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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 2:03:26 GMT
Opal Strole was wealthy. There was no doubt. After the death of her parents, she had been left with over six billion dollars, and that was just then. She had somehow worked her way up to be even more wealthy, and honestly didn't feel lonely or depressed like most human research and stories suggested solitary rich people were. Actually, she was quite happy. Opal had managed to infiltrate the biggest sanctuary of half-bloods in the world, and even managed to find an ally nearly as ruthless as she was. He was stronger and faster physically, but she was smarter, more careful, and more skilled with most weapons.
It may not have seemed to suite her, but Opal was also a skilled violinist. When she wasn't plotting or eating, or training, or anything, she was playing her violin. That's what she was doing when Logan Marshall arrived.
For two days, Opal had been secretly importing supplies from all over the world, and again, though it didn't seem like something a mastermind would do, she had been building an underground base deep in the forest. It was marked with a large rosebush, and the entrance of was a trapdoor. covered in glued-on dirt, grass, leaves, and so on.
Inside was extraordinary. The walls were made of polished, smoothed wood, of course with a lick tarp behind it to keep it from molding. A wood staircase led into the room against the wall, and she had even gone so far as to add carpeting. The room was large, with a built-in TV cabinet - with a TV that of course didn't have live TV, but was large and meant for watching videos on - and shelves, and even a small closet. There was a leather couch on the opposing side of the TV, a dark coffee table in the center, and lighting, and the base was even a good 6 feet tall. There was another room at the opposing end of the staircase, leading into storage which Opal planned on eventually filling with things she didn't want her room mates to find, and weapons, and other things. What'sm more, she had gone so far as to sound-proof the entire base, so it was safe to be sitting on the couch, playing a violin. And, hidden behind a secret door under the stairs, was a small crawlspace with a wood floor leading out to another secret exit, just in case. It wasn't necessarily a mansion, but it was something Opal was proud of.
At the sound of creaking hinges, Opal put down her violin on the arm of the couch and watched the entrance, waiting for Logan to see the base. She hadn't shown him it yet, though she had shown him where she was building it.
It was midnight, their meeting time.
|Oh God, I just wrote a book. 467 words|
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 2:16:00 GMT
Jack went into the base, and gasped, his mouth wide open. "Holy crap!" He said, amazed at how good the base was. After minutes of gaping, he threw 4 photos onto the table. These are our targets: Jack King, Rosemary Jackson, Adam Griffin, and Brenda Anders." He pointed to Rosemary and Adam. "Their biggest weakness is each other, they'll die for each other." He then pointed to Jack. "His weaknesses are Jell-O, and his girlfriend, Brenda. I don't know Brenda's weakness, though."
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 2:26:53 GMT
Opal amused herself, by studying his expression, and then the rapid change in emotion. Note taken, she thought. Leaning over the table, she frowned. "You know, I still want everyone dead. My allies will be spared. Though I would like to rule over half-bloods as well," Opal remarked, partially to herself. "What I'm trying to say, is, why attack these people? I know the answer, but think. You have good intentions, but I ask you: Why attack innocents? What would we gain? Think on your answer." Grinning, Opal picked her violin up again and tucked it under her chin, then began playing Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy perfectly.
After a few minutes, finished with the song, she set the instrument back down in her lap and, turning her head a bit, her brown eyes seemingly suggestive, she waited to hear his response, for even if he had spoken while she was playing, she wasn't listening then. For some reason, Opal felt responsible for teaching Logan, her ally, the true way of revenge and takeover.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 13:15:17 GMT
"Yes, we both want people dead." He said. "Yes, I know, allies spared." He told her. When she said why kill innocents, he smiled, but waited for Opal to finish playing the violin. "They're not innocents. Jack has injured me, and so has Adam. And if we kill Jack, Brenda will come after me. So we kill her. And then Rosemary is an ally to Claire Blakely, the founder and principle/leader of the academy. If we at least capture Rosemary, we could get some serious Intel."
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 17:26:33 GMT
Opal smiled. He was getting the big picture, the planning, but he needed to think further. The woman stood, playing with a layered diamond necklace with a large teal gem fixed inside. It had been her mothers, and she hadn't thought twice about taking it off her corpse. "Fear," Opal said simply, walking into the storage room. "Fear is truly the most powerful emotion we can give our peasants. Fear can not be taken down, not as long as we maintain it." She smiled and withdrew from a shelf a thick leather book, which she carried in both arms out to the table. "This is my record book, as well as information on the half-bloods," Opal said, running her manicured fingers over the engraving in the leather; a circle with a dragon running around it, and in the circle, etched as detailed as a painting, filled to all edges, was people with tails and ears and and paws and so forth. Opening the first cover, she exposed taped-in news articles of the murder of her father and his team of HBES that had been infiltrating a half-blood camp. "Half-bloods have been running the humans," she said, looking to Logan with bitterness in her tone. "You're an exception. Though it's time a human - and you, granted - take back what's ours." |
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 22:59:01 GMT
"Yes, and fear is on my side. I am the most feared half-blood in this school, and only few would dare cross my path. And if they do... they aren't so lucky." He said, grinning as he told. "You have a record book?" He asked. He looked at the murder of her father. He gave her a sympathetic look. "You want humans to rule half-bloods. So do I. I hate half-bloods just as much as you do."
