Yes it's been a couple weeks even though it looked like I was getting back on track. Apologies. Life was crazy with my transferring University and moving up and whatnot. Not to mention classes and homework take up a lot of time as well. So now I'm writing around classes, hw, work, friends, and trying to find time to vista the family. It's kind of a handful. My updates will still come, it just might take longer.
This chapter is shorter than the last few. Get over it.
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The night went along smoothly and she woke him around two in the morning. In another circumstance she would've let him sleep through the whole night, but both of them would need their strength for the coming days. He'd waited a little too long for her taste to stir her awake in return, but when she'd mentioned it he'd just grinned and shrugged, claiming he'd lost track of time. She knew he did it just to give her a few extra minutes, and while it was detrimental to their mission, it only made her realize once more how much she actually loved him. She'd been worried about the conversation they would eventually have about sex and she admitted it went much better than she could've anticipated. Them being on the same page made everything a lot easier.
Now they were on their way to the town near them. She hoped to get something to disguise their most telling features and a few items that would help in their journey. They'd left the car back at the trailer park and hitched a ride with another family to the town, promising them the Sedan in return for the favor. It wasn't the best of moves on their part considering it made them more memorable, but with Roran hopefully buffering any serious attempts at finding them, she assumed they'd be able to get out of dodge rather quickly.
Of course that was all hinged on the fact that Roran believed her word. He might just ignore it as a dream or a simple lie that she'd spoken out of cruelty. The family dropped them off at a shop that could be considered a miniature version of Bass Pro and they set to work finding the bare minimum of what they would need. She veered off to the right of the store and instantly saw the case that held all sorts of knives. The worker behind the glass counter eyed her curiously while she studied them.
"Anything I can help you find?"
She shook her head before listing off the ones she wanted.
"Give me the LANSKY sharpener, the Swiss Army SwissChamp, the KA-BAR Full-Size Straight Edge, the Gerber LMF II, four of the ESEE-4 knives, and is that an Ontario RTAK II Fixed Blade?"
Utter surprise showed on the face of the salesman and he nodded awkwardly before jolting out of his stupor and grabbing what she asked for. On closer inspection she confirmed that it was the RTAK and smirked. It was a beast of a blade. He settled all of the weapons on the casing and gave her a strange look.
"What are you doing with these knives, ma'am?"
She chuckled and gave him a wry smile.
"We live with forests all around us and you ask like you suspect me of being a serial killer."
Embarrassment flushed his cheeks and she paid for the knives in cash. Something that probably didn't help his suspicions considering the total was around nine hundred and eighty dollars. It was a small price to pay though with the journey they had ahead of them. She moved on from there, searching for the next item on her half of the list. It was another easy find and she grabbed two 550 Paracord bracelets, along with a length of 550 paracord rope. She spotted Eragon across the shop folding up a tarp he'd undone to check the length. He winked at her before disappearing around the corner. She finished as quickly as possible, gathering two water canisters and a first aid kit.
They met up near the register and he dropped the compass, the tarp, and duct tape. An older man, presumably the owner of the shop, grinned at them.
"Find everything you need?"
Eragon nodded, glancing at the items they'd laid out.
"Seems like it. Before we purchase though I'd like a look at your guns."
The older fellow nodded and led them further down the counter to the section housing them. Eragon pointed one out immediately.
"The Winchester Model 70."
The shopkeeper seemed somewhat taken aback by his quick choice, but, knowing the intelligence of it, simply chuckled and brought it down from the wall.
"Alright then."
The next ten minutes they spent getting a proper sheath for the gun and enough bullets to last at least two weeks while they were "hunting." Once the total was wrung up Eragon winced but she handed over the money without pause. She'd prepared enough that if she really needed to, she could buy a vehicle. Of course stealing one was always the better option when it came down to it. If the man was flustered at such a high amount of hard cash, he hid it well. As they were leaving he waved, a smile on his face. Eragon held the covered gun closely to his chest and she questioned his actions. He replied easily.
