Ok there has been some confusion over the cleric and assassin. They're just
a little inside joke that I pulled into the world of Warning Label. Cleric
does the magic and healing, the assassin just kicks ass and can go into
peoples' heads. Just something I pulled. I dunno.
I love reviews sooooooo much! It's not funny! I love all of you!
I got some help writing this one so much love to Apocalypse.
Tigereyes!
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The Cleric lunged at the Dragon with all of the force he could muster. With a jump, the Cleric brought the Avenger down on Ronin's shoulder, but the Dragon saw it coming and forged himself a wakizashi of flames and parried the Cleric's attack with ease.
The Cleric stood confidently before the Dragon, sizing him up and formulating moves in his head. He sighed, this was going to be more difficult than he anticipated.
"I have no true wish to fight you. Let her spirit free and I will not trouble you for a while," the Cleric said smoothly.
The Dragon sneered and threw a column of fire at the Cleric. But it wasn't only the Dragon who could anticipate the other's moves for the Cleric raised a shield to protect himself from the heat and flames and redirected it back at Ronin.
The flames seemed to only ruffle the teen's hair as they blew past him. The flames blew hot and bright past him. Though Ronin could manipulate fire, he couldn't subdue the light that the flames offered. Momentarily blinded, the Cleric took advantage of the situation and knocked Ronin's feet from under him and held the Avenger at the boy's jugular.
"I will leave you unharmed if you let her go. I have no wish to continue this now," the Cleric said steadily holding the long sword at the Dragon's/Ronin's throat.
'You might enjoy long pointy swords at your neck but I don't. We're letting her go,' Ronin thought to the Dragon.
'No.' the Dragon replied
'Yes.' And with that Ronin struggled for control of the body, his eyes a twisted miasma of black, purple, white and amber. They held their white and purple long enough for Ronin to set the Assassin's spirit free.
A breeze brushed past the Cleric and he knew that his job was done. He stepped back from Ronin, eyes settled at white and purple for the time being.
"I will be going now, but be assured, this is not over," and with that and a dramatic sheathing of the Avenger, he left. All Ronin could do was watch the figure dissapate into the evening shadows.
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St. John yelling woke Bobby.
"BOBBY YOU LAZY BUM!!! GOD, YOU'RE GONNA LET HIM DIE!!!"
Bobby sat up and ran to Lippoli's bedside where St. John was already recessitating him. Sweat had beaded up on the boy's head as he pressed down on Lippoli's chest rhythmically. The monitor that measured Lippoli's heart slowly perked back to life. St. John held his hands back for a second, making sure that Lippoli's breathing would hold. Then he turned on Bobby.
"The hell is wrong with you!?! You fell asleep! Why didn't you wake me up!?!" St. John demanded.
"You looked dead and I didn't plan on falling asleep. Look, I'm sorry-" Bobby began but St. John would have none of it.
"Sorry wouldn't have brought him back if he died while both of us slept," St. John muttered bitterly.
"You act like this is no big deal to me! You think I like watching him lay there half-alive? It's killing me inside too. This isn't what should happen, it's just not fair," Bobby said sitting back in the chair against the wall.
St. John looked at his best friend. He was regretting every word that he said.
"Bobby, man, I'm-" St. John began but was cut off again by the monitor failing. With a sigh, St. John turned and began the process again.
Bobby sat and thought. He had heard that the Cleric could heal.
'What if he could heal Lippoli?' he wondered to himself.
Without a word, he sprung from his chair and dashed into the hall, leaving a bewildered St. John to keep Lippoli alive.
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The Cleric walked into the room where the body of the Assassin lay. She had begun to stir but she wasn't fully conscious (being trapped in someone else will do that to ya). He sat patiently as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She groaned softly as she looked at the Cleric smiling down at her.
"Don't even say it." she said with wariness in her voice.
"I didn't say a thing," he said happily.
"I know what you were thinking," she said covering her eyes.
"What might that be?" he asked innocently.
"Don't play dumb with me," she paused, "and thanks. As much as I loathe saying it, you saved my ass again."
