I am the Queen of Bizarre Injuries you guys. Believe it or not, I pulled a
muscle in my shoulder playing badminton!!! I can't swim now cause of the
cursed thing and its on my left arm and that's my dominant one and I keep
trying to lift my arm and go to the verge of tears from the shooting pain.
Yes, I am a total idiot.
*sweatdrops*
Ok well at least I know somebody loves me.
Moving on then.
You want another Chapter?!? Well aren't we the demanding ones? Hmmm, perhaps I should just go off with said boyfriend and not write (I'm positive he wouldn't mind)..
Hah!
Only kidding.
Here ya go.
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Taryn shared a small cot with Ronin as he slept. She turned to face him, his arm draped across her waist. His face was serene and had a new youthfulness that he didn't possess when he was, well, possessed. His scruffy brown hair was longer and had the just-out-of-bed look (well he is still in bed but you know what I mean).
She sighed contentedly. This was what she wanted with him all along, not world domination or destroying things, just him. Snuggling closer, she too closed her eyes and drifted off into a blissful sleep.
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The Cleric sat in the abandoned room, summoning things to him to aid him in bringing back his companion. Deep black onyx stones and topaz gems appeared before him alongside large branches of oak and cherry trees that were still living from the magic he was using.
They seemed to be shimmering with a yellow haze and seemed almost liquid. They began to drift toward one another, rolling along the metallic floor as if beads of water on a car's hood (of course it would be with a car for me ^.^), slowly merging and forming a puddle, ironically forming the shape of a human. Skin crept across the form, encasing it in the form of a girl, close to 16 in age. The topaz stones drifted to the top of the form, then slipped under the skin that was forming. Dark brown hair began to fan out behind her head and the lithe form that was the Assassin came into being.
Naked as the new day, he summoned clothes for his longtime friend. It was the dress that she used to wear when they were young, the same dress she wore to the party they spent a lot of time together at. Dark green silk with silver trim that framed her form perfectly. The sleeves were long and covered her hands and, as always, she went barefoot with the anklet that had little gems dangling from it.
She appeared to be sleeping; though there was not spirit to inhabit the body.
With a sigh, he cracked his neck and knuckles. The glow that was surrounding the objects that made up the Assassin's new body enveloped him. The yellow pulsing calmly and with the rhythm of his heart. He reached out into the abyss where spirits of the dead went, searching for her ki. It was not difficult to find, since he had spent more than 1500 years with her. He began to pull her spirit into him, similar to the way that the Assassin pulled the Dragon's spirit out of Xavier.
It went somewhat reluctantly into him, but it came in nonetheless. He could feel her raging around inside of him. She was mad and scared. Her spirit was pulsing against his being, demanding to be let out, and yet relishing in being this close to him.
The Cleric was weakening quickly. Realizing that he only had a while longer of consciousness, he quickly began to build the bridge that would connect her spirit to the newly formed body. It was visible, a strong yellow light, pulsing with the speed of his heartbeat. It grew brighter and dimmer as a beat went by, the body growing a brighter yellow with each pulse. The yellow aura that surrounded him was beginning to fade and the one around the Assassin was growing brighter, becoming the raging golden yellow that her ki was.
It was not long before the last of her ki was expelled from his body and placed into her body. The golden yellow sank into her skin and he watched breathlessly, wishing that he had done the process right. He watched her chest as it began to rise and fall. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up stiffly.
She looked down at her dress, smiling to herself at the choice of clothes. She turned to the Cleric. He was quickly loosing consciousness but before he could collapse, she smiled at him and grabbed his hand.
The last thing he heard before the world went black was "My dress. You remembered my dress. You sweet-" and he was gone.
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The Cleric lay in one of the only remaining beds left in the basement. The power had failed soon after he had blacked out and a dozen or so candles lit his room. They cast dancing shadows on the walls, hiding the Assassin who sat in the corner. She hadn't left the room since a few of the older students carried him in there.
The Dragon's spirit was still captured in the wall that he constructed and no one could penetrate it, so the evil spirit remained trapped.
The Assassin rose from her chair, her dress falling gracefully around her as she walked over to him. She sat on the edge of the bed, parallel to his chest. She sat contentedly for a moment watching it rise and fall slowly. His face was serene as he slept, his ki relaxed. She straightened the blanket that was covering him and rested her hand on his chest.
