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So... I'm a writer... A gamer and an anime nerd... Uh... I love fantasy ans Sci-fi. And I have a weakness for romance. I'm also gay.... My best friend and I joke around and say that I caught the ghey. My best friend is also a trash talking dwarf. No lie. He's 4'9 has longer hair than most women and a beard. Anyways.... I ramble about stuff often... I'm pretty socially awkward but get me on a topic I like and I'll talk for days....


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Dion watched it all go down. "So... Heidis is trying to consolidate Devos… For what purpose?" The whole thing set him on edge. He wasn't sure what her powers were but they seemed to benefit the man. Tony seemed agitated by it all, especially when they disagreed. "That doesn't look good, Uncle."

"Aye..." Tony side-eyed the whole ordeal. "I don't like it one bit. Be careful of that man, Dion. He's danger. Keep away from him. That girl too." He looked directly at his godson. "I know I shouldn't tell you what company to keep, but this only confirms my suspicions. Something major is going to happen, and soon. I've seen it before. I can only hope it doesn't end the same way it did last time... You might be a politician's grandson, but they wouldn't hesitate to kill you."

Dion nodded. "Aye..." Standing he hugs Tony before heading out, the Peacekeeper escorts taking him to the compound. He arrived just before they let Oxley go and they let him through a minute after she leaves. Dion shifted his bag and headed back to his own place, passing through the Main Square. He wasn't sure what that whole commotion was about but he caught the lines of "She didn't register as a devo.." Edmond Grandure was a dangerous man indeed. "Guess we'll have to keep an eye out. Might have to see if Dad can get any information on him... He didn't do anything... Just shook her hand..."

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Dion was interested in what was going on. The man had his attention. He knew where he would be headed now, so it was only getting there while beforehand and eavesdropping. He knew Tony would see right through him so he would have to do it fast, getting there to tell the man why he was there again. Dropping the Eddas off, he put the Regius in his bag and headed out. It wasn't easy explaining why he was leaving but he made a few excuses that they just sighed and he left the Compound. He arrived at Tony's and went to the back.

"Oy, there he is..." Tony grinned at him while he wiped his mouth. His husband, Greg smacked him.

"Stop eating all my cookies, you brute. You're supposed to be watching your weight. Out of the kitchen. High time you took a break for lunch anyways, and I'm sure you and Dion can talk out on the main floor." He ushered them out, handing Dion a plate of fresh cookies, and Tony a large gyro and fries.

Tony chuckles as he takes a seat. "So, kiddo, what can I do for ya?"

Dion looks around. "Well, there was a rather... Interesting conversation I overheard and I'm following a lead."

The big man laughs. "I see. Following the footsteps of your pops, huh. Well, I'll play along. Been a while since I did any covert ops but you know me." He winks. "Anyways, you got your new books? Was a bit difficult to get them in there but they stopped searching my truck long ago. Honestly, the way they treat you guys is wrong. Sure there are a few bad eggs but you're a good kid." He took a serious look. "I've heard rumors of that group. They don't seem well organized and honestly, it's conflicting what they do. I see two larger narratives. One where they organize themselves and establish leaders, and another where they just go ham, blowing up things and killing people."

Dion grunts. "I'm fine, uncle. You don't need to worry about me."

"Good." Tony nods and keeps eating his lunch. "Because if you joined, I would have to beat your ass since I know your father won't be able to."

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Dion left his parents and headed back, sensing that they wanted to spend time together. He followed his Peacekeeper escort to the transport. As much as he hated them, he had to admit he had it a lot better than most. The transport was quick and they were eager to get him through customs who checked his sword with a suspicious eye. He just stood there in the expedited line, one reserved for usually the ones that are never allowed out. Dion made his way through, heading to his home after he was finally let in. Dropping off his things he decided he would wander around the Square. Heading down there he just wandered, looking around after picking up his order at the book store, a copy of the Poetic Edda in Norwegian, and a copy of the Codx Regius. He wanted to study his runes more and had taken a lot of time to get them as the Peacekeepers were aware of his powers and didn't exactly approve of Devos training themselves.

The Square was busy and there were a lot of Devos around. There were Peacekeepers about but he paid them no mind. He saw people chatting and there was an unusual sight. Standing on the sidewalk was a man he recognized talking to a woman. He observed them for a while and wandered a bit closer to make out what they were saying. He knew that face, having seen the man before at his father's Office. Unsure of his intentions as he had heard of some of the things the man had done to secure his business; Dion strode a bit closer. With a practiced ease he blended into the crowd around him as he got close. He caught the tail end of the man mentioning a proposal of sorts. Dion shifted his bag on his shoulder, not sure if that was a good thing of a bad thing. The Woman seemed to be unsure of what he wanted, stammering in response. Dion stayed nearby, to listen in.

Dion was tired. Forced to take the midnight flight to meet the ridiculous demands of the Peacekeepers he made his way through Customs, huffing when they demanded three different searches and even attempting to pull him aside to do a strip search in front of everyone and when his mother and father yelled at the man for even attempting it, he finally was allowed to make his way to the car to head back his father's home. "It's a damned Concentration camp, Okāsan. We're searched every other week and we can barely go anywhere much less see Dad for more than a hour."

"I know, Dion." His mother patted his arm. She smiled gently at him. "Leif works hard to make sure we're well off. Don't let them ruin your mood. You ranked up! We're both so proud of you. You keep doing your lessons and focus on finishing your degree. No matter what happens we'll support you." She kissed his head.

Arriving at the building, Leif stood outside, smiling as his son and wife exited the vehicle. "Congratulations, son. I'm so proud of you." He pulled his son in for a hug. He kissed his wife and pulled them inside, the Peacekeepers following. "I'm in a bit of a mess. As you can see I just got off duty." He lets them into their old home. He gets their bags dropped off and ushers them out. "Come on.. We'll get some nice pizza if we hurry, kiddo!" He grinned and herded his family out to the streets.

The streets were busy as usual. Dion had always loved the city. The vibrant feel had always called to him and he loved the mixing of cultures. He especially loved the New York Pizza. Greasy and delicious he grinned with every bite. They had known the owner of this Pizzeria for a long time, Tony Barelli. The large Italian man was known to deliver fresh pizzas to the Compound. Even though none of his family were Devos, Tony and Leif were longtime friends. With their bellies now full they walked back to the apartment. Dion was happy but saddened that he would have to leave his father.

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The tavern redecorates for the spring.

Vilkas caught the subtext Volaire was putting out. He shrugged at it, not too concerned. If the man wanted to talk, he would. "We all have our secrets." He took a seat for himself and began to eat, noticing Stephanie had entered. He gave a short wave, grunted at Voltaire's harsh words and then his eyes were drawn to the young woman's sword. From his perspective, it was much too large for her. She was not built like a warrior, so why wield such a hefty blade. He would have pictured her with a refined weapon, one of grace like a rapier or that takes advantage of her size, like a dagger. He himself wore a saxe knife forged from dark steel. It was heavily enchanted to return to him if he lost it and held an air enchantment that could summon a whirlwind. His own blade, Ascension was in his room, as he didn't generally like wearing it all the time.

Glancing at the weapon, Vilkas sensed fire enchants, which further confused him. "For one so... Open, I would have pictured you with water or air as your element of choice.. Fire is much more... Brash than you seem to be. Would you mind if I take a look at your blade? I'll be gentle with it." The artificer in Vilkas was intrigued by the weapon. It was a strange design and seemed a bit malicious in nature. While the Anubis may know more about enchantments on accessories, Vilkas had years learning the trade of the smith, working with his father and grandfather at the forge, working with metals.
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