"This gun is a beauty. Nothing quite like it. I'm glad you had a license for it or we would be out in the woods with no major firepower and no way to scope ahead. I'm assuming your plan has us trekking through some majorly forested areas in the future, correct?"
She chuckled.
"We wouldn't be getting this stuff if we weren't. Still, getting that onto the helicopter is going to be a hardship. And we still need to get some things to disguise us. I guess you'll be standing outside while I grab it. No way is Walmart letting you in with a gun."
She was in and out of the store within the hour, bringing with her two pairs of sunglasses, nonprescription colored contacts, and several random items to help conceal themselves. She held out the contacts to him.
"Put in the blue ones. We'll try and keep the sunglasses on as much as possible but it seems dishonest to conduct business with covered eyes. It's going to take a lot of charm to get into that chopper with all of our gear."
He smirked.
"Or they'll just look at you and hand over the keys."
She shoved his arm.
"Let's just get this sorted out."
They ducked into the dumpster area by the Walmart and he looked at the contacts with distaste.
"I don't need these you know. My eyes are not anything special."
She completely disagreed but thoroughly disproving him would waste precious time.
"Eragon your eyes are amazing. Put those in or I'll hold you down and do it myself."
He waggled his brows.
"You going to sit on me?" She ignored him, placing brown contacts in over her green and reaching into the bag to pull out a blonde wig. He gave her a horrified look. "No, please don't make me."
She grimaced, looking at the color with aversion.
"I know. Still, it'll be a helpful concealer."
He actually seem on the verge of begging and she rolled her eyes.
"Eragon it's only for a time."
He gripped the wrist of the hand that held the disgraceful thing.
"I would rather die."
She chuckled.
"It's not that bad."
He nodded vehemently.
"Yeah huh."
She set the wig aside and with a sigh and grinned at a joke she'd found in the same section of the store. She held out a package to him and he laughed.
"I love you so much."
She grinned at his words and watched as he opened the package and pulled the sticky tape from the back. With that, he pressed on the pink mustache and held out his hands.
"How do I look?"
She smirked as she pulled out a red baseball cap.
"Ridiculous."
He came closer.
"Do you wanna' kiss me?"
She stepped away, her grin widening.
"No. Get your caterpillar face away from me."
"I'm not taking this off, just so you know. Like, for the rest of my life."
She shrugged nonchalantly.
"That's fine. I'll just have to deal with never touching you again. I think I have the willpower."
He smirked and nodded at the cap.
"You're going to look adorable." She pushed it onto her head and watched his eyes light up excitedly. "You definitely do. And sexy. Adorably sexy."
"Eragon just get the contacts in." He pouted at her but did as she asked, using a rusting metal siding as a mirror. Ayra finished her disguise with a baggy, tan jacket and the sunglasses. She looked over to find Eragon blinking awkwardly and growling in frustration. She walked to him, gripping his face and looking into his eye. The blue lens was half to the side. "Do you trust me?"
He made a scoffing noise.
"Is that a serious question?" She chuckled and carefully slid the contact into place. Once she'd finished he blinked several times and shook his head. "They feel strange."
He narrowed his eyes at her expression and she realized she was frowning. She wiped it off her face and returned to her own disguise. She knew what she'd been looking at. His eyes. His beautiful eyes. They were covered and held little of the magic of the deep brown. He took the new v-neck white shirt and quickly threw it on before shrugging into his own jacket. She tossed him the glasses and he caught them as they began to walk.
"You know, we probably should've had these before the hunting store."
She shrugged.
"I thought of that but then realized that people are going to give several different descriptions of us. They wont know which to choose from. We're going to have to interact with some dock workers later on and I'm assuming you will have brown hair and gray eyes and I'll be a preppy school girl. Well, depending on what the local shopping center has available."
He nodded.
"Alright then. You've obviously thought this through. So what are we going to do with the pilot?"
She threw him the wig he detested with a passion.
"Well first you're going to be blonde and I will make my hair look short."
He grumbled continuously as they walked, tucking his hair into the itchy material.
