Hey, here's something I haven't done for a while, respond to reviews.
Wildcraze: man it so nice to hear from ya again! I'm not sure whether imanna kill Taryn or not yet. Apocalypse doesn't think I should kill everyone but I do (im bitter like that I suppose). So its kinda up in the air as of yet. As for the magna, im sorta a t.v. only kinda girl. But trust me, if they ever and I mean ever get rid of kenshin on toonami or whatever they call it, there will be some blood to pay. *pulls out katana and looks death at head guys at toonami*
Queeny: I don't feel like brining Lippoli back. If the reviews scream otherwise I might but now I don't wanna. Ronin was always my favorite neway. You got the Christmas Story right. Brownies when you come.
Anyone else? Yes? No? Fine.
*cowers under computer*
Please don't hurt Tigereyes for what she is about to write. Please? *puppy face*
This chapter is brought to you by the always reliable, never deniable Tigereyes and reviewers like you!
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The X-Men were running headlong into trouble that they weren't sure how deep ran. There was something nipping at Logan's mind. Something telling him that this wasn't the best idea. But as he had a history of doing, he shoved that little voice as far back in his dim memory as he could and ran all the harder. Ran harder flat into an invisible wall. He bounced about five feet off of it into Scott's chest. Taryn barely skidded to a stop before she hit it. Muffled giggles came from a shadow under a tree. Taryn shifted her gaze and squinted. The Assassin was biting her lip trying to restrain laughter. The Cleric held a wry smile on his face but didn't have the trouble keeping his mirth silent that the Assassin seemed to be having.
"Wall," the Cleric said simply as Logan had hoisted himself off of Scott. A glare promising pain was issued from Logan and Scott but the Assassin just smiled in the way she had of making his all but idle threats into empty promises.
"I am truly glad that you are having fun. This is the last day that you will all share alive, so I am glad you can spend it happily," Ronin said in a malicious voice that was not his own as he jumped from the wall.
The Assassin's laughs faded as she spread her weight, cracking her knuckles. The Cleric's smile also disappeared into the impassiveness that he so often held. They looked at the boy with cold eyes. It seemed like a few friends had a fight, or someone was doing some double crossing significant other wise. But the tension in the air and the way that the thunder that had promised a storm rumbled all the louder overhead.
An unseen, unheard signal sounded as she bounded at Ronin, hand on he katana ready to draw at the precise moment. Unseen to all but the Cleric, the Assassin and Ronin exchanged blows, the Assassin landing a few of her barrage, Ronin landing more. The wind rushed around their fight, stirring leaves in the dead air that runs before a storm. As fast as it began, it was over. The Assassin stood as nimbly as before, sporting cuts on her left cheek, torso and a shallow one along the right side of her neck. She stood with katana sheathed and the air death that followed her.
Ronin stood a little heavier than he had before the skirmish. He had a large bruise already forming on his cheekbone, a decent sized cut running diagonally down his chest and identical cuts just behind his knees. He shifted his weight painfully, trails of blood running down the backs of his legs.
The Assassin cracked her neck and shed her practically uniform trench coat, exposing her bare shoulders and arms. An intricate tattoo of vines and lines peeked out from the back of her sleeveless shirt up her neck. She tossed the coat to the side at the feet of Logan. The coat landed heavily with the *clink* of lots of metal. 'So that's where she gets those knives,' Logan wondered idly before returning his attentions to the fight at hand.
The Cleric frowned slightly. The Assassin had never ever gotten a cut like the one on her neck before. Ever. She guarded herself well and the cut worried him. Though it wasn't deep, it would take its toll in the long run. If he had time, he could heal her, though she would shoo him away, promising her health was fine. She would say that with a spear through her stomach, an arrow through her shoulder and her head bashed in. Weak wasn't in her vocabulary.
The Assassin peeked at her friend through the corner of her eye. She smiled inwardly. His serious little frown and furrowed brow looked funny on him. She would have to give him a hard time later about it. She made a mental note and returned her attentions to Ronin.
Logan was constantly shifting his weight. He wanted to do something. This standing down was killing him. He was antsy and kept unsheathing and resheathing his claws. Scott looked at him through that ruby visor concerned. Without warning, Logan broke out into a dead run at Ronin. Before the Cleric could get the wall back up, Logan was about a foot from Ronin. No surprise was in the boy's eyes. But Logan's entire face was etched with shock as he flew backwards with flaming debris straight into the mansion's wall, half a mile away. He hit the wall with a gruesome bone crunching noise. He lay motionless in the library of the mansion among the debris that he brought with him.
