Secret Agent Chick [Errol!]

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

The things she volunteered to do.

It was too late to turn back now, and besides, Alison Driscoll did enjoy her job to some extent. She liked to do her share of work, and in this case she would. She also had to admit that she was a perfect candidate for the position, which Petra and Isabella had acknowledged as well when they'd 'hired' her on as a mole for the Anti-RSOR. It wasn't too hard to slip in the cracks when her roommate happened to be newly recruited to the group as well. She could just pass it on as having talked to Kodi and expressing interest. She even had a well placed older brother that could be used as an excuse. After all, she'd heard that the primary reason Tamara was interested in RSOR was due to the fact that her little sister had been recruited, so why shouldn't Alison feel the same way about her older brother?

Except that she was actually a member of RSOR as well, and Nathan Driscoll was not only her current brother, but her past brother as well.

Alison had her work cut out for her, and she knew this. She had a lot of work ahead. First, she had to figure out what exactly Anti-RSOR already knew about RSOR. Then, she could start planting false leads. This seemed like the best way to keep Anti-RSOR off of RSOR's trail, not to mention it was not all that unbelievable that Alison would get bits and pieces of information. It was through Lenita, her adopted sister, that Tamara had discovered that Oliver's 'nickname' was Orville, so why would Alison overhear her brother saying things? Of course, these things would be entirely made up, but her three new pals didn't necessarily need to know that.

The bespectacled freshman did feel guilty for what she was doing, but it seemed like a necessary evil. Anti-RSOR was getting way too close to the truth for everyone's liking, and RSOR was not by any means a secret that its members wanted to get out. Some part of it, admittedly, was also for personal reasons. While she had nothing personally against Kodi and Tamara (as of yet), Errol had already rubbed her the wrong way. In fact, Errol rubbed her the wrong way before the two of them even met officially. Just the story that Errol had broken into Oliver's room and intimidated her past brother made her want to slap him on the side of the head with the book she was currently reading as she perched on the stairs in the entrance hall. She was careful to glance up every once in a while, to make certain that she would not suddenly find herself trampled by someone who was more concerned with yapping away on their cell phone than watching where they were going. Alison loved phones as much as any other girl, but there was a time and a place for them.

As a group of sophomore boys came running past, apparently dead set on seeing who would reach the top of the stairs first, Alison let out a light snort and moved as far as she could toward the wall. She looked up from 'To Kill A Mockingbird' when she noticed a shadow looming over her. Smiling, she marked her place in the book and then looked back to the figure the shadow belonged to. "Good, you finally came. I was starting to get worried."[/color]

Word count: 586
To: Dante/Errol
Notes: No need to reply to this right away. I just had inspiration and decided to use it. XD

[Errol Thom Murdock]

The anti-rsor was not at all like the organization it was seeking to take down. The anti-rsor had small numbers, and those within it were generally the sort you'd see as bad guys. Drama mongers, bullies, nosy freshmen...that sort of thing. But wasn't George Washington seen as the bad guy to the Brits? Not that Errol would compare himself to Washington - that was dumb. But the anti-rsor was generally regarded as the scourge of the school for no good reason that he could see. Was everyone going to sit around and just let some group operate in secrecy like this? This was stuff cults worked on. But...rsor was even more confusing than that, since plenty of the members were natural leaders, overly religious, crazy, delinquents, quiet kids and all other shapes and forms, but very few were the sort you'd expect to find in a cult. It was so strange. And then you had the weak, sometimes near dead that wanted not to overthrow it persay, but demand some answers.

It was like a time bomb. Sooner or later people were going to get answers. Sooner of later. Errol would stop at nothing to do it. He demanded answers. And with a new surge of freshmen interested, he and Tamara could easily assume control of the anti-rsor and soon...they'd crack that code. What could they possibly be hiding that was so earth shattering they had to hide? It was time for revolution, if it was. And Errol was going to try and help forward that cause.

Which was exactly what he was up to this very moment. He had no music with him, for once in his life. No, this time he was out to meet Alison, a girl that wanted info on rsor as much as her roommate, Kodi, and was willing to work for them to get it. She hadn't been a wealth of information, but she said she could write. Time for some propaganda. Errol didn't pay attention in class, but he wasn't stupid, like, say, Carter. He wandered to the stairs in the entrance hall, spotting the girl with glasses on the stairs. That would be the kid.

