Oh The Twisted Games We Play [Oz]

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

Alison wasn't one to stay out late very often. It wasn't her style. That said, she was still a teenager, even if this was her second shot at it. It was also her second jaunt of high school without a mother, which Alison only had to remark was an example of cruel irony. In this life, just like her last, she only had the men in her immediate family to rely on now. Was it any wonder that Alison often tried to assert herself in what was still very much a man's world? She didn't take it to the extreme as much as Chelsea, but she also admired Chelsea's actions in her past life. Getting thrown in jail simply for trying to assert her right to vote? Just the fact that it even happened to Susan B. Anthony was a bit ridiculous. Katharine Wright had the fortune to grow up in a family that told her she could do what she wanted to do, moreso than most families in late Victorian times. It just wasn't right that the rest of the world couldn't see that.

Alison was packing up her things from one of the common rooms. She'd been out there chatting with friends for a few hours. They'd gone back up to their dorms, however, while Alison waited to finish typing up something and shut down her laptop. Leave it to the laptop to pick that time to do Windows updates, and therefore take fifteen minutes longer than usual to shut down. When the power light finally blinked out, Alison let out a sigh of relief and packed up the computer into her backpack and started heading back toward the dorm. Something stopped her as she strode across the hall toward the stairs. A figure by the bulletin boards. Given all of the controversy surrounding that board as of late (two mystery figures by the names of Sir HC, and even more dastardly, The Wizard), it wasn't exactly a sight that Alison could pass up as nothing out of the ordinary. The freshman approached as quietly as she could, trying to get a glimpse of the figure there, and what exactly he was doing. Was he simply reading, as so many others had, or was there more to it? She had to admit that the fact that he was there so late was suspect in itself, but then...she was out late as well.

She was within a few feet of the board when she finally got enough of a glimpse of the boy to recognize his identity. Oz, the boy she'd met a couple of months back, who also had a mother as an alumna at Riverdale High. Oz...who, upon glancing at what he was pinning up, was writing slander about her brother.

"So, the Wonderful Wizard is Oz, hmm? Clever."[/color] Alison's tone was dripping with sarcasm. There was some truth to her mock compliment, though she chose not to acknowledge it. What he was doing really was clever, but it was also dastardly. She was often left to wonder about her own actions as a spy for the RSOR, and if she was really in the right or not, but as far as she was concerned Oz didn't even have that dilemma. What he was doing was wrong no matter what way you cut it. And since he'd targeted her brothers, it was personal.

Really, the wise thing to have done would be to run off and send a message to Isabella and Petra as soon as she could about what she'd witnessed. Alison was typically a think first, act later sort of gal, but she was also human as human could be. As such, she longed to give The Wizard a piece of her mind. She didn't even need to worry about her defensiveness coming off as odd - The Wizard's latest message was about her older brother even in this life. Of course she was a little riled up!

"Nice play on words, I have to give you that much."[/color] She commented with an almost dangerous smile on her face, daring him to even try to work his way out of this. She wasn't going to say too much as of yet - She wanted to hear him talk first. Would he reveal himself to be the weasel that he was coming across as or would he show that he had some bite to go with that bark?

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To: Jez-E/Oz
Notes: This sounded better in my head... XD

[Oz Gavin Jenson]

when would they learn,
how would they know…

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Oz was often up late these days. Or at least once a week. He had a job to do to keep his plan in motion and so far it had been…alright. He wasn’t about to say the reactions were amazing but at least he had everyone’s attention. Leila and Raven hadn’t been bothered at all, though Oliver and Tamara had quite a reaction of the previously posted one. So now, it was time to nail the other Wright Brother. Nate Driscoll and his girlfriend Cindy were easy targets. So Oz hadn’t had to do too much to get them with a good one. It was just embellishing actions that were already in place.