"FOOL!" the Assassin exclaimed. Thunder roared and she drew her katana again. She continued to mutter under her breath as Ronin ran at her. Their skirmish flew again, faster than eyes could see. But this time, the Assassin didn't see an attack coming from behind and took a blow with Ronin's sword wrought of fire to her back. She bit back a yelp as her flesh was burned and cut at the same time. She hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her. Ronin wasted no time in preparing his final blow to the girl. That is until a great force stuck him back from the Assassin. A force that should have thrown him into next week only took him back a step. 'I see now why she was having trouble,' the Cleric thought to himself as he positioned between the Assassin and Ronin. A cocky smile fixed itself on Ronin's face as the Cleric drew his sword, the Avenger. An appropriate name for the circumstances.
The Assassin grimaced as she tried to draw herself up. The air had yet to return to her lungs but she refused to be laying down when the Cleric fought alone. To her, fighting was her honor and she would not go down. Call it ego if you wish, but this girl was bound and determined to take this punk down. She was halfway standing, yelling in her head the outrage of being hit by that- that- (well words that aren't appropriate anywhere) person. Her left arm hung limply at her side. She glared at it as if it were it's fault it wasn't fully operational. With a gasp of pain, she drew her katana again. She was just as nimble with her right as left. Lightening danced in the sky and thunder chased it with the rumbles striking the ground with the weight of a freight train loaded with elephants, 747's and a few blue whales crashing into a really big building and causing it to collapse. It was that loud.
The Assassin's hazel eyes were light brown with flecks of gold, mimicking the piercing gaze of Ronin. She glared at him from behind the Cleric. Her glare only greeted with a smirk. The Cleric was dimly aware of the Assassin's rise from the dirt. He was busy pulling the storm faster into them and folding the tempest in on itself, building its strength. The lightening was intensified a hundred times over as the Cleric continued to compact it. Super-strikes obliterated trees not far off. Ronin showed no recognition of the growing threat from above but focused mainly on the blade that the Cleric held.
"Are you just going to stand there? I'm getting pretty bored of you. At least the girl put up some fight-" this only issued a glare from her and a lovely finger from each hand giving him a lovely wave *wink wink*, "you on the other hand, only stand there. You're obviously plotting some-" he was cut off by several throwing stars and knives. The Assassin threw them then was gone but reappeared behind Ronin, planting three in his back before he threw him over his shoulder into a tree. With a gasp, she slid down the tree and had a dazed look on her face. A half conscious examination from her revealed besides the three that were imbedded in Ronin's back, a throwing star and two knives were planted in his chest. The rest lay as ashes and melted metal at his feet.
She smiled before the world became fuzzy and dark. Her consciousness failed her as she saw a brilliant flash of light instantaneously wiped out the artificial dark that the storm had provided.
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The Assassin's little attack bought the Cleric enough time to compact the storm enough to do what he wished. The sky seemed to rip open as massive bolts of lightening poured out of the clouds onto the ground below. The charges blew apart the tops of the mansion and countless trees. Bricks, steel, branches and wood rained down upon them. The Cleric stood above the Assassin with a shield strong enough to save them from the deadly lightening and the shower of debris.
He held the shield easily, it was something he could have built strong enough in his sleep, but Jean didn't have the talent that he did. Her shield was weakening, heavier debris falling in. A chunk of brick hit Scott hard in the back and he collapsed in a heap at Jean's feet. Tears streamed down her face, partly from strain, partly because of Scott falling.
Ronin couldn't be seen through the light and the shower of building fragments. The thunder roared, deafening all, even the shield that the Cleric had constructed muffled but did not stop the roar of the unruly clouds above. He remembered why he didn't do this often and mentally kicked himself for the through job he did; this storm wouldn't wear out for a good while yet. He looked down at the Assassin's still form. He checked for a pulse and heartbeat, finding both he went back to shielding them. Her cuts bled unchecked but the clotting was beginning to take care of that. The Cleric sat down next to her at the base of the tree and settled in. It was going to be a long evening.
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If you haven't noticed, I found Cael. I jumped him as he was sneaking out of my house after Bible Study last night! I have sucessfully locked him in my closet and put him in my locker when I'm at school (that's why I can't open the stupid thing!!!)
*hides behind Apocalypse, even though he had nothing to do with this chapter*
don't hurt me. flame if you wanna. I don't care.
