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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 12:47:36 GMT -5
Though Rory wasn't certain on it, it was almost as if Freya was still mad at him. Though not for beating her up, twice. It was as if she was mad at him for reasons he couldn't explain that had nothing to do with the fighting; even after he saved her life. Of course Rory was confused, you couldn't exactly blame him for being that way. He assumed she just didn't know whether to trust him or not yet, that's what he assumed anyways, part of him knew it was probably because he didn't remember her; not like it was his fault anyways.
When she stubbornly sat down, Rory shook his head slightly, "I don't know, seemed like the right thing ta say, besides..." Rory said as he took a step toward Freya, then hooked one arm under her legs and another around her back. "I wasn't askin' if ya needed help."
Rory picked her up in his arms, cradling her, and began walking back toward the mansion. It was really odd he was taking compassion on this woman, but he felt he needed to, mostly because she had answers to his questions. "I was telling ye, alainn." Again he called her it, this time though it was far more natural.
"Besides, I need answers from ye, can't have ye dying on me yet." He said with a slight wink as he got closer to the mansion.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 13:15:32 GMT -5
Of course Freya's reasons for being mad would confuse just about every living thing on this planet. She'd slapped him when they met for dieing after all! Even with his memories Rory hadn't always understood why she would be mad at him half the time. He'd just have to learn to accept that if he planned to stay near the woman for any reason, that and not to think to hard about it... Otherwise he'd just confuse himself more.
I don't know was not the right answer, especially right now. Freya scowled, suddenly feeling the need to roast him again, just so he knew that wasn't the answer she wanted. "Wrong answer." The woman just about yelped in surprise when he scooped her up so easily.
Instantly she started kicking... Or kicking as much as someone could after being electrocuted so many times. It was more like violent fidgeting, to be honest. How dare he! She was mad at him! He wasn't allowed to do this! "Dammit, put me down!" Oh, Freya wasn't happy, but she hadn't been all that happy to begin with... So it shouldn't surprise him all that much.
Again, the word 'Alainn' made her freeze, her 'fidgeting' stopping as quickly as it started. She felt like swearing again. Even though he didn't remember her, he still had the same affects on her, even with out knowing it! She didn't try to fight this time, just glared at the arms holding her, as if ordering them to release her before her powers came back.
"Ask your questions then, so I can go back to dieing." She rolled her eyes, still refusing to look at him. Of course she was being sarcastic, why wouldn't she be?
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 13:38:18 GMT -5
Rory completely ignored Freya as she began her squirming, instead of putting her down he just held her a little tighter. Though honestly, in his suit, he could barely feel her movements anyways, the only thing she was doing was making it harder for him to carry her comfortably... As well as making it hard for him to keep the coat wrapped around her so that she didn't "fall out" so to speak.
"I think ye may find that I'm full of those." Rory said in answer to her stating that it was the wrong answer. Not like he really cared, it was the answer, the honest answer anyways.
When she demanded that he put her down, he simply ignored her futher, though did manage to get her an answer. "No." he said simply, continuing to close the distance between himself and the door to the mansion. As he got closer though, he realized his helmet was down still for Freya, he didn't want the people inside to see him yet... Even though apparently they all "knew" him, they did not know Phantom, and he wanted to keep it that way.
The armor of the helmet began crawling back over his face like a disease once more, before she finished her next statement. Thankfully, for some unknown reason, she stopped squirming at least. Maybe she realized it was no use to do use while he was holding her like this.
"I can't have you dying yet, and you wouldn't understand my questions until you understood my motivations... and I can't show you those until you have healed." Rory's cold metallic voice came through the helmet.
With a shove, he opened the door into the mansion loudly. The children that were watching TV immediately jerked their heads around to see the giant armored terrorist they'd seen on tv, holding a barely clothed and weak Freya. Several screamed and ran, others called for the teachers. Rory simply stood there, shifting Freya in his arms so that he could hold her closer to him. "Where is your infirmary?" He asked Freya calmly, as everyone ran from him inside the building.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 14:09:32 GMT -5
Freya just kept scowling. Oh, she wanted to hit him, and set him on fire.... Or give him a heatstroke.... Basically, just really wanted to do something that would seriously irk him. But with her powers only just returning, and her whole body still trembling from the torture, she couldn't exactly go through with any of it. So, she just settled with plotting his next death. She would have warned him to learn to sleep with one eye open.... But she already knew from experience that he did.
She still refused to look at him, even when his helmet returned. Like he'd guessed, she'd decided fighting was just a waste of energy. It wasn't like she'd escape, or fight so much that he finally just dropped her. This was just one of those extremely rare times when she didn't feel stubborn enough to keep fighting.