Walking through the halls was something he didn’t need to be stealthy about just yet. Everyone had days where they were out and about late. So far no one had spotted Oz wandering at night and as a result no one was available to piece together that the nights Oz wandered, a Wizard post went up on the Bulletin Board. It was going perfectly so far and he hadn’t even gotten to the juicy stuff. So perhaps that was why he was so cocky today and hadn’t been as thorough in looking around and being sure no one noticed. Or maybe instead it was the fact that she had rounded the corner unexpectedly. He wasn’t sure to be honest, but either way, tonight would cause quite a commotion for Oz.

Usually he would have noticed the steady approach of someone else not a short distance away. And in all honesty, his instincts were ringing at him, alerting him that something was up. But when you are doing something you shouldn’t, often those instincts alert you anyways. Any other day he would have glanced around to be sure that was the only problem, but Oz was getting a little too arrogant with his luck.

So hearing the words spoken so close behind him caused Oz to swing around, his instincts as a warrior and as a ruler conflicting, causing him to shift into a stance to defend himself and his eyes appearing calculating, despite the charming smile that slipped onto his face immediately. Seeing Alison there, the only thing passing into his mind were two words…’Oh Shit’. What came out of his mouth was something differently entirely. He dropped his stance just as quick as he had taken it and let his eyes move from calculating to charming despite the horrible circumstances.

”Thank you…I thought it was quite the clever name…”

[/b] He responded, his tone dripping with charm as he ignored the sarcasm. He didn’t bother trying to defend himself. He didn’t know his situation. All he knew was Alison was certainly in Anti-RSOR, or at least connected directly to it. They could be pleased with him for spilling little tidbits, irritated that they were not that juicy or pissed. And that meant so could Alison. Oz wasn’t sure whether she thought his current scheme was actually clever, witty and pleasing to her, or if it was a horrid and awful thing to do. His true thoughts were all on one demanding and important question; Was she going to blow his cover?! and more importantly Who was she going to tell?.

Oz continued to ooze charm as he replied with a graceful ”Thank you…I thought it was witty myself, but who am I to judge my own work?” despite his own alarm and discomfort. He was definitely amazing even himself with how calm and charming he appeared on the outside despite the circumstances. Oz was pleased with himself for that alone. He did however note the smile leaking over her face. It spoke of dangers that he chose to appear oblivious to, especially now that he knew she disapproved.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

The freshman honestly had no idea what she would come across tonight, but now that she was there...well, this opportunity was too good to be true. Ever since the post about Orville, she'd been wanting to give The Wizard a piece of her mind. Now he was writing a post about another past brother (and in this case, current one as well), and while she was highly tempted to grab him by the collar of his shirt and wipe the satisfied smirk off of his face, she possessed the sense to realize that this would be a bad idea in more ways than one. Primarily because, well, she was 5'1". The chances of her having the ability to cause any serious harm to a tall junior boy were slim to none, unless she gave him a good sock in the family jewels.

...not that that sounded entirely unappealing...

"Just enough to drop a hint, but not enough to give yourself away. Not bad. Not bad at all."[/color] Alison responded with a saccharine smile, choosing not to divulge how she truly felt about The Wizard's deeds at this point, though on the inside he was seething. She thought her feelings toward Errol were bad. This guy took Errol's cocky nature and passed it tenfold!

After his next remark, Alison found that she could not hold back any longer. She never planned on being entirely cordial to him during this confrontation anyway. After all, it was a confrontation. This guy needed to know that what he was doing was wrong - Although, judging by the way he was acting, he probably already knew it anyway. The 21st century lexicon had a perfect word for this that Alison's former time period of the late 19th and early 20th century did not - A tool. Oz was a tool, plain and simple.

"You're really proud of yourself for what you're doing, aren't you? Nevermind that none of these people have done anything to you. I don't think Wilbur has ever even acknowledged your presence other than a 'hello, how are you', so why are you even attacking him?"[/color] Alison glared at the young man before her, folding her arms across her chest. In her "righteous anger", she failed to notice that she made a fatal mistake in calling Nate by the name of Wilbur. As such, she did not stop to pause and correct herself, which might be for the better...or might have just landed her in even more hot water.

