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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 3:48:24 GMT
She couldn't help but giggle, shaking her head and reaching into her bag. She pulled out her phone, and instead of calling decided to text him, though she vaguely wondered if he would get the text this time: "Hows my ickle Annie?" she asked him. She wasn't about to let out too much yet - this was far too good for her to tell. He would have to guess, and she couldn't risk him being close or he'd read her mind.
"So... could Antosha read minds that far back?" she asked while still texting quickly, and then sliding her phone away.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 11:58:05 GMT
Mark smiled again, looking at Diane with a rather vague expression. "Yes, he could even then. But he was much better at hiding it then I suppose, since you know." he answered, still thinking about other things. If Anotsha was here that must mean Mayu as well, but from the way Diane had talked about her Mayu had done something drastic. Who knew little Mayu could do something so cold? Last time Mark had met her she was still reading the Harry Potter series.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 15, 2009 12:14:19 GMT
Antosha was hiding in the archery range when his phone started chirping. He cursed it under his breath, can a guy not get peace to shoot? With a few shift movement he had his phone flipped open and was staring at he text with an odd expression on his face. Why was Diane calling him Anni? How could she possibly know about that? Part of him wanted to kill, the large part wanted to know how this was possible. "De, where are you?" he responded calmly, setting the phone back down. Since he knew as soon as she responded he would be gone, he better pack away his things now. While he did that he thought of possible way for her to know about the old nickname. Only one thought came to mind; Mark.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 14:58:18 GMT
She smiled up at Mark, seeing her phone light up as she got a new text, almost straight away, "You completely underestimate me and Antosha," she told him, opening the message and speaking as she replied, "We're close, closer than family sometimes, sometimes further. I started seeing it long before he even knew, before it got to the stage it is now... Pretty much anyone he meets is an instant connection now..." she said with a sigh, realising what a curse it was to him.
'Just talking to new student teacher. Seems nice, think I've got a chance? : P' she text Antosha, still unwilling to give much information and seeing how sensitive he was on Mark still.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 16, 2009 0:16:14 GMT
'Coming.' The reply was short and quick, not letting her indulge in the game she'd started. Antosha looked around and put away the training equipment before using a simple teleportation spell to land by Diane's side. He stopped cold, looking at the student teacher. His own eyes were blank and unfeeling, staring at the man without blinking. What was Mark doing here?
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 0:33:00 GMT
She jumped as Antosha appeared suddenly by her side, a second later the text arriving at her phone telling her that he was coming. "Jesus, Antosha!" she said, putting her hand on her chest, though she was smiling, and already pulling out a seat for him to sit at. "Are you OK?" she asked, suddenly concerned. This wasn't quite the reaction that she'd expected; she had expected him to be as happy as Mark, but he looked more shocked then anything.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 16, 2009 0:42:14 GMT
Mark smiled and stood up, taking Antosha up in a giant hug. "It's great to see you." he said, not worried at the shocked expression. Yes, it's really me. Now now my little Annie, shall we keep your history a past? I can tell your hiding the scars with magic, am I correct? Take a seat, don't let your friend here worry. Though Mark was sending these thoughts towards Antosha, a few might have slipped into De's brain. But he had hopes his training would have prevented that so he continued to smile and sat down. "Now Annie, me and lovely Miss McLain here were just talking about you." he winked, sitting back down.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 0:47:45 GMT
She could hear the thoughts he was projecting to Antosha, though it was like listening to a untuned radio station, mostly just giving her a headache then any real information. She heard certain words, like 'scars' and 'history', but mostly just the excited tone. She would have thought a Psychics teacher would be better at such a simple task, though she guessed it was just the adrenaline. "Don't worry, nothing bad. You didn't exactly give me enough time for that." she said, fake pouting at Antosha.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 16, 2009 0:54:04 GMT
Antosha looked mortified at Mark, feeling his insides screaming. Never mention the scars, ever. I've worked hard for people not to know about my past and I don't need you screwing it up. Understand? That had come out meaner then he meant, but it got the point across. Now it was time for his best performance yet, acting happy. "Oh gosh Mark, it's been ages since camp!" he remarked, giving the older man a light kiss on the cheek. Antosha smiled at him and sat down beside Diane, wrapping his arm firmly around her. "Oh it's my fault?" he questioned, smiling at her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 1:01:50 GMT
She frowned. She had already had a light headache from lack of sleep, and things weren't helping, "Jeez, would you guys either talk out loud or save it for when I'm not here? The reception is terrible..." she said, not surprised she could hear Antosha's thoughts clearer than Mark's, though it was still mostly a angry blur.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 16, 2009 1:09:45 GMT
"We are talking about the past Diane." Antosha said, still keeping the smiled posted on his face. "But just to help I'll disappear." he said, kissing her cheek lightly. Silence He winked at Diane and teleported out, glad the spell was still working or it might have taken him longer.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 16, 2009 1:14:45 GMT
Mark sighed, Annie was still the same no matter how old he got. He closed his eyes, gently massaging his temples, thinking. Part of him wanted to go after the poor boy, but the rest of him remained where it was beside De. This was going to get complicated, especially if he were made to teach the class. "God help him." Mark muttered, slamming his head none to gently against his open palm.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 1:18:39 GMT
She looked at him, watching him leave quickly and looking back at Mark, not quite sure what to say. "Um..." she said slowly, suddenly feeling very self conscious as she sat at the table. If Antosha didn't want to be around him, maybe he didn't want her to be with him either? There was obviously a lot about him that he didn't want to face, and Diane wasn't willing to get mixed up with that. "I... think I'll go check up on him..." she said, closing her folder and standing up quickly, in too much of a rush to even put away the things that she carried.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 16, 2009 1:22:29 GMT
"He's fine, just pouting. Look for somewhere up high, that's where he normally is when he wants to think. Also, tell him to drop the image will you?" Mark looked up at her and gave a sad smile, standing up himself. He had brought nothing with him so he had no need to pack up, unlike her. "It's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss McLain, but I fear you will want to look for Annie so you will be leaving?" a hint of an old habit appeared, the familiar twinkle in his eyes had returned.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 1:27:57 GMT
She held tightly onto her folder, almost offended by him. She fought the strange urge to shout at him, tell him that he knew nothing of Antosha, that he hadn't seen him in years and he wasn't the same person. All of the time she had speaking to him she felt like she had been looked down upon, like she wasn't a part of some little group of people who know Antosha, just because she had never slept with him. "Ok." she said, her eyes cold as she turned away and left, not wanting to know whether he had read her mind right then or not.
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