"I'll show when I show, but you can be sure I'll show." Errol said in response to her first words. "Don't worry about that. No, there are other things to worry about. Or at the very least, ponder. Ponder tastes like pebble." The teen leaned on a wall, one foot on the first step of the staircase, one on the ground as he looked down at her. "You said you write. You know anything about propaganda?"



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words| 477
tagged| Alison / Mandee
notes| Sorry for all the waiting. x.x

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

The freshman could understand why others would be interested in the goings on of RSOR. It was a mystery, and people were big on mysteries. In addition, Alison had become recently aware of the fact that Errol was confused for a reincarnate during his first couple of years at the school. It only made sense that Errol be more curious than most, seeing as he'd been scouted out by the group before. Alison couldn't help but wonder just how far into the recruiting process things had gotten with Errol - And if the person or persons who tried to recruit Errol were even at the school anymore.

In the end, though, she brushed these curiosities aside. She wasn't there to find out Errol's backstory. Not just yet, at least. She was there to gather information on Anti-RSOR. Primarily, she was there to protect the secret. There was a little more to it than that, though. It was mostly to protect those she cared about (especially Wilbur and Orville), but another part of Alison relished the chance to be part of something big. She wanted to do her part for RSOR, and not sit around on the sidelines.

She was tempted to roll her eyes at Errol's greeting, though was fortunately able to stop herself. After all, the words seemed to be somewhat neutral. The 'I'll show when I show' sounded a bit like a challenge, but the 'you can be sure I'll show' part sounded like more of a positive sentiment. So Errol received a neutral response - A shrug. "I have no reason to believe you wouldn't keep your promises."[/color] She smiled, a smile that increased in size when Errol delved straight into the reason that they were there. Well, that made things a lot easier for her. The pebble comment was a little weird, though, and Alison's eyebrow went up just a tad as a snort escaped her. "What exactly does pebble taste like anyway?"[/color] She wasn't laughing out of malice, despite the fact that Errol did annoy her - She was laughing because it seemed like such an out there statement. Clearly she wasn't used to Errol as of yet.

"Plenty of other things to ponder. Such as..."[/color] Well, looked like he was thinking along the same lines. She noticed him looking down at her, and rose slowly to her feet, leaning against the opposite wall with her book in her hand. There, this felt more comfortable, now that they were on an even keel. Errol was asking her about propaganda. Oh boy. So that was the sort of thing he wanted her to write? Obviously she wouldn't be writing completely blind. She would write what they told her to, of course. However, she'd also be confiding in Petra and Isabella whatever she was to write about. While part of Alison was beginning to regret making the comment, she would see how it panned out. If everything worked out, it might get her further into Anti-RSOR than she could ever dream of otherwise. "What did you have in mind?"[/color]

Word count: 534
To: Dante/Errol
Notes: Mmhmm

[Errol Thom Murdock]

Errol knew that some of what he was doing was mean-spirited, not just curious. He had friends in RSOR - Sylent and Chess were two major exemplars. It probably was enough to make people wonder what Errol was doing - either you were for them, against them, or indifferent, so how was he friends with "the enemy"? Even he'd had to think on it, and he felt it came down to this: he wasn't against the people was much the the institution they belonged to. He just kept telling himself that again and again. Because, at the end of the day, he just wanted to know what RSOR was. The trouble was, the only way to find that out, it seemed, was make it fall apart. There were no cracks - the anti-RSOR had to make them. And if only he knew they were not just playing defence anymore, but offence, in the way of one Alison Driscoll! Though it would have served him right.

People might have been passing on occasion, but Errol wasn't concerned, and it showed how he launched right into things. Most people who passed by gave them a berth, after all. If anyone slowed down, then he'd shut up. "Yes, a pebble. All round and smooth...pebbly in nature." Errol tried (probably in vain) to explain. Silly people, no clue what he was talking about half the time. Just thinking he was crazy. Well, whatever. He was used to it, and somewhat enjoyed it by this point. Being able to sound like you were on an acid trip the whole time could get amusing really quickly. It could get annoying just as quickly, but that was neither here nor there for the situation.

