Ok guys. I just wanna get this outta the way now. I've had a crappy ass
week. There's fights with my family, my friends are just rubbin me the
wrong way, grades are crappy, and not to mention trouble with guys....
*sigh* this is jut too much for my pretty hart to take!!! So if the last
chappie was *boring* or *uneventful* then hold on to your faces peeps,
cause I'm venting!!! -The surly and agitated Tigereyes X.X *prepares to go
off on rampage as soon as this chapter's up, then on to Black Comedy!*
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The darkness was consuming. It seeped everywhere. Thinking wasn't an option. Just the dark. Only dark. It was a welcome change from the infernos that consumed for what seemed like an eternity. The dark was a blanket, a thick smoke that was encompassing and comforting. He was glad. He was thankful that he was finally free. If only he could find his way back into his body. Ronin's spirit wondered.
Floating was fun for a while, but he just wanted to be back into his body, to explain himself to Owen and Taryn. To try to atone for his mistakes. The Dragon was gone. At least he couldn't sense him. Maybe he wasn't and was hiding somewhere within him, or maybe it wasn't. All that mattered to him at the moment was that he was free. If only he could get back into that pesky body...
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The Assassin yawned and turned over, consciousness drifting to her slowly, the way it does after a good nap. Shivering, she realized that she was outside and it was *cold*. She pulled her tattered coat closer to her as she sat up.
Looking next to her, the Cleric had fallen asleep, head resting on his forearms on his drawn up knees. He had moved her weapons and was right next to her. She could feel his body heat. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at him. He was cute when he slept. He almost looked innocent, save for the slight mischievous smile on his face as he dreamed. The Assassin looked at him for a moment longer, shaking the cobwebs of sleep out of her mind. Rising, she draped her coat on his shoulders. He looked cold and a walk would warm her up. So with one last look, she set off to try to dig out the dead.
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Dreams drifted in and out of the Cleric's sleep. No nightmares though, which was a welcome change. What with the Dragon taken care of he had nothing really to worry about.
All involved the Assassin in some way. One she was kidnapped and he had to rescue her (he would be sure not to tell her that) some where they never became what they are now and settled down (he didn't like that one and reassured himself he would never settle). None involved the Dragon, X-Men, or the remaining Pack members in any way, sort, or fashion, much to his relief.
He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the cool autumn sun on his legs. He must have been tired if he slept this far past sunrise. Not surprising though, he had to fight both the Dragon and the Assassin last night. He'd never say he was tired from that, he'd make up something if anyone asked.
He shifted to rise and noticed the Assassin's coat resting on him. He glanced to the right of him, she wasn't there. Looking to Ronin's still form, he relaxed a little. 'She probably went for a run or something. Quit worrying.' He removed her coat, noting the lightness of it then the arsenal on the ground where her feet used to be, and placed it on the top of the wall. He began to wander in the opposite direction that the Assassin went in, in search of some breakfast.
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The Assassin had finished burying the last of the X-Men that came to meet them. Jean, Scott, Ororo and Bobby lay now in the deepest graves she could muster with her makeshift shovel of a stick and a panel of metal lashed together. The only thing that puzzled her was that both Taryn and Wolverine were missing. The Assassin was positive she saw Wolverine fly through a brick wall and the mansion collapse on him. That much she was positive before she blacked out. But the last time she saw Taryn was when they were trying to ambush the Dragon. She skidded into the wall the Cleric had produced. After that she didn't pay much attention outside of anyone but the Dragon and the Cleric.
She puzzled for a moment until she heard some rubble fall. She spun; katana drawn facing a brown haired boy held a lighter in one hand and a ball of fire floating in the other.
"Chill, I'm one of the good guys!" he exclaimed.
She lowered her katana slightly and gave him a cold, hard look.
"Really! I'm one of the X-Men! St. John Allerdyce! Bobby's friend!" he said aggressively.
She smirked at him. "I remember you. You were the one who wouldn't quit recesitating," she began but he cut her off.
