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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 18:28:29 GMT -5
Freya just chuckled. "Are you afraid I'll try to kill you again?" Well, maybe not afraid... But he'd probably realized it would be much easier for her to kill him with out his suit protecting him... Sure, she couldn't permanently kill him... But she knew he didn't like dieing all that much, especially by fire...
Freya saw that look he gave Hazel, and laughed. He really did look like he wanted to repay the woman for all she'd done to him. At least that hadn't changed. He'd never seemed that fond of the nurse before. You could say Hazel might be going out of her way to make him hate her just so that something was the same.
Freya just shrugged as she sat there, eyes already closed. She seemed completely relaxed, as if knowing he wouldn't take advantage of her blindness. After all, she was his ticket out of there. There wasn't much use in kill her. "Oh? Did you want me to look?" She was smirking again. "Wait, why am I being accused of being shy? As I recall you basically already saw me almost completely naked. I don't remember blushing or anything though, do you?" He probably hadn't even noticed her attire the other day....
When he said he was done, she opened her eyes. "Did you have anywhere in mind, or just leaving it up to me to decide?" Her eyebrows raised a little as she rolled to her feet again.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 19:12:19 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm afraid ye'll try to kill me..." Rory said, putting extra emphasis on the word 'try', "and that this time me fist might slip, and I'd have to kill ye instead of play with ye." Rory said with a slight smirk, poking at the fact that he had the opportunity to kill her several times. Honestly, if she hadn't recognized him, right now she'd probably be laying in the medical bay of this building; dead. While Rory would completely free, running around New York once again, killing agents.
All things considered, he wasn't in too bad of a spot for his decision to stay and listen to her. After all, for once he had spent a few days without killing anyone or having anyone try to kill him. Though, Rory did definitely dislike that woman named Hazel and if he wasn't mistaken she sorely disliked him, which was perfectly fine by him. So long as she kept away from him, he knew they'd have a long and happy friendship.
When Freya closed her eyes, of course the thought crossed Rory's mind to kill her and be done with it, but as he looked over her it hit him again... He knew this woman... Something about her, this time the feeling was stronger, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Rory said as he walked toward her.
"I'm sorry, I was lil' busy saving yer cute lil' bottom, to really notice that it didn't have any clothes on... Why, are ye offering to take them off again?" He asked with a raised brow, after a few moments he was already standing next to her again, looking down at her as she sat.
"Surprise me." He said with a coy smile and wink, holding out a hand to help her up to her feet. Which, for him was a big step because generally when he stuck out a hand, it was so he could rip someone's heart out...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 19:47:16 GMT -5
Freya instantly scowled when he emphasized the word 'try'. Wasn't she the one that had already succeeded in killing him? "Are you saying I got lucky in killing you once already?" She pretended to look hurt. "Ouch. Thanks for wounding my pride. Again." She sighed then, keeping up her depressed outlook. "I might just have to kill you now, just so I can recover."
If Freya had known he was starting to at least recognize her, well, recognize her in the sense that he was absolutely sure he'd known her before, she might have started to push him, to try and see if she could force him to remember more. As it was, he wasn't giving much reaction, so she remained in the dark... For now.
He was right in front of her again, dressed much like he used to. The image pricked at her own memories, though she didn't let her uncertainty to show. Instead, a sly smirk, one that he had been far to familiar with, touched her lips as she e gazed up at him. "Aren't you setting your hopes a little high there?" Like hell she was going to get naked in front of him! Especially when he didn't even remember her!
Seeing his offer to help her up, she half froze, the woman torn. To be somewhat nice in return and accept his offer? Or be her unusually stubborn self and refuse? Even her expression seemed to say that she was trying to decide if she should be nice or not! After a few moments though, she sighed and took the offered hand, rising to her feet. Standing, she let go, letting her hand drop to her side. "Hmmmm..." Where in the school could they go where they wouldn't have to worry about prying eyes?
.... Great. One place came to mind. Their bedroom. No one dared enter the place if they knew Freya was inside... And maybe the room would jog his memories a little... Finally, she sighed, shaking her head. "If you get any ideas, I'm warning you now. I won't hesitate to roast you." Her warning probably wouldn't make much sense as she headed for the door. They hissed open, and stayed open, as she waited for Rory to follow.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 20:37:04 GMT -5
Rory was about to make a snarky comment to retaliate to hers when she gave him that sly smile and it was like a slap to the face. Rory stared at her for several long minutes without a single word, that smile... He knew that smile... It immediately attracted him to her. After several minutes of silence, and likely a confused look on his face, he blinked his eyes and shook his head. No, it was just regular attraction, to think she was right and that he somehow 'knew' her was stupid. Or so he thought.