The situation called for some writing. "What I had in mind," Errol began after Alison had stood, "Was things that would make the typical person thing twice about RSOR. As it stands, most people don't care if they're not it, right? They have friends and shit in RSOR, so why would they? Well, we wanna get some issues in their face. Like...some people are award obsessed. Something that highlights that RSOR kids take home more awards than the rest of us, stuff like that. What do you think? Tell me." Errol wasn't being considerate about her opinion with that comment as much as being wise. He had no idea Alison was a spy, but he was greedy and wasn't just gonna throw out all his information at once...and of course, there was the legitimate option that Alison had something to contribute.

"What drew you to the anti-rsor? There's a thorn in every one's side over the club. Or, we hope. Al we have to do is find it, then we're in business. We don't have to be cruel, we just have to show 'em what's going on." Oh, Errol. He sounded like a politician sometimes, or at lest he thought he did, which said a lot about the government.

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words| 539
tagged| Alison / Mandee
notes| None

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

One part of Alison's question was answered, but not the other. "What does a pebble taste like?"[/color] She asked again. It was hard to imagine the word ponder being round...well, not exactly hard to picture, if one pictured the words in a circle, but she had a feeling that that wasn't what Errol met. She didn't know him, but she knew that he was, shall we say, different. A trait that likely did make him stand out to RSOR. She didn't know many of his other qualities, so nothing really jumped out at her as RSOR-ish, but she knew that people often kept their eyes open around those who behaved 'strangely' in any way. And Errol? Well, that was definitely him. "I want to guess dirt but I don't imagine that tastes very good. And I wouldn't expect the word ponder to taste like dirt anyway. Seems like more of a...citrus-y word. Or maybe meaty."[/color]

At least she was doing a decent enough job of keeping up with the whole thing?

Then Errol got down to business. Good. She didn't really want to dilly dally around either. They hadn't gotten together just to chit-chat, after all. If that was Alison's goal, she would find others' who's company she preferred MUCH more. "So you want me to write out why others should care? That shouldn't be too hard. You say you've seen favoritism toward RSOR kids. That's going to get people talking. I think we need more than that, though..."[/color] She bit down on her lip, pretending to think hard about the whole time. In reality, her mind had been reeling while she was speaking, and she already had an idea in her mind before she'd even stated that more was needed.

"Well, I know a little about RSOR from my brother, like I said. I was rummaging around in his stuff a bit the last time I went to his apartment. I could put that in my article. There's some really juicy stuff in there, I think you'd like it."[/color] Alison smiled. Oh, she would certainly write about something juicy. Something juicy that would completely throw Anti-RSOR off the trail of RSOR, yet would look entirely authentic to Anti-RSOR and any other normals who came across it. She just hoped that she could pull it off. Was she nervous? Hell yes! She was playing a damn dangerous game.

To make matters worse, a new entity calling itself 'The Wizard' emerged. Was 'The Wizard' a foil? Judging from the way Tamara and Kodi acted while she was with them, Anti-RSOR was not behind it. That left possibly some other normal who was interested in bringing down RSOR, or someone from RSOR trying to bring it down from the inside. There was also a possibility that there was another person in RSOR with a role like her own, trying to throw Anti-RSOR off the trail. If that was the case, though, then why wasn't Alison made aware of it? Isa's reaction also suggested that this was something out of left field to the leader's panel as well. This was already complicated enough without throwing something else into the picture, but alas, not much she could do about the issue.

Word count: 563
To: Dante/Errol
Notes: Nada

[Errol Thom Murdock]

Pebble. Pebble. PEBBLE. It was quite the word when you were him, but it was hard to describe the sensation to her, even if she kept inquiring. "No, you're wrong on all counts. I can taste it but...it feels...oh forget it." He'd never licked a damn pebble!He just knew the feeling and mild taste he got, which was sort of like eating something tasteless. You felt it, you knew it was there, in your mouth, and you did taste it a bit but it wasn't like some other things. "We're not here to discuss neurological impulses, are we? Better things to do." If she said another word on it he'd tell her "Alison" tasted like beetle poop, even if it did not.

