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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 26, 2011 16:33:14 GMT -5
"Je n'ai aucune idée de ce que vous parlez des... I mean... I have no idea what yer talkin' 'bout alainn." Rory said with a wink, speaking in French first in almost a mocking manner. Yes he had always known French, in fact, he knew quite a few different languages; it's something you pick up after being alive for several hundred years. Yes as well, he had also known everything she said in French when he was around her, even the times when spoke it thinking he didn't understand it.
Rory had ignored the first comment Freya made, choosing not to answer her question. She had cornered him with that question, trying to force an answer out of him that she could use to prove that she should be here or go with him, Rory wasn't going to fall for that. So instead, he stayed silent for the time being.
As he carried Freya, following the Canadian who offered Rory his home, he gave a slight glance down at her. The cut look worse, and no doubt she was freezing, not to mention she herself looked worse for wear. She needed doctoring, and yet she still had time to laugh at the Canadian man, for a reason Rory couldn't figure out... Maybe she was beginning to get a little delusional from her wounds...
Rory stepped up his pace a little, closing the distance between himself and the Canadian villager. Likely due to Rory's impressive stature, as Rory walked closer and claser behind the man, the man began to move quicker glancing over his shoulder at Rory with a little bit of fear in his eye each time Rory got close.
Soon they were walking up to a quant little two story house and stepped inside, it appeared as the man lived alone and it was only then that Rory noticed just how old the man looked. The house was full of old wood furniture, wood floors, wood everything really. It looked almost as if the house was built by hand... Considering the village they were in though, it most likely was.
The man lead Rory up some stairs and opened the door to a large bedroom, gesturing for Rory to step inside. "Merci." Rory said again, then asked the man if he had any bandages or wraps that he could use to help Freya.
The man nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Rory slowly walked over to the bed and gently set Freya down on the bed, adjusting her shirt so that the old man wouldn't get a show when he came back.
Leaning down beside her he spoke, "Why is ih tha' when we go somewhere, ye either end up in the need o' medical attention er I end up dead?"
The smile on Rory's face slowly faded as he glanced around the room, then back at Freya, "This is a nice place... Ye can stay here until ye heal up." Rory said, avoiding looking in her eye as he only said that she could stay here and never mentioned staying with her...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Aug 26, 2011 17:17:46 GMT -5
”Great… That’s nice. It means you understood all those insults…” It wasn’t a secret, when Freya wasn’t feeling mean enough to insult Rory to his face, she would ramble off in French. Well, that was fantastic. Not all of those insults had been PG friendly either. Or even PG-13….
She wasn’t snickering anymore, but that smile was still her lips. He hadn’t spoken the whole time he lead them to his home after all. She was sure though… That if he did speak, she’d at least grin again. Sadly, her focus was wavering, so she didn’t seem to notice the man’s jumpiness, or even what the house looked like, inside or out.
It was strange, hearing Rory speak French. He sounded just like a native speaker. She preferred his Irish accent. It was just…. Weird hearing him sound French. Creepy, actually. Smiling a little, she stared up at him. ”Because, both of us are far too violent for our own good.” They always seemed to find a fight somewhere. So… No surprise. At least to her.
Then… He said the one thing she was not in the mood to hear. Her staying behind while he left, probably never to come back. Without any hesitation, she shifted, careful not to accidently expose anything…. And kicked him. She regretted it after, considering her injuries it killed to move, but he deserved it. Even if there wasn’t any power behind it. Usually, she would just heat him up to voice her anger, but seeing as her power was still ‘waking up’, she had to settle for that. ”Ouch…..” She paused for a moment, wincing, before glaring at him. ”Are you seriously considering leaving me here with some stranger? Some male stranger?” Rory got jealous, extremely jealous. But so did she… Either way, she was trying to use that jealous against him now, emphasizing that leaving her here meant some strange man being the one caring for her injuries….