He snapped back into reality as she spoke again, "Setting me hopes high? Well if there is any other place to set them, I have yet to find it." He said with a wink, it was obvious this woman was attracted to him... Admittedly, he was attracted to her as well, funny how fighting could bring two people together. Still though, she had her uses to him...
"Any ideas fer what? To kill ye? Don't worry, I've already had several." Rory said as he followed Freya out the door, taking note of how torn she looked earlier of whether or not to take his hand to help her up. It was even more obvious now that Rory could use her, she trusted him for reasons beyond his understand... but it was this trust that was going to hurt her when Rory showed her the truth. If she wanted to know it so bad, he was going to give it...
As they walked through the halls of the basement of the mansion and then into the first floor, where it seemed to be almost night outside again, Rory noticed something. All the students were not only eyeing him, but seemed to shy away from Freya as well, "Ye seem to have quite the influence on the students here... Where are we going?"
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 21:23:24 GMT -5
His reaction to her smile was... Reassuring in a way. It'd almost been like he was unsure, that he recognized it but didn't know why. Perhaps his memories weren't nearly as buried as she thought... "Confused?" She continued smiling for a few more moments.
Freya suddenly rolled her eyes, trying not to snap back at him. "Oh, I know that. You probably already have my death completely plotted." It wouldn't surprise her if he did. This Rory was far more violent then his old self. "Though that's not what I meant."
She sealed the Danger Room behind him, putting a new password on it so no one could open it until they returned. After all, her life was on the line if anyone decided to mess with that suit of his. After, she walked in silence, leading the way from the basement and up to the ground floor. Only when he spoke up did she glanced at him again, eyebrows raised. "That's what happens when you're more known for violent outbursts then peaceful negotiations." She shrugged, even he should have figured that out by now! She had randomly attacked him twice already, with absolutely no warning.
His question though made her slow to a stop, just to stare at him with an unreadable expression, finally though, she sighed. "Your room." She didn't say anything else, like how it was also her room, but he'd figure that out sooner or later. With out another word, she started walking again, up the grand staircase, and down the hall that lead to the Guest Wing.
The room was one of the very first, seeing as there weren't many 'permanent' residents in the Guest wing. The door opened with out the need of a key. It wasn't like Freya had ever had to worry about snooping students, everyone knew to steer clear of it.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 22:13:49 GMT -5
When Freya commented on Rory's expression, he ignored her. Of course he was confused, he was confused as hell. He couldn't remember what had happened to him the last several years. Only days ago he had been living in blissful ignorance that nothing he had done had made much of an impact. Now it seemed he had been drastically mistaken, and now he was questioning who he was even. After all, who had he been to make this woman fall for him so hard?
"Not only do I have it plotted. " Rory admitted, "I have several different endings planned fer ye." he said with an almost too cheerful demeanor. Of course he knew now that it wasn't what she meant, and while he didn't know what she meant exactly, he had a feeling it had absolutely nothing to do with fighting or killing or escaping.
When she began describing why the students feared her he couldn't help but smile a little bit, "Be careful Freya, ye're starting to sound like my kind o' woman." If only he knew how true that statement really was, it wouldn't be quite as funny to him...
That was when all the joking stopped however, when the woman spoke next and said where they were going. What did she mean his room, as in, the room he would be staying in while he was here... Or... His room. As in, the room that he used back when he stayed and worked here. As much as Rory tried, he couldn't stop from thinking deeply about it, but he tried to force himself to relax and just wait to see what she meant. The rest of their walk though, he was graveyard silent.
When they finally got to the Room and Freya opened the door, Rory slowly stepped inside. The room was fairly plain, but had quite a few belongings here and there. In the closet, he saw hangers of pants and shirts... all his size, along with... dresses? "Why are there dresses in here if this is my roo-..." It was then that it hit him, "This isn't just my room is it?" Rory asked turning to Freya, the same look he had in the danger room coming back, he knew that he knew this woman... somehow... but how? Why couldn't he remember any of it?
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 22:43:26 GMT -5
Well, at least Rory seemed to be enjoying himself, at least enough to continue joking. That was something, it meant he was less likely to kill her for no reason. "Different endings? How can they all be different if they all end with me dead?" She was smirking again, shaking her head.
His comment though, about her being his kind of girl... Her face seemed to sink a little. He still didn't know. He hadn't figured it out yet... She made sure no to look at him, so he wouldn't see the sudden twinge of depression on her face. Why couldn't he remember her yet?!
The rest of the way to the room was deathly silent. She didn't know what else to say, and he obviously didn't know what to say either. Maybe that was a good thing. She didn't have to answer any awkward questions.... For now. There would obviously be some pretty awkward questions when he started to figure things out though...