Errol proceeded to shut up and listen as the conversation changed back to something more useful than his "condition", and to the resident school mystery. "I don't think we need to say more than that on most of the posters or whatever. We don't want people able to theorize without us. Half of this is in the organization. If a big thing pops up, maybe it can do more damage or make teachers take notice over scattered people with one main info source. I think. However, " He grinned at the mention of something 'juicy' "Do go on."

Unfortunately for Errol, she gave nothing concrete. The boy looked mildly put out, crossing his arms over the bright orange T-shirt he sported. "Oh come on now, spill. It's not going into anything unless it's online first or if it's heard by someone." He and Tamara could act alone if they wanted, but Alison or even Kodi were another matter. That and Errol liked control, liked being about to know things he deemed his business. For example, while he behaved in a stalkerish manner around Chess, he did not feel the need to be informed overmuch about Sylent's pregnancy. Because that was not his business, unless she decided to involve him. Hypocritical given he was involving himself with RSOR and being a thorn in their ass. That aside, he liked to know things about the anti-RSOR movement, and so the Wizard's actions, while possibly invaluable, did mildly irk him. Why didn't that person just come out to them? What was it they had to hide? Well, for now Errol was just stuck playing the waiting game. At the end of the day, it was only skin of RSOR's ass, not his.

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words| 462
tagged| Alison / Mandee
notes| beetle poop.

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

Alison was a bit taken aback by Errol's response, and it showed in her face, but she declined to make any more comments. It didn't sound as though Errol wanted to discuss the subject any longer anyway, and she'd happily oblige with that. There were more important things to be discussed anyway. When Errol spoke what she was thinking, Alison couldn't help but smile. "Exactly."[/color]

The freshman nodded as Errol asserted that they wouldn't have to include much information on most of their posters. "Just something to grab their attention, right? Then, if they show enough interest, and look in the right places...the more information they'll get."[/color] With this, of course, she meant that they would be lured to Anti-RSOR. While Alison obviously did not support the motives of the organization as a whole, she did understand that it likely had a similar goal to RSOR when it came to members - They needed to recruit. Of course, Anti-RSOR could go about it in a much more obvious way than RSOR, given the nature of the organization. That was one advantage that Anti-RSOR had, but still...they had to have something to lure their members in. They couldn't present everything all at once. She thought it would be incredibly stupid if they exposed all the information they had on RSOR in one article anyway. It was an old and tried saying, but it was still true in many cases - Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

Which was why it kind of annoyed her that Errol was trying to get her to do just that. She didn't particularly want to tell him what she had straight away. Even if what she had wasn't really much of anything. She was playing around with him as much as he was playing around with her...and, truthfully, enjoying it to some extent. Errol seemed to have such a big head when it came to all of this, yet he really didn't have much information at all. Even with the goldmine of information that they'd uncovered so far - Oliver's connection with Orville Wright - they were nowhere near the truth. Yet it was obvious by the way that they acted that they were proud of this accomplishment. Fortunately, this made Alison's job easier - If she could just feed them the right wrong information (or "Wright" wrong, in her case), she could put them on completely the wrong track, with the group thinking that they were closer than ever to the truth. It served them right in her eyes, for being no better than bullies.

Then again, she was a little biased, considering.

Alison licked her lips, pretending to be hesitant. To some extent, she was, which certainly helped her act. "Weeeeeeeeeeell, I heard my brother and a couple of others talking about some sort of presentation that they were to make in front of some committee. No idea what sort of committee they were talking about, but it didn't sound like they wanted anyone to know about it."[/color] False seed number one planted. She just hoped that it would take, or at least get Errol to think a little. The vague 'committee' could really mean anything. It could be the leader's panel in RSOR, it could be some sort of academic committee, or, in the case of some of the more 'out there' theories about RSOR, it could be a government committee coming to check out the secret weapon that RSOR was building.

Then again, the 'out there' theories really held more merit than anything else. It was just a good thing that only one person outside of RSOR knew the secret. Whatever had gotten the girl to stay quiet was unbeknownst to Alison, but she was thankful for that. Her main concern at the moment was Errol. How would the junior take the "information" that Alison had treated him to?