"I can't say I'm entirely pleased that some Gossip Girl wannabee is smearing my brother's name on a public bulletin board. You would think that with brains like yours you could do something a lot more productive with your time."[/color] Though Alison's comment started off as a snarl, it finished at an almost portentous purr. She did feel that what Oz was doing was clever, albeit wrong. Would probably be more clever if he hadn't gotten caught by her, but hey, he almost had the school going. Almost. Though with the accidental ammo she gave him, it probably wasn't wise to count him out just yet...

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To: Jez-E/Oz
Notes: She slipped

[Oz Gavin Jenson]

when would they learn,
how would they know…

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Oz wasn’t entirely sure what this confrontation would lead to, but for the moment it was certainly in the girl’s favour. He did know a few ways it could be much worse, however, and as a result he felt he could handle this. Oz quickly glanced down one end of the hall and the other, making sure no one else was around. That was the last thing he needed; someone walking up and hearing her talking about The Wizard and referring to Oz. And yeah, sure, he was The Wizard, but it wasn’t time for everyone to know that yet. This was a pre-exposure and needed to be dealt with quietly and diplomatically. So in other words, He couldn’t just make her disappear as he could have back in his previous life.

Oz also knew that any potential physical assault he could handle, seeing as he had been a pharaoh who led many expeditions and that meant he knew battle. He knew how to fight and defend himself, even when he didn’t want to harm someone directly. It was a nice asset that much was clear. But in this instance he didn’t know the girl and he couldn’t predict if she would try one thing or another. In fact, he didn’t know if he had even offended her personally.

”That was the intention. Though, I have to say, I was hoping to keep it quiet for a while and not be discovered so quickly. Which is why I am sure you understand my dilemma…”

[/b] he said, the charming smile remaining firmly in place. If there was one thing Oz was known for it was that smile. He had charmed so many people with that smile and grinded the nerves of those who disliked him with that smile. He had a talent for appearing happy and attentive with that smile, even when he was furious or trying to gain something more from circumstances where he didn’t actually care. Oz had a talent for appearing completely unbothered by something because he could hide behind that charming smile. It was serving him well right now as a result.

He also had a skill for manipulating people. He knew just what to say to piss someone off and just how to word it to sound like that was far from his intentions. He hadn’t been a ruler for 66 years in Ancient Egypt by being brash and foolish. He was calm, collected and calculating. So when she finally did snap he couldn’t help a slightly amused grin that flitted across his face for a brief moment before being swallowed up by the charming smile all over again, which remained on his face as she said what she felt she needed to say.

He almost missed the rest of what she said when he heard the word Wilbur escape her lips. Her brother was Nate, who all of RSOR knew was actually Wilbur Wright. Wilbur the name of a possible student was no one for him to target since all his targets were RSOR. Wilbur was what the bulletin he just posted was targeting. He almost couldn’t help the sense of pure glee that he felt. He had his outing now, and she had given it to him.

”Now, now, you misunderstand my intentions. And I assure, pride has nothing to do with it. And I am hardly aiming to be a Gossip Girl. I have motives and they are none of your concern. If I merely targeted the true targets it would be much more reason for suspect and would cause a much larger sense of action from the faculty and the leader’s panel of RSOR. They would pursue the culprit instead of writing off what is said as mindless gossip. The gossip merely hides the true intentions.”[/b] The charming smile never left his face as he explained. His tone was even and he didn’t so much as raise his voice in response to her anger.

”But enough about that…I have a situation to deal with. You will not tell anyone about this. And I have a perfect means to maintain your silence. You are currently ‘a member’ of anti-RSOR and yet, you are also clearly a member of RSOR. A snitch on one for the other. After having run into you in the hallway that one day, I made note your pretty face. And I have noticed your correspondence with Tamara and Errol. Members of Anti-RSOR are just as talked about as those within RSOR in this school…”[/b] he couldn’t help the mischievous look that passed over his face.

