I'd love to respond to reviews but ff.net's down for some apparent reason
and I don't know why. I realize that people reviewed. I think it was queeny
and the griffin. If you reviewed and I din't get ya, I'll do it next time,
I swear. And I do make good on my promises. So onward and forward eh?
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Squatting down next to Ronin's still form, the Assassin gingerly put her finger to his throat. A weak pulse pushed back but it wasn't much. She stood up without a word and looked at the Cleric.
His back was turned to her and he was looking off into the distance. His body language spoke of a sort of defeat or sadness. She sighed and began to walk toward him. She stopped though, for a reason unbeknownst to her. She felt like he wanted to be alone so she left him that way.
Turning, she began to search for survivors in the wreckage. She gingerly pushed out her mind, cautious of what had happened to her last time. She walked around, searching for some spark of life hiding beneath the piles of rubble.
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The Cleric watched the sun begin to set, painting the sky pinks and oranges and blending them in a wonderful array. But his mood wouldn't allow him to enjoy the painting unfolding before him.
It was over. The battle fought and won. He didn't want it to be that way. He didn't know how life would be now. Spending the infinite amount of time with the Assassin seemed like it had to end. He sighed sadly. The winner of a battle, more like a war in this point of the game, should feel like walking on clouds and full of joy. All he felt was sadness and regret.
He heard her begin to walk toward him. He was happy for her company and the contagious smile that she had. But her footsteps stopped, then turned away. His shoulders slumped a little more as he sat down on the ground. 'Why had she turned away? Is this really over? Good. I'm glad. Then why aren't I happy?' he wondered to himself.
Shaking his head in dismay, he watched the sunset without any company.
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The Assassin frowned sadly when she found the first X-Man. Not sensing anyone, the Assassin climbed over a particularly large pile of debris. A misplaced step knocked a chunk of bricks down from the top of the pile. The bricks, bringing more loose debris with it started a mini avalanche. The Assassin paid it no heed, until she saw a hand sticking out from the pile. Pristinely painted red nails adorned a delicate woman's finger. The Assassin closed her eyes, realizing what it meant. Jean was dead. 'That means Scott's probably under here too. He wouldn't go farther than 30 feet without that woman.' Another sigh escaped her as she carefully stalked down the other side of the pile.
'That makes two. I wonder if anyone else is under there,' she pondered to herself. She instinctively looked in the direction of the Cleric but she refrained from calling out. He was sitting now. He looked so depressed. Furrowing her forehead she began to walk determinedly over to him.
She got closer and closer to him and he didn't seem to notice. It wasn't until she sat down next to him and put her hand on his arm that he realized that she was there. She looked concernedly at him. Her hazel eyes danced between green and blue with flecks of gold inside.
He glanced at her quickly then returned his attention back to the setting sun. Purple was beginning to take the place of the orange as it slid deeper into the horizon. She huffed at him.
"What's your problem?" she asked in a harsher tone than she anticipated.
He set his jaw and turned to face her.
'There's the boy I know,' the Assassin thought to herself.
"Doesn't this feel the slightest bit weird to you? Don't you feel like we got cheated out of something? Haven't you thought of where we go from here? Is it really over?' he paused, "I mean, do we part ways now? Now that fate has let us go?"
She leaned forward and rested her chin on her knees. She sat deep in thought for a moment and he just watched her think. She sat for several moments in silence. He waited patiently until she spoke.
"It does feel weird, but it would, I mean we're still not mortal. I don't feel cheated out of anything. I feel relieved. I haven't thought of where to go. I mean anyone I would go back to has been long dead. Mother, Father," she hesitated, but with a wavery voice continued, "and Perrin." She sat a moment getting her composure. Perrin had been her fiancée when she had been taken to fight the Dragon for the first time. Given immortality, she watched him grow old while she retained her youth. He had told her he didn't care a bit about her being immortal or fighting or whatever, he loved her. They never married though. She felt terrible watching him grow old. He would tell her that he still loved her and he always would. But one night, a band of men came to his home, broke in, stole things and killed him. The Assassin still carried her scar from him being torn from her. She began to speak again.
"I.. I suppose that it never really is over. I don't know. Maybe it is, maybe it's not," she looked up from her knees and looked him in the eyes, "and no body ever said that we had to part."