The Cleric smiled triumphantly. "I'm so proud! You said I was right! Perhaps I am wearing off on you. Softie."
She punched him playfully in the arm. "You are doing no such thing. I am no softie."
He held a hand down to her and helped her up. She dusted off her black attire and adjusted her katana. She fingered the hilt lovingly.
"Time to settle the score. Nobody takes my spirit without asking." she muttered walking past the Cleric.
"Don't you think you're being slightly rash?" he asked skeptically. "I mean you just got back in your body and I don't think it will last long. In fact you'll stumble and fall right.about.now." And as he finished his sentence she tripped and had to grip the wall for support. She glared at him over her shoulder.
"What?" he asked sweetly.
She growled at him.
"You need to rest. I don't care how big or bad you think you are, your body doesn't either. You need to sit for awhile. It won't kill you , you know," he said leaning against the doorframe.
"But I have to kill that runt." she whined.
"Later. Besides, I am sick of saving your ass,"
"WHAT?!?" she roared. "YOU saving MY ass? I think the scales have been pretty equal my old friend. I have gotten you out of your share of sticky situations, besides, I'm older than you."
"What does that have to do with anything?!?" he demanded.
"I'm older than you so you have no right to boss me around."
He glared at her and she at him. The staring match would have gone on longer except Bobby came skidding into the room. The Assassin turned around to face him, not removing the glare that she held for the Cleric. Bobby somewhat wilted under her icy gaze but he stayed put.
"If it wouldn't be. see Lippoli, he's.what I mean to say is." he stammered.
"What you mean to say is that you want him to fix him," the Assassin said nodding her head in the direction of the Cleric. "Don't ask me, ask him. It's his power," she said dismissively.
With that she walked out of the room.
"Don't forget what I said. You need to-" he called after her but she waved a dismissive arm at him while turning the corner.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"I'll see what I can do," the Cleric said while rubbing his eyes.
Bobby practically jumped a foot in the air at the opportunity. He literally ran to Lippoli's room while the Cleric strode calmly behind. St. John was recessitating when they walked in. St. John looked up passively from Lippoli then went back to work.
"What are you waiting for? Heal him!" Bobby said impatiently.
The Cleric gave him a patronizing look. "This isn't something that I do for frivolous reasons and bumps on the head. What is wrong with him?"
"We don't know. One minute he was meditating and the next he's out like a light," St. John said standing up straight since Lippoli was breathing on his own for a moment.
"He is going home, there is nothing I can do," the Cleric said turning to leave.
Bobby grabbed his arm. "Surely there is something you can do, make him levitate, posess him for all I care, just fix him."
The Cleric didn't receive Bobby's plea as well as Bobby had hoped. The Cleric stared at him with cold eyes. "I said there was nothing I can do now let me go," he said in an icy tone, prying Bobby's hand off of his arm.
The Cleric walked down the hall with cold detachment. Bobby began to yell profanities at him as he walked down the hall. They did nothing to stop him or change his resolve. He was insulted by the fact that Bobby would just insinuate that what he did was no easy task, you put a part of yourself into the ones you save. It takes a lot of energy to heal someone as far- gone as Lippoli.
He was lost in his angry thoughts when the Assassin threw her shoe at his back. He turned startled to find her behind him.
"I've been calling your name for like five minutes now. What happened?" she asked, taking the shoe from his hand and putting it back on.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it," he paused at the lack of blood on her. "You didn't-" "Kill anyone? No, I decided to read," she finished for him.
He stared at her disbelieveingly and she feigned insult. "You think I can't abstain from killing for five minutes?"
"No, actually I can't," he teased.
She stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed.
"Act your age, not your shoe size," he said between snickers.
"Easy for you to say. If I stuck a piece of coal up your ass, I'd have a diamond in a week," she said with her hands on her hips.
He made a face and they both laughed for the first time in a long time.
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So I'm making it a three parter. My brother erased like three pages that I had written so I had to retype them. So needless to say I don't wanna write now. Sorry, that's how it goes.