"This is horrific. I'm pretty sure I have lice now."
She winced at his appearance.
"No offense but I will not be kissing you while you look like that. Take the mustache off."
He crossed his arms over his muscular chest.
"How rude. I will do no such thing."
She moved to snatch it from his lip but he caught her hand, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Nice try." She sighed and started walking once more. The chopper was a mile off so they'd be walking. It was her hope that several people would see them and remember their new appearances. Eragon finally took off the mustache and shoved it in his pockets. "I hope you know I'm keeping this until I grow out my stache' and can dye it pink."
She linked her arm in his and nodded.
"I figured as much."
A chuckle left his lips and he slid his hand into hers. They arrived at their destination twelve minutes later and she told him to wait outside while she made the arrangements. She glanced at the newly painted white building, taking note of everything around them, before she walked inside. A bell dinged and a disgruntled old lady glanced up.
"Welcome to AirTime. Ya' looking for a little ride?"
Arya nodded, watching as a younger man stepped out from the back. The floor creaked slightly as he sauntered up and stood beside the lady. He grinned charmingly and took over.
"Hey there, ma'am. My name is Trevor. I'm the pilot that'll take you up if that's what you're looking for."
She smiled.
"We're looking to take a tour to the South."
The older woman clucked her tongue.
"We got set routes that you gotta' follow missy. You don't get to choose where you go."
She'd assumed it'd be like that.
"Of course."
Trevor opened something on the ancient computer before him.
"We're? You got somebody with ya'?"
She pointed out of the glass windows.
"Yes. My fiancé. Bringing two isn't a problem is it?"
Trevor shook his head but the grouchy woman scoffed.
"I should say. The added weight burns fuel! I'll be charging you extra."
The guy behind the counter groaned.
"Gran you—"
"Don't Gran me! Get this all into the computer. I'll fuel up the chopper and do the run-throughs."
Arya motioned Eragon in once the woman had left. As he entered the shop Trevor blanched and waved his hands at him.
"Sir you can't just walk in here with a gun. And there's no way I'm letting it on the plane."
Arya rolled her eyes and flashed two hundred dollars in his direction.
"I think we can let it pass this once."
A certain light entered the pilot's eyes and she knew she had him. Apparently his price was small. Or his grandma was a complete witch and he lived to go over her head. She really couldn't believe one over the other. Both seemed quite reasonable. Trevor nodded.
"Fine. But walk around the back. I'll motion you in as soon as she's out of the hangar. She'd blow a gasket if she saw a rifle in her shop."
Eragon did as asked, shooting her a wink before he strolled outside and around the corner. Arya followed the pilot through the doors and into an open area. Metal walls and tools covered every part of the room. It smelled of gas and rust; not a great combination. Within a few minutes gran had gotten the chopper checked thoroughly and had pumped gallons of fuel into the tank. She made a sour face at her before returning to the shop. While Trevor went to get Eragon, Arya checked the helicopter herself. It was definitely old.
There were replaced parts that seemed brand new which offset the discolored original sections. It gave the craft a mismatched feel and was not a confidence booster for her belief in it's ability. Still, it would get them where they were going. As soon as Trevor returned she stepped in front of him.
"Here's how this is going to go. We need to go South." She cut him off before he could protest. "I don't care about your 'routes.' I have the money to pay you what you need. Bring extra fuel and anything you need to land the craft. Once we're across the state line we'll have you take us down."
Trevor's face reddened.
"Look here! I'm not flying you two all the way to Louisiana. You must be out of your damn minds."
He moved to walk away but Eragon stood in front of the door. She caught the pilot's attention again, in her hand was eighteen hundred dollars.
"Trevor, this is all yours in the end if you take us where we want to go."
He eyed the money greedily but he wasn't an idiot.
"How do I know you're even going to give it to me in the end. You could just kill me as soon as we land."
Eragon hoisted the weapon on his shoulder, a cruel grin on his face.
"We could just kill you now. It's really your choice. Take the money. Don't make us," he cleared his throat, "force your hand."