Freya leaned against the open door as he explored. She didn't say anything, or didn't know what to say until he finally seemed to realized something was off. When he looked back at her, she just stared at him with that same unreadable look, staying where she was against the door. Finally, she looked away. "No, it's mine as well..."
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 23:00:58 GMT -5
"Death... Is not always the end, and is often the easiest way out." Rory said with a smirk. It had always been his motto that death was the easy way out. If Rory didn't know you he would ignore you, if he disliked you he would verbally berate you, if he hated you he would kill you, and if you trully made him mad... well... Death would be something that you would be begging for before long, and something that he would never grant you.
After looking around the room, until he was satisfied with what he had found, or at least, had looked until he was tired of looking, he sat down on the bed facing Freya. He looked over the bed, running a hand along the top of the covers. Slowly he narrowed his eyes at the bed, as if deep in thought, he could remember this bed... but... How? How could he when he didn't remember this mansion, anyone in it, or this woman? It was as if his head was filled with a puzzle, and some of the pieces were missing and pieces that weren't even part of the puzzle were thrown in to mess it up.
Finally he looked up from the bed several minutes after Freya spoke, "I thought so..." He stared at Freya for several minutes, looking into her eyes, you could see in his face that is was like she looked familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on anything... "Well, it's a great room alainn... But I can't remember ye, maybe I could've had ye not killed me a few days ago..." It was obvious in his voice that he wasn't telling the full truth, he could remember her, he just wasn't giving her the full story.
"So, if you know me so well and this isn't a sham... Prove it... What are some things I like? " Now he was challenging her, she was all talk so far, he wanted her to prove that she knew him... and perhaps make him remember...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 23:28:05 GMT -5
It was more then a little weird, Rory wandering 'their' room, but not recalling anything. It irked the woman a little more then it should have. How come he didn't remember? She just kept watching him until he seemed to settle on the bed, trying to hide her sudden change in mood.
She hated that look he was giving her. Loathed it actually. It made her want to storm out of there in a huff! That knowing but unknowing stare... She didn't bother trying to hide her distaste. Hearing what he said only made it worse. Well... If all this didn't make him remember her, maybe her unexplainable mood swings would? "If you don't believe me, then why didn't you just kill me when you had the chance?"
His challenge, made her scowl. He really didn't believe her! Well, she'd just prove him wrong. "You like making things harder then they need to be." She paused for a moment, before continuing, as if to make him think she was just 'pretending'. "You like to run five miles every morning... And sleep on your stomach. You like to sing old Celtic songs in the shower, even if you don't remember all the words...."
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 24, 2011 23:47:41 GMT -5
Rory shrugged at her question, "I thought you could answer some of me questions... Perhaps it was just a lack of judgment though, but that can be easily corrected..." Rory said with a violent look in his eye, it was obvious he wasn't bluffing about the threat. While Rory didn't know what he 'used' to be like (all he could ever remember was being like this) he was far more aggressive than anyone in this mansion seemed to remember.
Perhaps this had all been a big waste of time and he SHOULD just kill her and be done with it. Just as he was about to move though, when she spoke again, he shook his head. He knew she didn't really remember him, "Wrong answer alainn..." Rory said, standing up slowly, but then she continued.
Rory froze in his place, she could've known he slept on his stomach from watching him while he was knocked out. Perhaps she knew about him running from the fact that he was fit and it was just a lucky guess, but the fact that he sang Irish ballads in the shower and couldn't remember the words? Not another soul on earth knew that...
He stared at her again for a long few minutes before speaking, "Well... If you know that I sing in the shower, that I sleep on my stomach, and if this really is our room..." Rory said, taking a slight step forward, "Then I guess that means... Ye've already taken yer clothes of fer me before, wouldn't hurt to refresh me memory... eh?" He said with a coy smirk.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 25, 2011 0:01:23 GMT -5
Freya only seemed fazed by his 'somewhat' threat and look, for a moment, before returning it with her own 'just try it' stare. This might be Rory, but if he did attack her, she can, and would, defend herself. And she wouldn't hold back.... Just because she knew he'd come back.
It seemed like he just might try to kill her, up until he heard the rest of what she said. The woman actually looked a little smug by his surprise, proud that she'd managed to surprise someone like him. It wasn't something that happened everyday, after all! Even when he did have his memories! She had to relish these moments, because who knew when she'd surprise him(well, surprise him enough to show it) again?
She was just about to speak up, ask him if he wanted her to keep going or if he was satisfied, when he started. She stared at him, eyebrows raised, wondering just what he was up to... Before she scowled. Oh, so they were back to this, were they? She didn't step away from the door, as he got closer, just crossed her arms defiantly across her chest. "...." She decided not to mention that he was the one that had removed most of her clothing everytime they had decided to be intimate... "Yeah. Not likely. Not until you can tell me where our first time was." Sure, it was a little unfair, considering he couldn't remember their trip to the Himalayas, but when was Freya ever fair?
