"It's not my fault," I say in a hushed voice, "I was rushed. Everything was sudden. Just be happy I flipped the guy before he decided to off rail a train or something."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
After a slight ego deflation, I take a deep breath and look around, recognizing a face in the crowd. I can't remember her name, but remember seeing her at some point. The sparks created in her fingers confirm that she's from Sones. I hesitate before standing and walking to her table.
"Excuse me, but are you from Sones City?" I ask, not sitting down just yet.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Walking into the station, The Blade of Excile and all its shining glory was on my back as I walked down the stairs and onto the platform. I saw two mortals and felt they were different somehow when I came in there eyes were on me like I was some real bad b**** somehow I tried my best to ignore them.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
I flash a smile, noticing how she stops the sparks.
"That's where I'm from. I must have seen you around before or something," I say.
Wow. Way to sound like a complete creep, Ari.
"I mean," I take a deep breath and extend my hand for her to shake, "Ari Collins. My father's kind of the closest non-politician to the mayor. Collins Incorporated."
I notice another girl enter the station and look at us funny, as I'm sure I appear to be doing seeing as she has a big a*s sword at her back. Shaking my head, I blink a few times and look back at the girl by the table, hoping to God that I'd only seen the silver the other was packing.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I glance at the girl, automatically sensing power in her. Electricity. Hm. I'll look into that later. Might be an equal match someday. I shake Ari's hand while flashing a smile back.
"Presley West," I tell him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien