.

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"Whatcha need? 'tection? Curse? Got most ev'rythin' you'll need, an' won't cost ya much." She says, all business like. Not a very friendly thing, but then I had heard that much from the other girls, supposedly she knows "her stuff" though. Oh I do hope they're right, what a tremendous bore it would be if they're not, but judging by the faint hum of power buzzing around her, I don't think they're mistaken.

No need to play 'babe in the woods' with this one, I saw her watching when Iblis brought our little wolf pup out to play. "Hopefully you do, I love it when a woman has everything I need," I say, smile widening as I look her over and slowly stand, "What do you have to keep one person away from another? And exactly how potent are your spells?" I ask, walking over to a box on my vanity, pulling out a large roll of money. "Cost is not a problem in case that affects the answer."

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Looks me up'n down, smilin'. "Hopefully you do, I love it when a woman has everything I need."

Hoo, boy. Not alla th'girls're flirts...Parthenope's all business 'way from th'marks...but looks like'is one is. Even if I wuzn't gettin' cock'n pussy left right'n bloody center'ese days, learned a long time 'go t'leave th'Grindhouse ladies be. Don't grudge'em what'ey do, but I bloody know where'ey've been. Anyway, think I mentioned b'fore I don't fuckin' share.

Gets up an' walks over t'er table, pulls out...mother'a God, she make'at much money 'ere in a month? Jesus fuck. Woman must havva pussy like a bloody vacuum. "What do you have to keep one person away from another? And exactly how potent are your spells? Cost is not a problem in case that affects the answer."

Raise m'eyebrows. Okay, well... "Don't sellat sorta shit 'round'ere." Love spells 'n anythin' t'do wit'love'r 'ttraction don't cause nothin' but trouble, annat's th'last thin' we need. "If'n y'want somethin' t'get rid ovva clingy mark, c'n do'at fer ya, but I ain't jes' gonna toss ya somethin' gen'ral." We's dealt wit' stalkers b'fore. But we's also had girls'at got jealous'a onna th'other girl's rich mark, 'r'at wanted a mark t'leave'is wife. Ain't gonna be parta that shit, no sir.

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She ignores my comment and look, but her eyes do widen a bit at the money I hold out. Apparently the girls here don't pull in that much, at least they didn't until I showed up. And I have..special arrangements regarding my compensation, what's money to me?

Syl lifts her brows at my request and then promptly declines it saying she doesn't sell it around here. Around here being on the grounds I wonder? Though I wonder if she'll sell it to a mark? Ohh I bet she will. "If'n y'want somethin' t'get rid ovva clingy mark, c'n do'at fer ya, but I ain't jes' gonna toss ya somethin' gen'ral."

"Oh, Syl," I laugh quietly as I walk up to her, "Its just for one--little--mark who won't take no for an answer," I say quietly, stopping in front of her and gazing into her eyes, "Whatever you suggest is just fine with me," I purr, voice filled with heat and desire. Then I slowly back away taking a seat on the bed, "And as I said, cost is not a problem," I smile, watching her eyes begin to spark.

You play with whats mine little god and I'll play with whats yours.

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Smiles, low'n sweet, an' comes up t'me close 'nough fer me t'smell'er breath. Smells good fer soembody't jes' got up. "Oh, Syl. It's just for one--little--mark who won't take no for an answer. Whatever you suggest is just fine with me," Walks away, puttin' a li'l shimmy in'er hips, an' sits down on th'bed, "And as I said, cost is not a problem."

Oh, well somebody 'ere ain't used t'hearin' th'word "no". An' somebody 'ere's managed t'learn'at shakin'er tits'at somebody's a good way'a gettin' what she wants. Well thanks, honey, but'm gettin' plenty'a sex 'at I don't need t'be payin' fer none. "Point'im out t'me next time'e comes 'round, an'll take a look." Ain't gonna jes' take the word ovva girl't's only been'ere a month. No way. Gotten burned b'fore. If'n she's tellin' th'truth, 'll find some way t'get rid ovvim. If not, she won't be gettin' nothin' from me.

"Anythin' else?"

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"Point'im out t'me next time'e comes 'round, an'll take a look."

