Ah, my lovely readers!!!! How I missed you. Fall break is over, though
school does have perks. *rubs chin and ponders study hall and harassing the
teacher* It's a spirit week this week. We get to dress up all fun and such.
Monday: Pajama day!!! I love any excuse to wear my jammies to school.
Though, mine are a little sub-par dress code wise. I don't think they'd
approve of me walkin to school barefoot, my sweet comfy soffee shorts and
my sheep tank top. Yeah, don't think they'd approve..
It's ok though.
Queeny! Man, I'm so pissed that you couldn't come!!! No complaints? Man, I am the greatest!!! Don't worry, I'll be up at your house on March 2 to pick you up and we can go crusin. Right?
Griffin: Fit? I've been in the freakin pool for five days and I have like a 3 pack. That's just how hard they work us! Don't get me wrong, I love the sport and I love my coach but holy crap my friend, it's a hard thing to do! Apocalypse hasn't really done anything so I dunno, if he has done anything more than help me come up with crap for the story. Remy? Ramen Noodles? Sweet. *rubs chin thinkin of Cajuns and a palate of Ramen Noodles* Happy Birthday to me!! ^.^
Birthday's on Saturday peoples!!! YAY!!!!
*does little jig* that's right, I did a jig. Hey, just embracing my Irish roots ok?
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'Shit my head hurts. She seriously beat the crap outta me.'
He rolled over on his back. Ronin groaned from the pressure on his bruises and cuts on his back. His vision was a little fuzzy, slightly tunneled too. The sun was beginning to slip down the sky now, he estimated it was about 5 o'clock.
Using every ounce of will power he had, he forced himself in the upright position. Dried blood cracked on his shoulders and his abs screamed in defiance (hey, that sounds like me, my abs screamed in defiance every time I sat down!!! X.X) He winced, sitting for a moment to gather his bearings.
All of his memory was hazy. The last thing he remembered clearly was letting the Assassin's spirit free from the Dragon's grip. Everything else was hazy, some he didn't remember at all. It was like someone took his head, played some soccer, unscrewed the top, decided to poke some holes in his memory and toss it back in, screw the top on and then shake it like it was one of those margarita mixer deelies on a corny James Bond movie.
Ronin's vision was beginning to clear and he began to focus on his destination. Wherever Taryn was, he was going to get there. He needed to explain. The one thing that the Dragon enjoyed doing to him was hurting his friends and letting him see what he was doing. He saw the hurt in Taryn's eyes when she was going to attack with those fool X-Men. She didn't want to hurt him, but boy did he piss her off.
'Hell hath no fury like a pissed off girlfriend,' he pondered to himself.
Gripping a piece of roofing support, Ronin began to heft himself up. With much cursing and a lot of labored breathing, the teenager was up and limping. Grabbing a decent sized charred stick; Ronin made his way to the entrance of the lower levels of the once glorious mansion.
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Xavier stared quizzically at the unsheathed steel that the Assassin held with every intention of using. The Cleric was just confused. The Assassin: pissed, but was that out of the ordinary?
"Hold up. You mean to tell me that that accursed spirit got away and is pumping itself into him?" the Cleric demanded to the Assassin.
"Yes." She said simply, watching the old man over the Cleric's shoulder.
"How, I mean come on! What is this old guy going to do? He can't walk. He's like 180 years old. What is he going to do?"
"Do you listen, or do you just pretend to?" the Assassin demanded of him. He opened his mouth to make some sarcastic remark but she cut him off, "He's a telepath. Think about it Sherlock. If the Dragon's in a telepath, then what do you think a telepath could do?" He studied her face for a moment.
"I see your point. But we don't have anything to go on aside from the big pile of evil sitting beneath him that, oh yeah, only we can see. They all think we're terrible and I don't feel like fighting a bunch of kids," the Cleric said exasperatedly.
"So, what do we do? I'm all for just killing them all," the Cleric gave her a look of disdain, "but that's obviously not on the menu. I hate to admit it too, but I am seriously wiped, inside and out. My being huts. It takes a lot to purge someone of their spirit and I know I can't do it again for at least a few days. You can't heal a lot of people in a short period of time; it's the same for me. I might be immortal, but I'm still human, well kinda," she said, getting lost in her thoughts about the proper way to say that before she shook it off as something foolish. "And that leads me somehow back to my question: what do we do?"
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Taryn sat up in the makeshift bed she had been given. Another nightmare had plagued her, making it the third that night. All involving Ronin dying in some fashion. She put her sweaty face in her hands.
'God, I hope he's alive, I don't think I could live without him.'
