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Alex. Booth. Tea. Book. Add one unimaginative mun and you come up with a terrible entrance post.

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[shadowmen.livejournal.com]

A girl wanders up and sits down across from him, smiling.

"Hello."

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He looks mildly confused.

"Um. Hello?"

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"Hi."

She grins.

"I'm Discordia."

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"Alex."

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"I know."

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He blinks.

"What?"

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She giggles.

"Nothing. Would you like a drink?"

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He looks rather confused.

"Um. What are you?"

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She giggles again.

"I'm just me. Here, have some wine."

And there's a bottle of wine there. Maybe it's always been there. She pours two glasses and offers one to Alex, taking a sip from her own glass.

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He still looks rather confused.

"Um. Thanks."

It's good wine. An old Tortallan vintage, from his own fief of Tirragen.

"So."

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She smiles brightly.

"I like to play games. Do you like to play games, Alex?"

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"Depends on what sort of games, really."

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She toys with her wine, running her finger around the rim of the glass.

"All sorts of games. Games that make you happysadhurtcrylovedie. Games that bleed. Games of the crack of bone and the burn of ice and the thrill of the hunt."

A bright smile.

"Have you ever been hunted, Alex?"

[balletrat]

*Add a small dragon, and it gets slightly more imaginative . . .*

Hullo, Alex!

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Alex blinks at the small purple dragon.

"Um."

[balletrat]

*The small purple dragon beams back. Well, as much as a purple dragon can beam.*

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"... Meg?!"

[balletrat]

*The dragon giggles. This may be slightly disconcerting.*

Good pickup!

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Alex staaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.

"Meg? Why are you a dragon?"

[balletrat]

It's just a temporary thing, *Meg-the-dragon says cheerfully.* 'cause. You know. Flying is fun!

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Blinkblinkstaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare.

"Um. Actually, I don't know. People don't tend to fly where I come from. At least not unGifted people like me."

[balletrat]

A fair few people can fly here, *Meg informs him, and turns a lazy air somersault.* Not me, usually.

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Alex is still of the staaaaaaaaaring.

He says the first thing that enters his head.

"You're a very pretty dragon."

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles, and does a sort of dragonish bow.* It's better'n being a butterfly, that's for sure. 'cause. Not as stupid.

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...

More staring.

"You were a butterfly?"