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[potential_geek]

Every parent tells their kids that they’re special. Not the ‘rides the short yellow bus to school’ kind of special. I mean ‘my little prince or princess is perfect and everything will be right for them always.’ There are the ones who are up above all the rest of us, just looking down like they’re so much better. What a load of crap. No one’s that

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[potential_geek]

After fulfilling my academic, and most of my stately obligations for the day, I decided a bit of Kindom Hearts was in order. I did feel like something of a n00b for just now getting around to playing the game when it had been out for so long, but what can I say? I'd been busy.

And today was the day I was going to beat Cerberus. That dog had laid some mighty smack down on me before, but now that I had gone and leveled up, it was time to put that big puppy to sleep. You would think it wouldn't be so hard to kill a dog, but I guess when it's a huge, 3-headed dog that's a pet to Hades, Lord of the Underworld, all best are off. The game was going well, and it would have been even better if my skillz weren't being held back by the fact that I didn't much sleep due to the usual nightmares. /Stoopid bringers./

Just as my life counter was nearing its end, so was the dog's. A perfect opportunity presented itself, and I poised myself to make the killing blow.

"Ownage, Cerby baby, ownage." If I could just keep my focus a bit longer...

I heard the door to my private quarters open and the ever cheerful voice of my assistant breaking in on my concentration. "Miss?"

Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnndddddd I'm dead.

I tossed aside the controller, giving my assistant a seriously cranky look.

"Dude, what about I don't want to be disturbed don't you understand? Cause now? Seriously not a good time." I sighed and went to the phone. It was probably some matter of state, and I'd better take care of it now. It hadn't taken me long to figure out if you those thing go for long, they kind of...get worse.

My expression changed into a huge grin and I couldn't help but giggle as I heard the voice on the other line. Talking to Andrew always helped cheer me up.

"Of cours," I replied, matching his overly formal tone with a slight giggle. "Far be it from me to deny a request from Lord Andrew Wells."

[addicted_andrew]

My grin spread wider across my face at the sound of her reply, most likely resembling the grin I had last Christmas when Warren got me a full set of realistic Mandalorian armor (despite the fact that it had been too heavy for me to actually wear).

"Simply excellent, M'Lady! I was wondering if perhaps you were up for a bit of sport tomorrow?"

I had to pause and move away from the phone's mouthpiece in order to laugh to myself, though I had no doubt that the sound would still carry to Amanda's end. Formality thrown aside, I returned with my usual tone.

"Oh. My God. Amanda. I've come up with the greatest idea... ever. Seriously. I'm a genius! Nono, you've gotta hear this! Really!"

I paused, more for added drama than anything else.

"Do you know what sporting event occurs around this time of year? More importantly, in reference to said sporting event, do you realize that we are in control of both Boston and New York?"

Again I paused, waiting for the connection to be made to the obvious baseball teams of the Red Sox and the Yankees.

"Well, see... I've never really been one for sports or anything. What I have always enjoyed, however... has been Dungeons and Dragons. So... I was thinking... what would be more entertaining than two teams hitting a little ball around a field with a glorified stick?"

Yet another pause.

"A Live-Action-Role-Playing Dungeons and Dragons competition with my grand army of the New York republic versus your bloody red army of the Massachusetts socks."

This statement was not followed by a pause, but instead by a rather high-pitched squeal of excitement.

"Come on! Come on! Who's a genius? Huh? Who? We are as GODS! We can preside over it as king and queen of ruling lands, break out the medieval weaponry, and Warren even built me this giant robotic dragon we could use for added effect! It'll be great! I'll totally bet you my limited edition X-Men/Star Trek comic on the odds that my team wins.

"Soooo... my dearest Amanda... are you game?"

[potential_geek]

"Color me highly impressed with your mastermindful imagination.” I can barely get the sentence out without laughing. Andrew was right at his assesment of my lack of baseball excitemnt. I never liked the game in the first place. It always just seemed to be another excuse for those jock type guys to grunt and run around for no apparent reason. And baseball games went on forever. Like, the amount of time it would take to translate War and Peace into Klingon and back forever. Unless of course, you were really fluent in Klingon. In that case, you’d be done in a snap.

“That sounds like a bet I can handle. I am so game. And I will throw in my #1 issue of the X-Files comic with a variant silver cover just to make things fair.

“Medievial weaponry sounds good. We could probably turn it into a whole Renfair type thing, and have mead and….other renfair stuff too. And when did you get a dragon?” I ask, giggling slightly. Warren was always giving Andrew some toy. It was so cute. And the majority of the public thought Warren and Faith were together. That’s just more proof of how stupid people in general were. You could tell them practically anything and they’d buy it.

[addicted_andrew]

"Color me highly impressed with your mastermindful imagination.”

"Well, that's to be expected with one as advanced as myself. I'm quite used to impressing the ladies these days."

I smirked on my end of the phone, glad that Amanda couldn't see. I'm sure my attempts at not laughing would have totally ruined the cool-collected-Bond thing I was working right now. Bond would never slip up while talking to a woman. Well, not Timothy Dalton's Bond at least. I'm not sure if I could say the same for some Bonds! Oh yeah, I went there.

