AN: To my wonderfullest and most loyal reader. I am so sorry that this has
so little to do with marching band. I promise that it will all work out in
the end. But I am having a slight problem trying to make things work
between Cassie and Saber. Oh well, it'll have to I guess. But what will
happen to poor, rejected Kyler? Anybody else who is reading this, you have
absolutely no idea what I am talking about, so I will end this Author's
note and get on with the chapter. FORWARD MARCH! 1234....
He was on a moor. Close by, there stood a crumbling castle that was being rebuilt. A sign near it read: UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, ALL TOURS OF YAWNOC CASTLE ARE BEING POSTPONED DUE TO CONSTRUCTION. The place seemed to be basically deserted. Well except for Abbe and Aiden. Abbe was lying on her back, looking in facination at the clouds. Aiden was bending down to pick up a shopping bag.
"Come now!" Aiden called. "To the porta potties we go! I daresay you want to get out of that rather moronic outfit Abbe?" Abbe paid little attention.
"That cloud looks sorta like a llama!" she called to nobody in particular. Rolling his eyes, Jaz strode over to her and yanked her to her feet, despite her outraged protests.
"What's your problem?" she asked angrily while taking the elastic out of one of pigtails and putting it back in again.
"Aiden is taking us to change into new outfits," Jaz replied testily beginning to pull her along.
"So?" Abbe replied in the same tone. Finally, Jaz just snapped.
"Okay fine! If you want to walk around like an idiot in that mime suit and chase after little imaginary pixies, I'm sure we could all use a laugh. I on the other hand am going to get out of this stupid bow tie and hear what Aiden has to say!" He walked quickly away still seething, although he didn't quite know why he had lost his temper. It was probably just lack of food, and concern about the others.
Ten minutes later, he wished he had never told Abbe off. How could he ever face her wearing this? Working up all of his courage, he opened the door of the public toilet and stepped onto the grass. The outfit was very light. It clung to him like a second skin. It was silver, V necked, and he was reminded forcibly of the clothes on Saturday Night Fever. It wasn't the fact that he was wearing shiny clothes from the 1970s, he was sure they had become very fashionable now that he was so far into the future. The problem he has with this was that you could see EVERY....SINGLE... curve, line, bump, and crevice from his neck to his feet. The costume was a full body thing, so the coverings on his feet were in no way different from the covering on the rest of him. This was why he so dreaded being seen by anybody.
To his immense surprise, Abbe emerged from the other toilet looking perfectly miserable. She was wearing an outfit similar to Jaz's, only it covered her neck as well. She was glowering until she looked at Jaz. Then a smile broke out on her face, and she began to laugh. Jaz looked her up and down, and a reluctant grin came to his lips. The grin turned quickly into chortles when he noticed Abbe was bent double and tears were running down her face.
"I....can't....breathe!" she gasped. She attempted to stay the merriment by clapping both her hands over her face and pressing down with all her might. But the mirth would not stay put. It escaped through gaps, sounding nothing like laughter: more like a wide variety of whistles, honks, and squeaks. This was too much for the both of them. Jaz threw his head back, his laughs ringing clear. Abbe simply toppled backwards, and clutched her stomach while her whole body convulsed in a combined effort to laugh and stop laughing. This was how Aiden found them. After fifteen minutes of waiting, her nine-year-old mind hid grown impatient, and she had gone to get them herself. Although still a bit miffed that they had kept her waiting, Aiden was very pleased that they were getting alone so well. She had had her doubts in the beginning.
"So," Jaz said once he had both recovered enough to speak and noticed that Aiden was right there. "you brought us here to tell us how to defeat Lord Tank. How're we going to do that?"
"With great difficulry," Aiden replied helping Abbe to her feet.. "It is a very long story that involves blood, gore, and destiny."
"Whose destiny?" Abbe asked trying and failing to roll up her sleeves which were fused tightly to her skin. Aiden smiled. She had been practicing this line for years, and had been dying to finally deliver it.
She looked Jaz and Abbe directly in their eyes. One pair blue, and one pair brown. In a serious voice of deadly calm, she answered. "Your destiny."
She was very angered when the line didn't come out exactly as she had been planning it. But she had been very caught up in contemplating Jaz's eyes. Very brown. Very deep. They looked just like the eyes of a certain blacksmith she had met in her travels two-hundred years ago. Then she amended the thought. Nine-hundred years ago, now that she was in the future.......
