Wow, I got 2 reviews. Let's try to beat my current record of 6. That
shouldn't be too hard, right? I might try something new in this chapter,
and put my responses to my reviewers in the middle of the chapter. That
will make it interesting, right?
Claimer: I own WHR. Seriously, I do.
If you believe my claimer, I will burn your soul with any flames I receive and then throw sweet smelling salts upon your charred remains.
()()() = change of place
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Raven's Flat
"Raynalia Margonos. Age 18."
"So that's our next witch?" Amon asked.
On the screen in front of him was a picture of a girl. A teenager by the looks of it. She had long black hair that came down to her waist, and the screen read her as 5' 4". Born in America, recently moved to Japan. Her eyes stuck out the most. The irises were colored silver. Power: unknown yet.
"We don't know what her power is? How do we combat that?" Sakaki asked.
"We're still unsure. Michael seems to think that she might have control over an element like Robin, but he's still unsure," Karsuma said.
"You're talking like I'm not here right now," Michael said.
"Sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
"So where is she right now?" Robin asked.
"Apparently she's in an apartment downtown. Who volunteers to go check it out?" Michael said.
"I'll go," Robin replied.
"I guess I'll go as well," Amon said.
"All right. You two get going, I'll send you the exact address via on linear filter," Michael said.
()()()()()
HA! Now I shall respond to my reviewers.
Sakura-Angel-04 – meh. I'm writing a story write now, so that's why mine might seem better. You still have a good story. Though I did come up with advice. If you get writer's block, patiently wait. If you try to rush something, it looks really shitty about 90% of the time.
Amon's Angel of the Darkness – I might make it AmonxRobin. It seems that way now, huh? Then again, maybe I was thinking about making it GhostxRobin. I shall continue to torture you about the pairings and thank you for the names.
Back to the story.
()()()()()
Ramada Inn
"So this is it?" Robin asked Amon.
"Looks like it," Amon replied.
Amon knocked on the door of room 236 of the Ramada Inn. When no one answered, Amon looked around. From a pocket inside his coat, he produced a lock picking kit.
"Isn't that illegal?" Robin asked.
"Only if you get caught," Amon replied.
Within seconds, Amon had picked the lock. He pulled out his orbo gun as swung the door open, gun first. Nobody was inside the room.
"Nobody's here," he told Robin.
"Ok. Let's go back then," Robin said.
As they turned to leave, something caught Robin's eye.
"Wait," she said.
She walked back inside to find a message, written in ice on the wall.
Sucks when witches disappear like ghosts, doesn't it?
"I'm going to send a picture of this to Michael," Amon said.
He flipped his communicator over and took a picture.
()()()
Back at Raven's Flat, Amon was discussing the 'mission.'
"She wasn't there, and it seemed as if she knew we were coming. As you can see, from this message, her powers have awakened and she knows how to control them. Otherwise, we would have had a bunch of ice everywhere instead of forming letters," Amon explained.
"So this witch can control ice? I guess now we know her power," Sakaki said.
"It would seem that way," Michael replied, "But something about this message bothers me. Why would she make witch and ghost plural? Do you think that there might be another witch with her?"
"It's possible, but we can't be certain. Right now, we must focus on taking down Raynalia. Ideas?" Zaizen asked.
"No. We saw nothing that hinted towards an appointment in her room," Robin said.
"Alright. So it seems that we have a dead end here," Zaizen said.
"I'll go watch the hotel," Amon said.
"Why would you do that? We already concluded she's not there," Sakaki asked.
"Because all her stuff was still there. She has to go back later to get it, right?" Amon said.
"I guess. Robin, go with him," Zaizen said.
"Ok. When do we leave?"
"Now."
()()()
Outside Ramada Inn
"So what do we do while we wait?" Robin asked Amon.
"Watch for the suspect," Amon replied.
"Amon," Robin said a bit nervusly.
"Yes?" he replied, not taking his eyes off of the entrance to the hotel.
"Could I, do something?" Robin said.
"Go ahead," Amon said, turning to look at Robin.
"Ok. Could you take your coat off? This might be easier without it on," Robin said as she took off her coat-like-thing. (Not the dress, the thingy that she wears on top of it that is usually red or black.)
Slowly, Amon took off his coat as Robin undid the things in her hair. She reached out and ran her hand through Amon's hair.
5 minutes later, the communicator rang. Amon sat up and answered it.
"Hello," he said.
"Amon, what are you doing?" Michael's voice said.
"Watching the hotel," he replied.
"Well, apparently not too well. Raynalia's been in and out of there. The hotel computer has her checked out," Michael said, "What have you two been doing?"
"Nothing regarding you," Amon said.
"Really? Hmm, is that one of Robin's hair ribbons?" Michael asked, getting a mischievous look on his face.
Amon took the piece of fabric out of hair and handed it back to Robin, who was hastily putting the other one back in.
"It's not what you think," Amon said.
"Oh? Then what were you doing?" Michael asked.
"Well, I'm embarrassed to admit this, but," Amon stopped.
"What?" Michael asked.
"I see the target."
()()()()()
Wonderful place to end, isn't it? I'll bet you want ot know what Robin and Amon were doing, don't you?