Word count: 671
To: Dante/Errol
Notes: Yup

[Errol Thom Murdock]

Alison seemed quite cooperative just now. Errol liked that. Less work for him to do, that was for sure. He didn't want to have to argue with her over points, or how much to put onto the propaganda posters, or what. He just wanted things to, you know, work out for the better. "Exactly. Lure them in like moths to a light bulb, only we don't kill them. Because that would be retarded." Stating the obvious, much? But his next words were just another dosage of the irony that ran rampant in Riverdale Boarding High. "There's no point in having a bunch of dead people in your club." Oh, Errol. If only you know what you were saying with that! Having a bunch of dead people in a club could be quite beneficial indeed, when the dead people were wise beyond their biological age. It sure gave them an edge, sometimes, on the normies that were their classmates.

"We can even say we'll tell them more." Errol decided suddenly. "RSOR recruits all funny. I don't know how to explain it but it seems to be a sly probing, but we can even say, 'we want you and we don't recruit in secret, unlike them'." Errol just thought himself a right brainiac for that one, turning a recruitment poster in a peak for interest, a stab at RSOR and propaganda all in one. That would show his social studies teacher a thing or two...but then again, Alison was doing the posters themselves. Oh well. It wasn't music, so Errol would have to lay his pride to the side (very slightly) to get the job done and get it done well. Sometimes having minions was a great thing.

Minions with info. He crossed his arms as Alison spoke, something about a committee. Interesting. Not wholly useful, but the junior didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to know not all evidence was directly useful, but could support other evidence. What the poor guy didn't know that it was all a load of BS. "A committee? Not exactly poster worthy, but it is something, I suppose. Could evolve into something more. The question is what kind of committee..." It could mean the Leaders Panel, but that was abbreviated into LP, never called a committee (most normals knew that, let alone Errol) so that probably wasn't it. Maybe it was for something the RSOR was involved in. Soccer teams had soccer tournaments. Cooking teams went places to cook, band students went and played at places. So who was to say RSOR students didn't do RSOR-ly things, and to do them, they had to present to a committed or some shit like that? It was possible. Probable, even. "Either way, we'll eventually come to see where that takes us." It didn't even occur to Errol that me might be being lied to, his mind just went ahead with connections (likely to Alison's delight). If it was wrong later, he'd probably get mad, but only if he sound out it was totally false - if it was just wrong, he'd likely attribute it to the RSOR being oily again.

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words| 588
tagged| Alison / Mandee
notes| None

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

Alison let out a chuckle at Errol's 'joke', though it likely wasn't for the reason that Errol would assume. She was in on the irony of his statement - he was not. "That would be kind of pointless, wouldn't it?"[/color] Besides, all the 'dead people' would be recruited into RSOR, though she wasn't about to say that. It did add a little more to the irony of the statement, she had to admit.

The freshman put on a bewildered look at Errol's next statement. "Of course we'd want them to know that we'd tell them more! Why wouldn't we?"[/color] She knew the answer, but she had to pretend that she didn't in order to keep up appearances. She couldn't reveal how much she actually knew about, because it would look suspicious. "Tamara mentioned that you were scouted out by RSOR once...what was that like?"[/color] Alison could imagine, having been recruited (and accepted) into RSOR herself, but she wanted to hear Errol's point of view on the whole thing. After all, with this information, she might even be able to spin Errol's attempted recruiting into something that could deter the Anti-RSOR from the truth.

She knew her next words had gotten Errol to think. He also seemed to buy into them with ease, but what reason did he have not to trust Alison? She was just a curious little sister trying to figure out what her brother was up to...and with that, a good 40% or so of the school that belonged to this secret club. It wasn't that Alison didn't feel guilty at times for what she was doing, but honestly, something needed to be done to protect RSOR, and Alison would do what she could to protect it. It was the lesser of two evils. The world wasn't ready for the truth, and Alison knew it. She also knew that many members of RSOR weren't ready for the truth to come out to the rest of the world...and probably would never be.