AN: That chapter didn't end quite the way I wanted to. I had just wanted it to end with "Your Destiny", but I had to put the eyes in somewhere. Just consider that last paragraph to be an afterthought okay? Thank you! FALLING WATER! REVIEW THIS CHAPTER! I NEED MORAL SUPPORT HERE! and of course, anybody else is welcome to review as well, only don't be too harsh with me. I have a deep phobia of flames. I practically have a heart attack whenever I see review alert. But still review, I get over the nervous fluttering in my stomach after a few seconds....THANK YOU and have a nice day. ; D
He was on a moor. Close by, there stood a crumbling castle that was being rebuilt. A sign near it read: UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, ALL TOURS OF YAWNOC CASTLE ARE BEING POSTPONED DUE TO CONSTRUCTION. The place seemed to be basically deserted. Well except for Abbe and Aiden. Abbe was lying on her back, looking in facination at the clouds. Aiden was bending down to pick up a shopping bag.
"Come now!" Aiden called. "To the porta potties we go! I daresay you want to get out of that rather moronic outfit Abbe?" Abbe paid little attention.
"That cloud looks sorta like a llama!" she called to nobody in particular. Rolling his eyes, Jaz strode over to her and yanked her to her feet, despite her outraged protests.
"What's your problem?" she asked angrily while taking the elastic out of one of pigtails and putting it back in again.
"Aiden is taking us to change into new outfits," Jaz replied testily beginning to pull her along.
"So?" Abbe replied in the same tone. Finally, Jaz just snapped.
"Okay fine! If you want to walk around like an idiot in that mime suit and chase after little imaginary pixies, I'm sure we could all use a laugh. I on the other hand am going to get out of this stupid bow tie and hear what Aiden has to say!" He walked quickly away still seething, although he didn't quite know why he had lost his temper. It was probably just lack of food, and concern about the others.
Ten minutes later, he wished he had never told Abbe off. How could he ever face her wearing this? Working up all of his courage, he opened the door of the public toilet and stepped onto the grass. The outfit was very light. It clung to him like a second skin. It was silver, V necked, and he was reminded forcibly of the clothes on Saturday Night Fever. It wasn't the fact that he was wearing shiny clothes from the 1970s, he was sure they had become very fashionable now that he was so far into the future. The problem he has with this was that you could see EVERY....SINGLE... curve, line, bump, and crevice from his neck to his feet. The costume was a full body thing, so the coverings on his feet were in no way different from the covering on the rest of him. This was why he so dreaded being seen by anybody.
To his immense surprise, Abbe emerged from the other toilet looking perfectly miserable. She was wearing an outfit similar to Jaz's, only it covered her neck as well. She was glowering until she looked at Jaz. Then a smile broke out on her face, and she began to laugh. Jaz looked her up and down, and a reluctant grin came to his lips. The grin turned quickly into chortles when he noticed Abbe was bent double and tears were running down her face.
"I....can't....breathe!" she gasped. She attempted to stay the merriment by clapping both her hands over her face and pressing down with all her might. But the mirth would not stay put. It escaped through gaps, sounding nothing like laughter: more like a wide variety of whistles, honks, and squeaks. This was too much for the both of them. Jaz threw his head back, his laughs ringing clear. Abbe simply toppled backwards, and clutched her stomach while her whole body convulsed in a combined effort to laugh and stop laughing. This was how Aiden found them. After fifteen minutes of waiting, her nine-year-old mind hid grown impatient, and she had gone to get them herself. Although still a bit miffed that they had kept her waiting, Aiden was very pleased that they were getting alone so well. She had had her doubts in the beginning.
"So," Jaz said once he had both recovered enough to speak and noticed that Aiden was right there. "you brought us here to tell us how to defeat Lord Tank. How're we going to do that?"
"With great difficulry," Aiden replied helping Abbe to her feet.. "It is a very long story that involves blood, gore, and destiny."
"Whose destiny?" Abbe asked trying and failing to roll up her sleeves which were fused tightly to her skin. Aiden smiled. She had been practicing this line for years, and had been dying to finally deliver it.
She looked Jaz and Abbe directly in their eyes. One pair blue, and one pair brown. In a serious voice of deadly calm, she answered. "Your destiny."
She was very angered when the line didn't come out exactly as she had been planning it. But she had been very caught up in contemplating Jaz's eyes. Very brown. Very deep. They looked just like the eyes of a certain blacksmith she had met in her travels two-hundred years ago. Then she amended the thought. Nine-hundred years ago, now that she was in the future.......
AN: That chapter didn't end quite the way I wanted to. I had just wanted it to end with "Your Destiny", but I had to put the eyes in somewhere. Just consider that last paragraph to be an afterthought okay? Thank you! FALLING WATER! REVIEW THIS CHAPTER! I NEED MORAL SUPPORT HERE! and of course, anybody else is welcome to review as well, only don't be too harsh with me. I have a deep phobia of flames. I practically have a heart attack whenever I see review alert. But still review, I get over the nervous fluttering in my stomach after a few seconds....THANK YOU and have a nice day. ; D