Sighing, she stood. Owen stirred on his bed on the opposite end of the room, but didn't rise. She pulled on a sweatshirt to cover her tank top and went out into the hall. A walk was what she needed.
Loosing herself in her thoughts as her bare feet tread the cool metallic floor, she ran into someone, knocking them over. She immediately began to apologize, shaking her hair out of her face, she saw who it was. It was Ronin, sprawled out on the floor with a contented smile on his face.
"Well, at least I found you," he said before passing out.
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The Cleric and the Assassin decided that it was best to just let Xavier be for the time being until they came up with a solid plan to defeat the Dragon for real this time. They walked in silence, the dim florescent lights flickering above them uncertainly.
The students were gone, probably to their rooms to sleep for the night: the time was well past 2 a.m. The Assassin sighed and cracked her knuckles. She looked over at the Cleric at her side.
"You think that that girl and the other boy are here?"
"Probably."
She sighed. "Well I'd like to talk to that Taryn girl. I want to know how she got away from that fight earlier last night. God, was that last night? It seems like it was forever ago-" the Assassin paused, listening.
Barefeet pounded the metal floor and labored breathing reached her impeccably good ears. She turned around and waited, watching a corner where two halls intersected. The Cleric watched too, not knowing what she heard or what he was watching for. The Assassin began to count down softly.
"Five, four, three, two-" It was then that Taryn came skidding across the intersection and running at them. She stopped about five feet from them and was breathing hard.
"It's.. Ronin.. he's..back...and..he's...hurt..." she said breathily.
"Lead me to him," the Assassin said to her and Taryn began to walk back the way she came. The Assassin followed, but not before the Cleric grabbed her arm.
"What!?!" she demanded.
"What are you doing?" he said, still holding on to her arm.
"I'm going to see what I did wrong and I'm going to see how much I did get out of him," she said and untwisted her arm from his grasp and followed Taryn.
He mumbled to himself about her rashness but he followed her.
Taryn led them to the room that Owen and she were given to share. Ronin was on the bed, unconscious with Owen at the head of Ronin's bed placing a damp rag on his head. The Assassin stepped past Taryn and shooed Owen away. She knelt down by Ronin's head and whispered to him. It was inaudible to all, but she kept her eyes on the Cleric the whole time.
Ronin's eyes fluttered open lethargically. He groaned and tried to get up but the Assassin pushed him gently back down with one hand. She stood and looked at him, crossing her arms with a slight smile on her face.
The Cleric, Taryn and Owen looked at her quizzically. Only making her smile broader.
"I did it, that I did. He's free," she said simply.
"Free? Free of what?" Owen demanded.
"The Dragon of course," she said leaning against a wall.
"Would someone fill me in on what is going on?!? Where's Griff and Blade?" he asked.
Everyone's eyes left Ronin and they looked at someone else. The Assassin looked at the Cleric and he stepped forward.
"Do you remember any of the past two or three days?" he asked.
"The last thing I remember was letting her out of my mind," Ronin said pointing at the Assassin, "and that's it. I don't remember anything else real clearly. I remember some of the fight but that's seriously it. Why?" he asked somewhat meekly.
The Cleric sighed.
"The Dragon did a lot of bad shit while you weren't in there. He killed a few people," the Assassin said for the Cleric.
Ronin's face fell. "Oh," he whispered. He sat up with a little grimace then looked at the blanket in his lap. "Who?" he whispered again.
"Griffin, Blade, Jean, Scott, Ororo and Bobby," the Assassin said solemnly.
"And I take it I leveled the mansion?" he asked covering his face with his hands.
"Oh, that wasn't you. That was the Cleric, he decided to play with nature," the Assassin said grinning at the Cleric.
"O so funny," he said back at her.
She winked quickly at him and turned back to Ronin.
"So how do you feel?" she asked him.
"How would you feel? Finding out that you killed your best friends and people who didn't deserve to die?!? O I am just grand!!!" he said sarcastically.
"Chill. You need to just rest-" she began but he continued on his rampage.
"How am I going to live with this? I hate that accursed spirit!! I want it to burn in hell for an eternity and forever! I cant-" he began but Taryn came over to him and hugged him. His ranting died down into soft sobs into Taryn's shoulder.
The Assassin turned and left them to console Ronin. She went out into the hall and sat against the wall. She drew her knees up and put her forehead on them. The Cleric stepped silently out in the hall after her.
"I know what we have to do. Well, what I have to do. I have to go into Xavier's mind and kill it that way. It's the only way this is going to end."
