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When; Wednesday, July 30, early evening
Rating; Pg- 13
Characters; Tony Foster darkest0knight  and Saya Wallace repairedbywebs 
Summary; Tony goes a'walking and along comes a spider.
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Tony did what he did best when he felt like shit. He walked the streets and tried to feed off the different moods of the crowds around him. Tried to blend, tried to meld with the people who were only worrying about why they kept breaking out in song, or what they'd have for dinner.

It wasn't working that well, mostly because he was too worried to blend, and also because the vibe on the street had a nervous undertone that wasn't helping. The streets were worried too.

Rather then trying to force it, Tony broke off from the crowds and started taking his path elsewhere, someplace quieter. Maybe the graveyard. It was always quiet there.

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The graveyard was always quiet, and Saya relished that fact. It had been almost a month - a month since her brother left, and she wanted to go home - this place was not her home, and it never would be, not without Socrates. That was all that Saya cared about; callous, perhaps, but singleminded, too.

And so she sat in one of the trees in the graveyard and watched as Tony Foster, of all people, walked right through the gates like it was safe to do something so stupid. She tugged on one of her strings and smiled.

"Hello, Tony," she said clearly. "Nice day to recreate a bad memory?"

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He frowned as he spotted her and frowned more when she spoke. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be holed up in that garage of hers, that warehouse, that den he'd promised to never ever set foot in again if he could help it.

"I'm not here to recreate anything," he said, stopping a cautious distance away. He'd just have to find someplace else to sit and think.

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She tugged again, and the gate swung closed. She liked this place, it was full of dinner, and she made it her own. She carefully stepped down from the tree, one tiny foot at a time - only two legs, for now. "No?" She moved a little closer, dipping her head with each motion. "Looking to find a guest for your bed?" She gestured around her. Saya registered anyone who slept with a vampire as a necrophiliac; and while she had slept with necrophiliacs - the most prominent memory was of Arthur - she didn't feel the need to sleep with the actual dead.

Papa Midnite did not count.

She took another soft step forward. "Tell me, Tony," she whispered quietly, "Do you enjoy knowing that you may be the cause of someone's misery? I hear memory is involved, in this particular fight."

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"You don't want to continue this kind of conversation," Tony said roughly, resisting the urge to swing around and look at the gates he heard closing.

"I don't have any business with you."

And did he have a giant sign on his back saying 'please come hassle me all you psychopaths' or something? First Nicodemus, now Saya. And he didn't ask for it this time, really he didn't. It wasn't fair.

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"I don't?" She moved quietly, quickly, around him, spinning him if he wanted to keep watching her. "I'm having this conversation and I'm enjoying it, so I think I do wish to have this conversation." She paused for a moment, to process the situation. "Your temper tantrums need some control, don't they?"

She crossed her arms. "I have business with you. You don't like to answer my questions, and you seem to take everything I say to heart; and so I have business with you. In and out."

She waited, watching the lines of magic around him. The Corinthian would have been better for this - or at least cleaner but she had to make do.

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He didn't move. It wasn't worth it, she was too fast to keep in his line of sight anyway, and he'd only look like a fool. He tightened his hands into fists instead.

"I'm not taking anything you have to say to heart anymore, Saya. So don't worry about that."

He really wished he'd been able to find out more about controlling water from Constantine before the man'd buggered off to who knows where. He didn't think a powershot would help much against Saya.

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Where was the magic? Time to jab. Hard, fast, and deep.

"Nothing at all? Pity. Nicodemus doesn't even know where to strike to hurt you. Going after your rat; that's rather small, for a demon. Wouldn't going after something bigger and equally useless be much more of a warning?"

She watched. Just one bit of magic, one slice of power, and she could leave.

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His jaw twitched. He couldn't help it. He opened his mouth.

"Bigger and useless? Well maybe Nic just doesn't think you're a great target, Saya. Some people just don't like spiders."

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The insult didn't even register.

"Then when he comes after me, I suppose I should go after Lee."

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And hopeless or no, Tony suddenly decided that a powershot would do just fine.

"I'll see you dead first."

He gathered his focus, pulling from his own energy stores, the lines anchoring him to earth and air and grass. The fingers of his left hand unfurled.

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There they were, line arching over his head, into the ground, like a weave, like a network; tapestry and weaving all in one. She moved into it; pushing through the power, and dissolving; she was more than one, she was thousands, and all of them were going straight into the nexus of bright magic that was around Tony.

She wanted out.

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"What-"

Tony stumbled back, his focus shattered but the lines of power still traced in the air around him. What the hell was going on? What did she do?

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As soon as she was through, she reassembled, and laughed; and thanked Tony for his final and most useful contribution to her own well-being. If he listened for once in his life, he might be able to hear it.

It was a beautiful day in New York City, and she was going to relish every step.

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Pulling back into himself was difficult. The effort had him sweating and when he finished he found he had to sit down very quickly or risk falling on his ass.

Saya was gone who the hell knew where. He'd felt her riding the lines of his magic and felt her laughter too.

"Bitch," he muttered, pulling his PDA out of his pocket. He was getting the last laugh anyway. Her being out of the City meant one less thing to worry about and he didn't much care where she was now.