"Where's Bobby? I told him not to go but he locked the door before I could chase after him. Where is he? Is he hurt? What happened? Why was there and explos-" he began but as he spoke her face fell, well, she showed some remorse, but nothing past the cold exterior that she presented to these people. St. John quit talking when he saw her looking at him. "Oh God," he whispered.
"I am truly sorry St. John. He did not make it," she said putting a hand on his shoulder.
St. John only looked stunned. The Assassin had a revelation that hit her like a ton of stampeding elephants.
"How are you alive?" she demanded of him.
"What? Oh, most of the students are in the lower levels of the mansion. We have power and stuff. I guess that the generator's still working," he said distractedly.
"So the children are safe?" she asked hurriedly.
"Yeah. So is that Owen kid. And that chick that came with Lippoli's brother," St. John said looking off into the distance.
"Why don't you go back down there and wait. The Cleric and I will be down in a while. Is the Professor down there?"
"Yeah, he's been knocked out though. A piece of wood hit him in the head. He's ok though," St. John said already walking away.
The Assassin just nodded and began to walk back to the wall where she last left the Cleric. 'This is excellent. Innocents were at least safe in those lower levels. But how did that Taryn girl get down there that fast? She wasn't a teleporter as far as I know, most curious.'
As the Assassin neared the wall, she found it empty with her coat draped over the top and her knives still in their pile. Sighing an agitated sigh, she donned her coat and replaced her weapons. She began to walk around aimlessly for the Cleric, not finding him anywhere. She stopped herself short when she realized the foolishness of her actions.
She could just sense him. 'Sometimes my stupidity amazes even me,' she thought to herself as she pushed her mind out in search of her friend. She found him in the total opposite direction that she was walking in, though not far. She turned and followed his presence.
As she got closer, she began to see his ki. It wasn't as blinding as it normally was. 'He must have gotten a taste of his own medicine when he was watching me and the Dragon fight.' She smirked. 'At least he learned something. Though he has no idea how to hide his ki totally. Perhaps I should teach him sometime.'
She walked up behind him at a little faster pace than he was walking. He was unaware of her presence and she followed him for a little, making faces at his back. She eventually got tired of her game and was about to put her hand on his shoulder when he spoke.
"So are you done or should I keep walking?"
She stopped.
"Aw man! You're no fun. You're such a moose, you know that?" she asked him teasingly.
"A moose?" he asked with an eyebrow quirked.
"Yes. A moose," she said between a smirk and a giggle.
He rolled his eyes at her and she began to walk again.
"But seriously. Xavier is alive, along with the student body, and the last two of the pack," she said solemnly.
"How!?!" the Cleric demanded. "Nobody could have survived that. Well, we did but that's because I held the shield. How could they?!?" He seemed slightly insulted that someone survived his "masterfully crafted" storm.
"Apparently the lower levels of the Mansion held up,"
"And HOW do you know this?!?" he demanded again.
She huffed at him.
"I'm pretty sick of your attitude! You know, I just won't tell you! I'm going to fix this myself. I had do bury those poor people and I suppose I will have to tell their family and all of those kids that their beloved professors are dead and that we killed them, their home is in ruins and that there's no way that they are going to get it back to how it was!!!" she yelled at him.
Her eyes were a raging inferno of swirling blues, greens, grays, and browns and her body had tensed. He hit a nerve. A big one. She was shaking with rage. She spit at his feet before walking back to the ruins of the mansion. He watched bewilderedly as she stormed off.
"How'd I manage to piss her off that much?" he asked himself quietly. Not getting a response, he followed her.