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That's it my friends. I'm spent. But, I am proud to say that this morning when I woke up, I could sit up without wanting to cry. Yay!
Have you hugged a swimmer yet? Seriously. I haven't gotten a hug at all! Shame on all of you!!! You make me want to weep inside.
O! Time to go looting. Hasta!
It's ok though.
Queeny! Man, I'm so pissed that you couldn't come!!! No complaints? Man, I am the greatest!!! Don't worry, I'll be up at your house on March 2 to pick you up and we can go crusin. Right?
Griffin: Fit? I've been in the freakin pool for five days and I have like a 3 pack. That's just how hard they work us! Don't get me wrong, I love the sport and I love my coach but holy crap my friend, it's a hard thing to do! Apocalypse hasn't really done anything so I dunno, if he has done anything more than help me come up with crap for the story. Remy? Ramen Noodles? Sweet. *rubs chin thinkin of Cajuns and a palate of Ramen Noodles* Happy Birthday to me!! ^.^
Birthday's on Saturday peoples!!! YAY!!!!
*does little jig* that's right, I did a jig. Hey, just embracing my Irish roots ok?
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'Shit my head hurts. She seriously beat the crap outta me.'
He rolled over on his back. Ronin groaned from the pressure on his bruises and cuts on his back. His vision was a little fuzzy, slightly tunneled too. The sun was beginning to slip down the sky now, he estimated it was about 5 o'clock.
Using every ounce of will power he had, he forced himself in the upright position. Dried blood cracked on his shoulders and his abs screamed in defiance (hey, that sounds like me, my abs screamed in defiance every time I sat down!!! X.X) He winced, sitting for a moment to gather his bearings.
All of his memory was hazy. The last thing he remembered clearly was letting the Assassin's spirit free from the Dragon's grip. Everything else was hazy, some he didn't remember at all. It was like someone took his head, played some soccer, unscrewed the top, decided to poke some holes in his memory and toss it back in, screw the top on and then shake it like it was one of those margarita mixer deelies on a corny James Bond movie.
Ronin's vision was beginning to clear and he began to focus on his destination. Wherever Taryn was, he was going to get there. He needed to explain. The one thing that the Dragon enjoyed doing to him was hurting his friends and letting him see what he was doing. He saw the hurt in Taryn's eyes when she was going to attack with those fool X-Men. She didn't want to hurt him, but boy did he piss her off.
'Hell hath no fury like a pissed off girlfriend,' he pondered to himself.
Gripping a piece of roofing support, Ronin began to heft himself up. With much cursing and a lot of labored breathing, the teenager was up and limping. Grabbing a decent sized charred stick; Ronin made his way to the entrance of the lower levels of the once glorious mansion.
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Xavier stared quizzically at the unsheathed steel that the Assassin held with every intention of using. The Cleric was just confused. The Assassin: pissed, but was that out of the ordinary?
"Hold up. You mean to tell me that that accursed spirit got away and is pumping itself into him?" the Cleric demanded to the Assassin.
"Yes." She said simply, watching the old man over the Cleric's shoulder.
"How, I mean come on! What is this old guy going to do? He can't walk. He's like 180 years old. What is he going to do?"
"Do you listen, or do you just pretend to?" the Assassin demanded of him. He opened his mouth to make some sarcastic remark but she cut him off, "He's a telepath. Think about it Sherlock. If the Dragon's in a telepath, then what do you think a telepath could do?" He studied her face for a moment.
"I see your point. But we don't have anything to go on aside from the big pile of evil sitting beneath him that, oh yeah, only we can see. They all think we're terrible and I don't feel like fighting a bunch of kids," the Cleric said exasperatedly.
"So, what do we do? I'm all for just killing them all," the Cleric gave her a look of disdain, "but that's obviously not on the menu. I hate to admit it too, but I am seriously wiped, inside and out. My being huts. It takes a lot to purge someone of their spirit and I know I can't do it again for at least a few days. You can't heal a lot of people in a short period of time; it's the same for me. I might be immortal, but I'm still human, well kinda," she said, getting lost in her thoughts about the proper way to say that before she shook it off as something foolish. "And that leads me somehow back to my question: what do we do?"
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Taryn sat up in the makeshift bed she had been given. Another nightmare had plagued her, making it the third that night. All involving Ronin dying in some fashion. She put her sweaty face in her hands.
'God, I hope he's alive, I don't think I could live without him.'
Sighing, she stood. Owen stirred on his bed on the opposite end of the room, but didn't rise. She pulled on a sweatshirt to cover her tank top and went out into the hall. A walk was what she needed.
