Is it written on the back of my swimsuit that my ass is open season? Today
I was standing on the starting blocks getting my goggles on before practice
when two hands were on it, squeeze, the a good push in! I gave the bastard
the double finger effect, cursing several times in the process and then
gave him the Five-Star from hell. MY ASS IS NOT OPEN SEASON!! LIMITED
ACCESS PEOPLE! THESE POLAR BEARS WILL EAT YOU ALIVE!!! PAWS OFF!
Ok, here goes. No reviews, Apocalypse isn't online to help me and Cael's been gone for some time so, you know, you're just going to have to deal!
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The Cleric didn't sleep as the Assassin had bid him to. He watched as she had slowly drifted off into her dreams. Her face was calm and innocent. She had a twinge of a smile on her face and she stirred slightly in her sleep.
He turned his attention from the girl at his side to the ceiling. It wasn't particularly interesting but he began to roll things around in his mind. How was it that he could see ki and she could build walls as he could? Was there more he could do?
A cocky smile crossed his face. He began to concentrate on a vase of dying flowers on a small table in the corner. He squinted his eyes at them, forcing himself to see their faint ki. The familiar glow surrounded them and he smiled. Focusing his mind on a daisy, he began to try to make it a rose. Sweat began to bead up on his forehead as the flower began to stiffen at the stalk. He sat up unconsciously and used every ounce of his concentration to make that daisy a rose.
But his concentration was not enough to change the flower and his experiment was beginning to go terribly wrong. The white petals of the flower began to wilt and turn to black. The black seemed to spread from that daisy to the ones around it. The blackness seemed to be on its own, taking over all of the flowers.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" the Assassin roared from behind him.
He spun around to see her with her eyes glowing yellow and her hands outstretched. She pressed her thumbs and forefingers together as if sealing a rip in a cloth. The blackness followed her fingers and winked out of sight as her fingers contacted each other.
She lowered her hands slowly and turned to the Cleric. He had decided that the blanket was very interesting to study, anything would be compared the glare she was issuing.
"What did you think you were doing? Do you have any idea what you made?" He stared at the blanket blankly. "A BLACK HOLE. You forced the ki to do things you are only to ask it to do. When it doesn't want to, it falls in on itself. You could have killed us all!"
She was fuming. Her ki was blinding him even though he had his eyes closed and looking at the ground. The golden yellow was a torrent of sparks and surges.
She saw him clamping his eyes closed and realized that her ki was way out of control. With a few calming breaths, she had her temper under control again.
"If you ask the entity to do what you wish," she said closing her eyes, "then you might just get what you want. But, it is entirely up to the entity. If you try to force it, as you did, the result is disastrous."
He looked closely at the dress she was wearing. It seemed alive. The threads were moving as little worms, changing from the evergreen color to black. A slit went up between her legs, closing itself around her legs. The bodice of the dress and the skirt separated and the sleeves disappeared and the torso shortened. The legs of the pants became tighter to her legs. After a moment, the movement ceased and the Assassin stood before him in her normal garb.
"Sorry about the dress, I just couldn't stand to walk around in it much longer. But I digress. I asked the fibers of the cloth to change and they did. You can force people to do stuff but you can't force ki. Doesn't work that way," she said simply.
He stared at her for a moment.
(Hold up again Hurricane's on!) *rocks out while singing* Sorry guys. I just get so wrapped up in my music. I can't help it. moving on.
She matched him stare for stare. That was until she broke down in a smile with him soon following suit.
"No more of that making it up as you go ok? Next time I might not be able to fix your blunders."
"Deal," he replied with a smile.
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Ah! It's been 3 days since I've written this and I totally lost my train of thought!! Sorry if it doesn't flow for a while. I've had troubles with my grades so you gotta be patient!! Jeez!
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They walked out of the room together, the Cleric opening the door for the Assassin. They walked at a slow pace to the hallway where the spirit of the Dragon was trapped. It was still in a semi-human form. The pigment was gone from it's form and the edges blurred and were hard for the eye to follow.
The Cleric checked for any holes that had been created in his wall while the Assassin studied what the spirit. She watched thoughtfully as the Dragon in her form writhed around in the enclosure.
"I don't look like that do I?" she asked without moving her eyes from the spirit.
"Huh? Oh. No, that's a spirit of incredible evil. You are most definitely not," the Cleric said walking around the wall once more.