"Oh, I see. Well, in that case I'm flattered. At least I'm useful to you as long as I'm in perfect health." Suddenly, she felt the urge to be daredevil crazy after healing up, just to see how important her knowledge really was to him. To see just how far he'd go to get his answers.
She door being slammed open made her flinch. "Could you have been any louder there? I thought you were subtle." And yet here he was, entering her flamboyant territory with far to much enthusiasm. Freya didn't understand why the students all went running off. Why the hell did they run like that? It wasn't like she was dead! "There goes my reputation. Thank you so much for destroying it." She was scowling once again. "End of the hall and to the right. You can't miss it."
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 14:46:26 GMT -5
"Well you aren't much use for anything in this state are you?" Rory said glancing around the building, before walking in the direction that Freya had talked about. Eventually the room cleared out, but Rory know someone would be coming soon. Hopefully they would realize that Rory was helping Freya not killing her. Then again, he had met some real idiots around this mansion already so he wouldn't bet any money on it...
"Reputation for what? Losing, because that's all you've done today." Rory couldn't help saying it, she was being a pill, so he was going to be just as verbally wicked. If she wanted to use a sharp tongue, so would he.
Soon they came to the infirmary, though it was empty, he walked over and gently set Freya down on the table. Almost immediately though, Rory began to feel incredibly dizzy again and before he knew it, he hit the ground, knocking himself out.
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Rory didn't know how long he had been out, but when he woke up he was back in a very familiar room. It was the same place he and Freya had been fighting in, who knows how long ago. Except it was no longer melted and all the metal in the room had been replaced. As Rory stood up his visor activated, showing the time and date... Apparently he had been out for a little over two days.
As he stood up the door behind him hissed, unsealing. Apparently he was being watched, and apparently they already knew he had just woken up. His only hope was that whoever was coming in would be easy to kill...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 15:24:52 GMT -5
Out of those two days that Rory was out, Freya spent one in the infirmary, and the other in her(and technically Rory's, but he didn't need to know that), in a somewhat time out. Basically, Hazel had chewed the woman out for making a mess of the Danger Room, and told her that she either helped repair it, or stayed in the room until it was fixed. Obviously Freya chose hanging out in the room...
FInally though, the repairs were done and Freya's banishment came to an end... Technically. Hazel had decided that Freya still had to pay for the damages, but instead of letting her actually pay for them, she thought it be much better if Freya were the only one dealing with Rory. Great. Nanny duty.
Freya was up in the kitchen when she heard Freya calling for her, to which... Freya groaned. Looks like she was on duty. Feeling a little generous, the woman fixed a plate of what was currently out for lunch, getting a little bit of everything(whether or not Rory liked it, just to irk him a little), before heading down.
Down in the basement, those keeping the Danger Room under 24 hour surveillance and lock let her in. The door hissed shut behind her instantly, so he wouldn't escape. She didn't look nearly as bad as she had a few days ago. Sure, she had a few bruises and cut still, though most weren't visible under her jeans and black long sleeve shirt, but other then that she seemed completely fine and healthy.
She held the plate out, offering it to their 'hostage'. "Are you hungry?" She actually looked sincere. He'd been in their hold for over 2 days now, and hadn't eaten a thing.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 15:42:29 GMT -5
The visor on Rory's helmet scanned the room, and beyond it, it picked up a few heat signatures nearby, overlooking the danger room. Obviously he was being monitered, very closely, though he didn't know by who. There was no sense in trying to look for a way out, he was trapped in there. As the door hissed open, he slowly turned to face the intruder of his prison. Standing in the center of the room, arms folded behind him, he turned to see... Freya. That just figured.
When she brought him the plate he didn't say a word from behind his helmet. Neither did he take the plate, "I willingly help you and the people here, I save your life, I don't try to run, and I am held here like a caged dog." Rory spoke calmly, though it was obvious he was beyond aggrivated.
"What purpose do you have for me? What do you hope to achieve by holding me here?" His questions were direct, blunt, and to the point. From behind his masked he stared deeply into Freya's eyes, looking for any trace of a lie in her answers or for her to give away what their true intentions were. The fact that they immedaitely locked him back up made him think they were lying the whole time, he should have just let her die...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 15:58:44 GMT -5
Freya just shrugged when he completely ignored her offering. With a sigh she set it on the ground. If he wanted it, he could pick it up later, and if he wanted to starve to death.... Well she wouldn't stop him. He'd just come back after anyway. She was moving to leave, when he finally spoke. Slowly she turned back to face him, both eyebrows raised in a 'are you serious?' sort of way.