Arya shot Eragon a glare for his threats and turned Trevor so he was looking only at her. She stuffed nine hundred of the cash in a toolbox.
"This will stay here for you. The rest you get when we land. It's all yours if you just take us to the state line."
The man pondered for several seconds before shrugging and grabbing two tanks of fuel.
"Whatever. YOLO."
Arya wanted to slap him for saying the words but refrained. Eragon snorted and climbing in the back.
"Yeah, YOLO. Babe what if I just start to say that all the time?"
She glared at him.
"I'll give you back your ring."
He smirked and then stumbled, realizing what she'd said. She hadn't told him beforehand that she was going with the engaged cover story. Now she was glad. It threw him off his game and she watched as he tried to act nonchalant. It didn't work. She climbed up after him and settled down for the long trip, noting his tense posture and fidgeting hands. The ceiling slid open loudly, shrieking that it's hinges needed an oiling. As soon as they stopped moving, Trevor started up the engine and the rotor blades whirred faster and faster until it was all one circular blur.
He glanced back nervously at them before bringing the chopper up and out of the shed-like building. And they were on there way. It took over forty minutes to reach the border and she'd steered him away from any major highways. It would do no good for the police officers at the blockades to see them.
Rows upon rows of trees passed below them before they spotted a clearing a mile in. Trevor began to bring the chopper down but paused before they reached the tree level. She saw the panic on his face and rolled her eyes.
"Trevor we're not going to kill you. Land the bloody chopper."
Sweat was dripping down the pilot's face as he hesitated. Eragon played the bad guy a second time.
"Once more, I could always kill you now by throwing you out of the craft. Land it and get the money or die now. It's really your choice."
The landing was not smooth. Trevor's shaking hands made his obvious ease with the controls disappear and they bounced several times. As the rotors slowed she glanced to find the man was squeezing his eyes tightly, waiting for the coming shot. She chuckled and slapped the rest of the money in his lap. A yelp left his lips and he jumped, realizing after that it hadn't been his fatal shot. He flicked his eyes to them before smiling shakily and relaxing into his seat. Eragon grinned and jumped out, her following. He looked at the pilot.
"You'll probably be questioned about your help here. Just say we forced you. Don't mention the money. Got it?"
Trevor nodded and started the helicopter back up. Within five minutes he was gone. Eragon watched his disappear beyond the horizon before turning to look at her. She grinned.
"Did you have to terrorize him?"
He seemed indignant.
"It worked didn't it?"
Arya smirked at him before heading into the forest.
"This is going to take at least seven days and that's only if we don't run into any complications. I doubt, at least with our luck, that that will be the case."
He nodded as he caught up to her.
"Where are we headed exactly?"
She repositioned her pack.
"Weeks Bay. It's two hundred and sixty-three miles from our location now. By car it'd take about five hours to get there. Lucky us we get to walk. At least for the first hundred miles. We can't risk getting pulled over or recognized. If we steal a car, we have to switch every two hours. Walking is the safest, if more tedious route. We can figure it out as we go though."
"So you're estimating we walk forty miles a day?"
Nodding, Arya picked up the pace. The next few days were definitely going to be interesting.
-S-A-P-H-I-R-A-
Eight days after the explosion and they were finally setting out. Both her and Nasuada had contingency plans set up in case of situations like this. Of course, many of the routes they wanted to use were being watched by the police. That left very few options for them. Murtagh ran his hand through his growing scruff.
"So what's the game plan exactly?"
Nasuada threw her pack over her shoulders.
"We need to get to Pine Bluff which is around three hours from here by car. None of the cops know what they're looking for. It isn't like we all have warrants out so being on the roads is pretty safe. Once at Pine Bluff we'll get to my stash and then make our way to the Mississippi River. I'm assuming we'll make it down to in seven days. Once we leave our canoes it'll be a straight shot to a private airfield that wont ask any questions."
Thorn frowned.
"Even if the police don't know our faces, Galbatorix will have his DRAGON looking for us. Me and Murtagh are putting you in danger."