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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 26, 2011 18:05:47 GMT -5
Rory smirked slightly, "Yes, an not only did I understand ih... I am sometimes surprised ye kiss me with that dirty mouth." Rory said with a wink, he was speaking somewhat truthfully. There had been quite a few instances when Freya had said things that surprised him, he still had a hard time imagining such sweet lips saying such bad things. Though he never said a word because he knew how mortified Freya would be if she found out he knew what she said, not to mention it never bothered him. Sticks and stones and all that...
"Too violent... Wha' does tha' mean exactly?" Rory asked sarcastically. It was true, he and Freya were both just a little too aggressive for their own good. Sometimes if they tried to do something diplomatically it probably would've turned out better than rushing in, guns blazing, shooting first and trying to negotiate later. One thing was certain though, people were more willing to be diplomatic when you killed all of their buddies. To be honest, that was something that attracted him about Freya, he loved how aggressive she was. Most women weren't like that, she was definitely unique in more ways than one.
Rory continued to sit on the bed and look around the room until suddenly he felt a small push on his the side of his suit. Glancing down it had been obvious that Freya had kicked him. Considering she was wounded and probably shouldn't be moving like that, it hadn't been a smart idea. Considering that Rory's suit was made of metal and he could barely feel the kick made it even more so. When she complained about the pain Rory was quite for a few minutes, looked at his suit, then looked at her, "Ye didn't think that through did ye?" He said with a cheeky grin, he knew why she kicked him, but the fact that she did almost made him laugh.
After a few minutes the old man came back in the room, Rory stood up and met him at the door. The man handed Rory some bandages, medication, and a new shirt. The man said it had been his wifes and she was about Freya's size so he thought it would work. The man gave Rory another strange look as he glanced over Rory's armor, but decided to do the smart thing and not say a word. Instead as he closed the door he muttered something about "City people and their strange styles".
The door closed softly behind the old man and Rory returned to Freya's side. He sat the bandages by the nightstand by the table and held the shirt up, it was a fiery red shirt that was cut low in the front, "Ye think his wife was a stripper?" Rory quipped, the cut wasn't THAT low, but low enough.
"...Are ye really tryin' to make me jealous, er protective about leavin ye hear with him?" Rory pointed at the door, "The man's in his eighties, er older... If he could do anythin' to ye... That would almost be impressive." Rory said thoughtfully as he pulled Freya's ripped shirt off.
It wasn't like he hadn't seen her top bare before, and considering the amount of blood and deep wounds on her torso, it was anything but sexual. Grabbing one of the bandages, he dipped it in some water the old man had handed him and began wiping away the dried blood to see how bad she was hurt, "So yes... I think ye should stay here..." There was no hint of a smile on his face, he was very serious and the way he said it, it was obvious it wasn't up for discussion.
Trying to distract her from what he just said, he quickly spoke again, "By the way, why is ih tha' every time we ge' alone in a room ye end up takin' yer shirt off?" A slight smirk touched the edge of his lips as he wiped away more dried blood.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Aug 26, 2011 19:18:12 GMT -5
Rory was right. She was mortified that he knew what she’d said. Still, she managed to recover quickly. ”You deserved it every time.” Well… Sort of. She only used the foul language when he really got on her nerves. Sadly, it wasn’t that rare of an occasion.
Yeah. Moving was a bad idea. Kicking a metal suit…. Smart. Very smart. She shouldn’t be moving, or kicking people, with her injuries. All it did was make the pain worse. Still… Freya thought it was worth it. She scowled at him, trying to ignore the pain as Rory spoke. ”…… Not really.” She sighed, relaxing on the bed once more. She’d just have to kick him again when he wasn’t wearing that god forsaken suit.
