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Of Spells and Serpents
By : rogue_scholar07
Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe
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- 1-Of Spells and Serpents
- 2-Growing Up and Growing Apart
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Of Spells and Serpents
2. Growing Up and Growing Apart
Darcy wandered around the base for some time before locking herself in an unoccupied storage area. True, she was surrounded by boxes of cleaning supplies, but there was just enough light from the single bulb overhead for her to see without draining her magic. Sitting cross-legged on the metal floor, she summoned one of their spell books and began to research trans-dimensional portals. Upon realizing that the book she summoned held no relevant information, she waved it aside and summoned another.
She had gone through four such spell books when she realized she was no longer alone in the storage area. Whoever sneaked past her magical senses was talented because although she was just sensing him now, she suspected he had been watching her for some time. Darkar and Valtor, powerful and experienced though they were, set off her mental alarms once they got within fifteen feet of her person. This fellow was standing no more than five feet away, silently observing her. “I didn’t realize non-magical beings enjoyed sneaking up on wanted criminals.”
“You are now in a den of wanted terrorists; sneaking comes with the territory.” Darcy’s brain immediately set to analyzing the voice’s owner by the tone he used to speak to her. He was confident, intelligent, masculine, perhaps a little on the cocky side but definitely not stuck up (something that seemed to be a common trait with male criminals in their dimension), and there was something else there too; something she couldn’t identify.
“Sounds like I’m in good company, then,” she remarked, pretending to focus on her spell book but really listening to this fellow talk. He ventured a step closer to her, and she found some of her magical senses buzzing. Maybe this fellow wasn’t as non-magical as she first thought?
“Only if you consider childish leaders who blame their failings on others ‘good’ company. Believe it or not, the rodent your sister transfigured the Commander into was a welcome improvement,” the man remarked, the barest hint of an accent present in his voice.
“Oddly enough, Icy tends to be the same way when her plans run amok,” the brunette responded, not even bothering to keep pretending to read her book anymore. This conversation intrigued her. “Unfortunately, since she’s my sister, there’s been no good way to ditch her.” And dammit, she wanted a break from the scheming and the temper tantrums every once in a while!
He paused, considering something as he stepped into her field of vision. “You don’t have a place of your own?”
The Dark Witch looked up and to her left, finding herself under the amused gaze of the most intriguingly attractive green eyes she’d ever seen. The rest of him wasn’t that bad to look at, either. He was tall (compared to her, at least) and well-built—he could probably bench-press any of the silly Specialists if he had the mind to do something like that. He wore dark blue and burgundy body armor—which matched his hair color perfectly—, and had black diamond-shaped markings around his eyes. She wasn’t sure if those came from make-up, or if they were caused by something else entirely.
Not that it mattered; he was powerful, attractive, and willing to flirt. She wanted to keep this conversation moving. “I haven’t exactly had time to go apartment-hunting. Running from law-enforcement puts a damper on things like that.” Shadowhaunt, they hadn’t had a home base in months…
“It might please you to know that most of high command officers have their own private bases,” he answered. “Although I would advise against following Destro anywhere; the Baroness tends to be rather protective of him.”
“What, no offer to sleep in your bed tonight?” She had been expecting that, to be perfectly honest.
“Only if you want there to be an offer.” He smirked, clearly confident that he could wait her out.
He wasn’t going to win her over that easily. “I don’t even know your name.” Her golden eyes peeked over the edge of her amber-tinted glasses. “Why would I want to stay at your place?”
“Would knowing my name really change our mind?” Oh, he was good at this game… much better than her past love interests had been. Okay, so Riven had been slightly brainwashed at the time, but he still wasn’t much good with banter. Valtor, though a dashing gentleman, also tended to value his books more than any human relationships and as such wasn’t quite as good at spouting off seductive one-liners as most people might think.
“You’ll never know if you don’t tell me.” She shrugged carelessly, turning her attention back to the book in her lap.
“You drive a hard bargain, miss Darcy.” He pretended to think it over. “My name is Zartan.”
Hmm. An unusual name for an unusual man. “How did you know my name?” She certainly didn’t recall telling him that piece of personal information.
“Your sisters were screaming it right after you teleported in.” Ah. Yes, that was a good reason.
“Sisters tend to do things like that.” She couldn’t quite keep her agitation out of her voice. He seemed thoroughly amused by that.
“Oh, believe me, I know. My sister tends to behave the same way.” Now there was an interesting talking point…
“You have a sister?”