Firnen chuckled.
"Don't worry about it. You guys have done a great job at characterizing yourselves. Red hair, long hair. . . It's perfect. Thorn you'll have to shave your head. Murtagh just get a major trim and leave the scruff."
Thorn grimaced, sliding his hand subconsciously through his hair.
"We really have to cut our hair? That seems a bit much."
Murtagh laughed and slapped his arm.
"Come on, friend. It's time to shave the mane."
Saphira clapped her hands.
"Good. It's settled. Now let's get a move on I'm tired of waiting around."
They'd all bathed once more that morning so none of them looked too ragged or dirty. They drove their vehicle into the nearest town and Firnen ducked into a Convenience Store to grab a razor, two pairs of scissors, a trash bag, and a few other supplies that might come in handy. Such as two burner phones, a flashlight, matches, snacks, and a pack of bottled water. From there they moved on to a shabby gas station where she and Firnen ran in to get the key to the men's bathroom. Scissors, trash bag, and razor in hand, Nasuada led both men to it and motioned them inside.
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It smelled of body odor and piss, and somehow the walls were lined with stains that looked suspiciously like crap. Thorn gagged.
"I call first. I want out of here."
Murtagh groaned and stood precariously to the side, making sure he touched nothing. Nasuada went to work, laying out the trash bag to catch any falling hair before begging to shear Thorn's head. Once she'd gotten it to a proper length she switched to the razor and began to move it slowly along the DRAGON's scalp. He winced several times as he watched his hair fall to the ground. It took about twenty minutes before she was satisfied with the result. A whimper left Thorn's mouth as he watched himself in the mirror.
"I look like a monk."
Murtagh was struggling to contain his laughter only to sag onto the disgusting wall. He retreated instantly, yelping like a girl and shoving Thorn aside to wash his arm off. It led to a rather amusing scenario of disgust and laughter. The previously red-haired man was running his fingers over a bald head while pointing fun at Murtagh for being an idiot. Meanwhile, Murtagh was scrubbing his body and choking down laughter at his friend's awkward skull. They settled down a moment later and Thorn shrugged uncomfortably.
"I should've taken my shirt off. I have hair all down my shirt and stuck in my collar."
Murtagh grinned.
"I'm glad you went first then."
Growling something she couldn't understand, Thorn made his way out of the bathroom. Murtagh pulled off the shirt he was wearing and without warning her breath escaped her lungs in a single whoosh. Muscles worn hard by his circumstances stood out like a beautiful sculpture and she found herself gazing at the scars the riddled him. He frowned and began to slide his shirt back on but she caught his hand.
"No I'm sorry. I was just. . . wow. You've been through hell, Murtagh."
He seemed uncomfortable, his cheeks slightly red.
"It is fine."
She instinctively reached out and ran her forefinger along the scar on his shoulder, the one he'd told them that Morzan had given him. She felt him shiver and curiosity sparked. Instead of pulling away she moved her hand to the three that traveled vertically down his back. And then suddenly he was facing her, her hand trapped in his fist and his eyes darker than she'd seen them.
"Nasuada."
She snapped out of her trance and cleared her throat.
"I. . ."
When she tried to remove her hand from his he didn't let go. Instead he moved closer, his head tilted slightly to the side as if waiting for something. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out for several seconds. Finally she breathed out.
"We should. . . uh, cut your hair."
He nodded slowly, lowering her hand and releasing it. He turned back towards the mirror as she picked up the scissors and went to work. Her heart pounded in her chest. Whatever the hell had just happened was not something she really understood. Yes, he was attractive. But was he even a good man? Was he somebody that she could be interested in? The way her pulse kept jumping about she figured she was. Her hands shook slightly as she clipped locks of his soft hair from his head. She didn't shave him bald, just styled it into a crew cut and trimmed his heavy scruff.
That was a rather interesting situation as he had to face her so she could get a good balance in the length. He watched her the entire time, making the whole thing even more strange. It wasn't like she was uncomfortable though. He put her at ease for some odd reason. Finally she was finished and she moved to clean up the floor but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"I got it. You don't need to spend any more time in this pit."