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 25, 2011 0:29:45 GMT -5
When Freya folded her arms so defiantly, Rory couldn't help but grin. She was more stubborn than any person he'd ever met. Not just stubborn, but actually sought out to go against whatever the other person wanted her to do. True, Rory hadn't intended her to actually do anything but with how quickly she went against what he asked, it was quite amusing to him.
Again when she said that it wasn't likely, he was about to turn back around until he heard the word 'unless'. So... They were bargaining over it now? He had tried to kill her twice only a few days ago and she was willing to bargain for it? Hell, he had been killed by her a few days ago, why was he so willing to negotiate... Perhaps it was simple curiosity, either way, her challenge couldn't be met because he couldn't remember.
"I'll be honest alainn... The only thing I can remember when I try to think about ye is snow... Mountains... Nothing else, not even sure if they're real mem'ries. " Rory said with a shake of his head, "But doesn't really matter does it, eh?"
As he spoke he walked over to the bed and laid down on it, "'Cause if we really were together, then tha' means ye aren't getting anything either... But unlike me, ye remember what yer missin' so..." He stretched his arms behind his head and relaxed on the bed, "Sucks to be ya." He said with a coy smile.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 25, 2011 0:44:00 GMT -5
Freya was odd, she didn't like agreeing to anything anyone said, even if she didn't have any reason to disagree. She just did it.... Because she just didn't want to give the person the satisfaction of knowing she was on their side. Plenty of people would call her crazy for that, but that was Freya for you...
She didn't expect him to take her that seriously. Why would he? He was just playing with her! A fact she wasn't to happy with. So... when he did speak up, she was expecting something.... Well she just wasn't expecting what he said. The woman stared at him, frozen in place, pure shock on her face.... and struck speechless. Snow and Mountains....
How long she stood there in complete silence, it had to be at least a good few minutes. Finally though she managed to regain control of her body, forcing herself to move away from the door, taking just enough steps closer that she could stare down at him as he relaxed, shock still written all over her face. "They..... They're real memories...." She wasn't to sure what she was supposed to say, but... For some reason she felt the need to explain what it was he saw... "You're remembering... When we were at the Himalayas... Gathering information on Cain..."
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 25, 2011 1:16:48 GMT -5
As Rory laid down on the bed, staring up at the roof, he took personal pleasure in known that he was probably pissing that woman off. He couldn't explain why, but he actually liked this girl. It was much more fun doing this to her than it was fighting her. Interesting that he could actually find entertainment without having to kill something or someone to get it. This was the first person he had met that it was like this though. Well, admittedly, he often bantered with the people he was fighting, but it was only to mock them before he killed them. This prey mocked back, it was enjoyable.
Rory was expecting a comeback, but one never came. After several minutes of silence he looked over at Freya to see a shocked expression. Rory simply raised a brow, "So... I 'ave real memories of snow... That's impressive." Rory said sarcastically, this woman was proving to be less help than he thought.
"Cain, the fellow in New York?... Why would we gather information on 'im? He makes himself known fairly easy lass." Rory said, turning his eyes back to the roof, "Well, if I remember that... Then maybe I can remember more somehow..." Rory said, almost talking to himself, "Yer right though, I cannit remember the first time ye took those clothes of fer me... But doesn't mean there can't be a new first. " Rory said with a wink, glancing at her, he knew she wouldn't, but he was just taunting her nwo.... not realizing how much she was helping him remember.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 25, 2011 1:30:37 GMT -5
Okay, perhaps him getting sarcastic with her when she was honestly trying to be 'somewhat' nice, and help him remember wasn't the best idea. All it did was make her scowl again, all signs of that former sincerity completely and totally gone. She wanted to light him on fire.... But seeing as she had no desire to replace the bed or sheets.... She refrained herself. Oh yes, she was much more worried about replacing the things she ruined then Rory's safety.
Even with Freya restraining herself, she couldn't help the suddenly jump in temperature. It wasn't extremely warm yet, but the leap was more then enough to be noticeable to Rory. Without even saying anything it was like she was warning him...
"He wasn't that well known, back then. It was right after what happened in Japan. We didn't know anything about him, really." Even with out his memories, it would be shocking if he didn't know about the attack on Tokyo, it still held plenty of impact today after all! It seemed like he was starting to take things a little more seriously.... Up until his last comment. Again, she scowled. "Doubt it." She leaned against the wall, arms still followed, head turned away in a stubborn fashion, as if she might hit him if she looked at him again.
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