She smiled a little when she heard the Canadian French again, silent until the older man left. When he was gone, she quietly chuckled. ”Canadians are strange.” She sighed, still smiling. Seeing the shirt and hearing Rory’s reaction, that smile turned into a grin. ”I have plenty of shirts way more revealing than that.” Rory knew that first hand. Once such shirt had broken his concentration in the Danger room, to the point that the room had pulverized him. Sadly, he didn’t remember the event, so she couldn’t rub it in his face.
Freya sighed. Yeah, it was a stupid attempt to make him jealous, and have second thoughts to leaving her there. ”Couldn’t hurt to try…” She would have gone on in an attempt to convince him not to leave her there. But… Well, it didn’t seem she had much of a chance. She was the one that actually couldn’t move. If he decided to leave without her… Wasn’t much she could do about it. Especially considering he’d probably leave before she could recover enough to even try and stop him. She flinched when he touched one of the wounds, obviously trying to be careful as he cleaned them.
”You’re the one who always takes it off. Not me." She paused for a moment, still flinching every time he touched a wound to clean it. ”But what is it that people have against my shirts lately? I’m going to run out if people keep ripping them.” She smiled a little, closing her eyes. Laying down was definitely helping with the lightheadedness.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 12:01:50 GMT -5
"Aye... I probably did at tha'." Rory said with a grin, knowing some of the stuff he did and said, he probably did deserve most of it. Something was still very strange to Rory, about Freya. The fact that only hours ago she was so furious at him she really wanted him to die, and now she was upset but not specifically by him. It was a bit perplexing, why would she forgive him so easily? Well, not completely forgive him, but at least stop being angry with him. Well... She hadn't completely forgave him, but at least she was talking to him... That was something.
Then, as Rory thought about it, he realized why her demeanor had changed. Honestly he knew it all along but it was becoming more apparent just how much she cared about him, it was as much as he cared about her. In fact, that was far more perplexing to Rory than why she forgave him, was why did he care about her? Rory didn't care about anyone, ever. The world could burn and he would just stand by and watch. Yet now, someone even touches Freya and he will rip their head off... Quite literally.
As she spoke he was only half listening, his mind was still on the fact of how bad she wanted to go with him, and her comment about being alone. Finally he had gotten all of the dried blood cleaned off so he could actually see the wounds, "Well, good news is ye will be fine. They bled a lot bu'... They aren't deep ah all." In fact, by the time she got her powers back fully and used them, the her powers would probably cauterize and heal the wounds quite a bit more. Still, Rory took out the bandages and began to wrap Freya up.
His mind seemed to be on repeat though, of Freya saying she didn't want to be alone, to the point where he didn't hear her quips about him always taking her shirt off. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, "Why do ye wan' ta be with me so bad? Why would you march straigh' inta the mouth o' hell... Jus' cause I was goin' there too?" It didn't make sense, why did she care about him so much.
"Why would ye... Wai' a minute." Rory paused, in all this distraction there had been something Rory had overlooked. Why hadn't the man blinked an eye when he saw Rory's weapons? Why was every light in the village off except for this one house, why hadn't they seen anyone else. Slowly Rory stood up, after finishing Freya's bandages and tossed her, her shirt.
Then he carefully walked toward the door and held his hand up to his lips as he looked back at Freya, telling her to be quiet. Carefully he opened the door and shouted out, "Sir, could we use some help up here." Rory yelled this in English, then stepped to the side of the door and waited.
After a few seconds the sound of the old man walking up the stairs became evident. Then, in a few more seconds the door slowly creaked open and the old man stepped in, not noticing Rory behind the door and only seeing Freya on the bed. The man asked what he could help with, in French. Before he could finish Rory stepped behind him, grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him to the floor by Freya.
"I knew ih, when are they comin?" Rory yelled angrily, when the old man didn't say anything Rory squeezed the man's neck even harder, "I said, when are they comin?" This time he spoke quieter, the words dripping out of his mouth like venom.