There was kindness in his eyes that she'd yet to see before. Instead of arguing she nodded and washed her hands before escaping into the fresh air. She gulped it in, trying to clear the fuzziness from her mind and refocus on the task at hand. They had to get to her gear so they could find a safe haven. Now was definitely not the right time to be thinking about Murtagh. Of course what was right didn't seem to bother her conscience as her mind continued to ponder over him. They were on the road within ten minutes and she made it her goal to not sit beside the man who had spiked such interest in her.
If you're wondering why Saphira's group can travel more easily than Arya and Eragon, just remember that nobody knows their faces. Eragon and Arya are literally the only two that the police have any description for. They will be searched out.
Really quick, I need to put this in here in case somebody looks later. I am in a fiction writing course at my university and there's this dude who loves the Inheritance Cycle. My fear is that if I get lazy and use one of my stories as my HW he might have read some fanfiction and recognize it. Obviously that's my big head and ego thinking he's seen mine, but it's also paranoia. I doubt he reads FF but if he does, and has seen these stories, this is now up so that I can show him I actually wrote them beforehand and that I didn't steal the stories off of FF. Boom. Planning ahead like a boss. His name is Grant (I think). Boom again. No disproving me now bro. I win at life. XD
NOON YOU ARE MAKING ME WORRIED.
hamid 13: Thanks :)
Elemental Dragon Slayer: YEP. Gosh it's such an epic movie. Top five. Morzan is dark on the inside soooo, it's the same ;) Whatever you call me worse things EDS. Just rude things. Idk we'll see how the story goes. Where's your chapter?
Ocadioan: Exactly :P You sound like my Fiction Writing teacher when you said that. He literally used almost those exact words yesterday. "I would recommend sitting down and doing a full bio on each of your recurring side characters, though you do not necessarily need to write it down. Just think of who they are, why they are like this and what they want." Like eerily similar. He wasn't talking about my work though. Well, yeah he was definitely a bit of an ass. He wants to find his brother and the station peeps are hindering the process. I guess I didn't mention it but he was given a leading role by the commanding officer so people should technically be listening to him anyway. I always go for the physical intimidation tactics. So much more fun lol. Which statement? Sorry I don't remember what I said lol. Truth :D
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FanBoyNinja: Gotcha. And I figured a Shurikan POV was due. I'd never done one and this was the perfect story for it. Thanks!
NaturalInduction: Thank you lol.
Rainxoxo: I gotcha. That was still really nice of you and your siblings to do that though. Haha I know who to call when I need some house renovations then ;) Holy Hell I want that kind of College Experience. That's awesome. Being honest is always a good thing to me. I don't like being lied to although I lie all the time haha. Character flaw on my part I guess. I think I might be a slightly compulsive liar. Oh well. I'm glad you agree with Arya (my lol) reasons for waiting. It's good to know I have people on my side with it. Thank you!
Renaissancebooklover108: Haha yeah they kind of ruined him. It's fine though because it was a good twist. They just better bring in another attractive man to take his place. I look forward to uploading the chapter I've already written ;)
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Odin3830: DW? Hmm, I might just be able to accommodate that request. I needed a spot in Australia anyway ;) We'll see though because things always make their own way in my writing. No promises but I'll try.
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TheLoneVoyager: That's cool did you get your granite flooring? Lol. Haha trust me I will make them work. And you did say that they didn't have the stuff other couples "naturally" do. I just put it in in other ways. They have to have those arguments in order to move past them. Pick one side or the other haha ;P Plot Twist: Gabe is Galbatorix. . . jk but that would've been awkward.
Ninja15912: And his epic novels wouldn't be so epic if he didn't spend a substantial amount of time on them so there's that. Still, it's hard to wait. Thank you! I like knowing that, raises my already inflated ego just a bit more :) Also, do you want the review that I'm responding to or the one from last chapter. I'm assuming last chapter. It was, "Amazing book series?... Rothfuss... If it the series i think it is, I would understand why you would get hooked, not doing anything. Is it the Kingkiller Cronicles; aka Name of the Wind and Wise Man's Fear series?!