"I will be happy to," I say in amusement. Oh isn't she just the stubborn little witch. Just like Gaueko's pretty seer, though she knew who I was so I didn't have to bother with pretending to be human, which gets so very boring at times. "As long as this stops," I say holding up a hand with bruised knuckles, "I'll be grateful for whatever you can do." I'm sure she's seen far worse in a place like this, but a little emphasis never hurt and I know how she loves a good fight. "I don't mind showing them that no means no, but he's just not listening."

"Anythin' else?"

I nod, still smiling into her eyes, "Birth control of course and you mentioned protection? What sort do you have?" My effect on people can vary depending on how strong willed they are and its interesting to see it work in her. I know she can feel it but she's also not giving in easily, between Iblis and her I'm surprised the little god has any time at all. "Have you seen Tez recently, Syl?"

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"I will be happy to," she says, smilin' a bit. Okay, we's gettin' away from th'flirtin'. Good. Don't got time fer games, me. "As long as this stops, I'll be grateful for whatever you can do. I don't mind showing them that no means no, but he's just not listening."

Raise m'eyebrows a bit. Wouldn' be th'first'a th'girls t'hafta knocka fella over th'head 'fore'e got th'message, but if'n thin's're already gettin' physical might be somethin' t'this. "Y'c'n tell th'roughies, y'know. If'n'e's already gettin'is bad 'ey won't lettim in no more. Tell th'other girls too; ey'll look out ferrim, an' mosta them c'n do some damage 'emselves." Won't help when she's in town, a'course...but if'n she points'im out t'me I c'n take care'a that right quick.

"Birth control of course and you mentioned protection? What sort do you have?" she says, smilin' sommore now. She's right pretty when she ain't actin' th'tart.

"C'n do th'first no trouble...fer th'rest, got some stuff 'at'll keep ya from gettin' drugged, somethin' t'paralyze a fella's gettin' too rough, one fer callin' help..." got more deadly 'n'at, buttat goes t'th'girls I know 'n trust. New chicks get jes' th'baby shit 'til'ey prove 'emselves. Start rummagin' through m'bag t'show'er.

"Have you seen Tez recently, Syl?"

Pause in th'middle'a pullin' outta jar. Well, well. Somebody likes t'gossip. "An' who's been tellin' ya 'bout me'n Tez?" I asks, real cheerful like. Whoever ittis's gonna get one helluva thank you.

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"Y'c'n tell th'roughies, y'know. If'n'e's already gettin'is bad 'ey won't lettim in no more. Tell th'other girls too; ey'll look out ferrim, an' mosta them c'n do some damage 'emselves."

I laugh, "Usually I'm pretty good at spotting them," I shrug, "This one though, I haven't even touched him. Well, except for the recent demonstration of no," I grin, shaking my head. "Problem is he doesn't actually come in past the main room where I dance. And last time he waited for me out by the trailers, sent him limping home but I don't think that's going to keep him from coming back. I've got a knife and been just sleeping here instead for now."

And I know just the one to point her to as well. Too bad she won't do worse to him though, that would have been entertaining and though he's from the farms, the wonderfully vile, nasty little man would deserve it too, not that being deserving matters. All of them are deserving.

Syl goes through the list of things she brought with her and just as I imagined, nothing particularly dangerous. "The one to stop them from getting too rough and the calling for help one I think would be most useful at the moment," I with a decisive nod. My robe shifts slightly, exposing thigh almost to hip as I uncross then recross my legs as I watch her begin going through her bag.

She pauses from rifling in her bag when I mention the little god, "An' who's been tellin' ya 'bout me'n Tez?"

"Oh," I say casually, "Nobody has really, I just heard some people talking about him being kicked out and I haven't seen him since that one night in the tavern so I was just wondering how he was is all," I smile pleasantly into her eyes.

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"Usually I'm pretty good at spotting them. This one though, I haven't even touched him. Well, except for the recent demonstration of no. Problem is he doesn't actually come in past the main room where I dance. And last time he waited for me out by the trailers, sent him limping home but I don't think that's going to keep him from coming back. I've got a knife and been just sleeping here instead for now."

...well, th'roughies been gettin' a li'l more careless 'ese days...lettin' folk like th'dog-fucker on t'th'lot. Still, lettin' strangers hang out near th'trailers? Didn' think it'd gotten'at bad. Nowhere near. "Ain't gotta be livin' out'ere. Jes' tell th'roughies. Shouldn' be lettin' no strangers jes' waltz onta thlot azzit is." Be goin' t'talk to Boden, I think. Findin' m'self a li'l doubtful.