His eyes must have portrayed his sense of victory, as it was a feeling he couldn’t resist. Oz loved a good win. And this was a very important victory at that. ”If you inform even a norm of my identity as ‘The Wizard’ then I will be sure RSOR finds you responsible for feeding anti-RSOR accurate information pertaining to our great secret…you are in the perfect position to do so and surely the blame will fall to you when they have the information and all the clues that point toward you being the culprit. But further than that, I will also inform Anti-RSOR of your affiliations with RSOR. I am sure they would be just as furious to know the enemy has infiltrated their organization…So you go to no one, or you lose everyone…”[/b] Oz added the last part with that charming smile spreading back over his face, as if he had just told her how pretty her eyes were or how lovely her fashion sense was.

The ball was now in the girl’s court. She would be the one who decided whether he had to go about ruining her life or if she would cooperate. She had given it to him freely too. ”And to think, I wouldn’t be able to contain this if not for your loose tongue. Calling him Wilbur wasn’t your brightest move…When confronting someone it is usually best to keep your emotions in check or you will find yourself making mistakes.”[/b] He added on, as in a tone that said he was a friend giving advice.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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That smile. It was a smile that Alison was coming to loathe. Had this meeting been under other circumstances, Alison may have fallen for the smile just like everyone else. Now it seemed mocking in nature. "Of course I do."[/color] She wasn't going to utter any more or less on that issue, not until she knew what she was dealing with. Her intent was to conceal as many of the cards up her sleeve as possible. Unfortunately, Oz caught the one slip-up that she did make and intended to use it to his advantage. At least he knew how to play the game.

The freshman went over what the junior was saying in her head. Little as she wanted to admit it, what he was saying did make sense. He knew what he was doing, and it would be almost admirable the amount of effort that he was putting into this ruse, if only he wasn't aiming to ruin people's lives with it! She also hated herself for even thinking positive things about him. This was a man who'd already targeted two of the closest people to her heart. It was, in fact, the only reason that she made her fatal slip up in the first place.

Alison could not stop the color draining from her face as Oz brought to light her poor choice of words. She'd called Nathan Wilbur. Wilbur, a name he was well known by in RSOR, and in his past life, a life that she was very much a part of. Thankfully, Oz didn't catch that little tidbit. Thankfully, Wilbur was her brother in this life as well, and therefore it did not draw further suspicion that she'd referred to him as her brother. Oz now knew her status within RSOR, but he did not know who exactly she was, and she intended to keep that much a secret. The fact remained that she still harbored a huge secret about him, and was in fact the only person who knew The Wizard's identity. He had his ways of making sure that his secret didn't get out.

"It still seems awfully petty, Your Greatness."[/color] Alison stated in a scathing tone, but a charming smile to match Oz's. Two could play at that game. At least where this was concerned, she had an advantage, and she wanted to flaunt that over him as much as she could - She knew who he was. He did not know her identity, and she had absolutely no intent of giving that away. She also had every intent to deflate his overlarge head. "So what exactly is your goal, if you don't mind me asking? I promise I won't tell anyone."[/color] She smirked a little at this. Of course, the only reason she'd remain silent was because of him, and he'd likely find that amusing.

When the subject came back to her brother she was reminded ever so much of her overwhelming urge to thwack him over the head with something blunt, but was through with making mistakes. He'd called her out on one, and she was not going to make another. She leaned against a poll, letting out a light laugh as though the two of them were just friends chatting about the weather. "And might I suggest paying more attention to your surroundings? You didn't even notice me until I was directly on top of you. You're lucky I did make that slip up, elsewise your little game would be up. Now? You get to have even more fun! However will we keep in touch, though? I certainly don't want to lose touch with you after this chance meeting."[/color] Alison wanted to keep an eye on Oz just as much as he likely wanted to keep an eye on her.