She was having a hard time comprehending what he had done. He used way more magic than he should have after so many difficult things the night before and reincarnated her. It was a big thing to wrap your head around and she was moved because of it. Even though it was him who killed her, she knew he didn't do it intentionally, he brought her back, good as new. Well, with slight variations. Her eyes now had more amber in them making the hazel colors swirl expressively. Her tattoo was gone, but that was easy to fix. She also swore that she was shorter. Not by much, but enough to notice that she had lost an inch or two.
Her katana rested against the wall for once. That wasn't to say she was unarmed but she was much less so than normal. She lifted her hand from his chest as a few strands of hair slipped from behind her ear. She pulled them back behind it, nails scraping her piercings. That was one thing that remained constant. She still had all of her earrings. All studs of either diamonds or emeralds, she loved the little gems.
Yawning, she pulled her feet up on the bed and rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She half-slept, conscious to her surroundings, but at the same time, regaining energy and having little dreams of the life she used to have and the life she had yet to live.
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*time out!!! Hands down's on so hold on while I sing/rock out*
*rocks out*
*finishes with finesse*
you all should go out and buy "A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar" by Dashboard Confessional!!! It kicks serious beings!
Anyway. moving on..
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Ronin winced as Taryn wrapped his shoulder in gauze. They had spent the night asleep on that tiny cot and Ronin's shoulder injuries had reopened. Ronin set his jaw as not to yelp as she moved his shoulder to get the ointment to set in that she had previously rubbed on the wound.
Taryn felt his muscles tense and she heard his jaw crack. She gently checked the knot of the gauze before rising. "All set," she said with a smile. Ronin was about to speak when the door to the room they were occupying was thrown open, making the candles flicker angrily. Ronin's eyes widened and Taryn turned to see what he was looking at.
Logan stood in the doorway, swaying somewhat unsuredly. His eyes were dark and full of pure and undiluted hatred. The man was pissed and his gaze never left the boy who came close to killing him, the immortal mortal.
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Ok that's all you get. Cael left a note. He ran away. He's gone in search of "an author who won't sick her tiger on me," *Tobias the tiger licks chops and looks away innocently* "and isn't obsessed with Ramen noodles and her boyfriend!!!" *Tigereyes rolls eyes while enjoying some Ramen*. The damn muse is gone.
So I'm in the market for a new muse. Got one for sale? I'll pay nicely..
Review time!!!
Wildcraze: Your scary movie got a name? When I was first reading your review, I thought you were talking about the Scary Movies and instantly "Let's say this is your wife.. She broke her wiener?.. No, say this taco is your wife. I don't understand your scientific terms, well let's say this is her bottom half. Do you think I can get some time in with it." immediately ran through my mind. That's so mean, wanting her to be all mangled!!! Besides, the Cleric would fix her. *points to Cleric lounging in couch and he give thumbs up* See? I too knew that about Logan. He was in love with Yuriko. Didja know that? Yeah, at least that's how it is on the oldie X-Men cartoons that are on when I get home from practice on Saturdays. Well, I'm going to have Ronin and Logan fight it out I think and it's between you and Griffin to figure out who comes out on top and alive. Ok, that's enough for you. NEXT!
Griffin: No problem for Remy. You're right about the charm, I think it's the eyes. Red on black just makes me all warm and fuzzy.. ^.^ Assassin's not dead. She's one of my faves. She won't die. Well, she won't die for good at least. Man, this has turned into a lovey fic right under my nose! I swore that I would never ever write one and here I am, writing a lovey dovie ficcie!!! My God above! Well I seem to have problems with breaking my "I'll never." things. I said I'd never get a poodle and low and behold I love my Standard Poodle whom we adopted. I said I'd never go out with a football player the summer before my freshman year and my first boyfriend of high school was a football player (though he was a scum bag whom I went out with for like the two weeks of Christmas break and wow he did nothing! I think he's gay.) NOW I'm writin a romance fic.
*falls over in disgrace* I am sick with my weakness! Well, it really isn't a weakness, I'd never say my weakness for all of you to read, along with those guys in the white coats who keep tryin to get me to go back to those padded rooms again. *glances around warily*
O almost forgot! Shade: no I will not bring him to my gandma's house!! I haven't even told her I got a car yet. For her, she still thinks I don't cuss, I haven't ever had a boyfriend, and I haven't pierced my ears again. So he stays here. You also can't have him so there. Mine. I thought what happened at camp, STAYED at CAMP!!! Damn, must you always do this? How'd you get that camera back anyway? I thought it ended up in the pool during practice? I was positive it took a plunge when we were doin the test sets. hmmm. burn those pictures!!!
