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Characters: Wendy and Gawain
Date/Time: Evening/Sept 15
Location: On the streets/Lincoln, Nebraska
Rating: TBD but probably PG-13 at least
Warnings: Language with a possibility of violence
Summary: Premature revelation



Her sisters were on the move, but she was stuck in fucking Lincoln. She needed to get north, but that damn security camera picked her up and now she was having to delay leaving. These yokel cops would grow bored soon enough and then she could boost a car and hit the road. Meanwhile, she hoped Vivien wasn't going to be too pissed.

Amazingly enough, though her description had been plastered all over the local news she hadn't been stopped once for questioning. Maybe it was that she didn't act guilty. She wasn't. She had only been doing as her nature demanded. See? It was natural. Nod, nod. She's had to stifle those urges for the moment if she wanted to continue on which sucked! But there she was, wearing clothing bought with stolen money and snapping away on a piece of gum as she headed for the convenience store to buy a pack of smokes with that stolen money. Damn but those old folks were rich!


[*lyrics: Ludo - Love Me Dead]

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He needed a walk outside. Work had been busy, and he had been reliving moments from his dreams all day long. Being a Knight of the Goddess, he was used to dreaming about women, both mortal and divine, in a variety of situations. Frenzied laughter, a tangle of gossamer gowns, and an ineffable sense of dread when he beheld these dream women, however, led to many a restless night--and afternoon--the last few days. News of the riot at the local retirement center only increased his tension. He had better watch out for himself and for those he loved.

As he approached a convenience store on the sidewalk, he noticed a tall, lanky redhead approaching from the opposite direction. Even in the light rain that was falling this evening, she had a presence that made him stop dead in his tracks. He felt his heart racing. Was this what he had been expecting?

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She felt something. The snapping of the gum slowed as she looked around, her brows lowering. Her long, exposed legs lessened their pace right in the middle of the street she was crossing causing some blaring of horns and screeching tires. She sensed...someone.

Then she saw him. Oh he was pretty, wasn't he! A grin formed on her face around the chewing of her gum and drivers started yelling at her to get out of the damn road.

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Despite the sound of horns and shouts from irate drivers, he remained transfixed by her presence. He had no doubt. She matched the police description perfectly. She had been responsible for the riot ... and for his disturbing dreams. A terrible power emanated from her, the kind that led decent people to do unspeakable things.

Though he was terrified of her (and being a real knight, he would never deny his fear), he was also intrigued. He sensed a lust growing within him, a kind he had not felt for some time. Shakily, he made eye contact with her and touched the brim of his Greek fisherman's cap.

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Oh very nice! The power in that reaction! Mmmmm, Vivien would be pleased as punch! Not to mention their lord.

Her grin became a pleased smile and she sauntered around the stopped cars as if she didn't see them towards the lucious power source. "Hi." She put that special touch into her voice.

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"Evening," he replied, trying to quell the quiver in his voice. "That's quite a show-stopping routine you have there. At least traffic-stopping," he added with a tight smile.

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Oh you have no idea!

She didn't stop walking until she was right in his dance space, reaching a hand out to see if that chest was as nice as it looked. Her fingers trailed over it lightly, her eyes watching it.

"It's not my fault."

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"I'm sure it isn't," he said, shuddering at the touch of her fingers on his chest. Why deny it? The sensation was marvelous.

"But I suppose you think rules exist to be broken. Am I right?"

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She gave a throaty chuckle, lifting her eyes back to look right into his. "Something like that."

Her lips were parted sensually. What to do, what to do? There was power here that's for sure, but she'd need to access it. The trick was cracking the nut.

"What's your name, sugar?"

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He hesitated. He had read enough folktales to know the potential danger of giving out one's name. Perhaps in time he could give out the name from this life, but he had no intention of revealing his Arthurian identity.

He flashed his best James Bond smile, complete with cocked eyebrow. "Who wants to know?"

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Her grin lifted as she leaned into him a bit more. "I'm Wendy." Hey, hey. Goodbye. Tomorrow Wendy you're going to die. That song was immediately stuck in her head. Good thing she liked it.

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He smiled a genuine smile now. "Wendy. A good name for you. I knew a heroine named Wendy, and she was a Darling as well."

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She laughed, her hand flat against his chest now. "First star on the left and straight on 'til morning, baby." She grinned up at him. "Buy me a drink."

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"Surely," he said. "This convenience store must have a good selection of bottled water and pop."

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Her brows lifted a little before she burst into laughter that held just an edge of manic to it.

"Not the kind of drink I was thinking of, stud."

