Apparently the boys don't think I'm a good enough kisser to review and the
girls don't like jewelry. Wow. You guys are weird.
Today was nice, had lunch with my best friends in the world, laser tag, and whatnot. I actually lost at air hockey! I have never lost! Ever! That's not just me being arrogant or a bitch or whatever you want to call me, I seriously haven't lost an air hockey match ever! I was in shock, then got dizzy. I think the dizzy was the medication I'm on though. Hopefully.
Much love to who reviewed.. Hold up, nobody reviewed. Fine. I hate you all... only joking.. Sorta..
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The Assassin had finished her weaves and prepared to move the now thoroughly guarded demon into the Marinas Trench. She decided that perhaps it would be wise for the Cleric to be present in case she did screw up like he intended her to. So she searched for his ki in order to find him. He wasn't in the basement at all.
'Strange,' she thought as she pushed her own ki out to see if he had gone outside. He wasn't above the remains of the mansion at all. She pushed farther and the results were the same.
"Hmmm," she announced aloud.
She stood and walked into a shadow. It was easier for her to find someone's ki in them because shadows reach farther than the eye could see sometimes. She spread her ki to find him and was unsuccessful. She began to worry.
"He's probably being stupid and masking his ki to scare me," she said more to reassure herself than anything else.
She intensified her ki and searched longer before moving on. She still couldn't find his ki anywhere. She was beginning to panic. The only reason that you wouldn't be able to find someone's ki was if they were dead. But she would have felt him die. She had before in past lives. He had died before her in battle and she felt half her being just disappeared. It was only a few hours until she too died. It was one of the worst feelings that she had ever experienced and she didn't want to have it again.
She didn't now so he had to be alive. He had to be.
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The Cleric sighed as he walked across the barren and dark wasteland. He knew what he had to do and he had to do it alone. He couldn't tell the Assassin because she would insist on following him or made a big stink about him doing it and that just wouldn't do. He was going to see Anya and see why after all these years she chose to go after him now.
A dark stone palace loomed before him. It wasn't a friendly place, wasn't the last time he was there either. He approached a bridge that spanned a moat at least 30 feet across. Only instead of water, there was molten lava and fire. Severed heads on stakes stared at him with lifeless eyes as he began to cross the bridge. The eyes followed him as he walked across. It didn't surprise him; anything dead here was either out to kill, kidnap, or spy. They only watched much to his relief.
Massive black doors opened without anyone moving them. He walked warily inside and they slammed behind him.
"Anya," he called down the dark hall. "Anya, I know it's you."
"Dacius?" a female voice called down the hall. The shadows shifted unnaturally and suddenly there was girl before him. She had long blond hair and pale blue eyes. She wore a black dress cut low down the bosom. She smiled up at Dacius with such happiness in her pale eyes.
"Dacius!" she exclaimed and leapt at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her tightly in return but after a moment he lifted his head and pushed her back as much as her arms would allow. She beamed up at him.
"You're alive, oh Gods you're alive," she said burying her face in his chest.
"Anya," he said softly, and she looked up at him. "Anya, why did you send Amys's old friend after me to kill me?"
She stepped back a little.
"He wasn't to harm you, he was only to find you and bring you home," she said with a hint of anger in her voice. "No matter, you're home, where you should be."
He sighed and stepped back. "My home isn't here. Anya, you Fell. You're a Necromancer now," he said softly.
"That doesn't have to change anything," she said with hurt creeping in her eyes.
"It does though. Anya, you don't-"
"Oh I do. You just want that tramp assassin-wanna-be. I see how it is, and I will have you," she said stepping back.
"Anya, listen-" he said his voice rising a trifle.
"No, listening is over Dacius. You. Are. Mine."
"I AM NO ONE'S," he roared. "NOT YOURS, NOT AMYS'S, NO ONES! YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF. YOU CHOSE THIS PATH NOW YOU MUST DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!" he roared.