The answer:
Trying to do Amon's hair like Robin's. I'll bet many of you others were thinking different things. Especially my reviewer who will not be named coughcoughAmon's Angel of the Darknesscoughcough next chappie later.
Claimer: I own WHR. Seriously, I do.
If you believe my claimer, I will burn your soul with any flames I receive and then throw sweet smelling salts upon your charred remains.
()()() = change of place
()()()()()
Raven's Flat
"Raynalia Margonos. Age 18."
"So that's our next witch?" Amon asked.
On the screen in front of him was a picture of a girl. A teenager by the looks of it. She had long black hair that came down to her waist, and the screen read her as 5' 4". Born in America, recently moved to Japan. Her eyes stuck out the most. The irises were colored silver. Power: unknown yet.
"We don't know what her power is? How do we combat that?" Sakaki asked.
"We're still unsure. Michael seems to think that she might have control over an element like Robin, but he's still unsure," Karsuma said.
"You're talking like I'm not here right now," Michael said.
"Sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
"So where is she right now?" Robin asked.
"Apparently she's in an apartment downtown. Who volunteers to go check it out?" Michael said.
"I'll go," Robin replied.
"I guess I'll go as well," Amon said.
"All right. You two get going, I'll send you the exact address via on linear filter," Michael said.
()()()()()
HA! Now I shall respond to my reviewers.
Sakura-Angel-04 – meh. I'm writing a story write now, so that's why mine might seem better. You still have a good story. Though I did come up with advice. If you get writer's block, patiently wait. If you try to rush something, it looks really shitty about 90% of the time.
Amon's Angel of the Darkness – I might make it AmonxRobin. It seems that way now, huh? Then again, maybe I was thinking about making it GhostxRobin. I shall continue to torture you about the pairings and thank you for the names.
Back to the story.
()()()()()
Ramada Inn
"So this is it?" Robin asked Amon.
"Looks like it," Amon replied.
Amon knocked on the door of room 236 of the Ramada Inn. When no one answered, Amon looked around. From a pocket inside his coat, he produced a lock picking kit.
"Isn't that illegal?" Robin asked.
"Only if you get caught," Amon replied.
Within seconds, Amon had picked the lock. He pulled out his orbo gun as swung the door open, gun first. Nobody was inside the room.
"Nobody's here," he told Robin.
"Ok. Let's go back then," Robin said.
As they turned to leave, something caught Robin's eye.
"Wait," she said.
She walked back inside to find a message, written in ice on the wall.
Sucks when witches disappear like ghosts, doesn't it?
"I'm going to send a picture of this to Michael," Amon said.
He flipped his communicator over and took a picture.
()()()
Back at Raven's Flat, Amon was discussing the 'mission.'
"She wasn't there, and it seemed as if she knew we were coming. As you can see, from this message, her powers have awakened and she knows how to control them. Otherwise, we would have had a bunch of ice everywhere instead of forming letters," Amon explained.
"So this witch can control ice? I guess now we know her power," Sakaki said.
"It would seem that way," Michael replied, "But something about this message bothers me. Why would she make witch and ghost plural? Do you think that there might be another witch with her?"
"It's possible, but we can't be certain. Right now, we must focus on taking down Raynalia. Ideas?" Zaizen asked.
"No. We saw nothing that hinted towards an appointment in her room," Robin said.
"Alright. So it seems that we have a dead end here," Zaizen said.
"I'll go watch the hotel," Amon said.
"Why would you do that? We already concluded she's not there," Sakaki asked.
"Because all her stuff was still there. She has to go back later to get it, right?" Amon said.
"I guess. Robin, go with him," Zaizen said.
"Ok. When do we leave?"
"Now."
()()()
Outside Ramada Inn
"So what do we do while we wait?" Robin asked Amon.
"Watch for the suspect," Amon replied.
"Amon," Robin said a bit nervusly.
"Yes?" he replied, not taking his eyes off of the entrance to the hotel.
"Could I, do something?" Robin said.
"Go ahead," Amon said, turning to look at Robin.
"Ok. Could you take your coat off? This might be easier without it on," Robin said as she took off her coat-like-thing. (Not the dress, the thingy that she wears on top of it that is usually red or black.)
Slowly, Amon took off his coat as Robin undid the things in her hair. She reached out and ran her hand through Amon's hair.
5 minutes later, the communicator rang. Amon sat up and answered it.
"Hello," he said.
"Amon, what are you doing?" Michael's voice said.
"Watching the hotel," he replied.
"Well, apparently not too well. Raynalia's been in and out of there. The hotel computer has her checked out," Michael said, "What have you two been doing?"
"Nothing regarding you," Amon said.
"Really? Hmm, is that one of Robin's hair ribbons?" Michael asked, getting a mischievous look on his face.
Amon took the piece of fabric out of hair and handed it back to Robin, who was hastily putting the other one back in.
"It's not what you think," Amon said.
"Oh? Then what were you doing?" Michael asked.
"Well, I'm embarrassed to admit this, but," Amon stopped.
"What?" Michael asked.
"I see the target."
()()()()()
Wonderful place to end, isn't it? I'll bet you want ot know what Robin and Amon were doing, don't you?
The answer:
Trying to do Amon's hair like Robin's. I'll bet many of you others were thinking different things. Especially my reviewer who will not be named coughcoughAmon's Angel of the Darknesscoughcough next chappie later.