I'm just going to remain hiding until I figure out who is going to die. *rubs chin maniacally*
Wildcraze: man it so nice to hear from ya again! I'm not sure whether imanna kill Taryn or not yet. Apocalypse doesn't think I should kill everyone but I do (im bitter like that I suppose). So its kinda up in the air as of yet. As for the magna, im sorta a t.v. only kinda girl. But trust me, if they ever and I mean ever get rid of kenshin on toonami or whatever they call it, there will be some blood to pay. *pulls out katana and looks death at head guys at toonami*
Queeny: I don't feel like brining Lippoli back. If the reviews scream otherwise I might but now I don't wanna. Ronin was always my favorite neway. You got the Christmas Story right. Brownies when you come.
Anyone else? Yes? No? Fine.
*cowers under computer*
Please don't hurt Tigereyes for what she is about to write. Please? *puppy face*
This chapter is brought to you by the always reliable, never deniable Tigereyes and reviewers like you!
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The X-Men were running headlong into trouble that they weren't sure how deep ran. There was something nipping at Logan's mind. Something telling him that this wasn't the best idea. But as he had a history of doing, he shoved that little voice as far back in his dim memory as he could and ran all the harder. Ran harder flat into an invisible wall. He bounced about five feet off of it into Scott's chest. Taryn barely skidded to a stop before she hit it. Muffled giggles came from a shadow under a tree. Taryn shifted her gaze and squinted. The Assassin was biting her lip trying to restrain laughter. The Cleric held a wry smile on his face but didn't have the trouble keeping his mirth silent that the Assassin seemed to be having.
"Wall," the Cleric said simply as Logan had hoisted himself off of Scott. A glare promising pain was issued from Logan and Scott but the Assassin just smiled in the way she had of making his all but idle threats into empty promises.
"I am truly glad that you are having fun. This is the last day that you will all share alive, so I am glad you can spend it happily," Ronin said in a malicious voice that was not his own as he jumped from the wall.
The Assassin's laughs faded as she spread her weight, cracking her knuckles. The Cleric's smile also disappeared into the impassiveness that he so often held. They looked at the boy with cold eyes. It seemed like a few friends had a fight, or someone was doing some double crossing significant other wise. But the tension in the air and the way that the thunder that had promised a storm rumbled all the louder overhead.
An unseen, unheard signal sounded as she bounded at Ronin, hand on he katana ready to draw at the precise moment. Unseen to all but the Cleric, the Assassin and Ronin exchanged blows, the Assassin landing a few of her barrage, Ronin landing more. The wind rushed around their fight, stirring leaves in the dead air that runs before a storm. As fast as it began, it was over. The Assassin stood as nimbly as before, sporting cuts on her left cheek, torso and a shallow one along the right side of her neck. She stood with katana sheathed and the air death that followed her.
Ronin stood a little heavier than he had before the skirmish. He had a large bruise already forming on his cheekbone, a decent sized cut running diagonally down his chest and identical cuts just behind his knees. He shifted his weight painfully, trails of blood running down the backs of his legs.
The Assassin cracked her neck and shed her practically uniform trench coat, exposing her bare shoulders and arms. An intricate tattoo of vines and lines peeked out from the back of her sleeveless shirt up her neck. She tossed the coat to the side at the feet of Logan. The coat landed heavily with the *clink* of lots of metal. 'So that's where she gets those knives,' Logan wondered idly before returning his attentions to the fight at hand.
The Cleric frowned slightly. The Assassin had never ever gotten a cut like the one on her neck before. Ever. She guarded herself well and the cut worried him. Though it wasn't deep, it would take its toll in the long run. If he had time, he could heal her, though she would shoo him away, promising her health was fine. She would say that with a spear through her stomach, an arrow through her shoulder and her head bashed in. Weak wasn't in her vocabulary.
The Assassin peeked at her friend through the corner of her eye. She smiled inwardly. His serious little frown and furrowed brow looked funny on him. She would have to give him a hard time later about it. She made a mental note and returned her attentions to Ronin.
Logan was constantly shifting his weight. He wanted to do something. This standing down was killing him. He was antsy and kept unsheathing and resheathing his claws. Scott looked at him through that ruby visor concerned. Without warning, Logan broke out into a dead run at Ronin. Before the Cleric could get the wall back up, Logan was about a foot from Ronin. No surprise was in the boy's eyes. But Logan's entire face was etched with shock as he flew backwards with flaming debris straight into the mansion's wall, half a mile away. He hit the wall with a gruesome bone crunching noise. He lay motionless in the library of the mansion among the debris that he brought with him.