"..... You really don't know the answer?" She smirked a little then, running her fingers through her hair. "Aren't you the one always saying not to trust others? Well that's exactly what they are doing. You made a mess of New York, just about killed me before saving me, traumatized half the students. No one knows what you might try to pull next, so better to be safe, then sorry."
His next questions made her sigh, the woman shaking her head. "Why are you asking me this? I'm not the one keeping you here. You should ask the X-men that." A short pause. "But, if I were to guess, they probably want answers. Or to make sure you don't go back to New York to finish what you started."
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 16:09:01 GMT -5
"You attacked me first both times, and killed me once if I might add." Though his voice was still calm, and very metallic, it was cold as well. He no longer wanted to play these games, he wanted to leave and if they wouldn't let him leave, then he would eventually have to make them, "Your students were scared of my armor, I had no time to explain to them that I was there because I was saving you. Perhaps next time I will just watch you die." If Freya really was attracted to Rory, that would probably hit her like a punch to the stomach, especially the way he said it; or so he hoped.
If only she realized what keeping him here was going to do to them, "The longer you keep me here, more of them will come, and keep coming until everyone here is dead and the building is razed to the ground." He was also tired of trying to convince these people of what was going on, if they wouldn't listen to him the first time he knew they wouldn't now... but he had to try.
"If I was able to finish what I started in New York, that Cain you are all so fearful of would be dead... and I would have learned the whereabouts of a threat that makes him look like one of your inexperienced students here..." Rory let out a sigh, and remined silent for a moment, before stepping toward Freya, she was beginning to look more familiar to him. Not because he knew her now, but it was as if... he had always knoown her, the feeling was hard to shake.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 16:38:38 GMT -5
Rory did have a point.... A point that made Freya grin wickedly. "You act like that's the first time I've killed you." Of course, he didn't actually remember those other times.... Still, he hadn't actually tried to kill her in return before now. And as he expected, she was struck speechless by his next comment. Quickly she had to reminder herself that he didn't remember her, that Rory wouldn't say that if he remembered her.... Still, her anger flared as she glared at him. "I'd like to add that I wasn't actually dieing a few days ago."
Slowly Freya folded her arms across her chest, still glaring. "Do you plan on telling us who 'they' are, and why they're after you?" What had Rory done to get people like that after him? Somehow she knew it had to do with the secrets he'd been keeping from her before...
Again, her anger flared a little, but not nearly enough to make her attack him again. She didn't say anything though. She knew that if she did she'd probably just make things even worse. She wasn't afraid of Cain. She wanted to humiliate him the way he'd humiliated her.... Seeing him step closer though made her scowl. She really wasn't in the mood for another fight, and this Rory seemed more interested in fighting then anything else...
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 16:57:01 GMT -5
When Freya spoke about killing Rory more than once, he cocked his head slightly, what was she talking about? Surely he would remember being killed by her, yes there were deaths that he didn't remember but they were from centuries ago. If he had any recent deaths, he would have remembered them... Right? Surely he would have. He strained trying to remember something, blurry images of... Snow, and horrible wind came to mind, but he couldn't remember anything else.
As she spoke again he was snapped back to reality, "You weren't dying yet. I could have chosen to ignore them, and they would have eventually had their way with you, then killed you... Next time I won't make that mistake I suppose." He said coldly once again.
He didn't stop moving towards her, taking calm steps closer and closer. He continued walk, arms behind his back, until they were so close he was practically touching her. Slowly his visor began to move away from his face and sink into the rest of his suit like water, revealing Rory's face once again. "I told ya I can't tell ya who they are..." He leaned in close to her, so that their faces were only inches apart and whispered, "But I can show ye... Not in here though, it has ta be somewhere private."
Slowly he leaned away from her, though didn't back up, "Only if ya let me out Alainn... I promise to be a good boy." A slight smirk crossed his face. He would be good... well... as good as he could be, which wasn't saying too much.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 22, 2011 17:20:47 GMT -5
Even without seeing his face Freya knew he was confused, probably trying to remember the deaths. She didn't push the subject, just shrugged, in case he was looking. If he wanted to know about them, he'd ask. If not, there was no point telling him.
She was scowling yet again. Of course he was right, even she knew that. That didn't mean she had to verbally admit it... In her mind, it was like admitting defeat. And she didn't do that. It was probably why she didn't back down as he got closer, holding her ground in that same rebellious manner. All she did was tilt her head just enough to continue to stare into the visor of his helmet... And then eyes when it seemed to melt away.