*sweatdrops*
Ok well at least I know somebody loves me.
Moving on then.
You want another Chapter?!? Well aren't we the demanding ones? Hmmm, perhaps I should just go off with said boyfriend and not write (I'm positive he wouldn't mind)..
Hah!
Only kidding.
Here ya go.
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Taryn shared a small cot with Ronin as he slept. She turned to face him, his arm draped across her waist. His face was serene and had a new youthfulness that he didn't possess when he was, well, possessed. His scruffy brown hair was longer and had the just-out-of-bed look (well he is still in bed but you know what I mean).
She sighed contentedly. This was what she wanted with him all along, not world domination or destroying things, just him. Snuggling closer, she too closed her eyes and drifted off into a blissful sleep.
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The Cleric sat in the abandoned room, summoning things to him to aid him in bringing back his companion. Deep black onyx stones and topaz gems appeared before him alongside large branches of oak and cherry trees that were still living from the magic he was using.
They seemed to be shimmering with a yellow haze and seemed almost liquid. They began to drift toward one another, rolling along the metallic floor as if beads of water on a car's hood (of course it would be with a car for me ^.^), slowly merging and forming a puddle, ironically forming the shape of a human. Skin crept across the form, encasing it in the form of a girl, close to 16 in age. The topaz stones drifted to the top of the form, then slipped under the skin that was forming. Dark brown hair began to fan out behind her head and the lithe form that was the Assassin came into being.
Naked as the new day, he summoned clothes for his longtime friend. It was the dress that she used to wear when they were young, the same dress she wore to the party they spent a lot of time together at. Dark green silk with silver trim that framed her form perfectly. The sleeves were long and covered her hands and, as always, she went barefoot with the anklet that had little gems dangling from it.
She appeared to be sleeping; though there was not spirit to inhabit the body.
With a sigh, he cracked his neck and knuckles. The glow that was surrounding the objects that made up the Assassin's new body enveloped him. The yellow pulsing calmly and with the rhythm of his heart. He reached out into the abyss where spirits of the dead went, searching for her ki. It was not difficult to find, since he had spent more than 1500 years with her. He began to pull her spirit into him, similar to the way that the Assassin pulled the Dragon's spirit out of Xavier.
It went somewhat reluctantly into him, but it came in nonetheless. He could feel her raging around inside of him. She was mad and scared. Her spirit was pulsing against his being, demanding to be let out, and yet relishing in being this close to him.
The Cleric was weakening quickly. Realizing that he only had a while longer of consciousness, he quickly began to build the bridge that would connect her spirit to the newly formed body. It was visible, a strong yellow light, pulsing with the speed of his heartbeat. It grew brighter and dimmer as a beat went by, the body growing a brighter yellow with each pulse. The yellow aura that surrounded him was beginning to fade and the one around the Assassin was growing brighter, becoming the raging golden yellow that her ki was.
It was not long before the last of her ki was expelled from his body and placed into her body. The golden yellow sank into her skin and he watched breathlessly, wishing that he had done the process right. He watched her chest as it began to rise and fall. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up stiffly.
She looked down at her dress, smiling to herself at the choice of clothes. She turned to the Cleric. He was quickly loosing consciousness but before he could collapse, she smiled at him and grabbed his hand.
The last thing he heard before the world went black was "My dress. You remembered my dress. You sweet-" and he was gone.
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The Cleric lay in one of the only remaining beds left in the basement. The power had failed soon after he had blacked out and a dozen or so candles lit his room. They cast dancing shadows on the walls, hiding the Assassin who sat in the corner. She hadn't left the room since a few of the older students carried him in there.
The Dragon's spirit was still captured in the wall that he constructed and no one could penetrate it, so the evil spirit remained trapped.
The Assassin rose from her chair, her dress falling gracefully around her as she walked over to him. She sat on the edge of the bed, parallel to his chest. She sat contentedly for a moment watching it rise and fall slowly. His face was serene as he slept, his ki relaxed. She straightened the blanket that was covering him and rested her hand on his chest.
