Hey guys!
I have only 4 days left of practice! Huzzah! I do have a cheering section now too. So yay! I'm so stoked.
Guess what my first English project of the year is. Go ahead, I'll give you time. I'll just slip to my happy place for a moment.
Done?
Well you are now. We have to write a story. I'm so excited! So I'm writin another with my best friends and myself as characters. Fun neh? I think so.
Ah reviews.
Dpscythsln: You have a problem with the Assassin doin her job?!? Jeez kid she's an assassin for Peat's sake! Fine, Cleric'll kill somebody. But who....
Apocalypse: Sorry love, he's still winning, by two. Neither of you get to see my dress so there. *sticks out tongue* I win this round ^.^
Ok guys, lets rock and roll shall we?
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The Assassin lay on the bed that the Cleric gently placed her on the day before. She hadn't regained consciousness since she opened the shadow for him at Anya's castle. She was alive though, and in pain.
He had tried to heal her, but nothing happened when he tried.
Occasionally, her face would contort in pain and a tear would slip down her clenched eye. Her body would shudder and the muscles tense but there was no reason for her to. The Cleric was very distraught and for once couldn't save his Assassin.
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Ronin wandered the halls with Taryn. She hadn't seen him all day and was unrelenting in her barrage of questions for her boyfriend.
"What have you been doing all day? I don't ever see you anymore," she said earnestly wrapping her arm around his.
"I've been working on a project, don't worry. Besides, I'm here now aren't I?" he questioned.
Logan walked by and nodded to Taryn and pat Ronin on his shoulder without a word as he passed.
"Ok! Now I want to know what's going on! He was going to rip your throat out a week ago at most! You'll tell me this inst-" she began to threaten.
Ronin leaning down and kissing her solidly on the lips cut her threats short. She looked up at him and scowled.
"Always take my fun, don't you?" she muttered.
"Isn't this better though?" he questioned with a smile.
"Definitely," she said resting her head on his arm as they walked.
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The Cleric walked from the Assassin's room for the first time in two days. He heavily warded the room and walked away from it somewhat heavy heartedly.
But he knew she'd just scold him for waiting around and doing nothing for however long it took for her to wake. So he decided on some sword practice. He would have no partner to spar with so he settled for just stepping through various techniques. He took them slow and meticulously, which was hard for him.
He normally got wrapped up in the heat of battle and the Avenger was a part of him. It was different slowing them down so as he could feel the air slicing before his blade.
It didn't hold his attention for long though. Somehow his thoughts kept sliding back to the Assassin's room, wondering if she was awake, wondering if she would ever wake.
He sighed and sheathed Avenger.
A small gathering of students had collected at the door. They stared wide- eyed at him as he stared back. His eyes were slightly tired and he sighed. They took that as their cue to move and gave him a wide berth.
He walked to her room and saw scorch marks on the floor outside the door.
'Huh. Somebody tried to get in. Didn't try any harder though or there would be ashes a little farther in,' he pondered idly as he walked through his wards. They offered a little resistance to him, but he didn't want to take the time to tear them down and then have to put them up later.
He opened the door and found a curious sight.
The Assassin was sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the side. Her head was down and her hair had covered her face. She rested her head on her knees and her arms were at her side.
What was curious was that her shirt and pants were all slashed and torn. All the tears were in sets of three parallel lines.
There were scorch marks around the bed and the floor surrounding it. Her arms sported new burns and the foul smell of burning flesh filled the room.
"Amys?" the Cleric called. "Amys?"
She made no movement to respond. The only indicator to the now spazzing Cleric that she was alive was the subtle rise and fall of her chest. He walked quickly over to her and he gently lifted her head with his hand.
More tears streaked down her face and her eyes were clenched shut.
He shifted her body over onto him and he cradled her protectively.
"Shhh. It's ok. Shhh. It's all over now," he whispered in calming tones.
A whimper escaped her and he looked down at her.
Her eyes were downcast and another tear slipped out.
"Amys?" he whispered.
She looked and amid her tears, the fire in her eyes was extinguished.
"What happened?!" he questioned angrily.
"I saw her again. It wasn't them. It was her face doing it.." she said dissolving into tears again.
"Who? Who did this to you?" he growled.
"The Wolverine and the Fire boy," she said between sobs.
The Cleric lifted her and lay her back on the bed. She rolled over and sobbed into her pillow and he rubbed her back until the tears subsided.
"Will you be ok alone for a moment? I'm going to go.....check....on something," he said squeezing her shoulder. She nodded and pulled a blanket on and he got up and left.
He put more wards up and reinforced the previous ones. He growled and stalked down the hall.
"Those two will die by my hands this night," he grumbled.
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Happy Greg? Cleric's gonna kill somebody. Well two somebodies.
That's it. I'm spent. I'm kinda not in the mood for living I guess now. Perhaps I'll just go delve into that 3x chocolate ice cream. Yeah, and gain 300 lbs in the process. Last time I went into that ice cream phase I gained like 5 and I didn't leave my room. I don't remember why tho.
