Dressed up like a million dollar trouper... Super duper.

[thewalkin_dude]

It's Randall Flagg's last rally before election day, which keeps getting pushed back for various reasons. The CLF has taken out vital political people. It's all working into Flagg's ultimate plan, however. He is still on the hunt for someone. It's not clear to him who she is yet, but he will know her when he sees her

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[duology]

Dev feels himself smile, feels himself shake Flagg's, as if he is suddenly watching himself from a great distance. A spectator, like when Ace takes the reins only much farther.

"Mr. Flagg," he says.

He can feel it now. He's cracking, splitting down the middle like a coconut, and all at once he wants to put his whole life in Flagg's hands, wants to cut Flagg's throat right here and now and see it, see it, wants to trust him, and still Absinthe in the back of his mind, Absinthe's grin, Absinthe's rules, "trust no one, trust no one, trust no one."

Ace, in the back, is only getting part of the psychic attack, enough that she is figuratively keeping her head. She's fighting to get through it, get past the layers of influence, thick as molasses, to reach her Other. No way is she letting this happen. No way is she letting Dev shatter. Not now, not ever.

{Fuck it,} she finally says, and gives Dev a mental slap to the face.

Dev blinks. He swallows. He looks up and meets Flagg's eyes, and at last slips his hand out of Flagg's grip. His eyes are a little glazed.

"Things would be. Interesting. With you in power."

{Leave now.}

{Yes, Ace,} he says, and he turns and walks away as if floating.

[thewalkin_dude]

"They will be," Flagg says, only loud enough for Dev (and in turn Ace) to hear. They'll be very interesting.

The majority of the humans support him, the votes support him. He's not really worried about what he says, because the fear surely comes from something.

He might as well enjoy it.