New Years. Yeah, it sucked for me. I went to a party where none of my
friends went! Well I take that back, there were two of my friends that were
there that I have known since I was a wee lass but I mean I can't have the
fun I would normally with my closest girlfriends and they're just guys so
all I got to do was play James Bond and spin around shooting. God, I suck
at that game. The first of Jan. was fun though. Watched my Boilermakers do
a killer game. Didn't win, but pushed back the Rose Bowl. So funny.
Griffin: I'm not much of a fan of Hugh Jackman's look in the X-Men movies. I dunno. Stick with Orlando then and we can share him. Yes? I could ship him to England for ya and it'd be a good time! None of the cornucopia or whatever it was called stuff here but good old water and chlorine fixed me. Save for the cats at my boyfriend's house, not cool when I'm so allersneezic that I thought I was going to die when I got home. Oh well. Not much I can do neh?
So guys here goes. I don't have a clue what I'm going to write but I'm bored, lonely and not to mention that finals are comin up and my dad's becoming a Nazi on me studying and spending less time on the computadora. See? My Spanish final's in the bag.. Sorta..
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Logan led Ronin though the more damaged hallways of the lower level of the mansion. Stepping carefully over a sparking cable, Ronin followed Logan diligently. They came to the door and Logan wedged it open with a bar that was on the floor. The doors groaned and ground on the floor as they slid open. Logan walked out, Ronin in tow, and revealed to Ronin with a smile what he had been working on.
All the debris was cleared and two walls were standing of the original foyer. The hardwood floor was scorched and scratched but Logan had found a less beaten rug to cover most of the floor. Pieces of cracked glass filled windowpanes and another wall was in the process of being rebuilt. Ronin gaped at all the work done. He didn't realize that his jaw had dropped and hadn't stopped a small circle gawking at the work that Logan had done.
"Shit Logan. This is amazing. How long have you been working on this?" Ronin said finally realizing that he was attempting to catch flies with his mouth open like that.
"Couple days. I had to do something. I can't just sit around," Logan said in his normal gruff tone.
"Let me help you. It's the least I can do for these people. I mean, look what I caused-" Ronin began.
"This wasn't your fault kid. That Cleric did it. He destroyed the mansion, not you. Don't ever think that this is your fault. It was the girl and him," Logan said with a growl.
Ronin shook his head but said nothing.
Logan finished grumbling to himself and returned his attentions to Ronin. "So you wanna help?" Ronin nodded furiously. "Ok, grab those two by fours, we have work to do and little light left."
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The Assassin sat cross-legged on a small wheelie cabinet that held medical supplies above Sulmar. He had long since blacked out and she waited patiently to interrogate him. Her elbows rested on her knees and her hands were on her face. She traced her new scar with her index finger while humming to herself.
She had sent the Cleric off to sleep about an hour and a half ago. He looked like he would fall asleep standing where he was in the middle of his protests that he wasn't tired. She kicked him out when he had begun to snore. She was beginning to regret it though. It was very lonely sitting above an unconscious enemy and when you fight fair (normally) you can't beat the snot out of him.
So she waited.
She hadn't gotten any more information out of him since finding out that he didn't know who sent him and why he was alive again. It was about then that he passed out.
The Assassin winced at her memories of Sulmar. She had been a lady as he continued to call her. She was the daughter of a wealthy lord of the land who controlled many farms and lesser lords' estates. Sulmar was a mage's son when she was little and her constant playmate. They grew up together and he was sure that she would marry him in the end. But when she had fallen for Perrin, he was stricken with jealousy. He was the one who set the band of "robbers", who were actually a team of assassins that worked for his father, to kill her fiancé.
She found out it was him who had ordered it and she wasn't going to let some stupid guards find him and only put him in jail. No, she wanted to watch him die. So she did. She poisoned his food and watched him die a very painful death. Contented with her actions, she learned more of the assassin's trade, giving up her life as a high lady of the land.
She never regretted a day of her past. Killing Sulmar was what triggered her becoming an assassin, meeting Dacius, and eventually, leading her to where she was today. No, she had no remorse for killing him.
But what she didn't understand was how he was alive. It wasn't possible, she saw him buried and watched the moss cover his tomb over the years.
She hated not comprehending things fully; it frustrated her to no end. That's how it normally came down to violence in the end.
The door slid open at the end of the hall and the Cleric strode in. She smiled slightly at him then resumed watching Sulmar with an icy stare.