She sighed. "Never mind."
He glanced sideways at her. She was watching the spirit silently with a sad look in her eyes. With a devious smile on his face, he walked over to her. He put his hands around her waist and turned her around. She was about to protest when he kissed her. It was a long kiss, full of emotions. She didn't resist him but didn't return his kiss. He pulled back and looked at her.
She stepped back a little, a slight rose blush on her cheeks. Faster than he could realize, she slapped him hard to the face then kissed him back.
He didn't protest until she stepped back. The blush that adorned her face had grown darker. The Cleric worked his jaw and touched his cheek gingerly.
"What did you do that for? Damn it, I think you knocked a few teeth loose," he asked her.
"Sorry, it was a reflex. Couldn't help it," she said smiling.
He rolled his eyes at her causing her smile to broaden.
"Though I could ask you the same. What did you do that for?" she asked in a mildly innocent tone.
He shrugged.
"I don't know. Felt like it. I- I don't know why I did it. Don't regret it though," he said thoughtfully.
"I see. I see," she said.
"I didn't mean to offend, I really didn't-" he began.
"Not offended. Trust me, not offended."
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Ok. I'm wiped. Another meet today. We won. Yay. Nothing really excited that I did. Crazy time in my 50 yard free I suppose. 27.31. Yep.
Reviews? Ok.
Shade: I'm just going to forget about those pictures. Ok? No need for the language! Man. Apocalypse got his name in there cause A: I had to say somethin to him and 2: he's my bf so you just hafta deal.
Queeny: gracias for the congrats! Luv ya. You are the magic worker! And keep the pillow on the down low ok? Oh! Livin long anyway and mission accomplished.
Griffin: Sorry about your cold. I hate when you can't breathe. Today they didn't shock the pool (dumping a crapload of chlorine in the pool to kill all the little germs in the water quickly) and I was coughing up a lung or two. Hard to swim that way. Remy not fixin your cold? I'm sorry. I'd give you a hug but youre on the other side of the ocean and I apparently give death hugs. I read your review and realized that I left this chapter half written. Thanks for the reminder!
I don't think there's anything else for me to say. Well, I wrote to the Linkin Park CD today. Evanescence was upstairs and I'm far too lazy to go up and get it and my friend had burned me a copy of his CD cause I lost the one that I bought so here we are again.
^.^
Review, not that I have to tell you to.
Ok, here goes. No reviews, Apocalypse isn't online to help me and Cael's been gone for some time so, you know, you're just going to have to deal!
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The Cleric didn't sleep as the Assassin had bid him to. He watched as she had slowly drifted off into her dreams. Her face was calm and innocent. She had a twinge of a smile on her face and she stirred slightly in her sleep.
He turned his attention from the girl at his side to the ceiling. It wasn't particularly interesting but he began to roll things around in his mind. How was it that he could see ki and she could build walls as he could? Was there more he could do?
A cocky smile crossed his face. He began to concentrate on a vase of dying flowers on a small table in the corner. He squinted his eyes at them, forcing himself to see their faint ki. The familiar glow surrounded them and he smiled. Focusing his mind on a daisy, he began to try to make it a rose. Sweat began to bead up on his forehead as the flower began to stiffen at the stalk. He sat up unconsciously and used every ounce of his concentration to make that daisy a rose.
But his concentration was not enough to change the flower and his experiment was beginning to go terribly wrong. The white petals of the flower began to wilt and turn to black. The black seemed to spread from that daisy to the ones around it. The blackness seemed to be on its own, taking over all of the flowers.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" the Assassin roared from behind him.
He spun around to see her with her eyes glowing yellow and her hands outstretched. She pressed her thumbs and forefingers together as if sealing a rip in a cloth. The blackness followed her fingers and winked out of sight as her fingers contacted each other.
She lowered her hands slowly and turned to the Cleric. He had decided that the blanket was very interesting to study, anything would be compared the glare she was issuing.
"What did you think you were doing? Do you have any idea what you made?" He stared at the blanket blankly. "A BLACK HOLE. You forced the ki to do things you are only to ask it to do. When it doesn't want to, it falls in on itself. You could have killed us all!"
She was fuming. Her ki was blinding him even though he had his eyes closed and looking at the ground. The golden yellow was a torrent of sparks and surges.