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"I figured as much, but I only wanted to make sure," he said. Though still desperately uncomfortable, he no longer felt the sheer terror he had experienced a few moments ago. He was convinced she had some connection to all the strange happenings of the last three months, and he intended to learn more. He found himself wishing for the magic girdle ....

"Name your poison, babe."

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She ran her hand over his chest and pushed at him with the power, the influence she and her sisters could tap into.

"Scotch. Neat." She leaned up towards him to put her lips just out of touching range of his. "Now."

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"Very well, then. I believe this establishment can get you a Scotch, neat," he said, gesturing at a bar close to the convenience store.

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She smiled brightly and helped herself to his arm. "You never did tell me your name, sugar."

She started them towards the bar he'd indicated, her hips bumping against his slightly with every other step.

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Gallantly holding her arm, he weighed his options. Few things made him feel worse than lying, even when trying to protect someone. However, he definitely needed to protect himself here.

They approached the front door of the bar, and a sudden flash of inspiration came to him. A wry smile formed on his lips as he looked down at her.

"You can call me ... Nigel."

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She looked up at him and knew he was lying. That was all right. It just took another chink out of his armor, opening himself up to her power. Lying was a vice after all and that was her realm of expertise.

She chuckled and leaned against him playfully. "All right...Nigel."

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It was curious ... as soon as he uttered the false name, he could sense an ineffable power emanating from her. The sense of dread began to return. She had already caused one riot, and at a place where riots don't normally occur. Here in a bar, on Open Night Thursday, nearly anything could happen. He needed to handle the next few minutes very carefully.

He opened the door for her and bowed slightly. "After you, milady."

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She giggled for the bow and bounced a little on her toes. She was feeling energized from just that little bit! Oh he would be a feast for her master!

"C'mon, baby! Let's have some fun." She took his hand and bounced into the bar, pulling him with her.

Oh this place was perfect! Everyone was already imbibing, lusting, bitter. It was all here. It wasn't a challenge, but she had her challenge in her hand right behind her.

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He surveyed the loud, rowdy establishment. The bar scene had never been his scene, but for once he felt easier here than he would be out on one of his walks, alone with the femme fatale seductively gripping his arm.

His mind was racing, figuring what to do next. He saw an empty table in a corner and guided them toward it. Pulling out a chair for her, he bowed again. "Please."

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She giggled again and snapped her gum as she swept into the chair, grinning up at him. "Scotch. Not whiskey. Neat." She winked at him then set her chin in her hands, her elbows on the table.

She'd already gotten a look around briefly, looking for the perfect fuse to lit. She thinks she spotted it, but she'll have to wait to get a better look while "Nigel" got her drink.

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He nodded at her and walked toward the bar to order their drinks. He made sure to order himself something non-alcoholic, as he needed to remain sober. He surreptitiously noted escape routes: the front door, a hallway down one side that probably led to restrooms, another hallway that led to what looked like a manager's office, a large bay window overlooking the pool tables.

He turned back to her and winked.

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She blew him a kiss then once he looked away she went back to scanning the crowd. There. Yes. She'd been right. Perfect. Oh, perfect! Now all she had to do was bide her time.

It didn't take long. The girl got up from her table where she sat with the big mean looking guy. She headed for the hallway with the bathrooms and Wendy gave it a count to ten before getting up herself.

Her hands landed on "Nigel's" shoulders and her voice was right by his ear, her ah...assets...pressed against his back. "I gotta visit the little girl's room, sugar. Be right back."

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"Of course," he replied, trying to calm his growing arousal. He watched her walk toward the hallway with the bathrooms ... and also realized that there was a dance floor area. A few people were already out on it. This gave him an idea ....

He leaned toward the bartender and asked if there was a jukebox or karaoke machine in the house.

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The bartender nodded towards a corner where a jukebox sat with half its lights out. Gawain's drink order was put in front of him and the overpriced cost was grunted out.

The girl Wendy had followed into the bathroom came out a few minutes later going back towards her table. Gawain for some reason caught her attention and she glanced at him, showing off a recent cut over her cheekbone. She frowned, ducked her head and kept going at a more swift pace.

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Trying his best to ignore the girl who just glanced at him, Gawain paid for the two drinks and took them back to the table. He looked across at the jukebox in the corner and wondered if the plan formulating in his mind was remotely feasible ....

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She emerged from the hallway with a smile on her face and a saunter to her stride. Spotting "Nigel" she went towards him, invading his personal space entirely by pressing up against him, her hand on his chest and the other reaching for her drink.

"Did you see that girl?" She chuckled as she took a drink. "I can't believe she lets her old man treat her like that! You should have heard her in the bathroom."