"I'm sure that if that would kill him, he would already be dead. Glaring at him isn't getting you anywhere," he said as he stood next to her.
"But I already did," she muttered to herself barely audibly.
The Cleric heard her statement and looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you mean," he asked gently.
She looked up at him surprised. "What? Well, I suppose that I could tell you. I mean what's going to happen? My family disowns me and I get put out on the street? Oh wait, they're all dead. As he should be. I killed him when I was. seventeen? Eighteen? I dunno. He was my first kill ever and I saw him buried. I don't understand how he's alive now. There's no logical reason," she trailed off.
"There might be," the Cleric said in a tone that almost indicated he was only speaking his thoughts.
The Assassin looked at him expectantly.
"A necromancer could bring someone to life (hey I'm listening to that song now!) who's been dead for a while I think. Bad stuff though, dealing with necromancers," he said coming out of his train of thought.
"How do you know this? I mean I don't ever coming across a necromancer in my long life and I've known you for a good deal of it so how-"
"I don't want to talk about it, ok?" he said slightly colder than he was intending to say it.
The Assassin said no more but watched the Cleric out of the corner of her eye. He sighed.
"Watch him, I think I am going to go for a walk or something," she said hopping down from her perch and walking out leaving the Cleric behind her.
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The Assassin walked out quickly and decided that, for once, she didn't want to beat the living shit out of something. What she really wanted was a shower. She pulled the first student she came across over and asked where the showers were. The kid just laughed and said that the shower was down the hall and good luck with warm water.
She shook her head and followed the hallway to a small bathroom with a sink, toilet and a bathtub/shower. She turned on the water and locked the door then set a ward for good measure. She began to understand the student when she felt the water. It was ice. She was surprised that little hunks of ice didn't just fall out of the faucet. She sighed and began to rework the water so it was warm. Within minutes, the water was steaming and the pressure high.
The steam quickly clouded the one mirror in the room and she began to inhale the moist air of her semi-sauna. She bit her cheek as she stepped in the water, scalding at first but she grew used to it. She couldn't remember the last time that she had a good, long, hot shower and she just let the water pound her shoulders and neck. She found a shampoo bottle on a little rack that hung from the showerhead. There was only a little in the bottle. She spent a good deal of time shaking the bottle and cursing the students for just leaving a bottle for everyone else. She got enough to massage into her long hair and washed it thoroughly.
Someone was banging on the door for her to hurry up but she ignored them. She was far to relaxed to deal with some high-strung kid.
When the last of the shampoo was washed out of her hair and the soap was gone she turned off the water somewhat regretfully.
The students were yelling now, but they clearly had no idea who was really in there. They were yelling at some girl named Sarah and it was funny to listen to their complaints. The Assassin listened to them as she used the ki of the clothes to change them into a long skirt and a long sleeved shirt. She donned them and began to braid her hair in little intricate braids. When her hair was dry and she was fully dressed, she put on her best glare and opened the door.
All the little students began to mutter about places they needed to be and walked or sprinted away. She smiled inwardly as she strode down the hall. 'It's so much fun doing that. Look at them run, they look like scared gerbils or something.' She turned into another hall and looked at the floating container that the Cleric had built for the spirit of the Dragon. She slowed her pace and walked warily toward it.
'You,' she heard its voice faintly in her mind.
'Yeah, me. Congratulations, you can identify people,' she thought back icily.
'Free me and I will bring you control over the world. I could bring you wealth, power, and your choice in husbands,' it said in a honeyed voice.
'First off, I could have the world if I chose, but I don't want it. Second, wealth and power don't bring you happiness, I would know, I had it to start with. And lastly, I already have my choice in husbands. I think I need to talk to the Cleric about banishing you somewhere. Somewhere very, very wet. Yes?' she thought with a sneer and stalked into a shadow.
She came out behind the Cleric. He had taken her perch on the medicine cabinet and was running a cloth along the Avenger.
"Good shower?" he asked without turning around.
"How'd you know?" she asked while gesturing for him to move over so she could join him on the cabinet.
"Could smell the shampoo. That and there was a whole bunch of students yelling at this one kid for yelling at "the Assassin of all people". It was kind of funny in its own way," he said replacing the cloth in his pocket.
"We have to talk about the Dragon. It's still just floating in the hall," she said looking at the floor.
"And? It is still in there right?" he asked replacing the Avenger in its sheath and resting it against the wall.
