Ok. I finally got my lazy ass into writing. In the process of writing this
chapter I have 1) gotten a boyfriend 2) gotten the worst swim suit hickeys
ever 3) tried to find lyrics for a song that I can recite at school. And I
bit my tongue today! It smarts!
My birthdays Saturday!!! Wooo!!! Trick or treatin for canned food. Yes, that's right, I'm savin the world!!! Then I'm taking it over. *shrugs* I guess its how it goes....
This time you get to get a look in the dangerous mind of the lovely tigereyes. Scary huh? I know, I'm afraid too.
^.^ Enjoy!
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The Assassin settled herself against a dark corner. The Cleric was scowling at her, but she ignored him.
Situating her pants, she began to speak.
"If you can come up with any other way to do this, I'd love to hear it," she looked up at him.
He was racking his brain for some other way, but finding none, he scrunched up his forehead in frustration.
"See. Now I'll be fine. All you have to do is make sure nobody decides they don't like me anymore and comes to hack me to pieces. I'm not going to be "home" so to speak so you gotta guard me. Ok?"
She patted his leg reassuredly and looked up at him with a smile.
"You worry too much," she said leaning against a wall.
"And you not enough," he retorted, leaning against a wall.
She sniffed at him and closed her eyes.
'Just don't leave me..' she thought as her mind began to drift away.
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The spirit of the Assassin stood in front of her body and the Cleric.
She was clothed in a long silken black dress, the sleeves belling out once they passed her elbows. The hem of the dress went past her feet and the top was cut much lower than she would ever be caught wearing in the real world. But this wasn't the real world and she could be the girl she was so many centuries before. Her hair was in many little braids that cascaded wonderfully around her face. She went barefoot, as she used to, with an anklet with little bells on it to dangle and jingle as she walked. She carried no weapons, in this other world, such things were irrelevant and useless. She had tried to bring her sword into the other world but it was only a shimmering dark light that hung at her side, so she decided to dress as she used to.
The Cleric was still leaning against the wall, looking from her body to the hall every so often. Concern was evident on his face as he rested his hand casually on the hilt of the Avenger. She walked over to him and stood about three inches from his face. He wasn't aware of her presence and she just enjoyed the moment looking at his face, taking in his slightly worried ki. She smirked.
He was such a guy. Always acting like if she got a paper cut it was the end of the world but if he was close to death it was fine. She shook her head, tossing her braids about. She gave him a quick kiss to he cheek and strode off to where Xavier and the Dragon waited.
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The Cleric waited and watched. He strained to watch he ki slowly dim and finally go out. He silently wished that everything would go well, or at least as planned.
He felt a breeze in front of him. There was no source for the shift in the air, no vent for a draft to leak through. He watched patiently for a few moments. He didn't feel the breeze again so he relaxed again. He was about to sit down when he could have sworn he felt someone kiss his cheek. He looked around confused and felt that pesky breeze again. He was thoroughly confused.
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The Assassin walked calmly to Xavier's room, the feeling of a dark ki inside. Bracing herself mentally, she walked in.
The ki of the Dragon was still at the foot of Xavier's bed, if a little less.
With a mental sigh and a crack of non-tangible knuckles, she began to pull the Dragon's ki out of Xavier's body, one little strand at a time.
The strain on her was immense and sweat beaded up on her body down the hall and her muscles tensed and relaxed in the hall.
Pulling one little string at a time, she let them fall at the base of the bed and they writhed angrily at the base of the bed.
This was a harder task than she had anticipated. It was getting easier for some reason though, and she didn't want to know why.
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The Cleric had begun to hum to himself mentally when he heard, or perhaps felt, the Assassin tense and relax. She had begun to perspire a little and her forehead was crinkled in concentration.
He pulled out a cloth and wiped her sweaty face gingerly. Something was up in that pretty mind of hers, and he wished with all his being he was either in her place or with her. More often now he found himself wanting to be in her presence. He frowned. This wasn't going as it was supposed to.
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Sorry guys. I'm too wiped to write now. Check back this weekend. There'll be an extension of this by Sunday again. Remember? Backstroker's honor.