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ROAR! WORK SUCKS!!! FORGET WORLD DOMINATION, I'M JUST GOING TO BLOW UP THE WHOLE FUCKIN THING!!! I'M SICK OF THIS! only, i'll do it after Black Comedy, cause i got a ticket, and i wouldn't want to waste a ticket now would i? no. BUT AS SOON AS IT'S OVER, BETTER GET TO THOSE BOMB SHELTERS PEOPLE, BUT I DOUBT THOSE WOULD SAVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! *evil laugh and Cael and Apocalypse back away slowly* *the men with the straightjackets begin to edge around Tigereyes and try to jump her*
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The darkness was consuming. It seeped everywhere. Thinking wasn't an option. Just the dark. Only dark. It was a welcome change from the infernos that consumed for what seemed like an eternity. The dark was a blanket, a thick smoke that was encompassing and comforting. He was glad. He was thankful that he was finally free. If only he could find his way back into his body. Ronin's spirit wondered.
Floating was fun for a while, but he just wanted to be back into his body, to explain himself to Owen and Taryn. To try to atone for his mistakes. The Dragon was gone. At least he couldn't sense him. Maybe he wasn't and was hiding somewhere within him, or maybe it wasn't. All that mattered to him at the moment was that he was free. If only he could get back into that pesky body...
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The Assassin yawned and turned over, consciousness drifting to her slowly, the way it does after a good nap. Shivering, she realized that she was outside and it was *cold*. She pulled her tattered coat closer to her as she sat up.
Looking next to her, the Cleric had fallen asleep, head resting on his forearms on his drawn up knees. He had moved her weapons and was right next to her. She could feel his body heat. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at him. He was cute when he slept. He almost looked innocent, save for the slight mischievous smile on his face as he dreamed. The Assassin looked at him for a moment longer, shaking the cobwebs of sleep out of her mind. Rising, she draped her coat on his shoulders. He looked cold and a walk would warm her up. So with one last look, she set off to try to dig out the dead.
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Dreams drifted in and out of the Cleric's sleep. No nightmares though, which was a welcome change. What with the Dragon taken care of he had nothing really to worry about.
All involved the Assassin in some way. One she was kidnapped and he had to rescue her (he would be sure not to tell her that) some where they never became what they are now and settled down (he didn't like that one and reassured himself he would never settle). None involved the Dragon, X-Men, or the remaining Pack members in any way, sort, or fashion, much to his relief.
He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the cool autumn sun on his legs. He must have been tired if he slept this far past sunrise. Not surprising though, he had to fight both the Dragon and the Assassin last night. He'd never say he was tired from that, he'd make up something if anyone asked.
He shifted to rise and noticed the Assassin's coat resting on him. He glanced to the right of him, she wasn't there. Looking to Ronin's still form, he relaxed a little. 'She probably went for a run or something. Quit worrying.' He removed her coat, noting the lightness of it then the arsenal on the ground where her feet used to be, and placed it on the top of the wall. He began to wander in the opposite direction that the Assassin went in, in search of some breakfast.
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The Assassin had finished burying the last of the X-Men that came to meet them. Jean, Scott, Ororo and Bobby lay now in the deepest graves she could muster with her makeshift shovel of a stick and a panel of metal lashed together. The only thing that puzzled her was that both Taryn and Wolverine were missing. The Assassin was positive she saw Wolverine fly through a brick wall and the mansion collapse on him. That much she was positive before she blacked out. But the last time she saw Taryn was when they were trying to ambush the Dragon. She skidded into the wall the Cleric had produced. After that she didn't pay much attention outside of anyone but the Dragon and the Cleric.
She puzzled for a moment until she heard some rubble fall. She spun; katana drawn facing a brown haired boy held a lighter in one hand and a ball of fire floating in the other.
"Chill, I'm one of the good guys!" he exclaimed.
She lowered her katana slightly and gave him a cold, hard look.
"Really! I'm one of the X-Men! St. John Allerdyce! Bobby's friend!" he said aggressively.
She smirked at him. "I remember you. You were the one who wouldn't quit recesitating," she began but he cut her off.
"Where's Bobby? I told him not to go but he locked the door before I could chase after him. Where is he? Is he hurt? What happened? Why was there and explos-" he began but as he spoke her face fell, well, she showed some remorse, but nothing past the cold exterior that she presented to these people. St. John quit talking when he saw her looking at him. "Oh God," he whispered.