Anger replaced the sadness in her eyes. Dacius saw the change in her demeanor and rested his hand on the hilt on Avenger.
"Excuse me? Uh, I'm Amys, party of one. I'm here for some take-out?" the Assassin's sarcastic voice echoed down the corridor.
Anya and the Cleric's heads whipped around to stare at the smiling and heavily armed Assassin.
"YOU!" Anya screamed. "You're the slut!"
"Uh excuse me? I'm not the one who's sending corpses at their ex boyfriends to bring them back," the Assassin said with a laugh.
Anya's anger flared and the Assassin could see it clearly in her ki. Anya was fuming and the Assassin just beamed.
"I'm through with you," the Assassin said with a mock yawn, "you, there," she said and directed her hand at the wall. She moved Anya with her ki and held her up where the ceiling and the wall met.
"Now, you listen to me," the Assassin said in an icy tone, "It's one thing to bring back people from my childhood and whatever, ok cool sorta. But if you're using them in some SICK plot to screw with him or me? Nah, not cool. I should disembowel you from here. But that's kind of messy. I think that I might do this, though," she said as she began to twist the ki around in Anya. Anya began to scream in pain.
"That's what I thought," she muttered.
Anya was up on the wall muttering to herself, but the Assassin ignored her ramblings and continued to twist her ki all over the place.
"You might want to block her mouth somehow, she's chanting to call her undead," the Cleric stated simply.
The Assassin rolled her eyes as she held Anya against the wall.
"You do something about it," she muttered as she used the ki to clamp her mouth shut.
The shadows began to move uneasily and a fowl stench filled the room.
"I take it some already heard her?" the Assassin said warily.
"Yep," he said simply.
"Care to deal with it? Slightly tied up at the moment," she said strain slightly evident in her voice.
"Covered," he said closing his eyes. He began to mutter in his own deep voice. Suddenly, a bright light overwhelmed everything. When the light receded, all of the shadows and undead for that matter, were gone.
The Assassin's concentration flickered momentarily and Anya fell to the floor in a heap. The Assassin's face was slightly sweaty and she was breathing heavier than earlier.
Anya stood shakily and glared at the Assassin. The Assassin stood up straighter and pushed her shoulders back. She looked down at Anya with contempt. Anya righted her skirts and slipped her hair behind her ear. Both cleared their throats and glared daggers at one another.
The Cleric turned around and surveyed the scene playing out before him.
For some reason, it was one of those times that he could see the ki of another person. In this case, people.
The Assassin's familiar golden glow began to grow around her. No electrical sparks; yet.
Anya's was a dark gray and black swirled around her. Black streamed out of her eyes, as if she was crying and her mascara was running down her eyes. He had never seen that in she short time that he had been able to view the ki of others.
The Assassin's ki began to grow and the sparks began to dance. She was blinding with her ki flaring. She broke her glare at Anya to look at him for a split second. Her eyes were intense orbs of gold. They seemed to bore into his soul. From what he could tell, she smiled at him before raising a wall.
It was thicker than he thought she could make without training. Layers built on one another and they were a dull gray, blocking his view of the two girls.
He hit at the wall in vain. He yelled at the Assassin but she didn't hear him. The walls thickened and they began to grow hot. He hit the wall again and again, burning his palms.
"NO! NO NO NO! AMYS, LET ME IN!!" he yelled at the wall.
But his cries didn't even penetrate the wall, though screams seemed to filter through.
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Ok. Done. For now at least.
Is it bad that I'm like forcing my friends to read my story? *sighs*
Greg: my bud you're awesome. You have no idea what's in store for you..
Guys my shoulders hurt. And I'm not allowed to complain, the trainers told me that I can't complain that my shoulders hurt cause I'm still swimming. So I can't complain for two weeks yet. I get to make shirts and have killer parties and paint myself blue and gold all over. Fun times.
Well, I'm done for now I guess. Sorry guys. Tired and CSI's on.