O! Again big thanx to Apocalypse for finding my muse!
[Reviews make the world go round]
I love reviews sooooooo much! It's not funny! I love all of you!
I got some help writing this one so much love to Apocalypse.
Tigereyes!
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The Cleric lunged at the Dragon with all of the force he could muster. With a jump, the Cleric brought the Avenger down on Ronin's shoulder, but the Dragon saw it coming and forged himself a wakizashi of flames and parried the Cleric's attack with ease.
The Cleric stood confidently before the Dragon, sizing him up and formulating moves in his head. He sighed, this was going to be more difficult than he anticipated.
"I have no true wish to fight you. Let her spirit free and I will not trouble you for a while," the Cleric said smoothly.
The Dragon sneered and threw a column of fire at the Cleric. But it wasn't only the Dragon who could anticipate the other's moves for the Cleric raised a shield to protect himself from the heat and flames and redirected it back at Ronin.
The flames seemed to only ruffle the teen's hair as they blew past him. The flames blew hot and bright past him. Though Ronin could manipulate fire, he couldn't subdue the light that the flames offered. Momentarily blinded, the Cleric took advantage of the situation and knocked Ronin's feet from under him and held the Avenger at the boy's jugular.
"I will leave you unharmed if you let her go. I have no wish to continue this now," the Cleric said steadily holding the long sword at the Dragon's/Ronin's throat.
'You might enjoy long pointy swords at your neck but I don't. We're letting her go,' Ronin thought to the Dragon.
'No.' the Dragon replied
'Yes.' And with that Ronin struggled for control of the body, his eyes a twisted miasma of black, purple, white and amber. They held their white and purple long enough for Ronin to set the Assassin's spirit free.
A breeze brushed past the Cleric and he knew that his job was done. He stepped back from Ronin, eyes settled at white and purple for the time being.
"I will be going now, but be assured, this is not over," and with that and a dramatic sheathing of the Avenger, he left. All Ronin could do was watch the figure dissapate into the evening shadows.
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St. John yelling woke Bobby.
"BOBBY YOU LAZY BUM!!! GOD, YOU'RE GONNA LET HIM DIE!!!"
Bobby sat up and ran to Lippoli's bedside where St. John was already recessitating him. Sweat had beaded up on the boy's head as he pressed down on Lippoli's chest rhythmically. The monitor that measured Lippoli's heart slowly perked back to life. St. John held his hands back for a second, making sure that Lippoli's breathing would hold. Then he turned on Bobby.
"The hell is wrong with you!?! You fell asleep! Why didn't you wake me up!?!" St. John demanded.
"You looked dead and I didn't plan on falling asleep. Look, I'm sorry-" Bobby began but St. John would have none of it.
"Sorry wouldn't have brought him back if he died while both of us slept," St. John muttered bitterly.
"You act like this is no big deal to me! You think I like watching him lay there half-alive? It's killing me inside too. This isn't what should happen, it's just not fair," Bobby said sitting back in the chair against the wall.
St. John looked at his best friend. He was regretting every word that he said.
"Bobby, man, I'm-" St. John began but was cut off again by the monitor failing. With a sigh, St. John turned and began the process again.
Bobby sat and thought. He had heard that the Cleric could heal.
'What if he could heal Lippoli?' he wondered to himself.
Without a word, he sprung from his chair and dashed into the hall, leaving a bewildered St. John to keep Lippoli alive.
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The Cleric walked into the room where the body of the Assassin lay. She had begun to stir but she wasn't fully conscious (being trapped in someone else will do that to ya). He sat patiently as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She groaned softly as she looked at the Cleric smiling down at her.
"Don't even say it." she said with wariness in her voice.
"I didn't say a thing," he said happily.
"I know what you were thinking," she said covering her eyes.
"What might that be?" he asked innocently.
"Don't play dumb with me," she paused, "and thanks. As much as I loathe saying it, you saved my ass again."
The Cleric smiled triumphantly. "I'm so proud! You said I was right! Perhaps I am wearing off on you. Softie."
