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The Cleric watched as the few remaining students fled down the hall. He sighed and flicked the blood off of the Avenger. 'Such a waste,' he thought sheathing the sword carefully. He turned to a shadow to slip into it and find the Assassin, but it wouldn't take him. Puzzled, he stepped back and tried again. Meeting the same result, he scrubbed his hand through his hair in frustration.
"She always leaves them open," he mumbled to himself.
He sighed and began to concentrate on Anya's palace, knowing that the Assassin probably went there to beat the living shit out of her.
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The air around the Cleric's recently inserted form in the castle shifted angrily as he adjusted the Avenger at his hip. He noted Anya's decapitated body in the middle of the large room, beginning to wonder the whereabouts of the head. He ceased though, realizing that the Assassin probably did something in her rage.
"Amys?" he called.
No response.
"Amys?"
"Go away Dacius," the shadows called from all around.
"Come on, I'm done with that stupid school. Let's just bail and find somewhere else new. Sound good?" he said smiling.
"No," she paused, "no it doesn't."
"What's the matter?" he asked hearing the wariness in her tone.
"You have to go Dacius."
"What? Why?"
"Because things are different now, can't you sense it?" she pleaded.
For the first time, the Cleric sensed a very weak necromancer in the room. His first instinct was to search and destroy. The immediate instant following the realization that that might have been the difference that the Assassin spoke of. All of the sudden, the world felt heavy and slow.
"What," he stuttered, "How?"
"Anya. She clasped this thing on me and I can't get it off. Couldn't even touch-"she began to say but her voice died in the shadows.
The Cleric spied the pile of her weapons on the floor and the vacancies on the walls. He sighed heavily.
"Can I see it? This thing?" he asked warily.
He could sense her hesitation in responding.
"I promise I won't do anything rash or stupid," he said solemnly.
The Assassin's form stepped out of the shadow in front of him with a small smile on her face. "You? Not rash or stupid?"
"No, you are the rash one," he said catching her small smile. Then the severity of the moment hit both and the small smiles flickered and extinguished. She held out the wrist bearing the black band. The Cleric reached out to touch it, but the instant the tips of his fingers touched it, he withdrew them cursing and the smell of singed flesh tainted the air. The Assassin drew her hand back nearly as quickly and held it protectively against her chest.
The Cleric attempted to reach again for her arm but she stepped back. He looked at her puzzled.
"Things can't be the same now. There's this little voice in the back of my head just telling me to do terrible things to you. I know that it will grow and I definitely don't want to be around when it grows too strong. Dacius, I think its time to part ways," she said taking another step back.
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"Look, you're good, I'm evil. It's as simple as that. I can't get out of this thing and you can't touch it. We lost. We finally lost. Good bye Dacius, I hope that the way you choose to walk treats you fairly," and with that she disappeared in a shadow.
The Cleric just stood in the empty room watching the shadow in disbelief before the air moved in an agitated manner and he too was gone.
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Tis a short one. I know. Its something tho right? Life is slowly piecing back together for me. I'm getting a handle on school (sorta, except for that cursed Spanish and math....) and it's amazing how a new old car can get me and my father to stop fighting. Yeah, he got a 1985 Corvette. Red. Removable hard top. You know what that means for me this summer right? Sweetness.... Newho, we're working on it together. Only thing we fight on now is school. Which is a lot better than before. Life doesn't suck! Yay!
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The Cleric watched as the few remaining students fled down the hall. He sighed and flicked the blood off of the Avenger. 'Such a waste,' he thought sheathing the sword carefully. He turned to a shadow to slip into it and find the Assassin, but it wouldn't take him. Puzzled, he stepped back and tried again. Meeting the same result, he scrubbed his hand through his hair in frustration.
"She always leaves them open," he mumbled to himself.
He sighed and began to concentrate on Anya's palace, knowing that the Assassin probably went there to beat the living shit out of her.
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The air around the Cleric's recently inserted form in the castle shifted angrily as he adjusted the Avenger at his hip. He noted Anya's decapitated body in the middle of the large room, beginning to wonder the whereabouts of the head. He ceased though, realizing that the Assassin probably did something in her rage.
"Amys?" he called.
No response.
"Amys?"
"Go away Dacius," the shadows called from all around.
"Come on, I'm done with that stupid school. Let's just bail and find somewhere else new. Sound good?" he said smiling.
"No," she paused, "no it doesn't."
"What's the matter?" he asked hearing the wariness in her tone.
"You have to go Dacius."
"What? Why?"
"Because things are different now, can't you sense it?" she pleaded.
For the first time, the Cleric sensed a very weak necromancer in the room. His first instinct was to search and destroy. The immediate instant following the realization that that might have been the difference that the Assassin spoke of. All of the sudden, the world felt heavy and slow.
"What," he stuttered, "How?"
"Anya. She clasped this thing on me and I can't get it off. Couldn't even touch-"she began to say but her voice died in the shadows.
The Cleric spied the pile of her weapons on the floor and the vacancies on the walls. He sighed heavily.
"Can I see it? This thing?" he asked warily.
He could sense her hesitation in responding.
"I promise I won't do anything rash or stupid," he said solemnly.
The Assassin's form stepped out of the shadow in front of him with a small smile on her face. "You? Not rash or stupid?"
"No, you are the rash one," he said catching her small smile. Then the severity of the moment hit both and the small smiles flickered and extinguished. She held out the wrist bearing the black band. The Cleric reached out to touch it, but the instant the tips of his fingers touched it, he withdrew them cursing and the smell of singed flesh tainted the air. The Assassin drew her hand back nearly as quickly and held it protectively against her chest.
The Cleric attempted to reach again for her arm but she stepped back. He looked at her puzzled.
"Things can't be the same now. There's this little voice in the back of my head just telling me to do terrible things to you. I know that it will grow and I definitely don't want to be around when it grows too strong. Dacius, I think its time to part ways," she said taking another step back.
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"Look, you're good, I'm evil. It's as simple as that. I can't get out of this thing and you can't touch it. We lost. We finally lost. Good bye Dacius, I hope that the way you choose to walk treats you fairly," and with that she disappeared in a shadow.
The Cleric just stood in the empty room watching the shadow in disbelief before the air moved in an agitated manner and he too was gone.
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Tis a short one. I know. Its something tho right? Life is slowly piecing back together for me. I'm getting a handle on school (sorta, except for that cursed Spanish and math....) and it's amazing how a new old car can get me and my father to stop fighting. Yeah, he got a 1985 Corvette. Red. Removable hard top. You know what that means for me this summer right? Sweetness.... Newho, we're working on it together. Only thing we fight on now is school. Which is a lot better than before. Life doesn't suck! Yay!