Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz Colorado Springs, CO Early-mid November Of course I don't have money for a cab, Stella looked at him with guarded eyes, raising an eyebrow at what she thought was a silly suggestion. I left it all on the table for damage control. They haven't had that much excitement since Grandma Mei almost beat Adrian for trying to play grab-ass with her granddaughter... And that was last winter. A small smile appeared on her lips as the memory played back in her mind, almost laughing out loud as she remembered wooden chopsticks flying through the air, and a very small, very angry Chinese woman mouthing off to Adrian in a rapid mix of Mandarin and English. At the time he'd had a different bodyguard, another Dreg who was much easier to refuse than Rowena. It was a wonder that he was still allowed at the Jasmine Cafe trouble always seemed to stir when Adrian came into town from California for his winter sporting trips, but she suspected it had to do with the fact that his last name was Ellison. She fake-scoffed as Ric held up the bag of leftover Chinese food, saying, Why are you giving that to me? Aren't you going to shovel it down into that cave of a stomach of yours? But she walked forward and grabbed the bag from Ric's fingers anyway, knowing it was likely Frank who packed it up for her. The guy was sweet, he really was, and Stella liked that he was easy to talk to. He was a great listener, magically talented for someone in the working class of Society, and he was the closest thing to a 'close friend' that she'd had in a while. The point of moving out to Colorado was so that she didn't have to involve herself in Council politics, and it was a breath of fresh air to be around people who didn't want to talk about new policies or amending orders, or even changes in prison security. That wasn't her job. At least, not yet. She didn't even know what being a monarch entailed as it was one of the highly guarded secrets of the magical world. It could be exactly what they all thought it wasa position for a pretty face to fill, attending various government events of the Normals and serving as the ambassador for the Tenor it could be something completely different. Something totally amazing. Hell, she didn't know she would have been happy if they told her to sit on her ass and watch Netflix all day long. Perfect. Teleportation's not really out of the question, Stella explained as she started walking down the strip mall, turning her head as she talked to her bodyguard. It's just that I don't like startling the Normals with things they don't like seeing. This is a pretty quiet city, and not a lot of us she used her hands to gesture towards Ric and herself live here. I mean, there's Frank and his family, but you saw them. They own a Chinese place and he goes to college. They live normal lives. The word 'normal' was, of course, used in relation to the lives that the Normals led. She was more than aware that the families of the Ten, as well as the upper class warlocks and witches not of royal heritage, lived their lives in grandeur. It made her curious about the kind of life Ric had before he was locked up. The both of them reached the major road where the shopping area branched off of, and Stella took a left, heading away from the commercial areas and toward the housing subdivision that she knew extended quite a long ways in the direction they were headed. But it wasn't the neighborhood she was aiming for it was the large wooded area across the street, roughly a mile down the road. I'm careful to teleport where no one can see me. What if we just disappeared right here? We'd probably cause some poor soul to get in an accident. Stella nodded to the nearest car, a vehicle that whizzed past them as it cut another driver off. Car horns blared. Well, not him. Prius drivers don't need any help getting in accidents. She had no idea how much Ric kept up with the modern world, but she chuckled quietly at her own joke, feeling slightly better than before. Still pouty, but... better. And I thought my dad told you...? You're not flat broke anymore, seeing as you have access to the Durante funds now. Limited, obviously, but there you go. See? Your job isn't all that bad. Stella turned to smirk at him, teasing him lightly as she said, I'd tell you that you could buy some better clothes, but I don't want to ruin the 'mystique.' And no trips to Paris either, okay? The family money isn't for financing your freaky public sexcapades. She looked forward again only to roll her eyes, although she did crack a smile. Maybe it was alright to sate a little bit of her curiosity. How'd you meet Rowena anyway?