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 23:11:23 GMT
Opal raised an eyebrow. Most feared half-blood indeed, though I will soon be the most feared human to all half-bloods alike, she thought, tucking a stray bit of black, long hair behind her ear. "I don't want humans to rule the half-bloods," she explained, cracking her fingers out of habit, "I want to lead them, and now alongside you, if you stay true to your word of alliance. After all, I'd hate for the most feared human in Animalia to kill the most feared half-blood in Animalia." She smirked, slapping the book closed and pointing her finger on it.
"Now, back to business. This book is where I keep secrets, information on half-bloods and how and why and what ways they change. It's the Holy Grail if information. The HBES would kill to have it in their hands, but sadly, they wont get it."
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 23:16:17 GMT
The book. It had all the secrets. Probably even his. He could kill the girl. But he won't. She will help him rule Animalia, and with her they will succeed. "So, Opal. When we take over Animalia, what do you suggest we do to Claire Blakely.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 23:22:09 GMT
She pursed her lips, and when the answer came, she smiled cruelly. "String her up in a cage e gate leading to the academy which I will evidently use as my- er, our palace." Opal grinned. "Sorry, been a loner all my life. Even my family died when I was too young to love 'em or anyone." Shrugging, she sat back and blinked warm brown eyes, enjoying the moment as though it were the best. Of course, it wasn't.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 30, 2014 23:46:41 GMT
"Oh, good plan." He said. He whistled for a bit. "What now?" He asked.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 30, 2014 23:49:24 GMT
The girl shrugged. "I don't know, perhaps revel in the moment?" She suggested.
|It would be cool if Logan kissed her >.<||
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 31, 2014 0:16:32 GMT
"I can think of something." He said. He leaned in and attempted to kiss her.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 0:19:25 GMT
Opal, surprised, didn't have the time to resist the attack, though she didn't exactly enjoy it, she let Logan kiss her, but then drew back a little. "What was that?" she asked, raising her fingers to her lips, her brown eyes alert and studying the boy. "Why did you do that?"
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 31, 2014 12:07:10 GMT
"I don't know," He said. He then muttered, "You're just so beautiful."
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 17:49:07 GMT
Opal swallowed. The moment, in her eyes, was awkward, and she brushed more hair behind her ear. After moment's consideration, she leaned over to Logan and planted a kiss in his lips, not really knowing why.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 31, 2014 18:04:45 GMT
Opal took Logan by surprise. After a moment, he leaned back. "Why did you do that?" He asked.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 18:09:26 GMT
|Lol this thread is awesome|
Opal sat back on her own side. "Well, let's just say I had a moment of passionate humility," she said, blushing for one of the first times in her life. "Plus, I thought it would be only customary." Shrugging, she focused her gaze around the room, not really knowing what else to do. "We should probably go before people wonder why I'm not in my dorm."
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 31, 2014 18:13:17 GMT
Logan blushed also. "Yeah, I'll just camp out. I can't go to my dorm. They already know about me." He said. He laid down on the couch.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 18:46:04 GMT
|LOL that would mean he was laying on her lap >.<|
Opal, who had stood just before Logan claimed the couch, shrugged. "Yeah, uh, I meant me," the still-stunned mastermind responded, glad she wouldn't have to change into normal clothes since she wasn't wearing her jumpsuit anyway.
Climbing the stairs, she began to think. Hesitating with her arm holding the trapdoor up, she turned back to Logan. "Can I ask you something?" Opal said, chewing on the inside of her lip.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Dec 31, 2014 18:51:08 GMT
Logan turned towards Opal, and began to wonder what she was going to ask. "Yeah, sure, you can ask me anything." He said. He moved himself into a comfy position on the couch, and then prepared for her question.
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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 18:57:14 GMT
The girl gulped, tucked hair behind her ear, shifted her weight. Opal hesitated for a long time. Do you love me? she wanted to say, but it came out as... nothing.
Shaking her head, Opal threw her hand in a "never mind" sort of way and slowly started back up the steps. "It's nothing. Never mind," she said, shutting the door behind her.
Outside, Opal sighed, giving herself a moment before starting towards the academy.
|End thread?|
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