Inheritance cycle and Kingkiller Cronicles are my favorite series. But if you haven't read Kingkiller Cronicles, you HAVE to, one of the greatest books I've read in my life. The 3 and final book come out in 2016; so close, but so far :( Anyway, you did great with all of the recent chapter, even if the updates were a bit slower than I would have liked... But this fanfic is worth waiting for. Sometimes I feel that the fanfics people write are so good, I get mixed up between the actual events in the book and the story, so sometimes I'll talk to people about these books and mix up a fanfic with the book, which is when it gets awkward... But whenever I'm reading your chapters, I'm just thinking to myself, "This should be made into a television series!". Yea, but anyways, great chapter (Mind? Unrivaled? Give me a shorter way to write your fanfic name plz) and please keep updating. P.S. You should do more writing more often, if that doesn't sound to redundant.. :)"
TheRoyalJester: Guardians was so fricking good. It's easily in my top five movies of all time. Haha I don't think Noon wants to be gender bent. Haha I hate love triangles. They make me hate everything. So no, I will just avoid writing your FF ;P Lol I figured a little contradiction would spice up my life. Me and EDS had the best laugh over your elaborate storyline you created for us. It was the best read ever. It's great because I literally don't care and just introduce him to all my roommates and friends if they're around. I've only met his mother though. And his dad is apparently annoyed by Americans so I think it's just hilarious. You should game with us sometime. You an Noon. It would be epic. Although depending on your ages, maybe slightly creepy. I forget how old your are but I'm assuming around 16/17? Well I'm ok with that. They always get the pot of gold. With my money I'm getting plastic surgery to turn me into Jack Frost. See what I did there. I turned it around on you. I do my best to insult and insinuate so your welcome. It wasn't three months! It was like, one. What is Kingsley? Well you are rather slow right? Just not quite up there with the brilliant mind that I have. Don't worry, you'll get there one day ;) I feel like it's not OOC in the fact that Arya is now a completely different person. Like, it would've been OOC in the beginning but now it makes sense. I feel like you can guess the answers to your questions :D I am obviously both. Sorry not sorry. . . do you watch awkward? Lol that's where that's from. That was the most ridiculously awesome thing I've ever read. Wow, you sure planned our lives out for us. We don't even need to try now. What's great is I told them to read that while we were Skyping and he lost his crap. Laughed so hard its was amazing. You're such a creeper Jester ;) Just to set the record straight, EDS (I keep almost typing his name) and I are NOT together. Jester Noon keeps disappearing on us.
Retse: XD
Real good story: I might be able to do that. Rewriting a story is harder than I expected though :/
Guest: Alright haha I will do my best to get on it.
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bobmccoy87: Wow thank you! I have a general plot in mind and I already know how it will end. I don't think I'll hit 100 but maybe. We'll have to see. I'll try to update more quickly.
Rene: Lol thank you. As for FtP, that is a story that I wrote a long time ago, had up on FF, took down, and am now reuploading. It had. . . *cough* some rather explicit ExA. I'm redoing the story slightly to be less inappropriate but I can assure you it has ExA. A LOT of it.
Your storys best: Haha as I said above this, there will definitely be ExA in FtP in the future.
Fan42: Thanks :) And I will finish An Unwanted Bond after this story is complete :) Thank you again!
mr rophone: Thank you! Part of people's enjoyment of this story comes from already knowing the characters. I would like to hope it would pass as a unique story if I were to do that but everyone might just like it because they were already attached to the characters. I'll put it to the test this semester in my writing fiction class. See if people like a chapter or so with different names. I hated what Paolini did with Roran in the original series. I skip his parts whenever I go through the books again. So yeah I definitely agree with you there.
chittart: ;) possibly soon haha. Their next meeting will be entertaining to write to say the least.
Guest: Ok :P
Some1udontkno: Sorry about the wait!