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To: Jez-E/Oz
Notes: Wewt ^^

[Oz Gavin Jenson]

when would they learn,
how would they know…

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Oz knew already that many people fell for his charm and that smile he was able to ease onto his face. He also knew that anyone who saw just what was behind that smile often hated it. But the best part was that even if that person called him out no one believed it. It was an amazing feeling to know that winning over so many so easily meant that even when the truth was spoken people remained blind to it. Hell, Isa was aware of Oz, or at least she knew something was up and didn`t like him. Even that kid Aiden had appeared to noticed something was off about Oz. But most people were oblivious and that was key to Oz`s plans. They couldn`t see through him or things were over.

To be honest, Oz couldn`t help but feel like this had become a bit of a game. And if there was something Oz was good at it was mind games. If there was clever and cautious thought involved it intrigued him and peeked his interest. It also didn`t help this one was in his ball park. He knew the ways around quiet deception. It was just what he had to do these days to get somewhere he wanted to go. This world was a diplomatic world. Everything you did was about reputation, words and the masses over the individual. Oz knew this. If this had been Ancient Egypt different laws would apply. Power would play a key role, as would birth right, rank, position and possessions. All of the things Oz had in this life, though not nearly to the scale he had previously had them. Instead he had to play a diplomatic game, and he had done that before in the past as well. He was equipped to deal with this…easily…

Oz could tell he had hit a nerve when he watched the reaction his words brought about in the girl. He didn`t realize quite yet just how important Wilbur was to her as Wilbur instead of as Nate. But he did know there was a close bond there for her to react as she had. And best of all, he now had his own means to play the game. Even more so than he had before…he was thankful. But he was also certain he would have thought of something even if she hadn’t said something to tip him off. After all, he was Ramses the Great—not some bland, boring, high schooler…

Hearing the stress placed on Greatness, Oz couldn’t help the devious grin playing across his face. ”Oh good…you do know who you are dealing with. That makes the game that much more entertaining...now I just need to work out who you are—it shouldn’t be too difficult…”

[/b] He wasn’t about to tell her how, but he could just ask certain members of RSOR when the time was right. Until then, she was good to remain anonymous. Though knowing her skill set would be a benefit in the long run. He could handle it, no matter what it was. Most female reincarnates were harmless as far as Oz was concerned. Then again, so were the majority of the male ones. What was a painter, writer, rights activist or a politician going to do to him? Bore him to death?

Hearing her ask about his goal, Oz let that charming smile come to the surface again. ”That is a delicate and personal concern. I am no fool of a movie villain…I am not about divulge my intentions or full plans to you when they haven’t been accomplished…The less you know the better…”[/b] Oz responded, fluffing her off with ease. The very idea that she thought he would tell was amusing in itself. He couldn’t help the evident amusement in his eyes, even if his smile was controlled.

To be honest, even her manner of speaking was amusing to Oz. It was going to make the game that much more fun. She knew how to mask her feelings with her own appearance of friendliness and charm. Talk about a perfect partner to this dangerous and highly volatile dance…

”I got cocky…it won’t happen again.”[/b] He said, matter-of-factly. And his tone was honest and definitive. If there was one thing Oz knew for certain, it was that he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. The first time it was an accident, the second time was just carelessness.

He let the charm ooze at his next words, ”I tend to have a way of getting what I want. And I am very good at what I set my mind on. I would have found something to keep your silence before this conversation ended, with or without your carelessness.”[/b] He said smoothly. His confidence was behind the words as was an open honesty that when it showed up was very obvious.

Oz pulled out his cellphone with a smile, handing it to Alison. ”Yes we shall. You’re number if you don’t mind. I definitely need to keep an eye on you. I have a feeling we will be close friends from this moment forward…Allow me to provide you with my number as well…you never know.”[/b] He added with a mischievous grin. His charm was still within full use, just in a different way now that the girl knew just what he was about.

