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the Project	By : theLureln Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic the Gathering characters or settings, anything else is mine. This story is not being written for profit.

Chapter List
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When Lorissa woke the next morning, she felt refreshed and yet strangely sore. She wasn’t sure why that might be; she couldn’t recall exerting herself that much at the party. Although once she thought back on the night, she couldn’t remember getting into bed either. She did, however, remember her erotic dream about Jace with vivid clarity and she blushed, burying her head under the covers as the images danced around in her brain. Why oh why did she keep fantasizing about him? Yes he had beautiful eyes, a nice body, talented hands, a mouth that could make her scream for days…
With a sigh she quickly flipped off the covers and jumped out of bed before that line of thinking could develop any further. She got ready for work and reminded herself to pick up Nix later that evening, since he was still at her parents’ place. Despite telling herself that she was remaining neutral in regards to Jace, she still dressed carefully in case he happened to visit Nivix. It never hurt a girl’s confidence to look her best.
When she stepped out of the house, Venser was walking down the street to meet up with her. She was delighted to see he’d brought Nix with him; it saved her a trip later. Her Pride of the Clouds lion let out a bellowing cough of greeting and trotted over to her, nearly knocking her down as he nuzzled her. She laughed and scratched his ears before opening the door to her place and letting him inside.
As she closed the door behind her, she saw Venser’s head whip to the side and she paused in surprise before understanding hit. He’d been checking her out while her back was turned. She supposed her clothes were a bit more form fitting and revealing than usual; thanks to her brothers she knew how visual the male of the species was. She couldn’t help recalling the kiss they had shared, but a whole slew of complicated feelings reared up with that memory so she tamped it down and smiled at him. “Thank you for bring Nix home, it saves me a trip.”
Venser, who was embarrassed at having been almost caught ogling her in her tight pants and top, reluctantly returned his gaze to her and tried not to stare as he said, “It was no problem since I was headed over here anyway. Your parents were surprised when he barreled in the door last night.”
“Yeah, I had to go to a party for emissaries and I couldn’t bring him with me. I wasn’t sure how late it was going to run and rather than leave him home alone I thought he’d be better off there,” she replied as they began walking to Nivix together.
“How was it,” Venser asked, before frowning thoughtfully and adding, “Assuming you are allowed to talk about it with me.”
“I don’t think I’m not allowed to,” she said, although she wasn’t certain. Ral was a thorough individual though, she had a feeling he’d have mentioned if it was off limits to discuss. “It was interesting; there were people from all of the guilds there but no fighting. Well, I left early but up until then there wasn’t any trouble. It was actually refreshing to see all of the factions interacting peacefully for once.”
“It was probably due to the limited amount of attendees. People tend to lose intelligence as their numbers grow,” Venser wryly observed, and she was inclined to agree.
Lorissa asked him how his night was and they traded small talk the entire way. She always felt comfortable with him; conversations between them were effortless and generally without stress. Since the kiss she had been aware of an underlying tension between them; she knew he was waiting on her even though she had been clear about her intentions. She had watched him during his research over the last several months; he was an intensely driven man with a brilliant mind; not at all the type to give up. Apparently his new plan was the waiting game; she couldn’t tell him what to do but she felt bad about it nonetheless.
When they arrived at Tabozav’s lab, she was startled to find Ral Zarek there waiting for her. She had no idea he came in so early; let alone why he was there. “Good morning,” she said, although it sounded like a question more than a greeting.
Ral gazed at them dispassionately, his eyes flicking over Venser as the two of them drew even with him. His eyebrow slowly arched up, as if to question what they were doing arriving together.
Before Lorissa could mumble out an explanation, Venser stepped into the line of fire. “I’m a friend of the family.”
As an account, it was both brief and terse, the very nature of it not inviting further questioning. Ral’s eyes narrowed on the other man. He really had nothing against Venser or Lorissa for that matter. In fact, he was much more in favor of them being paired up than seeing her with Jace; for multiple reasons. But he didn’t care for the arrogant fierceness the man was displaying; it was unnecessary and disrespectful, tempting the Storm Mage to put him in his place.
