Lory Anderson's life for the past seven years has been one long Masquerade, a series of masks and false identities. After her mother's death, she's living with her Aunt and Uncles and the unauthorized nature of her assignments for the Academy comes...
AN: Obviously, I found more masks. No one said a word on whether they liked or disliked my casting... By the by, this particular style of mask is called the Plague Doctor. Standard disclaimer! I only own Lory. Everything else is the property of C.L.Stone. Constructive criticism is welcome and even requested, but flames will be used to make s'mores. I love votes and views. Please let me know your favorite lines and moments. Happy Reading.
*~*Lory*~*
I glance briefly at Nate and Bubba indicating I would be fine as I collected my things and walked out of the classroom. As soon as I cleared the door, I sent Owen a message letting him know that I had been called up to the office. He acknowledged me and let me know he was watching.
As I walked down the hall I wished I had the skills it took to make the White Rabbit self replicating so it would tag other data it came into contact with on other systems.
I bet Forge would know someone nearby that could help. I'd ask Vic, but he's busy with the data I already dropped on him.
I flicked open an old message thread on a messenger service that is rerouted ten ways and through lots of false trails. I smirked as I tapped the image for his contact.
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God, Forge's brain was hot. I really regretted never meeting him to find out if the rest of him matched his mind. I really hoped so.
I used the alias I created for dealing with Forge to log in. I still wasn't sure if he intended it to be Marvel's Forge or Gred and Forge. I was good either way, but....
Darkholme: Hey, stranger. Gotta minute?
Forge: Always for you, RD. I was in the middle of a project, but I'm told I'm supposed to take breaks. I can't think of a better reason. What do you look like these days?
Darkholme: Ya know. Blue skin, red hair. The usual. ;)
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Forge: Tease.
Darkholme: Only you, my love. I need a favor. Know anyone in the Charleston area you trust to tweak our little project?
