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Swimming started. Holy crap. Something you all should do: find a swimmer (if you look you'll find one) and give them a hug/kiss (whichever you find appropriate) and tell them that they are the greatest. I am in so much pain. No freaking joke. I am only typing with my telepathy as of now.
So, in conclusion, hug a swimmer, they get the crap beaten out of them and they need love. Swimmers are amphibious people too .
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The Cleric chased after the Assassin. She had ignored his attempts at calling her name. With a huff, he stopped and put a wall up in front of her. She didn't run into it as he wanted her to. She was to smart to fall for that *again*. She stood with her back turned to him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Where are you going?" he asked catching up to her.
"I already told you. I'm going to talk to Xavier and see if any are hurt down there. Not that you'd care," she said avoiding his eyes.
"Last time I checked, you can't heal. That's my deal. So, what are you planning on doing?" he asked carefully, so as not to piss her off further.
She sighed, and turned to face him. Her eyes were tired. "I am going to see if I can help. You can come too if you wish."
She began to walk the other direction and put her hand on the wall. He dropped it and she continued walking, either not waiting or expecting him to come. He did though, trotting to catch up with her quick pace.
They walked together in silence; the Assassin with her deadly grace, the Cleric walking with his self-assuredness that bugged the crap outta the Assassin. They walked around the remains of the building, not finding any entrance into the lower levels.
"Uh, do you know how to get in?" he asked.
"Not a clue," she said smiling.
"Any idea how to get in?"
"Nope," she responded, kicking the dirt around a crevice that had formed from a lightening bolt had delved.
"So what are we doing?" he asked a little impatiently.
"I'm looking for a crack," she said simply.
"For what?" he asked a little more impatiently.
She smirked. "Ah. With that crowd of teenagers with no control on their powers and you combined, I thought I would have gone blind. If I find a crack, I'll be able to see their ki and then I'll just have you blow the crap out of the crack and then walah, we're in," she said as simply as if she were saying it would rain later.
"Does it always have to end in me blowing something up?" he said with a sigh.
"Pretty much."
"Oh, well as long as we're clear," he said with a smile, sitting on a pile of what used to be wall.
"What are you sitting for?" she demanded standing with her hands on her hips.
He looked at her puzzled.
"You said you could see my ki right?" he nodded reluctantly. "Well, there's no time like the present to learn to use it. Get up and start looking!" she commanded and he got up slowly.
"I don't even know how I did it! How do you expect me to do it now?" he complained.
"Just try lazy. Practice makes it easier," she chided and then went back to looking at the ground. He sighed and wandered around looking at the parched dirt.
'This is so pointless! I can't see ki. That's her deal! Not mine! How the devil am I supposed to find- wait. Is that the sun?'
The Cleric looked to the east and squinted. In the distance a bright light shone. He blinked his eyes and then realized that the sun was halfway up the sky. His eyes got big and he turned excitedly to the Assassin. She was watching him and smiling.
"Told ya you could do it," she said walking over to him.
"You knew?" he asked a little dejected.
"Yeah, but know you know that you can do it too. Now if we could only work on you hiding your ki a little..." she mused.
He gave her a face but she ignored it and pulled him along behind her by his wrist.
"Come on. We can bask in your glory later," she said with a smile.
They walked to the light that was farther from the immediate wreckage. They stood on the raised ground of a large drainage ditch, the ground about 5-10 feet below them.
"After you," the Cleric said and she jumped, landing silently and stood with her back to the drainage ditch. The Cleric dropped to her side and he waited.
"Ready?" he asked.
She sighed and crunched her eyes closed. "Yeah, let's get this over with." She turned and walked into the tunnel. To the Cleric, it was dark again. He didn't want to know why, but was glad that he couldn't see the light that the Assassin was obviously seeing. She held her hand out in front of her eyes as if it were a bright summer day.
"That bad?" he asked.
"No, I just enjoy walking about blinded and flailing my hands in front of my eyes. Yes, this is a great time," she said with as much sarcasm as you could fit into those few words.
They got closer to a big metallic door that was busted in on one half of it. The Assassin reluctantly put her hand down as they walked through the gaping hole.
The scene that met their eyes was one of a chaotic order (he he he I used an oxymoron. Yay for speech terms! Teacher would be proud). The older students were directing the younger ones and helping setting the place right. It appeared a wall caved in and they were working on clearing it out and tending the wounded. It appeared that no one noticed the two standing in the door until an older boy came over to them. The Assassin had never seen him before but didn't act surprised when he knew who they were.
"So, have you come to see the Professor or would you like to dispel any more 'demons' and just finish killing us all?" he asked with an edge.
The Assassin stared into his eyes, unblinking. She said not a word but his ego seemed to deflate and his words not as bold as before. She continued to stare him down until he cleared his throat uncertainly.
"Wo- would you lll- like to ss- see the Pppp- Professor?" he asked shakily.
