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Reaver fidgeted slightly. It had been a bit of a chase to find this particular person. Odin was the one who had spoken first of filial piety, and the gaze of the Allfather was far and wide. He would have realized sooner or later what had happened. Edward Turned had been assailed by magical girls. And someone had come to his rescue. Someone who had known the good doctor.

And that someone wasn’t his own mother, limiting the options to few people, magical girl hijinks notwithstanding. Finding the samaritan had been quite a bit of a chicken chase through Glimmr. Fortunately, one of her associates was a posting whore of all things, which made it significantly easy.

The big surprise was that both of them had seen the other before. Cindy’s party. She tried to get close to him, disguised, only for him to ignore her and press on Cindy. And then they came to blows in the park.

Funny how things changed overnight. He had… gotten in touch with other parts of his family, and this girl who opposed him had helped his father. An uncomfortable truth, but one that had to be rewarded. 

Would she even come? Would she bring an entire ambush with her? He wondered. His choice of meeting had not been coincidental. Indeed it was the very same park that the big fight had broken out. He was suited up in his armor, his full regalia, and intended on taking this seriously.

Reaver could spot Tetrad here and there. Her head would pop out from behind a tree, then she’d retreat. Only later to pop up over a wall to check things out. She was using some sort of stealth magic, but Reaver could see through it easily enough. Regardless, it seemed she was taking their meeting seriously as well. A few minutes passed before she was content with her observations. She sighed, shook out her hands, and revealed herself. Her eyes were squinted, and she had one hand on her hip, and another on a card.

[color=75c159]“What do you want?”[/color]

“Hm.” Reaver stood poised arms crossed. “Well it’s fairly easy. Do you think that what you have done would be without consequence… Tetrad, was it?” Reaver said, his arms crossed but evidently without a weapon. “This will no doubt put a hamper on whatever I was doing.” He said nonchalantly, before cracking a smirk.

“Answer me truthfully. Did you save Edward Turner? And if so, what is your degree of acquaintance.” He said.

[color=75c159]“I’ve talked to him a few times, he just happens to be a face I remember.”[/color] Her face softened up when she chuckled. [color=75c159]“I mean he's pretty hot, that’s really the only reason I remember him. Otherwise I don’t typically commit non-magicals to memory.”[/color] With a cough, her expression became hard again. Her eyes jumped between Reaver’s eyes and his arms. [color=75c159]“I was the one who saved him. One of them anyway. Are you an acquaintance of his, or is he just one of your objectives?”[/color]

“Yes, he had that air about him.” Reaver he said, before smiling, and without a hint of mercy nor preparation, he dropped the artillery shell. “I’m Will, Luna.”

Tetrad pulled her head back. Both of her eyebrows were way up in the air. [color=75c159]“Uh. Um.”[/color] She folded her arms and shifted her lips from one side of her face to the other. [color=75c159]“Luna huh? That’s your answer?”[/color] She swung her hand at the dead city that surrounded them. [color=75c159]“There have got to be plenty of girls who think Edward Turner is a DILF. Why that one in particular?”[/color]

“I was taking a pot-shot. Guess your first surprised face does betray you.” Reaver said. “If not obviously the fixation with cards as weapons. Outward personality. Trying to find good men to hang out with. Most of the magical girls are not that adamant in finding magical boys… they turn to other prospects due to the circumstances and scarcity.” 

He coughed.

“Now, If we take straight magical girls, who like cards, are extroverts, know Edward turner, and have been declared as ''missing” or ''dead” ... how many of those do you think would be left?”

The gambler wore a scowl during the entirety of Reaver’s explanation. [color=75c159]“Well.”[/color] She raised her arms in a shrug before smiling. [color=75c159]“When you’re right, you’re right.”[/color] She folded her arms. [color=75c159]“Considering how easy you were to dupe in the past, I’m a little disappointed you uncovered my real identity before I could do the same to you. Then again, who’d think an introverted magic the gathering player would be flirting with girls and biting their heads off?”[/color]

Reaver shrugged. "No act comes without consequence." He paused. "I was tired of being myself, and became someone else. Oldest history in the magical world. But the cost of pretending to be a bad boy, is to be a bad boy." His stance relaxed. "Then again who would have thought that the free spirited gal would become under extensive scrutiny under the Red Woman?"

Tetrad shrugged again, but kept her arms folded. [color=75c159]“When you’re right, you’re right.”[/color] She looked down at her chest. [color=75c159]”But if I’m going to be honest with you, the lack of back pain is the best part of my new life. I had been considering breast reduction surgery for a while, and it just isn’t necessary anymore.”[/color] 

“Well, why do you think you were able to dupe me so easily, then?” Reaver smirked as he tilted his head. 


She scratched the back of her head. [color=75c159]“What’s the game plan now? We can keep playing tit for tat, but that doesn’t seem very productive. Do we fight? Hug it out?”[/color] She lifted her palm up and pointed it at Reaver. [color=75c159]“Because while hugging is the best part of any reunion, I’m gunna have to skip this time.”[/color]

“I guess I could ask you to step on me and call me scum and use a whip and all of that… but business before pleasure.” Reaver said, before unsheathing his sword and in a sudden movement, stabbing it in the ground, kneeling before Tetrad.

“I, William Turner, son of Edward Turner, under the Gaze of the Allfather, swear to grant this woman a boon. She may command me once without reserve, for whatever she desires or wishes. Whether it is my life or that of others, whether it causes the ruin of my patron or patrons, I shall deliver this boon unwaveringly to the best of my ability until I breathe my last. In the name of Odin, this I swear.”

He finished, before raising himself once more, his sword disappearing. “This is your reward for saving my father. Do think carefully when to use it. In all likelihood we will be on opposing sides.”

[color=75c159]“That’s it?”[/color] Tetrad raised an eyebrow. [color=75c159]”You’ll have to forgive me if I question how valid this ‘gift’ is. Though this is also the type of thing I’d expect the old Wiliam to do.”[/color] She sighed. [color=75c159]“What the hell happened, Will? We use to just be two goofy kids. Now we’re up to our armpits in espionage.”[/color]

Reaver shrugged. “Make that as you will.” He paused. “I suppose… we grew up, and we realized that the wings that would take us anywhere were made of wax.”  He added. “Next time, we might have to kill each other. Heh.” He began to walk away. “Be seeing you around I guess... “  He began to walk.

“And before I get caught in more soapy moments, I will say this now so I won’t get a death flag. You were my first love.” He admitted, and continued to walk away.

Tetrad stared at Wiliam’s back as she walked away, not seeming to react to his parting words. She pulled the deck of Magic the Gathering cards she had shown Eliza earlier during the rave and looked them over. Once she was done, she slid them back into harness before bolting away. [color=75c159]“Take any joke that far and no one will laugh at it.”[/color]