"I am truly sorry St. John. He did not make it," she said putting a hand on his shoulder.
St. John only looked stunned. The Assassin had a revelation that hit her like a ton of stampeding elephants.
"How are you alive?" she demanded of him.
"What? Oh, most of the students are in the lower levels of the mansion. We have power and stuff. I guess that the generator's still working," he said distractedly.
"So the children are safe?" she asked hurriedly.
"Yeah. So is that Owen kid. And that chick that came with Lippoli's brother," St. John said looking off into the distance.
"Why don't you go back down there and wait. The Cleric and I will be down in a while. Is the Professor down there?"
"Yeah, he's been knocked out though. A piece of wood hit him in the head. He's ok though," St. John said already walking away.
The Assassin just nodded and began to walk back to the wall where she last left the Cleric. 'This is excellent. Innocents were at least safe in those lower levels. But how did that Taryn girl get down there that fast? She wasn't a teleporter as far as I know, most curious.'
As the Assassin neared the wall, she found it empty with her coat draped over the top and her knives still in their pile. Sighing an agitated sigh, she donned her coat and replaced her weapons. She began to walk around aimlessly for the Cleric, not finding him anywhere. She stopped herself short when she realized the foolishness of her actions.
She could just sense him. 'Sometimes my stupidity amazes even me,' she thought to herself as she pushed her mind out in search of her friend. She found him in the total opposite direction that she was walking in, though not far. She turned and followed his presence.
As she got closer, she began to see his ki. It wasn't as blinding as it normally was. 'He must have gotten a taste of his own medicine when he was watching me and the Dragon fight.' She smirked. 'At least he learned something. Though he has no idea how to hide his ki totally. Perhaps I should teach him sometime.'
She walked up behind him at a little faster pace than he was walking. He was unaware of her presence and she followed him for a little, making faces at his back. She eventually got tired of her game and was about to put her hand on his shoulder when he spoke.
"So are you done or should I keep walking?"
She stopped.
"Aw man! You're no fun. You're such a moose, you know that?" she asked him teasingly.
"A moose?" he asked with an eyebrow quirked.
"Yes. A moose," she said between a smirk and a giggle.
He rolled his eyes at her and she began to walk again.
"But seriously. Xavier is alive, along with the student body, and the last two of the pack," she said solemnly.
"How!?!" the Cleric demanded. "Nobody could have survived that. Well, we did but that's because I held the shield. How could they?!?" He seemed slightly insulted that someone survived his "masterfully crafted" storm.
"Apparently the lower levels of the Mansion held up,"
"And HOW do you know this?!?" he demanded again.
She huffed at him.
"I'm pretty sick of your attitude! You know, I just won't tell you! I'm going to fix this myself. I had do bury those poor people and I suppose I will have to tell their family and all of those kids that their beloved professors are dead and that we killed them, their home is in ruins and that there's no way that they are going to get it back to how it was!!!" she yelled at him.
Her eyes were a raging inferno of swirling blues, greens, grays, and browns and her body had tensed. He hit a nerve. A big one. She was shaking with rage. She spit at his feet before walking back to the ruins of the mansion. He watched bewilderedly as she stormed off.
"How'd I manage to piss her off that much?" he asked himself quietly. Not getting a response, he followed her.
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ROAR! WORK SUCKS!!! FORGET WORLD DOMINATION, I'M JUST GOING TO BLOW UP THE WHOLE FUCKIN THING!!! I'M SICK OF THIS! only, i'll do it after Black Comedy, cause i got a ticket, and i wouldn't want to waste a ticket now would i? no. BUT AS SOON AS IT'S OVER, BETTER GET TO THOSE BOMB SHELTERS PEOPLE, BUT I DOUBT THOSE WOULD SAVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! *evil laugh and Cael and Apocalypse back away slowly* *the men with the straightjackets begin to edge around Tigereyes and try to jump her*