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Gawain tried to remain neutral, despite having her body pressed against his, and her attempt to stir him to rash action against the possibly abused girl's "old man."

He took a sip of his club soda. "Makes you wonder why she doesn't just leave the clown. Some women seem to thrive on abuse. I've never understand it." He looked at Wendy out of the corner of his eye. "So ... Wendy ... what do you do for a living?"

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She hadn't expected him to go to the girl's rescue with just that. He was power. It meant he had more control over himself than that. Which was why she played a bit of a hand on the girl while they were in the bathroom.

She had slipped her arm around his waist as she gulped her drink, her attention turning back to the couple being discussed. A chance pulse of the lights could be blamed for her eyes flashing subtly.

She looked back up at "Nigel" with a grin at his question just as shouting began at the table with the couple. "This." She lifted her glass as if that were what she was talking about but then the slab of meat over there bitch slapped the girl, knocking her back off her feet.

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Sensing a connection between Wendy and the ensuing fight, he said, "Cause fights? An aspiring political talk show host, are you?" He took a large swallow of his club soda and extricated himself from her grip.

He strode nonchalantly toward the downed girl and the big guy, as if ready to take on the latter ... but then took a quick turn and crossed to the jukebox in the corner, withdrawing some coins from his pocket.

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She watched him seemingly head for the fight with an eagerness, anticipating the power about to be unleashed then gaped as he turned away from them. A sneer formed on her lips quickly after and she slammed the drink, placing the glass back on the bar with a clunk. "..son of a bitch.." Apparently these godlings were harder nuts to crack than she thought.

The bruiser was still yelling at the girl who was sobbing and shouting back from the floor. This had to escalate and now! There were plenty of other guys watching with a lot less willpower than "Nigel" there.

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She shouldn't be doing this. She was pushing herself precisely how Asclepius didn't want her to as well as opening herself up to powers that she hadn't identified yet, but she knew Gawain was in trouble.

Scrying with Water wasn't difficult. Communicating through it and light was going to leave her exhausted. When Gawain reached the jukebox it was her face and eyes superimposed over that of Stevie Nicks on the music selection.

Gawain! Please let this have worked! Gawain, you must get out of there! It isn't safe and power is backbuilding. Get out. Now!

Great minds think alike! Just listened to Stevie Nicks' new album earlier this afternoon!

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Gawain was about to insert coins into the old jukebox ... but found himself doing a massive double take. Was that who he thought it was reflected in the grimy glass? Yes, it most definitely was Nimue, and she looked panicked. He couldn't tell what she was saying, but he could tell she was trying to warn him.

He surreptitiously blew a kiss to her to acknowledge the warning. Acting as if nothing unusual had happened, he inserted the coins and selected "Landslide." He then ducked toward the hallway with the bathrooms, hoping there was a back door.

Heee! Nimue will no longer be replying so tag as normal.

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Fortune would have it that there was a fire exit at the end of the hallway with the exit light broken.

Wendy felt more than saw her target dart for escape and whirled her head around with a snarl. She stood in the middle of the bar with the fight beginning in earnest, her hands fisted.

"No!" Shoving someone away from her she bolted after him.

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He darted down the hallway, and much to his relief, discovered a fire exit at the end. He pushed open the door with all his might and raced into the rear parking lot, startling a group of smokers standing nearby.

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She burst out of the door not long after him startling the same said smokers but the waves of influence coming off of her sends them immediately into a frenzy of violence and lust.

"You!" She wasn't talking to the smokers.

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He heard her shouting behind him, but continued running out of the parking lot and back to the street. If he could get back to the bookstore, he might stand a chance ....

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She couldn't leave the power build up she was getting here on the off chance she could run him down and set him off. She snarled in frustration as inside and outside the bar was turning into a Bacchanal.

"We aren't done." It wasn't loud and it didn't carry. It was a promise she made to herself.

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Gawain did not stop running until he reached the bookstore. Looking in all directions to ensure Wendy had not followed him, he briskly unlocked the door, stepped inside, and then slid a small but sturdy bookcase behind the door to brace it--not that doing so would necessarily deter a being with Wendy's power, but it seemed worth a try.

Only then did Gawain collapse into the chair behind the desk and start gasping in the darkened sanctuary of his bookstore. Meanwhile Darius hopped down from the counter and into his lap, meowing inquisitively. Gawain chuckled between gasps and stroked his feline friend. He always enjoyed these moments, but tonight they seemed all the more precious. He had not been able to find out what Wendy's connection to the godling business was, but frankly he didn't care at the moment. There were more important concerns at hand.

For example, once he caught his breath, he intended to contact Nimue to see if she was alright.