Well, I got some great reviews, some profanity filled (only kidding, I cuss
more than you I'd wager to bet) and some that had way too long of words
(really ya need to put some spaces in bus buddy!)
I gave ya a twist and more characters, and now you want another chappie! My heavens, what are your mommies feeding you? Why ok then, let's ride!
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The night passed slowly for Lippoli. He had avoided the confrontation at the front gate. For some reason, he knew that it would be bad if he were there and his brother arrived. So he stayed in the lower levels of the mansion, practicing anything he knew how to do and anything that would keep his mind off of his brother. Xavier did come down and try to get him upstairs to attend classes or eat but Lippoli would have none of it. He just stayed down in the lower levels sulking.
He was in the middle of meditating when someone stood in the doorway, blocking the only light.
"Please move," Lippoli said without opening his eyes.
"You are the one that is the Dr- er I mean Ronin's brother, right?" the person in the door asked.
"New here? Yes, I am. Who are you and why do you care?" Lippoli asked.
"I am called Cleric and I came to help your brother," Cleric said walking in the room and sitting across from Lippoli.
Lippoli looked at him questionably but said nothing and returned to meditating.
"Why do you run from your destiny?"
Lippoli's eyes shot open. "What!?!"
"You were down here when your brother was doing his part. Why did you run this time? I would have thought that you would have stuck by him," Cleric said, closing his own eyes.
"What do you know about him? About me? Nothing! You're just some weirdo that came the same day that Ronin did-"
"Cleric," a female voice said from the door. Cleric nodded and rose.
"I will talk with you later on," and with that he was gone, leaving Lippoli to scratch his head about the newcomer to the mansion.
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Ronin lay unconscious on a makeshift bed in the room that held him. His body had not moved but his mind was a blur.
'How DARE they do this to me again!'
'YOU?!? What about me? This is your doing Dragon,'
'I didn't do anything. You were going along with it so you don't have much room to complain.'
'I'm getting kinda tired of you running the show. Remember, this is my body, not yours and you just can't push me around like that-'
'Oh kid, you haven't seen pushy. You wanna play pushy? You got it!'
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Griffin had been awake for a while. He sat on the gurney that he woke up on and began to straighten his wings. They had taken his weapons and locked the door, so all he could do is sit and wait. Something pulled at his mind about the two that had single-handedly brought down the whole pack. They were important and familiar somehow. He didn't know why but he had a hunch it had to do with the spirit that lived within him. He had heard Ronin say that he talked with the spirit within him but Griffin had never mastered that. The spirit came to him when it wanted to, not vice versa.
He had given up on his wings and lay back on the gurney. Counting the spots in the ceiling tiles, his mind began to wander.
'That Assassin, I wonder how she got that name. Well, maybe not wonder. I think she was looking at me funny. But those eyes of hers didn't give any indication. Sometimes I wish I didn't have these wings and had something like telepathy or something. Well, I wouldn't give up the wings but it would be handy to have telepathy.'
The door slid open with a *whoosh* and he sat up hurriedly. The Cleric and the Assassin stood in the door. The girl was unarmed to his eyes but he would have wagered his life's savings that she had some sort of weapon on her. She looked passively at him but there was a faint glimmer that shone for a second in her eyes. The Cleric stood leaning on the doorframe.
"Can we come in?"
Griffin nodded.
The Cleric walked in and stood a few feet in front of him. The Assassin leaned against the wall in the corner. The shadows collected around her and it was hard to make out a definite shape. Even though he could not see her eyes, he knew that they were on him and it made him feel like he was wearing no clothes. He shifted his weight uneasily.
'I wish she wouldn't look at me like I was meat or something.' Griffin thought and the Cleric smiled inwardly.
'I know exactly how you feel my friend.' Cleric thought to himself.
"You are Griffin correct? I am sure by now that you know who we are. Would you mind if we ask you some questions?" Cleric said politely. The Assassin smiled. 'He's so polite with all of these people. All they do with me is cower, though that is fun in it's own way.'
She pulled herself from her thoughts and returned her attentions to the Cleric and Griffin.
"Do you know of the spirit that lives in Ronin?"
Griffin nodded reluctantly. His eyes examined the floor as he began to speak. "There's one in me too. And apparently in the rest of us. I've only felt it once though,"
The Cleric's face remained passive. He wouldn't have been able to read the Assassin's if he could have even seen it.
"We know," came her voice from the shadows.
"WHAT?!? How could you possible know! None of us knew until like-"
"We knew, we've done this a time or two. And so have you, at least the Griffin inside you has," Assassin said from the corner.
Griffin furrowed his brow in confusion but said nothing. She stepped from the corner, leaving her shadows behind. She stepped right in front of Griffin and held his chin in her palms.
"Don't move," she ordered and he complied.
She touched her forehead to his and the Cleric watched uninterested. He'd seen her do this before. She stood for several minutes more, before letting Griffin's head go and he fell back slowly onto the gurney. She turned from the unconscious boy and turned to the Cleric. She had a weariness in her eyes and face that was not there before. She seemed to be perfectly fine, but the Cleric knew better. Instead of her silent, cat-like grace, she walked a little heavier and her eyes weren't as sharp. She saw his worried look and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It has burrowed itself deep. He remembers how easy he killed the last body he was in. So he's gone way under. It took a little more effort than I was anticipating," she said with a light smile.
"Come on, you need rest now. I will watch them," he said shooing her out the door.
The Cleric gave Griffin one last look before letting the doors close and lock behind him.