"That's what I was wondering. I was thinking maybe the Leader's Panel?"[/color] She was sure Errol had already considered the option, but she was supposed to be trying to work out the mystery for herself. So why not join Errol in the contemplation of what said 'committee' might be? Even if said committee was actually a phantom.

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To: Dante/Errol
Notes:

[Errol Thom Murdock]

As much as the dead joke might be amusing Alison, Errol let it drop. He didn't see further purpose for it, and he didn't find it that incredibly funny compared to Alison. He half wondered why, but then decided he just didn't care about it enough. Irony. You'd think he bathed in the stuff.

Alison went on, and that he didn't understand. Something about why wouldn't we tell them? But...he'd just said that, about luring them in...Errol frowned, raised an eyebrow, and looked her in the eye, confusion and general 'what the fuck' expression evident. "I told you, so we can lure them in. What the hell are you talking about? The comment threw him off so much, he wasn't even sure about what to say about his "recruitment" now, seeing as Alison seemed to miss half the conversation in his eyes. "Hi, my name's Errol Thom Murdock. Thom tastes like pomegranates and butter. You're Alison. We are in the entrance hall and talking about posters, you got that this time?" This misstep by Alison, or misunderstanding by Errol may have cost her a lot. He had been about to tell her about RSOR seeking him out, but now no more - now he wanted to get to the bottom of her before anything else. One unclear sentence was all it took.

"Really, where have you been this conversation?" This statement of his seemed almost bemused. "I know you're smarter than that, Alison, there's got to be something behind what you're saying." There was no suspicion in his voice, nothing that would accuse her of lying, but the belief that maybe she'd been absent because she was thinking of something in that mind of hers. Errol knew (or felt, anyhow) he was one step up on the evolutionary ladder, but he wasn't so sure about the academic one sometimes. Maybe something useful crossed her mind, and being opportunistic as he was, he was going to pick it clean for info. All other conversation was lost, form the new info to the information that Alison was trying to gain for him, for now.

The question was, would Alison find some way to get Errol back on track? The temperamental composer could be a difficult person to manage, and while sometimes - such as when writing music, he could do many things at once and explore many things, other times he got fixated on a single thing - this time, her unusual word choice.


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words| 465
tagged| Alison / Mandee
notes| Poor Alison.

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

Errol's reaction was not as she expected, and she felt half tempted to reach over to him and slap him across the face for deliberately being obtuse (well, she did still have 'To Kill a Mockingbird' in her hand...). She realized that there had been a miscommunication somewhere (whether by fault of her, fault of Errol, or somewhere in the middle), but Errol didn't have to be a jerk about it. However, Alison also remained painfully aware that getting on Errol's bad side would greatly jeopardize her mission, and therefore she kept her mouth shut.

The worst part was, Errol's words seemed to hint at the fact that he was wary of Alison now. This was exactly what she didn't want, given her position. Obviously she couldn't tell him that the miscommunication likely arose because of the RSOR itself, but she decided to provide him with an answer nonetheless. He'd given her an out in his own prying, whether he knew it or not. Something behind what she was saying? Her mind on something else? Well, it was relatively easy to come up with something for that!

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about that committee. Do you have any ideas what they might be referring to?"[/color] As she figured, it would make sense that someone curious about RSOR might be fixated on a hint that they happened to overhear themselves. Plus, she wanted Errol to put as much consideration into this committee as possible. She wanted to distract him from the real hints that were being dropped unintentionally with something that would actually lead him farther from the truth. "Do you think it's the Leader's Panel or something else? I've rarely seen Nate talk so...determinedly before. I think this means a lot to him, whatever it is."[/color]

Alison looked contemplative at this point. In reality, she was contemplating where else she could take this conversation, but it could easily look as though she were contemplating the committee question. That was her intent, and hopefully she was pulling it off well enough to get through to Errol.

At least Errol seemed fixated on her. She would be more worried if he were distracted by something else, given her goals. She wanted Errol to maintain an interest in her. She wanted him to see her as an ally, a potential Anti-RSOR member if she wasn't considered one already. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. This was the game Alison was playing, and while she did not thoroughly enjoy it, she also knew that it had to be done. All for the safety of RSOR.