Her eyes still held the hurt from thinking of Perrin. Tears were on the brims but somehow she maintained her dangerous beauty. Blinking, she rubbed away her tears on her arm.
He said nothing to her for a moment and she grew restless. She rose and patted his head before walking away. She shivered in the cool wind that had picked up.
'I wonder where my coat is?' she pondered and began to search.
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The Cleric sat with his mind a blur. 'Relieved? I feel like my insides have been baked, broiled, then made into polar bear munchies. I don't like it.' He sat with his mind reeling for a moment longer until something else she said hit him. 'She's still thinking about him? She acts like it was only like a week ago. But I really have no room to talk.' He watched as the night took the day, replacing blue skies with stars and comets.
He rose stiffly from the ground and began to walk around the debris, surveying the damage for the first time. He saw Jean's hand sticking out from beneath the larger pile that the Assassin had climbed earlier. He shook his head sadly, cursing himself again for the job he did on the storm earlier.
He walked on, estimating on if someone could be under this one alive, or that one. But he knew if anyone were alive, the Assassin would have pulled them out by now. He walked on, finding nothing worth looking at, he decided to see where the Assassin had gone off to.
The full moon had risen and cast long eerie shadows across the ground. He found her, asleep against the only remaining piece of wall that was standing. She had wrapped up in her coat, her various weapons that she hid in it were in a neat pile at her side. Her head was bowed over, causing her hair to cascade down her face. The coat slipped down and came to rest at her feet. She grabbed the coat without opening her eyes and lay down next to the wall.
The Cleric watched her for a moment before sitting down by her head and as she slept, he watched the night, in case that Ronin decided he wanted a rematch.
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Does he want a rematch? What do you want? Tis up to you my dear reader, that it is.
*does happy little dance* only 15 days! Presents from all that read! I'm watching!
Swimming starts Monday. Do ya think I can get this done? I really don't want to but it has to be done. Perhaps after the first two weeks of *intense* conditioning I'll get another story up. But it all depends.
SOMEONE HAS TO HAVE FREAKIN RAMEN NOODLES FOR ME!!!!! COME ON PEOPLE!!!! GET ME RAMEN!!!! *falls out of chair and Cael the muse and Apocalypse look at Tigereyes funny* oro.
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Squatting down next to Ronin's still form, the Assassin gingerly put her finger to his throat. A weak pulse pushed back but it wasn't much. She stood up without a word and looked at the Cleric.
His back was turned to her and he was looking off into the distance. His body language spoke of a sort of defeat or sadness. She sighed and began to walk toward him. She stopped though, for a reason unbeknownst to her. She felt like he wanted to be alone so she left him that way.
Turning, she began to search for survivors in the wreckage. She gingerly pushed out her mind, cautious of what had happened to her last time. She walked around, searching for some spark of life hiding beneath the piles of rubble.
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The Cleric watched the sun begin to set, painting the sky pinks and oranges and blending them in a wonderful array. But his mood wouldn't allow him to enjoy the painting unfolding before him.
It was over. The battle fought and won. He didn't want it to be that way. He didn't know how life would be now. Spending the infinite amount of time with the Assassin seemed like it had to end. He sighed sadly. The winner of a battle, more like a war in this point of the game, should feel like walking on clouds and full of joy. All he felt was sadness and regret.
He heard her begin to walk toward him. He was happy for her company and the contagious smile that she had. But her footsteps stopped, then turned away. His shoulders slumped a little more as he sat down on the ground. 'Why had she turned away? Is this really over? Good. I'm glad. Then why aren't I happy?' he wondered to himself.
Shaking his head in dismay, he watched the sunset without any company.
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The Assassin frowned sadly when she found the first X-Man. Not sensing anyone, the Assassin climbed over a particularly large pile of debris. A misplaced step knocked a chunk of bricks down from the top of the pile. The bricks, bringing more loose debris with it started a mini avalanche. The Assassin paid it no heed, until she saw a hand sticking out from the pile. Pristinely painted red nails adorned a delicate woman's finger. The Assassin closed her eyes, realizing what it meant. Jean was dead. 'That means Scott's probably under here too. He wouldn't go farther than 30 feet without that woman.' Another sigh escaped her as she carefully stalked down the other side of the pile.