After a few seconds, the old man finally spoke, "They will be here in eight hours Rory." All traces of a french or Canadian accent were absent. Instead, there was a deep and almost soothing voice coming from the man. "The Director said you would figure it out... He also gave you a choice Rory, and gave you eight hours to make that choice. If you give yourself up, without a fight, the Elensar girl will be spared." The man said, nodding to Freya.
"If not, well... You know how much the Director has wanted an Elensar, especially one of her daughters." The man sneered, glancing up at Freya, alluding to her mother in his speech.
Without warning Rory gripped the mans neck harder, and pulled back quickly, ripping the man's throat out. The old man spasmed on the floor for a few minutes, spraying blood everywhere, before finally dying. Rory was obviously deep in thought when he sat down on the bed beside Freya, putting his head in his hands. "The Director knows yer here... Great... I'm sorry Freya, I never wanted any of this to happen." Rory finally looked up at her, his face full of sorrow, forgetting that he still hadn't told her about the Agency or the Director. It almost looked like there was no choice now, they both had to either run together... or fight together...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 13:56:00 GMT -5
It wasn’t that Freya had forgiven him. Quite the opposite. She was still furious at him for what he said. But, considering what had just happened, she really didn’t want to be angry. He’d quite literally saved her thre- no, four times in one day. Twice on the helicopter, then when he jumped from it, and then once on the ground. How was she supposed to be angry at a guy who did that?
Rory was deep in thought, and she didn’t even need her ‘sixth sense’ to know that. He was totally distracted, everything she said in one ear and out the other. She would have scowled, but she couldn’t really blame him. After everything that had happened, she’d be pretty distracted too! But considering her focus was on him and her injuries…. Not to mention she had no idea what was really happening…
”That’s good.” She sighed, relieved it wasn’t that bad. It meant with some rest she’d be back on her feet in no time…. So perhaps Rory wouldn’t be able to leave without her…. Well, leave and get very far.
His question made her raise an eyebrow, a little surprised he even had to ask… And how random the question was (Okay, it wasn’t that random, but it hadn’t been the current topic.). She was silent for a few moments, trying to gather her thoughts. When she did speak though, her expression was hard to read. ”The same reason you seem so determined to keep me away.”
Just like that though, he was suddenly on guard, realizing something. With a wince she sat up, pulling the shirt over her head. She didn’t argue his silencing her, just watched him, trying to figure out what was going on. She could feel her power returning, her own body temperature being the first thing to return to normal. Sweet. At least she wouldn’t be totally useless like earlier.
Freya was silent as she watched the man return, Rory taking his chance and grabbing him. She didn’t even flinch at his rough handling of the elderly man. If Rory had a reason to be suspicious of the man, she wouldn’t argue.
”……” She waited until the man was dead before speaking, and even now she wasn’t sure how to respond. It was only when he spoke, and she saw his expression, that she seemed to be shaken out of her stupor. She’d never seen Rory like this…. ”What did he mean…?” She wanted answers, right here and now.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 14:40:16 GMT -5
Rory's mind raced when Freya finally asked the dreaded question of what was going on. He was desperately trying to think up a lie, of any kind, or trying to think of something that would take away from the truth. Finally he simply stopped, moving his eyes from the dead man on the floor up to Freya's beautiful jade eyes. Letting out a sharp sigh, he turned on the bed to face her, she had to know the truth. After all, she was more a part of this than she knew.
"Ye... Yer mother... Ugh, I dunnit know where to star' alainn..." Rory shook his head, it was a long story to tell the least, and an epic to really tell the whole thing. Perhaps if he just started simply, it would be easier.
"These men, who have been attacking me for so long are par' of an orginization known as the Agency... The agency is... Dangerous ta say the least, those men tha' attacked us in New York were only scouts, if tha' puts ih inta perspective." Rory said, taking a slight breath before speaking again, "The leader o' the Agency is known as the Director by many... Bu' his true name is Darkside." Rory paused for a moment, wondering if Freya had heard the name, or if her mother had ever told her about him.