"Its in there, but, Dacius it spoke to me. It was trying to convince me to let it out so it could give me the world. What if I'm not the only one it has spoken to? I mean what if it convinces somebody into getting it out?" she said, the words spilling out of her.
"Well, this isn't good. Not good at all," he said quietly.
"No. We have to take it somewhere where it won't ever bother anyone again. And I think I know what to do," she said getting the firm determination back in her. "One of the darkest places where I can easily check on it, set wards, oh I could have so much fun making this!" she said excitedly.
"Well where?!? Spit it out and quit babbling!" he said warily.
"Marinas Trench," she said crossing her arms in front of her.
The Cleric coughed. "What?!? How are you intending to do anything down there!?! It's what, 7 miles deep? How do you intend to not be crushed to beyond a bloody pulp from the pressure? I mean come on, let's be realistic! Can't we just-"
"ENOUGH!" she yelled over his protestations.
He scowled at her and she scowled back. "I can do it," she grumbled, "with or without your help. I would rather have your help but I am a big girl," she said with a scowl. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have plans to, well, plan," and she hopped off the cabinet and walked out.
The Cleric sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"She is quite a handful isn't she?" Sulmar asked in a raspy voice from the floor.
The Cleric lowered his hand and looked down at Sulmar.
"I will not promise that you will live through this, especially if she sees you alive, but if you cooperate I promise to kill you quickly," the Cleric said in a low and menacing tone.
Sulmar sighed. "I suppose it's better than what she'd do to me, fine then. I will answer to the best of my ability. What do you want to know?"
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Hey guys, Back again. Hell week is done. Yay! My coach thought she'd be funny and tell us that since we did such a good job that we could have the rest of break off. Too bad it's only today and tomorrow. So I have a lot of partying to do and very little time.
I have been adopted as two different seniors' (who don't know each other) little sister. For some reason, they think that I need to have an older sibling. One said that I was his little sister cause he doesn't have one so I am adopted. The other said its cause I'm not scared of him. Hmm. Yay. Two more brothers to add the ones I have now. Why can't I have any sisters?
Oh man, I gotta run. I'm having my strokes looked at by my old coach whom I love cause she's awesome in like a half hour and I need to go and dry my suit and eat lunch and get gas and pick up my new contacts.. So much to do, so little time.
Review por favor, please? I shall sick my wraiths on you. That's right. I got the ring of power and I know how to use it. Who said that the witch king was dead? Not I.
Griffin: I'm not much of a fan of Hugh Jackman's look in the X-Men movies. I dunno. Stick with Orlando then and we can share him. Yes? I could ship him to England for ya and it'd be a good time! None of the cornucopia or whatever it was called stuff here but good old water and chlorine fixed me. Save for the cats at my boyfriend's house, not cool when I'm so allersneezic that I thought I was going to die when I got home. Oh well. Not much I can do neh?
So guys here goes. I don't have a clue what I'm going to write but I'm bored, lonely and not to mention that finals are comin up and my dad's becoming a Nazi on me studying and spending less time on the computadora. See? My Spanish final's in the bag.. Sorta..
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Logan led Ronin though the more damaged hallways of the lower level of the mansion. Stepping carefully over a sparking cable, Ronin followed Logan diligently. They came to the door and Logan wedged it open with a bar that was on the floor. The doors groaned and ground on the floor as they slid open. Logan walked out, Ronin in tow, and revealed to Ronin with a smile what he had been working on.
All the debris was cleared and two walls were standing of the original foyer. The hardwood floor was scorched and scratched but Logan had found a less beaten rug to cover most of the floor. Pieces of cracked glass filled windowpanes and another wall was in the process of being rebuilt. Ronin gaped at all the work done. He didn't realize that his jaw had dropped and hadn't stopped a small circle gawking at the work that Logan had done.
"Shit Logan. This is amazing. How long have you been working on this?" Ronin said finally realizing that he was attempting to catch flies with his mouth open like that.
"Couple days. I had to do something. I can't just sit around," Logan said in his normal gruff tone.
"Let me help you. It's the least I can do for these people. I mean, look what I caused-" Ronin began.
"This wasn't your fault kid. That Cleric did it. He destroyed the mansion, not you. Don't ever think that this is your fault. It was the girl and him," Logan said with a growl.
Ronin shook his head but said nothing.
Logan finished grumbling to himself and returned his attentions to Ronin. "So you wanna help?" Ronin nodded furiously. "Ok, grab those two by fours, we have work to do and little light left."