Love you all in your own special way.
Today was nice, had lunch with my best friends in the world, laser tag, and whatnot. I actually lost at air hockey! I have never lost! Ever! That's not just me being arrogant or a bitch or whatever you want to call me, I seriously haven't lost an air hockey match ever! I was in shock, then got dizzy. I think the dizzy was the medication I'm on though. Hopefully.
Much love to who reviewed.. Hold up, nobody reviewed. Fine. I hate you all... only joking.. Sorta..
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The Assassin had finished her weaves and prepared to move the now thoroughly guarded demon into the Marinas Trench. She decided that perhaps it would be wise for the Cleric to be present in case she did screw up like he intended her to. So she searched for his ki in order to find him. He wasn't in the basement at all.
'Strange,' she thought as she pushed her own ki out to see if he had gone outside. He wasn't above the remains of the mansion at all. She pushed farther and the results were the same.
"Hmmm," she announced aloud.
She stood and walked into a shadow. It was easier for her to find someone's ki in them because shadows reach farther than the eye could see sometimes. She spread her ki to find him and was unsuccessful. She began to worry.
"He's probably being stupid and masking his ki to scare me," she said more to reassure herself than anything else.
She intensified her ki and searched longer before moving on. She still couldn't find his ki anywhere. She was beginning to panic. The only reason that you wouldn't be able to find someone's ki was if they were dead. But she would have felt him die. She had before in past lives. He had died before her in battle and she felt half her being just disappeared. It was only a few hours until she too died. It was one of the worst feelings that she had ever experienced and she didn't want to have it again.
She didn't now so he had to be alive. He had to be.
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The Cleric sighed as he walked across the barren and dark wasteland. He knew what he had to do and he had to do it alone. He couldn't tell the Assassin because she would insist on following him or made a big stink about him doing it and that just wouldn't do. He was going to see Anya and see why after all these years she chose to go after him now.
A dark stone palace loomed before him. It wasn't a friendly place, wasn't the last time he was there either. He approached a bridge that spanned a moat at least 30 feet across. Only instead of water, there was molten lava and fire. Severed heads on stakes stared at him with lifeless eyes as he began to cross the bridge. The eyes followed him as he walked across. It didn't surprise him; anything dead here was either out to kill, kidnap, or spy. They only watched much to his relief.
Massive black doors opened without anyone moving them. He walked warily inside and they slammed behind him.
"Anya," he called down the dark hall. "Anya, I know it's you."
"Dacius?" a female voice called down the hall. The shadows shifted unnaturally and suddenly there was girl before him. She had long blond hair and pale blue eyes. She wore a black dress cut low down the bosom. She smiled up at Dacius with such happiness in her pale eyes.
"Dacius!" she exclaimed and leapt at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her tightly in return but after a moment he lifted his head and pushed her back as much as her arms would allow. She beamed up at him.
"You're alive, oh Gods you're alive," she said burying her face in his chest.
"Anya," he said softly, and she looked up at him. "Anya, why did you send Amys's old friend after me to kill me?"
She stepped back a little.
"He wasn't to harm you, he was only to find you and bring you home," she said with a hint of anger in her voice. "No matter, you're home, where you should be."
He sighed and stepped back. "My home isn't here. Anya, you Fell. You're a Necromancer now," he said softly.
"That doesn't have to change anything," she said with hurt creeping in her eyes.
"It does though. Anya, you don't-"
"Oh I do. You just want that tramp assassin-wanna-be. I see how it is, and I will have you," she said stepping back.
"Anya, listen-" he said his voice rising a trifle.
"No, listening is over Dacius. You. Are. Mine."
"I AM NO ONE'S," he roared. "NOT YOURS, NOT AMYS'S, NO ONES! YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF. YOU CHOSE THIS PATH NOW YOU MUST DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!" he roared.