“How nice,” he said, the tone of his voice implying it was anything but, the air around him beginning to take on a heavy feeling as energy responded to his agitation.
Venser stiffened as he sensed Ral’s power, his own beginning to rise in answer. He was astonished to note this type of magic emitted a signature similar to his own; there was yet another Planeswalker on this plane. What was here then, that drew others of his kind?
Ral noted the dawning realization in Venser’s eyes and cursed himself for his slip of temper. He had not intended to reveal what he had become; anymore than he wanted to acknowledge what Venser was. The less people who knew of their nature the better; in this instance he should have been particularly careful to hide what he was. He quickly doused his power and gestured at Lorissa in an attempt to forestall any questions from the other man. “If you don’t mind, I need to have a word with Archivist deCar.”
Venser noted the evasion, but could hardly press the matter in front of her unless he wanted to disclose what he was. He didn’t think she was prepared for such a revelation, nor was their friendship on solid enough ground to survive it. He hadn’t opened up about his nature to many people and most of them had been Planeswalkers themselves. “By all means,” he finally muttered with a curt nod. “I do think we should have our own conversation later though.”
Ral gave him a tight smile of acknowledgement and then steered Lorissa to the other side of the lab, his hand firmly holding her elbow. When they were a sufficient distance away to ensure privacy, he said, “There are some requests that need to be reviewed before submitting them to the Living Guildpact this evening. I have left them on your desk in the library.”
What a tactless way to ask her to help him out; although now that the position was hers so was the work that accompanied it. Whether she wanted it or not. “I’ll start on it as soon as I am finished in the lab.”
He nodded his understanding and then his eyes took on a sharp, curious look. “Are you feeling better now? You seemed on edge last night at the party.”
They both knew she’d been in the grip of sexual desire, although Ral hadn’t let on he was aware of it. And unlike Lorissa, he did know what had caused it. He still couldn’t quite believe Jace had used his powers on her in that way, although at the time it had appeared to be an instinctual response on the Mind Adept’s part rather than a conscious choice. It was still an alarming lapse in self control from a being with incredible power and thus concerning to Ral.
Lorissa flushed as she recalled the night before but managed to keep her voice steady as she said, “Yep, all better now. Must have just been the stress of attending an emissary gathering for the first time.”
She sincerely hoped it was also the last gathering she had to attend; she needed to arrange a meeting with the Living Guildpact so she could have her status revoked.
Ral, although he had no right to ask her anything about her personal life in general, casually asked, “Did you have any visitors last night after the party? Or was it a boring night in?”
She was floored by the casual personal question; the Storm mage literally had no past connections with her outside of being in the same guild and did not strike her as the type to make small talk. Still, now that they had to work together as emissaries maybe he was trying to pave the way for a comfortable working relationship. Given his personality it didn’t seem likely, but she couldn’t think up any other reason. “Um, no. I went to bed not long after I got home.”
Ral was relieved to hear it; it implied the man was more in control than he’d seemed to be last night. He didn’t think Jace would be foolish enough to go after her while dressed as the Living Guildpact since the Mind Sculptor hadn’t told her the truth about her promotion yet. “When you’re finished with the paperwork bring it by my lab.”
He nodded once to Venser and Tabozav, who at some point had finally managed to tear his attention away from the experiment he was working on and was now scowling in Ral’s direction. Then he hastily retreated without another word, having no intention of ever setting up a private chat with Venser.
Lorissa watched him depart, faintly smiling at not only his abrupt exit but also the arrogant manner in which he had decreed she would bring him the papers. He was an odd person; fluctuating between brilliant and obtuse when it came to social situations. She suspected he would make a good friend though; he seemed as loyal as he was intense. She wasn’t looking forward to doing more work, although she was admittedly curious as to what sort of complaints people would present to a ruling body over the guild factions. And on the bright side she could ask to go with Ral when he met up with the Living Guildpact later; requesting an introduction to her boss was perfectly within the realms of normalcy.
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