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The Assassin sat cross-legged on a small wheelie cabinet that held medical supplies above Sulmar. He had long since blacked out and she waited patiently to interrogate him. Her elbows rested on her knees and her hands were on her face. She traced her new scar with her index finger while humming to herself.
She had sent the Cleric off to sleep about an hour and a half ago. He looked like he would fall asleep standing where he was in the middle of his protests that he wasn't tired. She kicked him out when he had begun to snore. She was beginning to regret it though. It was very lonely sitting above an unconscious enemy and when you fight fair (normally) you can't beat the snot out of him.
So she waited.
She hadn't gotten any more information out of him since finding out that he didn't know who sent him and why he was alive again. It was about then that he passed out.
The Assassin winced at her memories of Sulmar. She had been a lady as he continued to call her. She was the daughter of a wealthy lord of the land who controlled many farms and lesser lords' estates. Sulmar was a mage's son when she was little and her constant playmate. They grew up together and he was sure that she would marry him in the end. But when she had fallen for Perrin, he was stricken with jealousy. He was the one who set the band of "robbers", who were actually a team of assassins that worked for his father, to kill her fiancé.
She found out it was him who had ordered it and she wasn't going to let some stupid guards find him and only put him in jail. No, she wanted to watch him die. So she did. She poisoned his food and watched him die a very painful death. Contented with her actions, she learned more of the assassin's trade, giving up her life as a high lady of the land.
She never regretted a day of her past. Killing Sulmar was what triggered her becoming an assassin, meeting Dacius, and eventually, leading her to where she was today. No, she had no remorse for killing him.
But what she didn't understand was how he was alive. It wasn't possible, she saw him buried and watched the moss cover his tomb over the years.
She hated not comprehending things fully; it frustrated her to no end. That's how it normally came down to violence in the end.
The door slid open at the end of the hall and the Cleric strode in. She smiled slightly at him then resumed watching Sulmar with an icy stare.
"I'm sure that if that would kill him, he would already be dead. Glaring at him isn't getting you anywhere," he said as he stood next to her.
"But I already did," she muttered to herself barely audibly.
The Cleric heard her statement and looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you mean," he asked gently.
She looked up at him surprised. "What? Well, I suppose that I could tell you. I mean what's going to happen? My family disowns me and I get put out on the street? Oh wait, they're all dead. As he should be. I killed him when I was. seventeen? Eighteen? I dunno. He was my first kill ever and I saw him buried. I don't understand how he's alive now. There's no logical reason," she trailed off.
"There might be," the Cleric said in a tone that almost indicated he was only speaking his thoughts.
The Assassin looked at him expectantly.
"A necromancer could bring someone to life (hey I'm listening to that song now!) who's been dead for a while I think. Bad stuff though, dealing with necromancers," he said coming out of his train of thought.
"How do you know this? I mean I don't ever coming across a necromancer in my long life and I've known you for a good deal of it so how-"
"I don't want to talk about it, ok?" he said slightly colder than he was intending to say it.
The Assassin said no more but watched the Cleric out of the corner of her eye. He sighed.
"Watch him, I think I am going to go for a walk or something," she said hopping down from her perch and walking out leaving the Cleric behind her.
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The Assassin walked out quickly and decided that, for once, she didn't want to beat the living shit out of something. What she really wanted was a shower. She pulled the first student she came across over and asked where the showers were. The kid just laughed and said that the shower was down the hall and good luck with warm water.
She shook her head and followed the hallway to a small bathroom with a sink, toilet and a bathtub/shower. She turned on the water and locked the door then set a ward for good measure. She began to understand the student when she felt the water. It was ice. She was surprised that little hunks of ice didn't just fall out of the faucet. She sighed and began to rework the water so it was warm. Within minutes, the water was steaming and the pressure high.
The steam quickly clouded the one mirror in the room and she began to inhale the moist air of her semi-sauna. She bit her cheek as she stepped in the water, scalding at first but she grew used to it. She couldn't remember the last time that she had a good, long, hot shower and she just let the water pound her shoulders and neck. She found a shampoo bottle on a little rack that hung from the showerhead. There was only a little in the bottle. She spent a good deal of time shaking the bottle and cursing the students for just leaving a bottle for everyone else. She got enough to massage into her long hair and washed it thoroughly.