She saw him clamping his eyes closed and realized that her ki was way out of control. With a few calming breaths, she had her temper under control again.
"If you ask the entity to do what you wish," she said closing her eyes, "then you might just get what you want. But, it is entirely up to the entity. If you try to force it, as you did, the result is disastrous."
He looked closely at the dress she was wearing. It seemed alive. The threads were moving as little worms, changing from the evergreen color to black. A slit went up between her legs, closing itself around her legs. The bodice of the dress and the skirt separated and the sleeves disappeared and the torso shortened. The legs of the pants became tighter to her legs. After a moment, the movement ceased and the Assassin stood before him in her normal garb.
"Sorry about the dress, I just couldn't stand to walk around in it much longer. But I digress. I asked the fibers of the cloth to change and they did. You can force people to do stuff but you can't force ki. Doesn't work that way," she said simply.
He stared at her for a moment.
(Hold up again Hurricane's on!) *rocks out while singing* Sorry guys. I just get so wrapped up in my music. I can't help it. moving on.
She matched him stare for stare. That was until she broke down in a smile with him soon following suit.
"No more of that making it up as you go ok? Next time I might not be able to fix your blunders."
"Deal," he replied with a smile.
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Ah! It's been 3 days since I've written this and I totally lost my train of thought!! Sorry if it doesn't flow for a while. I've had troubles with my grades so you gotta be patient!! Jeez!
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They walked out of the room together, the Cleric opening the door for the Assassin. They walked at a slow pace to the hallway where the spirit of the Dragon was trapped. It was still in a semi-human form. The pigment was gone from it's form and the edges blurred and were hard for the eye to follow.
The Cleric checked for any holes that had been created in his wall while the Assassin studied what the spirit. She watched thoughtfully as the Dragon in her form writhed around in the enclosure.
"I don't look like that do I?" she asked without moving her eyes from the spirit.
"Huh? Oh. No, that's a spirit of incredible evil. You are most definitely not," the Cleric said walking around the wall once more.
She sighed. "Never mind."
He glanced sideways at her. She was watching the spirit silently with a sad look in her eyes. With a devious smile on his face, he walked over to her. He put his hands around her waist and turned her around. She was about to protest when he kissed her. It was a long kiss, full of emotions. She didn't resist him but didn't return his kiss. He pulled back and looked at her.
She stepped back a little, a slight rose blush on her cheeks. Faster than he could realize, she slapped him hard to the face then kissed him back.
He didn't protest until she stepped back. The blush that adorned her face had grown darker. The Cleric worked his jaw and touched his cheek gingerly.
"What did you do that for? Damn it, I think you knocked a few teeth loose," he asked her.
"Sorry, it was a reflex. Couldn't help it," she said smiling.
He rolled his eyes at her causing her smile to broaden.
"Though I could ask you the same. What did you do that for?" she asked in a mildly innocent tone.
He shrugged.
"I don't know. Felt like it. I- I don't know why I did it. Don't regret it though," he said thoughtfully.
"I see. I see," she said.
"I didn't mean to offend, I really didn't-" he began.
"Not offended. Trust me, not offended."
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Ok. I'm wiped. Another meet today. We won. Yay. Nothing really excited that I did. Crazy time in my 50 yard free I suppose. 27.31. Yep.
Reviews? Ok.
Shade: I'm just going to forget about those pictures. Ok? No need for the language! Man. Apocalypse got his name in there cause A: I had to say somethin to him and 2: he's my bf so you just hafta deal.
Queeny: gracias for the congrats! Luv ya. You are the magic worker! And keep the pillow on the down low ok? Oh! Livin long anyway and mission accomplished.
Griffin: Sorry about your cold. I hate when you can't breathe. Today they didn't shock the pool (dumping a crapload of chlorine in the pool to kill all the little germs in the water quickly) and I was coughing up a lung or two. Hard to swim that way. Remy not fixin your cold? I'm sorry. I'd give you a hug but youre on the other side of the ocean and I apparently give death hugs. I read your review and realized that I left this chapter half written. Thanks for the reminder!
I don't think there's anything else for me to say. Well, I wrote to the Linkin Park CD today. Evanescence was upstairs and I'm far too lazy to go up and get it and my friend had burned me a copy of his CD cause I lost the one that I bought so here we are again.
^.^
Review, not that I have to tell you to.