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Ariadne sent Ahriman Iblardora a text from a public place. Not a coffee house this time, a park. Somewhere open. Where either party could walk away from or make a big enough scene to hopefully get away.
She had hit the button with hesitation, not entirely sure why she is doing this alone.
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About ten minutes Ahriman walked over, eying the guardian. He looked like he had just jogged here, in his sweats and a grey tank-top.
"Hello." he greets looking slightly confused.
"You needed to see me?"
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"Ya... there's uh." Ariadne looks away from Ahriman and at the park. Then back at Ahriman.
"Something has come up on my end of the world. About you. I was hoping we could address it."
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"And let me guess, its not something you can just ask me about straight to my face. " Theres a certian edge of ...something more than his normal cheer and good nature. Its not sarcasm but more a weary acceptance. He sighs and leans against a tree.
"Is this personal bullshit or Order crap."
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"It's community crap actually. I just don't feel like starting a witchhunt." Ariadne keeps a calm look on her face as Ahriman leans against the tree.
"Ok, that's a lie. I don't want to start a witchhunt on someone who is innocent." She gives a meek smile and almost pinches two finger tips together. "Smaaaaaallll difference but enough of one."
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There's a grunt from the arrow. It might have been a chuckle if he had been staring at her as if seeing if he believed her. Finally he relaxed.
"Better than most then. Fine, you provide the place and the spells and I will provide myself and the tea. You can have free reign, and I'll let you bring in someone else if need be. Just once your in there try not to move too much stuff around?"
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"I don't plan on causing damage in there." Ariadne says quietly, it is a person's something or other.
"Ok, I need to see if we have somewhere that we can do that in this city. I hope we do, if not... well we'll find something."
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"Alright. " he says as if trusting her. He then sighs and jots down an email address . "Here, this is my personal email address, got tons of security on it. Contact me when your ready."
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"Alright I will." Ariadne throws Ahriman a meek smile. "Thank you for being willing."
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"If its for the consillium I don't mind at all." he pauses and then. "To be honest though I can only assume its a soul worm of some kind." he smiles. "So to fair if you want to dig about in my soul I am either going to get killed or have a damaned good story to tell the others. "
His smile is big and its obviously a joke.
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