"The one to stop them from getting too rough and the calling for help one I think would be most useful at the moment," she says, an' shifts so'at she's showin' a bit more leg. Nice legs. An' she knows jes' what t'do wit'em. Think she's a bit disappointed I ain't off'rin' nothin' more potent 'n'ese. Sorry, honey. Don't trust newbies wit' th'good shit.

"C'n do'at fer ya easy." Take out a li'l talisman, jes' a bitta carved wood. "Y'keep'is by th'bed, touch it when ye're scared, starts makin' godawful noise an' makes on by th'guards flash. 'ey'll be in right quick."

Tries t'look all innocent when'I talk 'bout Tez. "Oh, nobody has really, I just heard some people talking about him being kicked out and I haven't seen him since that one night in the tavern so I was just wondering how he was is all,"

Look uppat'er, "Tez gottis ass kicked out 'fore you even joined up," I says slowly. This whole thin's starting t'really bug me. "What th'hell d'ya know 'boutit, hm?"

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She takes out a piece of wood telling me to keep it by the bed and to touch it when I'm scared. When I take it from her I can feel the small bit of power pulsing in it. Just a mere trinket really, I'm sure she can do so much more and I'd very much love to see it. But I am growing increasingly bored with these games of playing the mortal girl, playing with the god reminded me of how very much I do just love being me.

"Tez gottis ass kicked out 'fore you even joined up, What th'hell d'ya know 'boutit, hm?"

Ohh pretty witch I believe the appropriate question is what do I care? And of course the answer is I don't. But I smile up at her like a cat ready to pounce as I slip off the bed and walk over to her again, "Ohh I know a good many things, pretty witch," I murmur, voice heated and as smooth as silk. Leaning forward I whisper in her ear, "I know who he's fucking when he's not with you and why should they get to have all the fun? Hmm?" I purr, pressing my body against hers as I lick the length of her neck, pausing at her collarbone to pinch the soft flesh between my teeth.

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Soon's I stand, so does she, walkin' over t'me all swishy'n sashayin'. "Ohh I know a good many things, pretty witch," she says, jes' 'bout purrin'. An'en sh'leans in, gets'er tits pressed 'gainst m'side, "I know who he's fucking when he's not with you and why should they get to have all the fun? Hmm?" 'fore she fuckin' licks me.

A'right, gettin' right bloody sick'a this. "So do I," I says, gettin' m'elbow inta'er belly. Notta blow, jes' nudgin'er back. "Ain't like'e makes a secret ovvit, izze?" Why th'hell do people keep 'ssumin' I don't know 'bout Tez screwin' 'round? Even if'n Tez could keep'a bloody secret, I ain't fuckin' blind. "An' if'n I want pussy, I got places t'go where I ain't gotta pay ferrit." Bend down, reach inta m'bag an' pull outta jar. "Pinch'a'is inna glass'a water ev'ry mornin' keeps th'babies away. So ferrat 'n th'charm, it'll be eighty." Norm'lly wouldn' be more'n fifty, but I's pretty much decided I don't like'is bitch. Tryin' like hell t'getta bloody rise outta me, an'I ain't thinkin' it's cuzza m'legs neither. She been askin' 'round 'bout me too? Must be, t'know allis 'bout Tez...

Whatever. She's pretty...she's damn pretty...an'I'd prob'ly take'er, Grindhouse 'r no, if'n't wuzn't ferrat less'n winnin' pers'nality. An' she might be tryin' mighty hard, an' be goodat what she fuckin' does....but since's when's talkin' 'bout'a girl's fella an'is piece on th'side a bloody turnon?

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"So do I," The witch balks at my mention of the little god and my Iblis and tries to push me away, which I allow for now. I guess the poor aging thing doesn't recall our little meet and greet in the tavern. But then as I recall she was far more interested in Tez practically sitting on Iblis's lap than in little me. "An' if'n I want pussy, I got places t'go where I ain't gotta pay ferrit." She says removing a jar from her bag and giving me some instructions which I pay no attention to.