She nodded ever so slightly, never blinking or breaking the eye contact she held him in. He scurried off when she was barely finished nodding calling, "Th- this way," behind him.
The Assassin smirked and looked at the Cleric who was trying to stifle a laugh, hiding it behind a cough. She smiled and walked after the boy, Cleric in tow.
They went to a less crowded area of the lower levels where the lights flashed uncertainly and some didn't shine at all. They came to a room that used to be in the center of the medical area, now only open in one area by cleared away debris. The boy gestured to the room barely before scurrying away.
"I wish you wouldn't frighten them so much. I wanted to figure out at least how bad the damage was," he said still smiling.
She winked at him then walked through the door, face schooled back to impassiveness.
Xavier sat in a bed, adorned in one of those silly medical gowns that don't cover your backside. He looked frail in that bed. Smaller, well smaller than he normally was. He watched as they walked in, first the Assassin, then the Cleric. She stood closer to a corner while the Cleric walked closer to Xavier.
The old man's intense brown eyes watched as the Cleric stood before him.
"I suppose you freed Ronin of that nasty spirit?" Xavier asked.
"Yes, well, we I suppose," the Cleric said.
The Assassin sulked in the shadows of a corner. They swirled around her and encased her, only allowing her to be seen slightly. She was glaring at the base of Xavier's bed. She cracked her knuckles as she shifted her weight.
The Cleric looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked ready to pounce. The Cleric shot Xavier an apologetic look before going over to her.
"What is the matter? You're probably freakin him out!" he said in a harsh whisper.
"Look at the base of his bed," she whispered back, glaring at Xavier over the Cleric's shoulder.
The Cleric sighed and looked at the base of Xavier's bed. Nothing was there. He looked back at the Assassin. She was still glaring. "LOOK," she hissed. He heaved another exasperated sigh and turned around. At the base of Xavier's bed was a pool of darkness. A seething, roiling pool of light consuming darkness was creeping up the bed and feeding into Xavier's body. Xavier's greenish glow was being tainted by the darkness.
"He's back. I didn't get him," the Assassin growled drawing her katana.
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So. There. It took me three days to write but I sure as hell got it.
Now, all of you owe me Ramen noodles and a birthday present. Eight days, you know.
*Tigereyes falls over unconscious* *Apocalypse drags Tigereyes's body into her bed. *
She's gonna sleep until practice tomorrow at 5.00 a.m. Forgive her and I'll just update this. *Apocalypse sets to updating*
Swimming started. Holy crap. Something you all should do: find a swimmer (if you look you'll find one) and give them a hug/kiss (whichever you find appropriate) and tell them that they are the greatest. I am in so much pain. No freaking joke. I am only typing with my telepathy as of now.
So, in conclusion, hug a swimmer, they get the crap beaten out of them and they need love. Swimmers are amphibious people too .
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The Cleric chased after the Assassin. She had ignored his attempts at calling her name. With a huff, he stopped and put a wall up in front of her. She didn't run into it as he wanted her to. She was to smart to fall for that *again*. She stood with her back turned to him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Where are you going?" he asked catching up to her.
"I already told you. I'm going to talk to Xavier and see if any are hurt down there. Not that you'd care," she said avoiding his eyes.
"Last time I checked, you can't heal. That's my deal. So, what are you planning on doing?" he asked carefully, so as not to piss her off further.
She sighed, and turned to face him. Her eyes were tired. "I am going to see if I can help. You can come too if you wish."
She began to walk the other direction and put her hand on the wall. He dropped it and she continued walking, either not waiting or expecting him to come. He did though, trotting to catch up with her quick pace.
They walked together in silence; the Assassin with her deadly grace, the Cleric walking with his self-assuredness that bugged the crap outta the Assassin. They walked around the remains of the building, not finding any entrance into the lower levels.
"Uh, do you know how to get in?" he asked.
"Not a clue," she said smiling.
"Any idea how to get in?"
"Nope," she responded, kicking the dirt around a crevice that had formed from a lightening bolt had delved.
"So what are we doing?" he asked a little impatiently.
"I'm looking for a crack," she said simply.
"For what?" he asked a little more impatiently.
She smirked. "Ah. With that crowd of teenagers with no control on their powers and you combined, I thought I would have gone blind. If I find a crack, I'll be able to see their ki and then I'll just have you blow the crap out of the crack and then walah, we're in," she said as simply as if she were saying it would rain later.
"Does it always have to end in me blowing something up?" he said with a sigh.
"Pretty much."
"Oh, well as long as we're clear," he said with a smile, sitting on a pile of what used to be wall.
"What are you sitting for?" she demanded standing with her hands on her hips.
He looked at her puzzled.
"You said you could see my ki right?" he nodded reluctantly. "Well, there's no time like the present to learn to use it. Get up and start looking!" she commanded and he got up slowly.
"I don't even know how I did it! How do you expect me to do it now?" he complained.