Anger replaced the sadness in her eyes. Dacius saw the change in her demeanor and rested his hand on the hilt on Avenger.
"Excuse me? Uh, I'm Amys, party of one. I'm here for some take-out?" the Assassin's sarcastic voice echoed down the corridor.
Anya and the Cleric's heads whipped around to stare at the smiling and heavily armed Assassin.
"YOU!" Anya screamed. "You're the slut!"
"Uh excuse me? I'm not the one who's sending corpses at their ex boyfriends to bring them back," the Assassin said with a laugh.
Anya's anger flared and the Assassin could see it clearly in her ki. Anya was fuming and the Assassin just beamed.
"I'm through with you," the Assassin said with a mock yawn, "you, there," she said and directed her hand at the wall. She moved Anya with her ki and held her up where the ceiling and the wall met.
"Now, you listen to me," the Assassin said in an icy tone, "It's one thing to bring back people from my childhood and whatever, ok cool sorta. But if you're using them in some SICK plot to screw with him or me? Nah, not cool. I should disembowel you from here. But that's kind of messy. I think that I might do this, though," she said as she began to twist the ki around in Anya. Anya began to scream in pain.
"That's what I thought," she muttered.
Anya was up on the wall muttering to herself, but the Assassin ignored her ramblings and continued to twist her ki all over the place.
"You might want to block her mouth somehow, she's chanting to call her undead," the Cleric stated simply.
The Assassin rolled her eyes as she held Anya against the wall.
"You do something about it," she muttered as she used the ki to clamp her mouth shut.
The shadows began to move uneasily and a fowl stench filled the room.
"I take it some already heard her?" the Assassin said warily.
"Yep," he said simply.
"Care to deal with it? Slightly tied up at the moment," she said strain slightly evident in her voice.
"Covered," he said closing his eyes. He began to mutter in his own deep voice. Suddenly, a bright light overwhelmed everything. When the light receded, all of the shadows and undead for that matter, were gone.
The Assassin's concentration flickered momentarily and Anya fell to the floor in a heap. The Assassin's face was slightly sweaty and she was breathing heavier than earlier.
Anya stood shakily and glared at the Assassin. The Assassin stood up straighter and pushed her shoulders back. She looked down at Anya with contempt. Anya righted her skirts and slipped her hair behind her ear. Both cleared their throats and glared daggers at one another.
The Cleric turned around and surveyed the scene playing out before him.
For some reason, it was one of those times that he could see the ki of another person. In this case, people.
The Assassin's familiar golden glow began to grow around her. No electrical sparks; yet.
Anya's was a dark gray and black swirled around her. Black streamed out of her eyes, as if she was crying and her mascara was running down her eyes. He had never seen that in she short time that he had been able to view the ki of others.
The Assassin's ki began to grow and the sparks began to dance. She was blinding with her ki flaring. She broke her glare at Anya to look at him for a split second. Her eyes were intense orbs of gold. They seemed to bore into his soul. From what he could tell, she smiled at him before raising a wall.
It was thicker than he thought she could make without training. Layers built on one another and they were a dull gray, blocking his view of the two girls.
He hit at the wall in vain. He yelled at the Assassin but she didn't hear him. The walls thickened and they began to grow hot. He hit the wall again and again, burning his palms.
"NO! NO NO NO! AMYS, LET ME IN!!" he yelled at the wall.
But his cries didn't even penetrate the wall, though screams seemed to filter through.
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Ok. Done. For now at least.
Is it bad that I'm like forcing my friends to read my story? *sighs*
Greg: my bud you're awesome. You have no idea what's in store for you..
Guys my shoulders hurt. And I'm not allowed to complain, the trainers told me that I can't complain that my shoulders hurt cause I'm still swimming. So I can't complain for two weeks yet. I get to make shirts and have killer parties and paint myself blue and gold all over. Fun times.
Well, I'm done for now I guess. Sorry guys. Tired and CSI's on.
Love you all in your own special way.