My birthdays Saturday!!! Wooo!!! Trick or treatin for canned food. Yes, that's right, I'm savin the world!!! Then I'm taking it over. *shrugs* I guess its how it goes....
This time you get to get a look in the dangerous mind of the lovely tigereyes. Scary huh? I know, I'm afraid too.
^.^ Enjoy!
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^%*^*^*^*^*^*^* ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
The Assassin settled herself against a dark corner. The Cleric was scowling at her, but she ignored him.
Situating her pants, she began to speak.
"If you can come up with any other way to do this, I'd love to hear it," she looked up at him.
He was racking his brain for some other way, but finding none, he scrunched up his forehead in frustration.
"See. Now I'll be fine. All you have to do is make sure nobody decides they don't like me anymore and comes to hack me to pieces. I'm not going to be "home" so to speak so you gotta guard me. Ok?"
She patted his leg reassuredly and looked up at him with a smile.
"You worry too much," she said leaning against a wall.
"And you not enough," he retorted, leaning against a wall.
She sniffed at him and closed her eyes.
'Just don't leave me..' she thought as her mind began to drift away.
^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^^#^#^#^#^#^#^
The spirit of the Assassin stood in front of her body and the Cleric.
She was clothed in a long silken black dress, the sleeves belling out once they passed her elbows. The hem of the dress went past her feet and the top was cut much lower than she would ever be caught wearing in the real world. But this wasn't the real world and she could be the girl she was so many centuries before. Her hair was in many little braids that cascaded wonderfully around her face. She went barefoot, as she used to, with an anklet with little bells on it to dangle and jingle as she walked. She carried no weapons, in this other world, such things were irrelevant and useless. She had tried to bring her sword into the other world but it was only a shimmering dark light that hung at her side, so she decided to dress as she used to.
The Cleric was still leaning against the wall, looking from her body to the hall every so often. Concern was evident on his face as he rested his hand casually on the hilt of the Avenger. She walked over to him and stood about three inches from his face. He wasn't aware of her presence and she just enjoyed the moment looking at his face, taking in his slightly worried ki. She smirked.
He was such a guy. Always acting like if she got a paper cut it was the end of the world but if he was close to death it was fine. She shook her head, tossing her braids about. She gave him a quick kiss to he cheek and strode off to where Xavier and the Dragon waited.
^*$&^(&(*#%)(&$#^*@Q#^)(&#@
The Cleric waited and watched. He strained to watch he ki slowly dim and finally go out. He silently wished that everything would go well, or at least as planned.
He felt a breeze in front of him. There was no source for the shift in the air, no vent for a draft to leak through. He watched patiently for a few moments. He didn't feel the breeze again so he relaxed again. He was about to sit down when he could have sworn he felt someone kiss his cheek. He looked around confused and felt that pesky breeze again. He was thoroughly confused.
*^&#@*()^(*&@!(*&^*!*(&$)(*@#(*&
The Assassin walked calmly to Xavier's room, the feeling of a dark ki inside. Bracing herself mentally, she walked in.
The ki of the Dragon was still at the foot of Xavier's bed, if a little less.
With a mental sigh and a crack of non-tangible knuckles, she began to pull the Dragon's ki out of Xavier's body, one little strand at a time.
The strain on her was immense and sweat beaded up on her body down the hall and her muscles tensed and relaxed in the hall.
Pulling one little string at a time, she let them fall at the base of the bed and they writhed angrily at the base of the bed.
This was a harder task than she had anticipated. It was getting easier for some reason though, and she didn't want to know why.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*******^*^*^*^
The Cleric had begun to hum to himself mentally when he heard, or perhaps felt, the Assassin tense and relax. She had begun to perspire a little and her forehead was crinkled in concentration.
He pulled out a cloth and wiped her sweaty face gingerly. Something was up in that pretty mind of hers, and he wished with all his being he was either in her place or with her. More often now he found himself wanting to be in her presence. He frowned. This wasn't going as it was supposed to.
^*^*^*^*#W*(^#*(@&^*OIDGU N@)*(&Y)*(&@!#)(^ B)(&@#!^)*(&_#
Sorry guys. I'm too wiped to write now. Check back this weekend. There'll be an extension of this by Sunday again. Remember? Backstroker's honor.