'That makes two. I wonder if anyone else is under there,' she pondered to herself. She instinctively looked in the direction of the Cleric but she refrained from calling out. He was sitting now. He looked so depressed. Furrowing her forehead she began to walk determinedly over to him.
She got closer and closer to him and he didn't seem to notice. It wasn't until she sat down next to him and put her hand on his arm that he realized that she was there. She looked concernedly at him. Her hazel eyes danced between green and blue with flecks of gold inside.
He glanced at her quickly then returned his attention back to the setting sun. Purple was beginning to take the place of the orange as it slid deeper into the horizon. She huffed at him.
"What's your problem?" she asked in a harsher tone than she anticipated.
He set his jaw and turned to face her.
'There's the boy I know,' the Assassin thought to herself.
"Doesn't this feel the slightest bit weird to you? Don't you feel like we got cheated out of something? Haven't you thought of where we go from here? Is it really over?' he paused, "I mean, do we part ways now? Now that fate has let us go?"
She leaned forward and rested her chin on her knees. She sat deep in thought for a moment and he just watched her think. She sat for several moments in silence. He waited patiently until she spoke.
"It does feel weird, but it would, I mean we're still not mortal. I don't feel cheated out of anything. I feel relieved. I haven't thought of where to go. I mean anyone I would go back to has been long dead. Mother, Father," she hesitated, but with a wavery voice continued, "and Perrin." She sat a moment getting her composure. Perrin had been her fiancée when she had been taken to fight the Dragon for the first time. Given immortality, she watched him grow old while she retained her youth. He had told her he didn't care a bit about her being immortal or fighting or whatever, he loved her. They never married though. She felt terrible watching him grow old. He would tell her that he still loved her and he always would. But one night, a band of men came to his home, broke in, stole things and killed him. The Assassin still carried her scar from him being torn from her. She began to speak again.
"I.. I suppose that it never really is over. I don't know. Maybe it is, maybe it's not," she looked up from her knees and looked him in the eyes, "and no body ever said that we had to part."
Her eyes still held the hurt from thinking of Perrin. Tears were on the brims but somehow she maintained her dangerous beauty. Blinking, she rubbed away her tears on her arm.
He said nothing to her for a moment and she grew restless. She rose and patted his head before walking away. She shivered in the cool wind that had picked up.
'I wonder where my coat is?' she pondered and began to search.
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The Cleric sat with his mind a blur. 'Relieved? I feel like my insides have been baked, broiled, then made into polar bear munchies. I don't like it.' He sat with his mind reeling for a moment longer until something else she said hit him. 'She's still thinking about him? She acts like it was only like a week ago. But I really have no room to talk.' He watched as the night took the day, replacing blue skies with stars and comets.
He rose stiffly from the ground and began to walk around the debris, surveying the damage for the first time. He saw Jean's hand sticking out from beneath the larger pile that the Assassin had climbed earlier. He shook his head sadly, cursing himself again for the job he did on the storm earlier.
He walked on, estimating on if someone could be under this one alive, or that one. But he knew if anyone were alive, the Assassin would have pulled them out by now. He walked on, finding nothing worth looking at, he decided to see where the Assassin had gone off to.
The full moon had risen and cast long eerie shadows across the ground. He found her, asleep against the only remaining piece of wall that was standing. She had wrapped up in her coat, her various weapons that she hid in it were in a neat pile at her side. Her head was bowed over, causing her hair to cascade down her face. The coat slipped down and came to rest at her feet. She grabbed the coat without opening her eyes and lay down next to the wall.
The Cleric watched her for a moment before sitting down by her head and as she slept, he watched the night, in case that Ronin decided he wanted a rematch.
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Does he want a rematch? What do you want? Tis up to you my dear reader, that it is.
*does happy little dance* only 15 days! Presents from all that read! I'm watching!
Swimming starts Monday. Do ya think I can get this done? I really don't want to but it has to be done. Perhaps after the first two weeks of *intense* conditioning I'll get another story up. But it all depends.
SOMEONE HAS TO HAVE FREAKIN RAMEN NOODLES FOR ME!!!!! COME ON PEOPLE!!!! GET ME RAMEN!!!! *falls out of chair and Cael the muse and Apocalypse look at Tigereyes funny* oro.
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