I laugh and lean closer again, warm fingers brushing against hers as I take the jar from her hand, "I don't recall saying you had to pay," I murmur as waves of lust and desire roll from me into her. "But suit yourself," I smile and shrug, turning to grab the money I left on the bed. "Eighty you said?" I ask turning and smiling at her, feeling her body heat steadily increase as desire fills her eyes.

I won't physically force her into anything, she's not of that much use to me for me to bother. Though it is a pity, given how very much Iblis loathes her I was so hoping we could be friends. But then I can have just as much fun inciting the town to rise up against her and tear her to shreds too, wouldn't Iblis just love that.

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Hand strokes mine while she takes th'jar. Ain't sure she really listened t'what I wuz sayin'. Well, if'n she ends up knocked up 'r gives 'erself an OD ain't no skin offa m'back. "I don't recall saying you had to pay, but suit yourself," she says, walkin' away. Real nice ass onner too. Gettin' a mighty good view ovvit under'at robe too. "Eighty, you said?" she says, turnin' 'round. Robe's fallen open jes' 'nough fer me t'catch sight a one real pretty tit...

....whoa, okay, tha's quite 'nough'a that. Th'fuck's wrong wit' me? Ain't like I been hurtin' fer sex lately. An' ain't like'is chick's anythin' really special....ain't like I even like'er. Bloody bitch, tryin' t'mess wit' me 'bout Tez, an' fuckin' ...

....wait.

Frown an', open up th'third eye an' give'er a look.

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Her eyes slide down to my chest and I smile watching her internal struggle, oh she really doesn't like me. Good. I've found out what I wanted to know, if we can't be friends..then..well that's her loss, let her battle Iblis all by her very little self.

Then she frowns and ohohoh the pretty witch is trying to peek! How cute. I half consider teaching her a lesson and letting her see as much of me as she can stand. Fun for a moment, but then..its all over and no more. Besides she may still prove useful at some point, even though I can't imagine how at the moment. Unfortunately for her, she will see nothing, which perhaps to her might very well be something in itself. Or maybe I'm a witch too? "Ohh, now peeking isn't very nice, Syl," I purr, "If there's something you want to know, perhaps you should just ask," I say pleasantly, "I've heard that's considered to be a more civilized way to obtain information and civil can be fun at times, can it not?" I ask tilting my head and giggling as I hand her a wad of money well over the amount she asked for.

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....don't look like nothin' special t'my eyes...but she's smilin' a bit bigger, an' ain't no way she's not puttin' th'whammy on me. I may be a horny fuckin' bitch, but ain't never come'is close t'jumpin' somebody I don't like b'fore. Either'm fucked in th'head 'r she's doin' somethin', an'm likin' th'second idea one helluva lot more. But sure can't see nothin'...

"Ohh, now peeking isn't very nice, Syl. If there's something you want to know, perhaps you should just ask. I've heard that's considered to be a more civilized way to obtain information and civil can be fun at times, can it not?"

...right. She's either a witch with a lot more power'n me, 'r...bleedin' hell, didn' Tez say there wuz more gods wand'rin' 'round? Wouldn'at jes' beat all? An' speakin'a that, somethin's occurrin' t'me...

"You wuz at th'Tavern," I says slowly, remem'brin', "You wuz sittin' wit' Tez annis psycho monster - aw fuckin we raw wit' a bloody shovel, who th'hell're you?"

Ignore th'wadda money she passes t'me. Don't got no int'rest in takin' money from...somethin'.

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There's a pause as she considers it all, I don't have to read her mind to know what she's thinking about. She hates me yet she wants me, oh what a tangled web we weave, hmm?

"You wuz at th'Tavern," I says slowly, remem'brin', "You wuz sittin' wit' Tez annis psycho monster - aw fuckin we raw wit' a bloody shovel, who th'hell're you?" she says, beginning to weaving it all together.

"I was," I smile, letting the money drop to the ground as I slowly take a seat on the bed. I remember the slight recognition on her face when Iblis introduced me and my smile widens, "Oohhh Tez didn't tell you about me? Shame on him," I say in a scolding voice. "You already know who I am Syl, you just chose to ignore it when you were told. But then, I guess the..psycho monster as you so eloquently put it, does tend to have that affect on people. Always stealing the thunder for himself, such a needy thing he is at times," I laugh rolling my eyes. Psycho Monster.. I'll have to remember that, though I don't think it will have the same effect as Pookie does. "Perhaps you should ask Tez? He knows who I am. Unless your ready to guess?" I smile. I do love the look on their face when they realize who I am.