”Also, your name was Alison Driscoll if I remember correctly?”[/b] He asked, just to be sure he had the right name for the right face.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

Alison didn't like feeling helpless, especially in front of someone who already had an overinflated head. There wasn't much she could do about it at the moment, but you could bet that her mind was constantly reeling, trying to think of a way she could 'get back' at Oz, so to speak. Granted, his threats about turning everyone against her weren't as powerful as he thought, owing to the fact that she knew of at least two people who would believe her, and who would know all too well that such a thing was not in her character. She would not stoop so low.

Was she going to let Oz know that this was getting to her in the way that he was? She knew that he knew he had power over her, so why give him any more by reacting to him in a negative way? Former pharaoh or not, his actions were quite bully-ish and Alison, for the time being, regarded him as not much more than a bully. A craft bully to be sure, but a bully nonetheless. One thing she did wonder about was his motive, but alas, he kept his mouth shut. Smart boy. Alison did wonder just how easily Oz might be able to access the records for her identity. He might be able to get to it without a problem...or Petra and Isabella might step in the way, seeing as Alison was working as a spy. Alison knew that she was careful even when in the RSOR room. This meant that she'd have to stay out of the RSOR room for the time being, as much as it killed her. It also meant making sure that if she went to her brothers' dorm, it was when Wilbur/Nate was home, elsewise it might point to her true identity. She could pass off her frequent visits as visiting a brother she happened to be quite close to when it came to Nate, but Oliver? That was a little different.

"Figured it couldn't hurt to ask."[/color] Alison noted with a casual shrug, not even acknowledging the amusement in Oz's eyes with a reaction of her own. She knew what would happen if she acknowledge it, and she didn't want to deal with that. It was much better to remain stoic like this, and not give Oz anything to fight with. Although she could certainly fight back if she needed to.

Alison was fortunate to have the experience in dealing with royalty in her past life. This wasn't entirely new to her, although she had to admit that not all royals had as big of a head as this particular one. When Oz so much as admitted that he'd gotten cocky, Alison couldn't help but smirk. "Hey, at least you admit it. Oh, I don't doubt that you would find something to use against me. I just happened to give you something incredibly juicy. Call it a payback for what I've discovered about you, Gossip Girl."[/color] The insult was fairly forthright, but it was also lathered in sweet talk. It wasn't spoken in an angry, nor threatening tone. It was spoken as calmly as though they were discussing the weather. He was clever, yes, but the description truly fit in her opinion. Until he started posting things of consequence, he really wasn't much better than Tamara. "Word of advice, though - People are going to start losing interest unless you give them something good. Might want to consider that for your next couple of notes."[/color] She figured he probably already knew this, but this was a jab of it's own. She was speaking to him in a tone that suggested that he might actually be in need of such advice...almost mockingly. Hey, both of them had slipped up once...if he was going to poke at her she was going to poke right back. You didn't grow up with four brothers in one life and one in another and learn how to just sit back and take it.

Alison graciously took the cell phone and added herself in. She also removed the cell phone from her pocket and placed his number into her phone. She tossed his phone back at him, perhaps with a bit more force than she intended to, but no one was perfect. He was bound to get a reaction out of her at some point, but she wasn't going to give him much else. "Unless Nathan has another sister that I don't know about, I don't see who else I could be. It's a shame we had to meet under such circumstances, but I look forward to getting to know you. Not often that one comes across a gentleman like yourself..."[/color] It was spoken in an almost flirtatious tone, but for a glint in her eyes that showed that she intended to make this as challenging for him as possible. Game indeed.