"..... Should I believe you?" Should she? This was Rory, after all! But he was different... Should she just assume he was just trying to get her to let him out, or that he was being completely and totally serious? When he added the 'good boy' comment, she chuckled. "Oh really? I didn't think that was possible." Suddenly, she smirked, having an idea. "If you're being serious, I have one condition. The suit stays here. You'll traumatize those poor students again otherwise." A short pause as she realized something. "Someone would give you clothes if you agreed, of course."
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 15:55:09 GMT -5
Rory barely blinked as Freya stared at him, as if trying to decide whether he was trustworthy or not. He made no motion, no hint of wanting to take advantage of her trust of him. When she finally began to speak Rory smirked a little, "What I say doesn't matter, does it? Ye have already made yer decision..." He said when she asked if he was trustworthy. She had, he knew she had made the decision as soon as he asked.
"It's not possible, but I can restrain me self for the time being." He said with a slight wink. When she suggested that he take off his suit and he was hesitent to answer at first, "I don't know, I think I'd traumatize the students more if I walked around without it... Are ye just trying to get me naked?" He asked with a raised brow.
After several more minutes of silence, Rory looked down at her again, as they were so close he had to, "Fine... I'll take me suit off, but you have to stay here... I want to keep me eye on you, and if anyone touches me suit while we're gone, I rip out yer throat... Agreed?"
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 16:34:05 GMT -5
It seemed that Rory didn't need his memories of her to understand just what was going through her head. The idea was a little scary, but reassuring in the sense that he was still the same... Sort of.
Both her eyebrows were raised in a half mocking, half questioning way. "Really? And how long do you suppose you can stay the way?" If you were to ask Freya, she'd say thirty minutes, tops.... As long as nothing exciting happened. At least, that's what she would think before. Now, with him not having his memories.... She'd guess ten minutes, at most.
Freya chuckled, grinning a little. Of course he didn't want to agree. She didn't really expect him to. But, there was still a small chance he'd agree... Which was why she'd mentioned them getting him some other clothes. "What? Are you shy?" She was still smirking.
Surprise crossed her face when he actually agreed, though he instantly came up with his own terms as well. That was just like him. She softly chuckled, shaking her head. "I didn't think this was a negotiation." Finally though she shrugged. "Alright, fine. If that's what you want." She stepped away, and to a small panel on the wall, the com system. A light turned on as she pressed the talk button. "Hazel, our friend needs some clothes, we're going out for a bit." After that, she stepped away, still smirking.
In only a few moments the door hissed open, Hazel standing there with a plastic bag filled with clothes in hand. Seeing as neither Freya or Rory were near the door, neither felt the affects of her power... If either moved for the door though, they'd collapse. With a sigh she tossed the bag to the man, looked at Freya like she was crazy, and left, the doors sealing shut behind her.
All the while Freya just shrugged, and sat down, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. "Don't worry, I won't look."
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 17:50:16 GMT -5
"Don't make any sudden moves, and I'm sure I can stay like that all day." he said with a smirk, it was nice to actually have this woman being somewhat friendly to him. Then again, he wouldn't admit it to her, but he quite enjoyed fighting her. It was refreshing to fight someone that was powerful, and wasn't egotistical and made him think on his feet. It was... fun? Yes, it was actually fun.
Finally the door to the danger room opened again and in stepped Hazel. The woman Rory recognized that had knocked him to the ground... Twice, and completely knocked him out once. When she tossed the bag to him he glared wickedly at her. Oh how he wanted to rip out her throat and hold it over her gloating face... Violent thoughts perhaps, but it was a violent world. You had to be violent to win... and Rory was a winner.
"Shy about what?" Rory said coyly as he pulled the clothes out the bag. Oddly, they were all perfectly his size... In fact, they looked like clothes he would have picked out... Very odd indeed, but he didn't let it get to him, "Ya won't look? What, are ye shy?" Rory said with a smirk, turning the question back on her playfully as he turned a dial on the chest of his suit.
It looked as though steam hissed out of it as a line appeared on his chest and down the side of his legs. Slowly the suit opened up by itself and Rory stepped out calmly. Though he wasn't exactly hiding anything, he didn't intend on staying in front of these cameras like this for too long so he got in his pants quickly.
"Alright, I'm done... Now, if ye lead the way to somewhere with... less eyes." Rory said as he glanced toward where he saw the heat signatures in the wall, he knew it had to be a one-way sheet of glass or something, "I'll show you everything ye need to know." As he said this, he unfolded his shirt and slid it on. "And many things ye'll wish ye never saw." This was said quite a bit quieter than the rest.
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