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the Project	By : theLureln Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-the Project
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Now that she'd decided to focus on her career and nothing else, Lorissa felt as if an unseen weight had been taken off her shoulders. She immersed herself in the research and assembly of her spellbook. Tabozav was thrilled with the results of her suggestions for improvements to the weird spell, he hadn't lost a single creature since her recommendations. He had praised her lavishly, particularly with her disability, which is how he viewed her lack of magic. He'd even suggested she quit working at the library however she had flatly refused to do that. She'd also informed him that the Firemind was assigning her to help a visitor from the Azorius Senate in the imminent future. The guildmage had muttered to himself at this bit of news but he wouldn't dare countermand the wishes of the dragon. Niv-Mizzet had a habit of eating those who displeased him.
            As the days passed she made slow progress on her personal project, the research required meticulous attention and there were so many possible combinations to try out that if she really stopped and thought about it she would be overwhelmed. Her focus was such that she didn't hear the approach of two men until they were practically upon her, and she didn't bother raising her head even then since she was generally left to her own devices by the other employees of the library.
            "Archivist deCar, the great Niv-Mizzet has seen fit to assign you to oversee a...guest from the Azorius Senate," one of them intoned in a bored voice, breaking her concentration and forcing her to look up to acknowledge their presence.
            Lorissa felt her mouth fall open when her amber gaze locked with a disbelieving hazel blue one. Venser, her parents' houseguest, stood before her in all his masculine glory. He was dressed in another outfit she recognized as belonging to the High Judges, the white and blue tunic emphasizing the impressive breadth of his shoulders. Again she was struck by how solid he was, he looked like a blacksmith or a warrior, not a scholar. In her astonishment she blurted out, "What are you doing here?"
            The man with Venser sniffed at her disdainfully. "As I said, he is a guest of our liege, entrusted to your dubious care. Good day, deCar."
            They both stared after his rapidly retreating form before Venser muttered, "What a rude thing to say," his expression dark with irritation.
            Lorissa waved a dismissive hand. "Never mind him, I'm used to it. I had no idea you were coming here, mom didn't mention it to me."
            Then again she wouldn't, Salinda took her loyalty to the Senate seriously, placing it above all things except the lives of her family. Lorissa couldn't fault her for it, but she was still unsettled. Venser was a nice enough guy, but her attraction to him was annoying and most likely a rebound of sorts. Jace had left her confused and made her wary of men. She really wanted to avoid them for a while, and yet here she was forced to assist an incredibly handsome one. She understood why Niv-Mizzet had chosen her for the task, given her relationship to the Azorius, but she didn't like it one bit.
            Venser was equally astonished to see the feisty little brunette and his body had gone into a slow burn the second he recognized her. Even though it had been several days since her visit to the deCar house, he could still recall her naked body with vivid clarity, his cock swelling in reaction. "Yeah, she didn't tell me you’d be here either," he finally replied in as neutral a tone as possible considering how hard and ready he was.
            He sincerely wondered whether or not he’d be able to focus on the task at hand while she was in proximity. It had been an age since he’d indulged himself physically, with a partner that is. He’d taken the edge off only hours ago after all, thanks to the female in front of him. He was a healthy guy, suppressing such a recent sighting of an attractive naked woman was difficult to do. And once his memory surfaced it was laughably easy for his imagination to kick in and take over, to give in to his mind’s desire, his body craving release.
            To stop that dangerous line of thought, he reflected back on his odd meeting with the Guildmaster of the Izzet League this morning. Salinda was concerned with his continuing loss of memory and while the Senate had access to a great deal of doctrine for law, it was the League that held a large portion of information regarding magic. The Parun was incredibly old and had a habit of storing everything he researched, no matter how trivial. Thus his library was extensive; some might even say exhaustive. She had been of the opinion that Venser might find something to help jog his memory in one of the League’s books. So she had sent a missive to Nivix and had been delighted to report the dragon had immediately granted a visitation to him.
            As he’d made his way to the appointment with the Izzet leader, Salinda had explained to him that even though he wasn’t a member of the Azorius Senate, he was still representing them since he was more or less under their protection. The Guilds on Ravnica had a complicated, tense relationship and he quickly understood there could be backlash against Salinda if he did anything to anger the League. He’d been feeling guilty and unnerved as he was led into the dragon’s presence. He hadn’t been completely honest with his hostess and he felt bad about that. Her family was kind and had generously taken him in during his recovery; it seemed despicable not to tell her he was aware of most of his past. Just not the very important area concerning his end of days. He clearly recalled granting Karn his spark; he should by all rights be dead now.