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So that's it for now. I'm having a good time talking online so this is all you get, unless I change my mind. So there!
I gave ya a twist and more characters, and now you want another chappie! My heavens, what are your mommies feeding you? Why ok then, let's ride!
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The night passed slowly for Lippoli. He had avoided the confrontation at the front gate. For some reason, he knew that it would be bad if he were there and his brother arrived. So he stayed in the lower levels of the mansion, practicing anything he knew how to do and anything that would keep his mind off of his brother. Xavier did come down and try to get him upstairs to attend classes or eat but Lippoli would have none of it. He just stayed down in the lower levels sulking.
He was in the middle of meditating when someone stood in the doorway, blocking the only light.
"Please move," Lippoli said without opening his eyes.
"You are the one that is the Dr- er I mean Ronin's brother, right?" the person in the door asked.
"New here? Yes, I am. Who are you and why do you care?" Lippoli asked.
"I am called Cleric and I came to help your brother," Cleric said walking in the room and sitting across from Lippoli.
Lippoli looked at him questionably but said nothing and returned to meditating.
"Why do you run from your destiny?"
Lippoli's eyes shot open. "What!?!"
"You were down here when your brother was doing his part. Why did you run this time? I would have thought that you would have stuck by him," Cleric said, closing his own eyes.
"What do you know about him? About me? Nothing! You're just some weirdo that came the same day that Ronin did-"
"Cleric," a female voice said from the door. Cleric nodded and rose.
"I will talk with you later on," and with that he was gone, leaving Lippoli to scratch his head about the newcomer to the mansion.
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Ronin lay unconscious on a makeshift bed in the room that held him. His body had not moved but his mind was a blur.
'How DARE they do this to me again!'
'YOU?!? What about me? This is your doing Dragon,'
'I didn't do anything. You were going along with it so you don't have much room to complain.'
'I'm getting kinda tired of you running the show. Remember, this is my body, not yours and you just can't push me around like that-'
'Oh kid, you haven't seen pushy. You wanna play pushy? You got it!'
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Griffin had been awake for a while. He sat on the gurney that he woke up on and began to straighten his wings. They had taken his weapons and locked the door, so all he could do is sit and wait. Something pulled at his mind about the two that had single-handedly brought down the whole pack. They were important and familiar somehow. He didn't know why but he had a hunch it had to do with the spirit that lived within him. He had heard Ronin say that he talked with the spirit within him but Griffin had never mastered that. The spirit came to him when it wanted to, not vice versa.
He had given up on his wings and lay back on the gurney. Counting the spots in the ceiling tiles, his mind began to wander.
'That Assassin, I wonder how she got that name. Well, maybe not wonder. I think she was looking at me funny. But those eyes of hers didn't give any indication. Sometimes I wish I didn't have these wings and had something like telepathy or something. Well, I wouldn't give up the wings but it would be handy to have telepathy.'
The door slid open with a *whoosh* and he sat up hurriedly. The Cleric and the Assassin stood in the door. The girl was unarmed to his eyes but he would have wagered his life's savings that she had some sort of weapon on her. She looked passively at him but there was a faint glimmer that shone for a second in her eyes. The Cleric stood leaning on the doorframe.
"Can we come in?"
Griffin nodded.
The Cleric walked in and stood a few feet in front of him. The Assassin leaned against the wall in the corner. The shadows collected around her and it was hard to make out a definite shape. Even though he could not see her eyes, he knew that they were on him and it made him feel like he was wearing no clothes. He shifted his weight uneasily.
'I wish she wouldn't look at me like I was meat or something.' Griffin thought and the Cleric smiled inwardly.
'I know exactly how you feel my friend.' Cleric thought to himself.
"You are Griffin correct? I am sure by now that you know who we are. Would you mind if we ask you some questions?" Cleric said politely. The Assassin smiled. 'He's so polite with all of these people. All they do with me is cower, though that is fun in it's own way.'
She pulled herself from her thoughts and returned her attentions to the Cleric and Griffin.
"Do you know of the spirit that lives in Ronin?"
Griffin nodded reluctantly. His eyes examined the floor as he began to speak. "There's one in me too. And apparently in the rest of us. I've only felt it once though,"
The Cleric's face remained passive. He wouldn't have been able to read the Assassin's if he could have even seen it.
"We know," came her voice from the shadows.
"WHAT?!? How could you possible know! None of us knew until like-"
"We knew, we've done this a time or two. And so have you, at least the Griffin inside you has," Assassin said from the corner.
Griffin furrowed his brow in confusion but said nothing. She stepped from the corner, leaving her shadows behind. She stepped right in front of Griffin and held his chin in her palms.
"Don't move," she ordered and he complied.
She touched her forehead to his and the Cleric watched uninterested. He'd seen her do this before. She stood for several minutes more, before letting Griffin's head go and he fell back slowly onto the gurney. She turned from the unconscious boy and turned to the Cleric. She had a weariness in her eyes and face that was not there before. She seemed to be perfectly fine, but the Cleric knew better. Instead of her silent, cat-like grace, she walked a little heavier and her eyes weren't as sharp. She saw his worried look and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It has burrowed itself deep. He remembers how easy he killed the last body he was in. So he's gone way under. It took a little more effort than I was anticipating," she said with a light smile.
"Come on, you need rest now. I will watch them," he said shooing her out the door.
The Cleric gave Griffin one last look before letting the doors close and lock behind him.
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So that's it for now. I'm having a good time talking online so this is all you get, unless I change my mind. So there!