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To: Jez-E/Oz
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[Oz Gavin Jenson]

when would they learn,
how would they know…

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Oz was fully aware of the holes in his plans. He knew full well that Isa would at least believe Alison over him. Then again, Isa hated Oz and for some reason could see past his charm to the somewhat darker interior. Though, truth be told, it wasn’t like Oz was a bad person. He just didn’t understand how someone so unqualified could be on the leader’s panel and someone like him could be just an average member of RSOR. He was a born leader. He was born a leader, would always be a leader and had been a successful one at that. Was it so much to ask for just a bit of the past to effect the present? The RSOR was all about the past really, and yet, the past held no sway in the RSOR management or even the running of the club.

And though Oz didn’t find what he was doing to Alison very tasteful, he had done much worse things in the past. Truth be told, if it wasn’t for the hot water it would put him in, Alison would have been find to go about what she was doing, but for the moment, Oz had too much to lose. He was desperate to be more than just some nobody. He wasn’t just a nobody! He couldn’t settle for being a nobody! He was Ramses the Great…the greatest Pharaoh to ever rule Egypt. He was born royalty, he died royalty and he lived with power and respect. Now he was just some high school nobody who even the reincarnates joked at for his past. His past wasn’t a joke and neither was his titles and his achievements. But Oz honestly felt like all that hard work and effort meant nothing now. He had been the most amazing being in Egypt and now he was just another guy. He just couldn’t accept that.

Oz grinned in response. ”Well asking has never hurt anyone…”

[/b] Oz agreed, though he wasn’t about to give her his reasoning. It was far too soft for what he was doing. He was doing some awful stuff but with a desperation that he knew was foolish and a bit too juvenile. But it was what his heart wanted and he was striving to achieve it. At the very least it was a piece of mind for Oz to know Alison was playing the game too. It made doing this to her so much easier than if his conscience had time to reason out that what he was doing wasn’t right.

Oz’s eyebrow shot up a bit at her remark about him admitting it. ”I am human too. I make mistakes just like the next person. And it wouldn’t kill you to look at me as if I am a person despite our circumstances.”[/b] Oz retorted, as if giving a friend some advice on how to deal with a fight between two friends. ”It’s not like I wanted you to get involved, and it isn’t like I enjoy the thought of blackmailing someone, but sometimes you have to do what you don’t want to do.”[/b] he replied. He knew this was giving her something to use as ammunition against him, but being dishonest had no point in the game he was playing.

Oz chose to ignore the Gossip Girl insult past that. ”I am aware that people need more than gossip. But truth be told, Gossip also causing insecurities and breaches in confidence, despite being rumours or gossip. You’ll find that what I have said already has had an effect. I am sure you noticed it….”[/b] He decided to continue on and explain. ”Raven and Leila was just something light to show I knew something and get everyone on their toes…but also I needed something that those two wouldn’t get too angry about. I don’t need psychos after me… Oliver was easy enough to post about since everyone knows he is a member of RSOR and the fact that he responds quickly and a little too effectively to hearsay. Nate and Cindy…well that was more meant to irk than to do anything else, I wasn’t looking for a huge reaction. Just wait and watch the show…and you may understand my targets.”[/b] Oz responded casually, not sounding the least bit bothered by her comment either. Though it was nice to have someone to speak of his genius to, unwilling or not.

Oz couldn’t help but be amused at the dignity she had and the grace as she put in her number. Though, the force of returning his phone was a bit more expressive. With a nature reflex he caught it. The phone was a little expensive to be throwing around.

”Oh, I am sure getting to know me is far from something you look forward to. But I think you may be surprised at the big picture once you see more of what is to come…should things work out.”[/b] His charm couldn’t ooze any more than when he was using it during this instance. This meeting was certainly testing his abilities. ”And I am sure a lady like yourself is hard to come by…”[/b] He offered in response, his tone genuine and intended to throw her off.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Tag • Alison Driscoll ••
•• Words • 872 ••
•• Outfit • CLICK ••
•• Lyrics • "Live to Tell" by Madonna ••

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