            Niv-Mizzet had been waiting for him in his full draconic splendor, his reptilian visage impressive and impassive as Venser was announced by the guild mage who had led him into the chamber. Venser didn’t like dragons; his interactions with them had admittedly been limited but he’d had the great misfortune to capture the attention of Nicol Bolas and a more evil entity had never existed. For the sake of power, that leviathan would sacrifice anything and everything to get what he wanted. Niv’s expression was far more serene than Nicol’s had ever been, but that offered Venser little comfort as the two of them took each other’s measure while the guild mage exited the room.
            “So, soujourner, voyager, or perhaps I should refer to you as Walker…Salinda deCar tells me you have lost your memory and need my help searching for something to return it,” the Parun mused by way of greeting, blindsiding Venser with that casual observation.
            The man had taken care to control the shock he was feeling, working hard to keep his own face neutral. So, the dragon knew something about Planeswalkers. And clearly knew who some of them were as well, if he had recognized Venser’s name. He shouldn’t have been too surprised; Salinda had told him the dragon was thousands of years old. His own experience with Nicol Bolas had shown him how terrifyingly shrewd and intelligent the creatures were. He would have to move cautiously until he could figure out what the dragon’s angle was.
            “Greetings Parun of the Izzet League,” he politely replied, bending into a respectful bow while carefully reviewing how to reveal nothing. “Salinda is graciously allowing me to stay with her family while I attempt to uncover the truth about my past. She thought if anyone might have access to the information I needed, it would be you.”
            The Dracogenius let out an amused cackle at the pretty evasion; no lies were spoken but no information really given either. “I am familiar with the deCar family; a fascinating lot…for humans. That being said, I am not one to simply lend out the use of my library. Out of respect for a servant of Isperia I agreed to this meeting; but that alone. If you wish to use my facilities you are welcome to, for a price.”
            Ah greed, Venser thought. A universal trait among dragons it seemed. He needed to tread very carefully here. “That is generous of you Guildmaster. I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer in terms of recompense; I woke up here with no belongings to my name.”
            The Firemind lazily flapped a wing in dismissal. “I’m not interested in something so mundane as material goods. Rather, you may freely access all that I own, in exchange for a favor of my choosing to be named in the future.”
            Venser could think of a million reasons why that was a terrible thing to agree to, but at the moment his options were minimal. Nonexistent really. With a sigh and a feeling of dread, he had reluctantly agreed to the dragon’s terms, his sense of foreboding growing as the Parun had smiled at him in pleasure before calling for an attendant to take him down to the library.
            That was how he’d found himself face to face with Lorissa, apparently in her care for the time being. “I had no idea you, uh, worked here.”
            “More like slave here,” she replied with a laugh, gesturing at the various piles of materials surrounding her on the desk. “Although in this case, I was actually working on something in my spare time. Niv-Mizzet must have sensed I was on a break.”
            He smiled, charmed by her laugh, and rambled, “Your Senate is in the mother.”
            She frowned in confusion and he fought down the urge to flee when he realized what he’d said. He cleared his throat and quickly amended, “That is, your mother is in the Senate. How did you end up here?”
            “Oh that,” she waved a hand nonchalantly, smile back in place to melt his mind to mush again. “Both of my parents believe strongly in free will when it comes to leading one’s life. They would have liked if I went into one of their guilds, but I wanted to make my own way and they respect that.”
            Venser did as well and realized it would be quite easy to get distracted by her. She was clever, resourceful and unconsciously sensual, her body language intuitive and expressive in a way that promised she would be a lavishly sexual partner. He held up an insignia the dragon had given him. “What is this, like a hall pass or something?”
            Lorissa snorted and said, “Basically. It gives you free access to anything in Nivix.”
            To which comment he got a rather graphic visual image that would be the foundation for some filthy fantasies later. He would love to have every inch of her at his disposal to touch, lick, bite and fuck as he pleased.

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            In the depths of his chambers, Niv-Mizzet snorted to himself as he listened to the exchange between the visitor and his archivist through the insignia Venser carried. The man seemed like a bumbling idiot around her and yet, there was something about him that the dragon found intriguing. He knew little of the man other than his name, his study into the planar traveling beings was far from complete or detailed even with the contacts he was establishing thanks to the assistance of his henchman. Normally humans were beneath his consideration but there were a handful of beings that wielded incredible power, such as Jace, that he took an interest in. His instincts told him that this Venser was of a similar vein and worth investigating in person as a side project if nothing else. The Parun had reached his status through many avenues and an ability to recognize and cultivate pawns was among those tactics.
            Putting this man with his little librarian had the added bonus of finding her a partner after the colossal flop of pairing her with the Living Guildpact. It would not net him nearly as much influence, but he found that the thought did not bother him when he would succeed at seeing to the future of his pet project.
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