Oh well....
I have only 4 days left of practice! Huzzah! I do have a cheering section now too. So yay! I'm so stoked.
Guess what my first English project of the year is. Go ahead, I'll give you time. I'll just slip to my happy place for a moment.
Done?
Well you are now. We have to write a story. I'm so excited! So I'm writin another with my best friends and myself as characters. Fun neh? I think so.
Ah reviews.
Dpscythsln: You have a problem with the Assassin doin her job?!? Jeez kid she's an assassin for Peat's sake! Fine, Cleric'll kill somebody. But who....
Apocalypse: Sorry love, he's still winning, by two. Neither of you get to see my dress so there. *sticks out tongue* I win this round ^.^
Ok guys, lets rock and roll shall we?
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The Assassin lay on the bed that the Cleric gently placed her on the day before. She hadn't regained consciousness since she opened the shadow for him at Anya's castle. She was alive though, and in pain.
He had tried to heal her, but nothing happened when he tried.
Occasionally, her face would contort in pain and a tear would slip down her clenched eye. Her body would shudder and the muscles tense but there was no reason for her to. The Cleric was very distraught and for once couldn't save his Assassin.
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Ronin wandered the halls with Taryn. She hadn't seen him all day and was unrelenting in her barrage of questions for her boyfriend.
"What have you been doing all day? I don't ever see you anymore," she said earnestly wrapping her arm around his.
"I've been working on a project, don't worry. Besides, I'm here now aren't I?" he questioned.
Logan walked by and nodded to Taryn and pat Ronin on his shoulder without a word as he passed.
"Ok! Now I want to know what's going on! He was going to rip your throat out a week ago at most! You'll tell me this inst-" she began to threaten.
Ronin leaning down and kissing her solidly on the lips cut her threats short. She looked up at him and scowled.
"Always take my fun, don't you?" she muttered.
"Isn't this better though?" he questioned with a smile.
"Definitely," she said resting her head on his arm as they walked.
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The Cleric walked from the Assassin's room for the first time in two days. He heavily warded the room and walked away from it somewhat heavy heartedly.
But he knew she'd just scold him for waiting around and doing nothing for however long it took for her to wake. So he decided on some sword practice. He would have no partner to spar with so he settled for just stepping through various techniques. He took them slow and meticulously, which was hard for him.
He normally got wrapped up in the heat of battle and the Avenger was a part of him. It was different slowing them down so as he could feel the air slicing before his blade.
It didn't hold his attention for long though. Somehow his thoughts kept sliding back to the Assassin's room, wondering if she was awake, wondering if she would ever wake.
He sighed and sheathed Avenger.
A small gathering of students had collected at the door. They stared wide- eyed at him as he stared back. His eyes were slightly tired and he sighed. They took that as their cue to move and gave him a wide berth.
He walked to her room and saw scorch marks on the floor outside the door.
'Huh. Somebody tried to get in. Didn't try any harder though or there would be ashes a little farther in,' he pondered idly as he walked through his wards. They offered a little resistance to him, but he didn't want to take the time to tear them down and then have to put them up later.
He opened the door and found a curious sight.
The Assassin was sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the side. Her head was down and her hair had covered her face. She rested her head on her knees and her arms were at her side.
What was curious was that her shirt and pants were all slashed and torn. All the tears were in sets of three parallel lines.
There were scorch marks around the bed and the floor surrounding it. Her arms sported new burns and the foul smell of burning flesh filled the room.
"Amys?" the Cleric called. "Amys?"
She made no movement to respond. The only indicator to the now spazzing Cleric that she was alive was the subtle rise and fall of her chest. He walked quickly over to her and he gently lifted her head with his hand.
More tears streaked down her face and her eyes were clenched shut.
He shifted her body over onto him and he cradled her protectively.
"Shhh. It's ok. Shhh. It's all over now," he whispered in calming tones.
A whimper escaped her and he looked down at her.
Her eyes were downcast and another tear slipped out.
"Amys?" he whispered.
She looked and amid her tears, the fire in her eyes was extinguished.
"What happened?!" he questioned angrily.
"I saw her again. It wasn't them. It was her face doing it.." she said dissolving into tears again.
"Who? Who did this to you?" he growled.
"The Wolverine and the Fire boy," she said between sobs.
The Cleric lifted her and lay her back on the bed. She rolled over and sobbed into her pillow and he rubbed her back until the tears subsided.
"Will you be ok alone for a moment? I'm going to go.....check....on something," he said squeezing her shoulder. She nodded and pulled a blanket on and he got up and left.
He put more wards up and reinforced the previous ones. He growled and stalked down the hall.
"Those two will die by my hands this night," he grumbled.
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Happy Greg? Cleric's gonna kill somebody. Well two somebodies.
That's it. I'm spent. I'm kinda not in the mood for living I guess now. Perhaps I'll just go delve into that 3x chocolate ice cream. Yeah, and gain 300 lbs in the process. Last time I went into that ice cream phase I gained like 5 and I didn't leave my room. I don't remember why tho.
Oh well....