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Filler: Sidestory Part 1

February 28th, 2013, 11:00 am

I Say...

Hazumirein says,

OKAY. Being that school and work have literally been eating my life for the past week or two (actually, it's mostly just my stupid marketing class and the fact that the professor gives us a million assignments at once and doesn't explain any of them adequately and IT IS REALLY STRESSFUL and I hate everything), clearly I don't have a page for you AGAIN.

So, instead, I'm pulling out a little DC side story I wrote awhile ago that's meant to take place somewhere between chapters 17 and 19--so, around now--and I never actually put in the comic because it's mostly irrelevant to the actual plot and would have taken up like an entire chapter. But, it'll serve as some filler to keep you occupied for a couple days because it doesn't look like there'll be a Monday update either, considering that I work like a bajillion hours this weekend (actually it's probably only like 20 but add in the commute and such and it's a lot).

Anyway, see the comment below for the first part of the story. The plot basically boils down to...Riza thinks too hard sometimes, and Dae doesn't like people making assumptions about him much more than he likes talking about himself.

I'll probably post the rest on Saturday and Monday.

Disclaimer: I am not and likely never will be that great a writer :P

Hazumirein says,


Nirako giggled at what was apparently something funny that Daemian had just said, though Riza couldn’t for the life of her imagine the boy doing something like making a joke. The Dreamer leaned against the wall just inside the Base’s porch door, watching the two of them converse. They were sitting on the wall at the edge of the patio, talking as close to animatedly as Dae and Nirako could get. Riza couldn’t actually hear what they were saying, so she excused her presence with the thought that she wasn’t actually eavesdropping… just observing.
It was interesting, for lack of a better word. It wasn’t an obvious thing, but there was certainly a different air about Daemian when he was with her. Luna had been right; he was actually happier.
Riza frowned absently as she watched the old friends talk--assuming that was really all they were. She couldn’t decide. If nothing else, it was obvious enough that Daemian was a bit fonder of the ninja girl than he cared to admit. She wasn’t sure exactly how Nirako felt, but Riza couldn’t help but think that maybe they at least deserved a
chance. Or something.
An idea had been nagging at the back of her mind recently, and as much as she hated it, the half-wolf couldn’t deny that it might be the right thing to do. After all, she might have pulled him off the streets, but in the long run this Dreamer stuff wasn’t really any of Dae’s concern. He didn’t need to be involved, especially just by being around. And if this girl that he grew up with had a home to go back to, which she’d mentioned she had, well…maybe it was better if they
both went back there.
Riza waited until after dinner that evening. To accompany the (probably?) deer steaks that Luna had brought home and Xan had nearly burnt to a crisp, Nirako made some kind of elfish salad with dried berries and apples in it and a sweet dressing, which was, Riza had to admit, delicious. How she could do such a thing as prepare food without being able to see, however, was beyond the half-wolf’s comprehension. In fact, how she did most things as gracefully as she did without the aid of her vision was hard to understand. Riza just chalked it up to the ninja training and being an elf.
She was just a little too perfect, sometimes. If nothing else, Riza understood what he saw in her.
After they’d eaten, it was Daemian and Riza who were left to clean up the dishes, since neither of them had cooked (“If you really want to call Xan’s almost burning the food and probably the Base down ‘cooking’,” Dae had grumbled). Xan ran outside to play with his fire sprites and Featherscales in the dark--he claimed it was more fun that way--Luna headed out for another short hunt (“Might as well get a head start on dinner for tomorrow.”), and Nirako, thankfully, retreated to the dome on the roof to practice her “scary ninja skillz” as Riza liked to call them.
They collected the dishes, brought them to the sink, and began washing (well, Riza was drying; Dae wound up doing the washing). Riza couldn’t help but shift a bit uncomfortably as she dried a glass. She wasn’t quite sure she was ready to have the conversation she was about to initiate. Not that that was going to stop her now.
“Hey, Da--”
“Dammit, this is the last time we let Xan cook the food
on the plates,” Daemian complained as he scrubbed furiously at a dish. “This stuff won’t come off.”
Riza blinked at the interruption, and smiled a bit sadly. She’d actually miss the whining.
He glanced at her, cocking an eyebrow at her expression. “What’s that look for?”
“What?” Riza jumped slightly. “Oh, nothing, I was just thinking…”
“Oh really? About what?” he asked offhandedly as he continued to scrub at the plate.
“Uh…” Riza began, biting her lip absently. She might as well get this over with. “It’s just--well--actually, I need to talk to you.”
“Isn’t that what you’re doing?” Dae replied.
She laughed. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. But seriously, we need to talk.”
He raised the eyebrow again, but shrugged and continued washing, albeit less furiously. “Alright, fine then. What about?”
“Well…” Riza tried, somewhat unsure of how to begin. “I’ve…been doing some thinking, I guess, since Nirako came here…”