"Just try lazy. Practice makes it easier," she chided and then went back to looking at the ground. He sighed and wandered around looking at the parched dirt.
'This is so pointless! I can't see ki. That's her deal! Not mine! How the devil am I supposed to find- wait. Is that the sun?'
The Cleric looked to the east and squinted. In the distance a bright light shone. He blinked his eyes and then realized that the sun was halfway up the sky. His eyes got big and he turned excitedly to the Assassin. She was watching him and smiling.
"Told ya you could do it," she said walking over to him.
"You knew?" he asked a little dejected.
"Yeah, but know you know that you can do it too. Now if we could only work on you hiding your ki a little..." she mused.
He gave her a face but she ignored it and pulled him along behind her by his wrist.
"Come on. We can bask in your glory later," she said with a smile.
They walked to the light that was farther from the immediate wreckage. They stood on the raised ground of a large drainage ditch, the ground about 5-10 feet below them.
"After you," the Cleric said and she jumped, landing silently and stood with her back to the drainage ditch. The Cleric dropped to her side and he waited.
"Ready?" he asked.
She sighed and crunched her eyes closed. "Yeah, let's get this over with." She turned and walked into the tunnel. To the Cleric, it was dark again. He didn't want to know why, but was glad that he couldn't see the light that the Assassin was obviously seeing. She held her hand out in front of her eyes as if it were a bright summer day.
"That bad?" he asked.
"No, I just enjoy walking about blinded and flailing my hands in front of my eyes. Yes, this is a great time," she said with as much sarcasm as you could fit into those few words.
They got closer to a big metallic door that was busted in on one half of it. The Assassin reluctantly put her hand down as they walked through the gaping hole.
The scene that met their eyes was one of a chaotic order (he he he I used an oxymoron. Yay for speech terms! Teacher would be proud). The older students were directing the younger ones and helping setting the place right. It appeared a wall caved in and they were working on clearing it out and tending the wounded. It appeared that no one noticed the two standing in the door until an older boy came over to them. The Assassin had never seen him before but didn't act surprised when he knew who they were.
"So, have you come to see the Professor or would you like to dispel any more 'demons' and just finish killing us all?" he asked with an edge.
The Assassin stared into his eyes, unblinking. She said not a word but his ego seemed to deflate and his words not as bold as before. She continued to stare him down until he cleared his throat uncertainly.
"Wo- would you lll- like to ss- see the Pppp- Professor?" he asked shakily.
She nodded ever so slightly, never blinking or breaking the eye contact she held him in. He scurried off when she was barely finished nodding calling, "Th- this way," behind him.
The Assassin smirked and looked at the Cleric who was trying to stifle a laugh, hiding it behind a cough. She smiled and walked after the boy, Cleric in tow.
They went to a less crowded area of the lower levels where the lights flashed uncertainly and some didn't shine at all. They came to a room that used to be in the center of the medical area, now only open in one area by cleared away debris. The boy gestured to the room barely before scurrying away.
"I wish you wouldn't frighten them so much. I wanted to figure out at least how bad the damage was," he said still smiling.
She winked at him then walked through the door, face schooled back to impassiveness.
Xavier sat in a bed, adorned in one of those silly medical gowns that don't cover your backside. He looked frail in that bed. Smaller, well smaller than he normally was. He watched as they walked in, first the Assassin, then the Cleric. She stood closer to a corner while the Cleric walked closer to Xavier.
The old man's intense brown eyes watched as the Cleric stood before him.
"I suppose you freed Ronin of that nasty spirit?" Xavier asked.
"Yes, well, we I suppose," the Cleric said.
The Assassin sulked in the shadows of a corner. They swirled around her and encased her, only allowing her to be seen slightly. She was glaring at the base of Xavier's bed. She cracked her knuckles as she shifted her weight.
The Cleric looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked ready to pounce. The Cleric shot Xavier an apologetic look before going over to her.
"What is the matter? You're probably freakin him out!" he said in a harsh whisper.
"Look at the base of his bed," she whispered back, glaring at Xavier over the Cleric's shoulder.
The Cleric sighed and looked at the base of Xavier's bed. Nothing was there. He looked back at the Assassin. She was still glaring. "LOOK," she hissed. He heaved another exasperated sigh and turned around. At the base of Xavier's bed was a pool of darkness. A seething, roiling pool of light consuming darkness was creeping up the bed and feeding into Xavier's body. Xavier's greenish glow was being tainted by the darkness.
"He's back. I didn't get him," the Assassin growled drawing her katana.
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So. There. It took me three days to write but I sure as hell got it.
Now, all of you owe me Ramen noodles and a birthday present. Eight days, you know.
*Tigereyes falls over unconscious* *Apocalypse drags Tigereyes's body into her bed. *
She's gonna sleep until practice tomorrow at 5.00 a.m. Forgive her and I'll just update this. *Apocalypse sets to updating*