She punched him playfully in the arm. "You are doing no such thing. I am no softie."
He held a hand down to her and helped her up. She dusted off her black attire and adjusted her katana. She fingered the hilt lovingly.
"Time to settle the score. Nobody takes my spirit without asking." she muttered walking past the Cleric.
"Don't you think you're being slightly rash?" he asked skeptically. "I mean you just got back in your body and I don't think it will last long. In fact you'll stumble and fall right.about.now." And as he finished his sentence she tripped and had to grip the wall for support. She glared at him over her shoulder.
"What?" he asked sweetly.
She growled at him.
"You need to rest. I don't care how big or bad you think you are, your body doesn't either. You need to sit for awhile. It won't kill you , you know," he said leaning against the doorframe.
"But I have to kill that runt." she whined.
"Later. Besides, I am sick of saving your ass,"
"WHAT?!?" she roared. "YOU saving MY ass? I think the scales have been pretty equal my old friend. I have gotten you out of your share of sticky situations, besides, I'm older than you."
"What does that have to do with anything?!?" he demanded.
"I'm older than you so you have no right to boss me around."
He glared at her and she at him. The staring match would have gone on longer except Bobby came skidding into the room. The Assassin turned around to face him, not removing the glare that she held for the Cleric. Bobby somewhat wilted under her icy gaze but he stayed put.
"If it wouldn't be. see Lippoli, he's.what I mean to say is." he stammered.
"What you mean to say is that you want him to fix him," the Assassin said nodding her head in the direction of the Cleric. "Don't ask me, ask him. It's his power," she said dismissively.
With that she walked out of the room.
"Don't forget what I said. You need to-" he called after her but she waved a dismissive arm at him while turning the corner.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"I'll see what I can do," the Cleric said while rubbing his eyes.
Bobby practically jumped a foot in the air at the opportunity. He literally ran to Lippoli's room while the Cleric strode calmly behind. St. John was recessitating when they walked in. St. John looked up passively from Lippoli then went back to work.
"What are you waiting for? Heal him!" Bobby said impatiently.
The Cleric gave him a patronizing look. "This isn't something that I do for frivolous reasons and bumps on the head. What is wrong with him?"
"We don't know. One minute he was meditating and the next he's out like a light," St. John said standing up straight since Lippoli was breathing on his own for a moment.
"He is going home, there is nothing I can do," the Cleric said turning to leave.
Bobby grabbed his arm. "Surely there is something you can do, make him levitate, posess him for all I care, just fix him."
The Cleric didn't receive Bobby's plea as well as Bobby had hoped. The Cleric stared at him with cold eyes. "I said there was nothing I can do now let me go," he said in an icy tone, prying Bobby's hand off of his arm.
The Cleric walked down the hall with cold detachment. Bobby began to yell profanities at him as he walked down the hall. They did nothing to stop him or change his resolve. He was insulted by the fact that Bobby would just insinuate that what he did was no easy task, you put a part of yourself into the ones you save. It takes a lot of energy to heal someone as far- gone as Lippoli.
He was lost in his angry thoughts when the Assassin threw her shoe at his back. He turned startled to find her behind him.
"I've been calling your name for like five minutes now. What happened?" she asked, taking the shoe from his hand and putting it back on.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it," he paused at the lack of blood on her. "You didn't-" "Kill anyone? No, I decided to read," she finished for him.
He stared at her disbelieveingly and she feigned insult. "You think I can't abstain from killing for five minutes?"
"No, actually I can't," he teased.
She stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed.
"Act your age, not your shoe size," he said between snickers.
"Easy for you to say. If I stuck a piece of coal up your ass, I'd have a diamond in a week," she said with her hands on her hips.
He made a face and they both laughed for the first time in a long time.
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So I'm making it a three parter. My brother erased like three pages that I had written so I had to retype them. So needless to say I don't wanna write now. Sorry, that's how it goes.
O! Again big thanx to Apocalypse for finding my muse!
[Reviews make the world go round]