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Witness:

A young man, perched warily on a barstool.

Witness:

A small cellophane wrapped pack of raisins. Being finished.

Witness:

The saddest of sighs. He liked raisins.

The above? A series of tableaux: of all that is sad and tragic in life.

Now, feel free to come tell Jack he's being ridiculous again.

[ooc: or squee along with the mun at the new iconspace, much love to the lj fairy.]

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Amanda rather ask bar to give Jack more raisins. As an anonymous gift to a person she doesn't much care about because it will be fun to see his reaction.

Which is why that is exactly what she does. Making sure that she is fully focused on her work at the otherend of the bar when he gets them.

Immediate distrust, scanning the bar for the only person who's ever given him a gift, and no move to touch them, in case they taste of fire.

They aren't made of fire. Just regular raisins. His reaction is far more amusing then she could have expected. Perhaps her bad day has given her a mean sense of humor. Though she still acts as though her attention is on her work. Amanda has a pretty good idea who Jack of the Frost is looking for.

He doesn't see him.

Which actually induces a small sigh of relief dissappointment, though the tension doesn't leave his back.

He makes no move to touch them.

Amanda sits there reviewing the same page over and over again as she see's how long he will keep them sitting there in front of him? Will he get rid of them or save them until he can determine where they came from? These aren't questions she is dying to know but she will watch as long as she is entertained.

He doesn't answer any of them.

This isn't a part of how thing work with Belial.

Eventually, quiet tears of confusion start falling. Because there is nothing in all the worlds so terrifying as not understanding.

Oh dear. Well this isn't fun anymore. Watching him confused was fun but seeing a grown season crying is just...well...sad.

For a moment she contimplates how she is going to work this and in the end she decides to gather her paperwork up and put them in the briefcase. Casually she walks up pretending as though she hadn't just witnessed his display, "Hello Jack. So who did you hit?"

He's not a grown season. The young man on the stool looking up at her and with ice frozen on his face was brought into being only on the first snowfall of this year.

"What do you want? I hit no one."

Perhaps if Amanda understood that then she would feel a bit more guilty about what she had done. In fact she might not have tried it inthe first place. But as it stands she did.

"Oh, I thought that you like to hit people with the raisins? My mistake." shrugging casually. Even if she didn't know why he was crying she still wouldn't have said anything since he isn't likely to have told her. Or at least that is what she has come to believe.

"I do not have any."

He's sure she's mocking him, somehow, because he is acutely aware of the fact that his composure is shattered.

"And these are not safe."

Amanda looks at him a little suprised, "Why not? Bar wouldn't aerve you unsafe raisins."

"I do not know they came expressly from the bar."

Not that he really trusts it, either.

"It does not matter. I thought they were something they are not."

"Well I can tell you that I had asked bar to give you some raisins from me. You had mentioned that you enjoyed tossing them at people." finally clarifying.

He goes still.

And then in a movement remniscent to a cat arching and hissing, he's off the stool and glaring at her.

Putting her hands up in a defensive manner, "My appologies I didn't know that you would be so offened. I was just trying to help." strangely enough her words are true to an extent. That's why they make the best and most convincing lies.

The raisins vanish into his pocket. And he grins.

"I'm impressed. What have you been doing?"

She has been called worse.

What an unexpected turn.

Mischief And she is starting to remember that she enjoys it. "Oh just the usual." planning to rob a museum of a priceless treasure "Training, reading, chatting."

"How dull."

He rolls his eyes.

"How ridiculously dull."

It is possible his conviction would be a bit more convincing if he didn't still have bite marks visible on his throat.

Possible.

"It might be nice if it were dull but it can keep me rather busy." If she cared she would tell him what she has really been up to but given that it is rather painful for her to think about at the moment it's best to not care what he thinks.

Probably.

He doesn't bother with sympathy, this one.

The games as I understand them keep me busy."

"Even they will bore after a time." she admits because she does get bored eventually.

"What's your favorite game at the moment?"

A wide smirk.

"Though I do not know how to play very well."

"It just takes practice I suppose."

She lifts the breifcase, "Well I should go. I need to get back to work." oh she let the smile slip. The one that is all mischievious.

"Good night."

"Go."

Disdainful, discourteous, and mischievious.

"If you must."

With a bow and a smile she departs up the stairs to work on her plan.

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