"FOOL!" the Assassin exclaimed. Thunder roared and she drew her katana again. She continued to mutter under her breath as Ronin ran at her. Their skirmish flew again, faster than eyes could see. But this time, the Assassin didn't see an attack coming from behind and took a blow with Ronin's sword wrought of fire to her back. She bit back a yelp as her flesh was burned and cut at the same time. She hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her. Ronin wasted no time in preparing his final blow to the girl. That is until a great force stuck him back from the Assassin. A force that should have thrown him into next week only took him back a step. 'I see now why she was having trouble,' the Cleric thought to himself as he positioned between the Assassin and Ronin. A cocky smile fixed itself on Ronin's face as the Cleric drew his sword, the Avenger. An appropriate name for the circumstances.
The Assassin grimaced as she tried to draw herself up. The air had yet to return to her lungs but she refused to be laying down when the Cleric fought alone. To her, fighting was her honor and she would not go down. Call it ego if you wish, but this girl was bound and determined to take this punk down. She was halfway standing, yelling in her head the outrage of being hit by that- that- (well words that aren't appropriate anywhere) person. Her left arm hung limply at her side. She glared at it as if it were it's fault it wasn't fully operational. With a gasp of pain, she drew her katana again. She was just as nimble with her right as left. Lightening danced in the sky and thunder chased it with the rumbles striking the ground with the weight of a freight train loaded with elephants, 747's and a few blue whales crashing into a really big building and causing it to collapse. It was that loud.
The Assassin's hazel eyes were light brown with flecks of gold, mimicking the piercing gaze of Ronin. She glared at him from behind the Cleric. Her glare only greeted with a smirk. The Cleric was dimly aware of the Assassin's rise from the dirt. He was busy pulling the storm faster into them and folding the tempest in on itself, building its strength. The lightening was intensified a hundred times over as the Cleric continued to compact it. Super-strikes obliterated trees not far off. Ronin showed no recognition of the growing threat from above but focused mainly on the blade that the Cleric held.
"Are you just going to stand there? I'm getting pretty bored of you. At least the girl put up some fight-" this only issued a glare from her and a lovely finger from each hand giving him a lovely wave *wink wink*, "you on the other hand, only stand there. You're obviously plotting some-" he was cut off by several throwing stars and knives. The Assassin threw them then was gone but reappeared behind Ronin, planting three in his back before he threw him over his shoulder into a tree. With a gasp, she slid down the tree and had a dazed look on her face. A half conscious examination from her revealed besides the three that were imbedded in Ronin's back, a throwing star and two knives were planted in his chest. The rest lay as ashes and melted metal at his feet.
She smiled before the world became fuzzy and dark. Her consciousness failed her as she saw a brilliant flash of light instantaneously wiped out the artificial dark that the storm had provided.
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The Assassin's little attack bought the Cleric enough time to compact the storm enough to do what he wished. The sky seemed to rip open as massive bolts of lightening poured out of the clouds onto the ground below. The charges blew apart the tops of the mansion and countless trees. Bricks, steel, branches and wood rained down upon them. The Cleric stood above the Assassin with a shield strong enough to save them from the deadly lightening and the shower of debris.
He held the shield easily, it was something he could have built strong enough in his sleep, but Jean didn't have the talent that he did. Her shield was weakening, heavier debris falling in. A chunk of brick hit Scott hard in the back and he collapsed in a heap at Jean's feet. Tears streamed down her face, partly from strain, partly because of Scott falling.
Ronin couldn't be seen through the light and the shower of building fragments. The thunder roared, deafening all, even the shield that the Cleric had constructed muffled but did not stop the roar of the unruly clouds above. He remembered why he didn't do this often and mentally kicked himself for the through job he did; this storm wouldn't wear out for a good while yet. He looked down at the Assassin's still form. He checked for a pulse and heartbeat, finding both he went back to shielding them. Her cuts bled unchecked but the clotting was beginning to take care of that. The Cleric sat down next to her at the base of the tree and settled in. It was going to be a long evening.
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If you haven't noticed, I found Cael. I jumped him as he was sneaking out of my house after Bible Study last night! I have sucessfully locked him in my closet and put him in my locker when I'm at school (that's why I can't open the stupid thing!!!)
*hides behind Apocalypse, even though he had nothing to do with this chapter*
don't hurt me. flame if you wanna. I don't care.
I'm just going to remain hiding until I figure out who is going to die. *rubs chin maniacally*