“And a brother, but that’s getting a little off the subject.”
“Oh, but I happen to like this topic.” She mock-pouted. “Do these siblings live with you?”
“We share a private base, but they each have their own private living areas; the same goes for my hired help.”
“So you don’t share bedrooms?” That took her aback. “I haven’t had a room to myself since middle school…” He chuckled softly.
“If you really want a room all to yourself, it can be arranged,” Zartan offered. “However, if all you want is a roommate who isn’t a family member…”
“Let me think on the last offer a while,” she remarked, rising to her feet. “But I do think it would be…educational to share a base of operations with you. I just have to tell my sisters that they will have to do without me for the foreseeable future.”
“I will have my men prepare a space for you.” There was a very pleased gleam in those bright green eyes of his.
Yes, this was going to be a very educational experience
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It didn’t take Darcy long to sense her sisters’ magical signature. She’d been with the other two for so long that it was almost second nature to reach for them.
Okay, so they weren’t sisters in the biological sense. At least, not that she knew of. They had all been raised by the same woman—a member of the Whisperian coven—but Darcy knew she wasn’t related by blood to Icy or Stormy. She still wasn’t completely sure that the pair weren’t somehow related to each other, though. Maybe those two were cousins? She certainly didn’t know and had no idea who to ask if she really wanted to solve that mystery (which she most certainly did not, at present).
That in mind, finding one of her sisters didn’t take all that much effort.
“Stormy,” she called out, catching her younger sister by surprise. “We need to talk.”
“Yeah, we do. We need to pick out our rooms here,” the shorter witch answered. “Icy managed to work a deal. We stay for free until we go home, or something like that.”
Darcy sighed. She felt a little guilty leaving Stormy alone to deal with Icy, but it was past time for the sisters to start developing lives outside of the Coven. They were the last of their bloodline and the avatars of the Ancestral Witches; sooner or later, one of the three of them would have to stop the world domination plots long enough to ‘perpetuate the Coven bloodline’, as their foster mother once explained it. “I’m not staying here,” the brunette told her sister.
“Yeah, right. Look, I know you’re angry, but we don’t have anywhere else to go,” Stormy remarked.
“You may not, but I do. I’ve been asked to move in with one of the officers. He has a private base somewhere…”
“What?” The poofy-haired woman exclaimed in disbelief. “We haven’t even been here a day and you’re already trying to get into some stranger’s pants!”
“It is not like that! At least not yet; I still don’t know much about him yet.” The golden-eyed woman ran a hand through her long hair. Hmm. Maybe it was time to get a new haircut? At the very least it would make it slightly more difficult for those pesky fairies to hunt her down. “Dragon, Stormy, we haven’t had space to ourselves in over six years. We’re adults and its time we start acting like it. If that means we have to live in different houses, so be it.”
“How can you think of leaving at a time like this?”
“Don’t be so melodramatic; I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while and simply haven’t had a good enough reason.”
“And some stranger you just met is a good reason?”
“Yes, he is. I don’t care if you don’t like it. I don’t care if it pisses Icy off. I need my own space to find my identity outside the coven, and this is the perfect chance to do that.”
“Darcy…what brought this on?” Stormy tilted her head in confusion, her dark grayish eyes turning a gray-green color as she struggled to get a handle on the emotions flooding her consciousness. “Was it something I did wrong? We were having fun before!”
“We were having fun the first time around; by the fourth it becomes tiring,” the older witch stated. “I just need a break for a while. All of this running and fighting and getting our asses handed to us is not what I want to do with the rest of my life.”
“…you really mean it, don’t you?” A light breeze blew as the younger witch grew more confused. “You’re leaving and not coming back.”
“I might when I figure things out, but not before.” Darcy sighed. “I’ll still be researching ways to get us home, and if we find one that works, I promise I will get you two back to the magical dimension if you still want to go back… but I don’t know that I want to go back yet.”
“I…I can’t do this right now!” Stormy declared, angrily turning her back toward her sister. “I’m done talking to you!” Her heels clattered violently against the metal floors of the Terror Dome as she left, her sister sighing in exasperation behind her.
It hurt to make her younger sister so confused and upset. She didn’t doubt Icy would make her hurt once she found out. But dammit, they weren’t hormonal teenagers anymore and it was high time they stopped acting as if they were still in high school.
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Of Spells and Serpents	By : rogue_scholar07 Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Of Spells and Serpents