She was having a hard time comprehending what he had done. He used way more magic than he should have after so many difficult things the night before and reincarnated her. It was a big thing to wrap your head around and she was moved because of it. Even though it was him who killed her, she knew he didn't do it intentionally, he brought her back, good as new. Well, with slight variations. Her eyes now had more amber in them making the hazel colors swirl expressively. Her tattoo was gone, but that was easy to fix. She also swore that she was shorter. Not by much, but enough to notice that she had lost an inch or two.
Her katana rested against the wall for once. That wasn't to say she was unarmed but she was much less so than normal. She lifted her hand from his chest as a few strands of hair slipped from behind her ear. She pulled them back behind it, nails scraping her piercings. That was one thing that remained constant. She still had all of her earrings. All studs of either diamonds or emeralds, she loved the little gems.
Yawning, she pulled her feet up on the bed and rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She half-slept, conscious to her surroundings, but at the same time, regaining energy and having little dreams of the life she used to have and the life she had yet to live.
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*time out!!! Hands down's on so hold on while I sing/rock out*
*rocks out*
*finishes with finesse*
you all should go out and buy "A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar" by Dashboard Confessional!!! It kicks serious beings!
Anyway. moving on..
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Ronin winced as Taryn wrapped his shoulder in gauze. They had spent the night asleep on that tiny cot and Ronin's shoulder injuries had reopened. Ronin set his jaw as not to yelp as she moved his shoulder to get the ointment to set in that she had previously rubbed on the wound.
Taryn felt his muscles tense and she heard his jaw crack. She gently checked the knot of the gauze before rising. "All set," she said with a smile. Ronin was about to speak when the door to the room they were occupying was thrown open, making the candles flicker angrily. Ronin's eyes widened and Taryn turned to see what he was looking at.
Logan stood in the doorway, swaying somewhat unsuredly. His eyes were dark and full of pure and undiluted hatred. The man was pissed and his gaze never left the boy who came close to killing him, the immortal mortal.
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Ok that's all you get. Cael left a note. He ran away. He's gone in search of "an author who won't sick her tiger on me," *Tobias the tiger licks chops and looks away innocently* "and isn't obsessed with Ramen noodles and her boyfriend!!!" *Tigereyes rolls eyes while enjoying some Ramen*. The damn muse is gone.
So I'm in the market for a new muse. Got one for sale? I'll pay nicely..
Review time!!!
Wildcraze: Your scary movie got a name? When I was first reading your review, I thought you were talking about the Scary Movies and instantly "Let's say this is your wife.. She broke her wiener?.. No, say this taco is your wife. I don't understand your scientific terms, well let's say this is her bottom half. Do you think I can get some time in with it." immediately ran through my mind. That's so mean, wanting her to be all mangled!!! Besides, the Cleric would fix her. *points to Cleric lounging in couch and he give thumbs up* See? I too knew that about Logan. He was in love with Yuriko. Didja know that? Yeah, at least that's how it is on the oldie X-Men cartoons that are on when I get home from practice on Saturdays. Well, I'm going to have Ronin and Logan fight it out I think and it's between you and Griffin to figure out who comes out on top and alive. Ok, that's enough for you. NEXT!
Griffin: No problem for Remy. You're right about the charm, I think it's the eyes. Red on black just makes me all warm and fuzzy.. ^.^ Assassin's not dead. She's one of my faves. She won't die. Well, she won't die for good at least. Man, this has turned into a lovey fic right under my nose! I swore that I would never ever write one and here I am, writing a lovey dovie ficcie!!! My God above! Well I seem to have problems with breaking my "I'll never." things. I said I'd never get a poodle and low and behold I love my Standard Poodle whom we adopted. I said I'd never go out with a football player the summer before my freshman year and my first boyfriend of high school was a football player (though he was a scum bag whom I went out with for like the two weeks of Christmas break and wow he did nothing! I think he's gay.) NOW I'm writin a romance fic.
*falls over in disgrace* I am sick with my weakness! Well, it really isn't a weakness, I'd never say my weakness for all of you to read, along with those guys in the white coats who keep tryin to get me to go back to those padded rooms again. *glances around warily*
O almost forgot! Shade: no I will not bring him to my gandma's house!! I haven't even told her I got a car yet. For her, she still thinks I don't cuss, I haven't ever had a boyfriend, and I haven't pierced my ears again. So he stays here. You also can't have him so there. Mine. I thought what happened at camp, STAYED at CAMP!!! Damn, must you always do this? How'd you get that camera back anyway? I thought it ended up in the pool during practice? I was positive it took a plunge when we were doin the test sets. hmmm. burn those pictures!!!