Someone was banging on the door for her to hurry up but she ignored them. She was far to relaxed to deal with some high-strung kid.
When the last of the shampoo was washed out of her hair and the soap was gone she turned off the water somewhat regretfully.
The students were yelling now, but they clearly had no idea who was really in there. They were yelling at some girl named Sarah and it was funny to listen to their complaints. The Assassin listened to them as she used the ki of the clothes to change them into a long skirt and a long sleeved shirt. She donned them and began to braid her hair in little intricate braids. When her hair was dry and she was fully dressed, she put on her best glare and opened the door.
All the little students began to mutter about places they needed to be and walked or sprinted away. She smiled inwardly as she strode down the hall. 'It's so much fun doing that. Look at them run, they look like scared gerbils or something.' She turned into another hall and looked at the floating container that the Cleric had built for the spirit of the Dragon. She slowed her pace and walked warily toward it.
'You,' she heard its voice faintly in her mind.
'Yeah, me. Congratulations, you can identify people,' she thought back icily.
'Free me and I will bring you control over the world. I could bring you wealth, power, and your choice in husbands,' it said in a honeyed voice.
'First off, I could have the world if I chose, but I don't want it. Second, wealth and power don't bring you happiness, I would know, I had it to start with. And lastly, I already have my choice in husbands. I think I need to talk to the Cleric about banishing you somewhere. Somewhere very, very wet. Yes?' she thought with a sneer and stalked into a shadow.
She came out behind the Cleric. He had taken her perch on the medicine cabinet and was running a cloth along the Avenger.
"Good shower?" he asked without turning around.
"How'd you know?" she asked while gesturing for him to move over so she could join him on the cabinet.
"Could smell the shampoo. That and there was a whole bunch of students yelling at this one kid for yelling at "the Assassin of all people". It was kind of funny in its own way," he said replacing the cloth in his pocket.
"We have to talk about the Dragon. It's still just floating in the hall," she said looking at the floor.
"And? It is still in there right?" he asked replacing the Avenger in its sheath and resting it against the wall.
"Its in there, but, Dacius it spoke to me. It was trying to convince me to let it out so it could give me the world. What if I'm not the only one it has spoken to? I mean what if it convinces somebody into getting it out?" she said, the words spilling out of her.
"Well, this isn't good. Not good at all," he said quietly.
"No. We have to take it somewhere where it won't ever bother anyone again. And I think I know what to do," she said getting the firm determination back in her. "One of the darkest places where I can easily check on it, set wards, oh I could have so much fun making this!" she said excitedly.
"Well where?!? Spit it out and quit babbling!" he said warily.
"Marinas Trench," she said crossing her arms in front of her.
The Cleric coughed. "What?!? How are you intending to do anything down there!?! It's what, 7 miles deep? How do you intend to not be crushed to beyond a bloody pulp from the pressure? I mean come on, let's be realistic! Can't we just-"
"ENOUGH!" she yelled over his protestations.
He scowled at her and she scowled back. "I can do it," she grumbled, "with or without your help. I would rather have your help but I am a big girl," she said with a scowl. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have plans to, well, plan," and she hopped off the cabinet and walked out.
The Cleric sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"She is quite a handful isn't she?" Sulmar asked in a raspy voice from the floor.
The Cleric lowered his hand and looked down at Sulmar.
"I will not promise that you will live through this, especially if she sees you alive, but if you cooperate I promise to kill you quickly," the Cleric said in a low and menacing tone.
Sulmar sighed. "I suppose it's better than what she'd do to me, fine then. I will answer to the best of my ability. What do you want to know?"
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Hey guys, Back again. Hell week is done. Yay! My coach thought she'd be funny and tell us that since we did such a good job that we could have the rest of break off. Too bad it's only today and tomorrow. So I have a lot of partying to do and very little time.
I have been adopted as two different seniors' (who don't know each other) little sister. For some reason, they think that I need to have an older sibling. One said that I was his little sister cause he doesn't have one so I am adopted. The other said its cause I'm not scared of him. Hmm. Yay. Two more brothers to add the ones I have now. Why can't I have any sisters?
Oh man, I gotta run. I'm having my strokes looked at by my old coach whom I love cause she's awesome in like a half hour and I need to go and dry my suit and eat lunch and get gas and pick up my new contacts.. So much to do, so little time.
Review por favor, please? I shall sick my wraiths on you. That's right. I got the ring of power and I know how to use it. Who said that the witch king was dead? Not I.