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Bloody hell, can't fuckin' b'lieve I fergot'er, but wit' Tez an' meetin' "Kent" an'en Zann...tot'lly fuckin' fergot there'd even been a chick at th'damn table. An' if'm readin'er right, she didn't like'at, no sir. This ain't a chick't takes kindly t'bein' ignored.

"Oohhh Tez didn't tell you about me? Shame on him. You already know who I am Syl, you just chose to ignore it when you were told. But then, I guess the..psycho monster as you so eloquently put it, does tend to have that affect on people. Always stealing the thunder for himself, such a needy thing he is at times. Perhaps you should ask Tez? He knows who I am. Unless you're ready to guess?"

Stare at'er ferra sec. Lily. Lilith. Name's in onna m'books. Name's inna few ovvem. She's...

....an'en I start laughin'.

Laugh long and laugh bloody hard. An' when I look up 'n see th'look onner face jes' makes m'laugh harder. S'a while 'fore I c'n get th'breath t'say, "Y'gotta be kiddin' me. Th'lady outcast by God 'cuz she wouldn't lay under'er man's now layin' under'em ferra livin'. Good thin' allose ladies't admired ya ain't 'round t'see'is. Be mighty dis'ppointed, I think." Oh, bloody hell. 's gotta be th'funniest damn thin' I ever did hear.

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I watch her face and..oh my I think she's finally got it. And then she laughs and keeps laughing until I think she's going to choke. Well perhaps I just wish she would, which reminds me I do need to go get my Djinn back as well.

"Y'gotta be kiddin' me. Th'lady outcast by God 'cuz she wouldn't lay under'er man's now layin' under'em ferra livin'. Good thin' allose ladies't admired ya ain't 'round t'see'is. Be mighty dis'ppointed, I think."

Of course that is what she would think isn't it, intelligence no more keen than the complacent cow that she descended from, only seeing what's set in front of her. But I do find I'm laughing with her, or rather..at her and her sad assumptions. Much like Tez, I'm contented to let them be blinded by their own stupidity, they never see whats coming that way. Though I must admit I had hoped she would be something...more as I've always taken a particular interest in witches. Its unfortunate this one has displayed no more understanding or intelligence than her little god of a lover, though I will say she's definitely more of a man then he'll ever be.

"However would I be able to live with myself if they did find out," I say dryly, yawning. You'd think they would come up with better attempts at insults after centuries upon centuries of evolution.

"As much as I'd love to continue this stimulating conversation," I smile, "I have a date I just can't miss. Though when you see Tez, do tell him "you're welcome" for me? He'll understand," I grin, licking my lips. Then its my turn to laugh as my body fades and I leave the room and the building.

Lily has had her time to think on her friend Kent being the devil and the time has come to ask. Since sweet Zann has not come to find me, I'll go find her. Hide and Seek is one of my favorite games.

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Oh, yeah, lookat'er. Laughin' wit'me, but she sure's hell don't like bein' laughed at. Not at fuckin' all. "However would I be able to live with myself if they did find out." she says, makin' sure t'yawn so's I see how li'l she cares. An'en comes th'dramatics. "As much as I'd love to continue this stimulating conversation, I have a date I just can't miss. Though when you see Tez, do tell him "you're welcome" for me? He'll understand." an' she disappears. Cute.

Shrug. Take m'charm an' herbs back. Tempted t'take th'money too, but decide t'leave it be. Y'don't study witchcraft wit'out hearin' a few tales'a what stealin' from gods 'n such getcha. Leave th'money 'ere....but ain't gonna be payin'er no more visits,'at's fer damn sure. An' thinkin' I oughta find Tez. Don't think I c'n chase'is bitch out on m'own. Mebbe Tez c'n help me roust'er.

But first...first'm gonna go back t'm'wagon. T'm'bed. An' lock th'bloody door. 'r go inta t'town'n dig Verdi up. Yeah. Verdi. Haul'er upstairs ferra couple hours. Goddamn bitch knows how t'put th'whammy on someone.