“That sounds like a bet I can handle. I am so game. And I will throw in my #1 issue of the X-Files comic with a variant silver cover just to make things fair.

“Medieval weaponry sounds good. We could probably turn it into a whole Renfair type thing, and have mead and….other renfair stuff too. And when did you get a dragon?”

"Oh, that old thing? Warren had it built for me. It's super cool and fully articulated based on the specs for a red dragon given in the AD&D monster manual! Not anything cheap looking like Mecha-Godzilla. I figure, rather than actually letting anyone get killed during the games, we can have my robo-dragon drag them off the field for medical attention outside the arena. Of course, we won't tell the teams that so they'll put more effort into everything, ya know?

"And holy hand grenade, Batman! Having a Renfair there at the same time... it's genius! We can totally go King Richard's Faire on that mofo! It'll be great!

"Although, as far as who's team's going to win, I'd have to say my Yankee's have a better history of winning than your little Red Sox. I mean, when was the last time they won anything? I'll start clearing a place in my comic collection for that X-Files issue of yours."

Seriously though, I had this one in the bag. The Red Sox? Winning? Hah! Not going to happen. I don't like sports at all, and even I know that the Boston team couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag with a rat flail.

"Oh, and by the by, Lady Amanda... Warren would like to invite you to a semi-formal dinner of sorts tonight. I hear he has something special planned, and we'd be honored by the presence of a fine young woman such as yourself at our table."

[potential_geek]

I laughed at Andrew’s comments. “Oh-ho, I wouldn’t clear a space just yet. The Yankees may have had baseball in the bag, but we’re not talking baseball. We’re talking D&D, which is a whole different ballgame, pun intended. Looks like it’s all level, but I think I’m going to be adding your Star Trek/ X-men to my collection.

I figure, rather than actually letting anyone get killed during the games, we can have my robo-dragon drag them off the field for medical attention outside the arena. Of course, we won't tell the teams that so they'll put more effort into everything, ya know?

It took a lot of my control to keep from jumping up and down when I heard this. Andrew’s sense of humor was so close to mine it was spooky sometimes.

“I am all about the dragon idea! I think everyone involved will be much more motivated to win if they think the big metal dragon in the corner’s gonna kick their ass if they lose. Can totally see some desperate moves because of that. I’ll have my assistant start making arrangements asap. We’ll go all out. This can be like, the event of the year or something.”

“And I will be more than willing to honor the two of you with my presence, Lord Andrew,” I said, returning to my mock formality as Andrew did the same. Dinner with the boys was always fun. Especially if we ended up breaking out the multiplayer games. I can kick their asses at Worms 3-D. “At what time should I arrive?”

[addicted_andrew]

"Oh, do not worry, fair Amanda! Warren shall be sending one of his private jets to be sure you arrive on time!"

I added a bit of a British accent into my voice to further the whole charming gentleman thing I had going on at the moment. Honestly, I don't know why I don't get more fan girls. There are so many fan fics out there written about Warren, but I don't get many at all.

Well, except for that scary one with Faith being all mean to me... Warren thought that one was really funny.

"Lord Warren has said that there shall be many guests tonight, many that even I myself do not know of. I have no doubt, however, that a lovely blossom such as yourself would make quite the addition to our table."

I held the phone away from my face for a moment to snicker. Ok, so I could pull off the gentleman thing, but still... it was funny, because I'm no Bond. Dropping the act, I slipped back into normal-Andrew-mode.

"Oh, and it's semi-formal, so wear a dress or something, but don't worry, it's not like a red carpet event or anything. I won't be sporting tails or anything like that."

[potential_geek]

"Great!" I practically chirped into the phone. "You guys are the absolute best." And I guess this meant that I was going to have to arrange for a bodygaurd or two to come with me. The real reason I stayed at home most of the times I did was that I didn't feel like having to be surrounded by goons every step I took. Cause that was just weird. But it was necessary, cause hello, Bringers? Not really looking to be on the business end of one of their sacrificial knives any time soon.

"Oh, and it's semi-formal, so wear a dress or something, but don't worry, it's not like a red carpet event or anything. I won't be sporting tails or anything like that."

"Awww.....," I began, doing my best to sound dissapointed, "so that means I can't wear my Fruits Basket toboggan with the mouse ears on it?" Not that formal wear was a big deal for me, but I did kind of enjoy getting dressed up every now and then. As long as it was kept to every now and then. In my opninon, jeans should be changed to be included in 'formal dress' as well. They were so much more comfortable.

"No worries, Andrew, I think that's a dress code I can handle ok." I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a bit later than I thought. If I was going to be ready when Warren's jet got here, I should probably get moving. I had enough time to get ready, but random matters of state always seemed to come up-well, at random. Then I glanced at the disgarded game controller, still sitting there looking all sad and lonely. I might even still have time to kick Cerberus' ass before I left...