Word count: 450
To: Dante/Errol
Notes: Short. >.>

[Errol Thom Murdock]

You know, if Errol wasn't getting the short end of things, he might well have considered her actions admirable. She was doing something Errol could only wish he could do, but not only was it wickedly hard to get into RSOR, but no one in it seemed to default. Ever. Little did he knew that wasn't quite the case, but...what he didn't know couldn't hurt RSOR.

Alison seemed to take his poking at her pretty well, all things considered. Usually people didn't, and usually this caused some friction, but people could get off with friction and Errol found it quite satisfying, both of those types of friction - though in this case, the friction was not involving his crotch, just trying to push buttons.

"That committee is bugging you that much?" Errol questioned in response to her excuse. She didn't seem that easily bothered by shit, at least from what little he knew of her. She wasn't some hysterical female, so maybe that was something to be concerned about? Maybe. Maybe it was something big. Maybe the reason RSOR harped about the whole Oliver ordeal was to distract from this? Conspiracies, conspiracies, and more conspiracies. Conspiracies born of conspiracies. He really wanted to know how their they ticked now, how their...administration administered. "I've never heard of the Leaders Panel being referred to a committee. Might it have something to do with Hanston or the school board, even higher then the leaders? You need to keeps tabs on your brother. Don't think of it as betraying him....you're just bringing truth to light." Hey, she could feel that way! He felt that way, sometimes, when he thought his work was undermining Chess or Sylent or even Xelios, who had taken to studying him.

"No one's betraying nobody." He said simple, as he sat down on the stairs. "Undercover agents don't so much betray people as get the truth. That's what we're going." Errol promised her, leaning back and looking up. It was an Errol attempt at comfort, or justification, whatever, but he was giving it to her, far from being as wary as he was a second ago. Maybe that, after all, was what had been bothering her, as well as the committee. He'd see, anyhow. If she reacted wrongly, things could get worse for her, but Errol could be pretty gullible at times.


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words| 448
tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| Guttermind Errol.

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

Alison bit down on her lip, her eyes going downward when Errol questioned her on just how much the committee issue was bothering her. This was supposed to convey the message that it was indeed grating on her quite a bit. In reality, Alison was focusing her frustrations about the difficulties of playing the roll of double agent into this expression. It wouldn't look authentic if it didn't have real emotion behind it. It was just emotion directed toward something else entirely, unbeknownst to Errol.

"I just...don't get why he won't tell me. Unless he's afraid I'm going to run and tell our father, which, unless it's something dangerous, I wouldn't do..."[/color] Alison figured that she should probably talk to someone about this committee idea of hers. It would only serve to make things better if others in RSOR could perpetuate the theory, so to speak. At the very least, Petra and Isabella. It actually really bothered her that she couldn't tell Orville or Wilbur about this, but she just had to remind herself that it was for their safety. For the safety of everyone in RSOR, really, but Alison would be lying if she said that her brothers weren't her primary motivation in this.

Which was why Errol's next words rang out with such amazing irony. She wasn't betraying her brother at all - In fact, this whole ruse was to protect him. Errol's words, meant to groom her for his purposes, were ironically reminding Alison of how steadfast she needed to be in her own mission. Why should she feel guilty for ratting out a guy who took great pleasure in bullying many of those she was closest to?

...was this stooping to his level, though? Oh, dilemmas.

Then Errol spoke once again, further presenting the case for Alison. He thought she was an undercover agent for the Anti-RSOR, when, in reality, she was an undercover agent for the RSOR. Still, the fact remained that he had Alison's roll down pat. He knew what her dilemma was, and was trying to get her mind made up. He just didn't know which side of the fence she truly sat on.

"I guess it's all worth it...for the truth."[/color] She smiled somewhat reluctantly, but smiled nonetheless. No doubt Errol's tune would change if he were to ever find out about Alison, but Alison had no intents of that happening. As it was, he all but convinced her that she needed to maintain her convictions in what she was doing, no matter how many qualms she had about it - Working to gather as much information as she could from the Anti-RSOR. Errol succeeded in persuading Alison to work against him, unbeknownst to him. The irony is strong with this one.

Word count: 474
To: Dante/Errol
Notes: Mmm