Loosing herself in her thoughts as her bare feet tread the cool metallic floor, she ran into someone, knocking them over. She immediately began to apologize, shaking her hair out of her face, she saw who it was. It was Ronin, sprawled out on the floor with a contented smile on his face.
"Well, at least I found you," he said before passing out.
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The Cleric and the Assassin decided that it was best to just let Xavier be for the time being until they came up with a solid plan to defeat the Dragon for real this time. They walked in silence, the dim florescent lights flickering above them uncertainly.
The students were gone, probably to their rooms to sleep for the night: the time was well past 2 a.m. The Assassin sighed and cracked her knuckles. She looked over at the Cleric at her side.
"You think that that girl and the other boy are here?"
"Probably."
She sighed. "Well I'd like to talk to that Taryn girl. I want to know how she got away from that fight earlier last night. God, was that last night? It seems like it was forever ago-" the Assassin paused, listening.
Barefeet pounded the metal floor and labored breathing reached her impeccably good ears. She turned around and waited, watching a corner where two halls intersected. The Cleric watched too, not knowing what she heard or what he was watching for. The Assassin began to count down softly.
"Five, four, three, two-" It was then that Taryn came skidding across the intersection and running at them. She stopped about five feet from them and was breathing hard.
"It's.. Ronin.. he's..back...and..he's...hurt..." she said breathily.
"Lead me to him," the Assassin said to her and Taryn began to walk back the way she came. The Assassin followed, but not before the Cleric grabbed her arm.
"What!?!" she demanded.
"What are you doing?" he said, still holding on to her arm.
"I'm going to see what I did wrong and I'm going to see how much I did get out of him," she said and untwisted her arm from his grasp and followed Taryn.
He mumbled to himself about her rashness but he followed her.
Taryn led them to the room that Owen and she were given to share. Ronin was on the bed, unconscious with Owen at the head of Ronin's bed placing a damp rag on his head. The Assassin stepped past Taryn and shooed Owen away. She knelt down by Ronin's head and whispered to him. It was inaudible to all, but she kept her eyes on the Cleric the whole time.
Ronin's eyes fluttered open lethargically. He groaned and tried to get up but the Assassin pushed him gently back down with one hand. She stood and looked at him, crossing her arms with a slight smile on her face.
The Cleric, Taryn and Owen looked at her quizzically. Only making her smile broader.
"I did it, that I did. He's free," she said simply.
"Free? Free of what?" Owen demanded.
"The Dragon of course," she said leaning against a wall.
"Would someone fill me in on what is going on?!? Where's Griff and Blade?" he asked.
Everyone's eyes left Ronin and they looked at someone else. The Assassin looked at the Cleric and he stepped forward.
"Do you remember any of the past two or three days?" he asked.
"The last thing I remember was letting her out of my mind," Ronin said pointing at the Assassin, "and that's it. I don't remember anything else real clearly. I remember some of the fight but that's seriously it. Why?" he asked somewhat meekly.
The Cleric sighed.
"The Dragon did a lot of bad shit while you weren't in there. He killed a few people," the Assassin said for the Cleric.
Ronin's face fell. "Oh," he whispered. He sat up with a little grimace then looked at the blanket in his lap. "Who?" he whispered again.
"Griffin, Blade, Jean, Scott, Ororo and Bobby," the Assassin said solemnly.
"And I take it I leveled the mansion?" he asked covering his face with his hands.
"Oh, that wasn't you. That was the Cleric, he decided to play with nature," the Assassin said grinning at the Cleric.
"O so funny," he said back at her.
She winked quickly at him and turned back to Ronin.
"So how do you feel?" she asked him.
"How would you feel? Finding out that you killed your best friends and people who didn't deserve to die?!? O I am just grand!!!" he said sarcastically.
"Chill. You need to just rest-" she began but he continued on his rampage.
"How am I going to live with this? I hate that accursed spirit!! I want it to burn in hell for an eternity and forever! I cant-" he began but Taryn came over to him and hugged him. His ranting died down into soft sobs into Taryn's shoulder.
The Assassin turned and left them to console Ronin. She went out into the hall and sat against the wall. She drew her knees up and put her forehead on them. The Cleric stepped silently out in the hall after her.
"I know what we have to do. Well, what I have to do. I have to go into Xavier's mind and kill it that way. It's the only way this is going to end."
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That's it my friends. I'm spent. But, I am proud to say that this morning when I woke up, I could sit up without wanting to cry. Yay!
Have you hugged a swimmer yet? Seriously. I haven't gotten a hug at all! Shame on all of you!!! You make me want to weep inside.
O! Time to go looting. Hasta!