"He's a mutant, more like a god really... He is the most powerful mutant on earth as far as I know, an' could easily destroy the universe if he wanted ta... yer mother fought him before ye were born along with several other mutants, before he became the director." Rory was speaking bluntly now, though he finally paused in his explination. He still hadn't completely answered Freya's question of what was going on, but at least this was better than being in the dark. For now though, he would wait to see what she thought of all this.
Deep down he couldn't believe how he had ended up in this situation. Why did he have to care for Freya so much? If they had just killed her he would be on his way to kill Darkside right now... But the thought of being without her permanently, her dying, made him feel a little sick. She may be a weakness to him, but she was HIS weakness and anyone that tried to exploit it would die...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 14:51:30 GMT -5
Freya wasn’t sure what to think during his silence. Was he debating to tell her? Would he? She’d known the man for quite some time, and when it came to things from his past…. Not even Freya was privileged to know.
And then, he spoke. Was he actually going to tell her? To be honest, she was surprised he didn’t just shrug it off like most her questions before. But…. She was happy. Finally he was willing to open up to her about something. Even if it wasn’t the most pleasant of topics…
She listened in silence, unsure how to really react. It explained some, but not everything. This was the first she’d ever heard of her mother’s ‘adventure’. Maybe her mother would have told the girls when they were older… If she hadn’t passed away when they were only seven. ”So he has a grudge against my mother, I take it?” The idea of another mutant being at her mother’s level was terrifying to say the least. The fact that he was still alive… Even more so. If there was someone alive that powerful… How could she not know? Actually, scratch that. How could the world not know?
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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 16:27:53 GMT -5
Rory couldn't help but chuckle at what Freya said, "Darkside is the epitome of control, bu' aye... Ta say he has a grudge against ye and yer ma would be an understatement lass."
The more Rory watched Freya and her reaction the more pity he felt. It must've been hard not knowing your parents, having them taken away from you so young but still having memories that they were alive at one time. Thankfully Rory's parents lived a long healthy life, unfortunately Rory continued his long healthy life long after his parents bones were nothing but dust, and his siblings, and his friends... Still, he felt sorry for Freya and it was obvious it was something that was bothering her.
"Yer mother fought him before ye were born... Back then Darkside was more powerful than he is now, so powerful in fact tha' he threatened ta consume the world an' everythin' in ih. Yer mom was the only one able ta stand toe-ta-toe with him, bu' even alone he would've killed her; tha's why she had help from a few others." Rory paused for a moment, letting it all sink in again. The fact that he hadn't answered Freya's original question still was beginning to bug him. He knew he had to answer it sooner or later... Might as well be sooner rather than later.
He let out a soft sigh, "Yer mother and her friends didn't know how ta kill Darkside, they only imprisoned him... Bu' I've found ou' how ta kill him since then... I can kill him." Rory spoke somewhat awkwardly at the end, what he left out was that Darkside also knew how to kill Rory, permanently. He doubted that Freya wanted to know that particular detail...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 18:10:16 GMT -5
How strange… A man she’d never met, or heard of, wanted her dead. She had enemies she couldn’t even name. Neat. ”Huh… And here I thought it was only possible for people who knew me to hate me. Guess I was wrong.” It wasn’t a joking matter, but she found it a little funny.
As for pitying Freya for not really knowing her parents… She would have hit him if she’d known. She didn’t want pity, especially his! She didn’t dwell on the thoughts. If he mentioned her father? No reaction. The woman hadn’t known her father, she didn’t even have any memories of him. The only things she knew, she knew from what her mother had told them, and what her father’s side of the family had to say. Her mother on the other hand… Obviously she was upset and angry that her mother had been taken away when Freya and Tari were so young. But she hid her reaction well.
The way he spoke…. Almost sounded like he’d been there. Sure, she knew he was old (How old, she didn’t know, he’d never told her), but… it was still strange. How he spoke from experience. Was there a chance he’d known her mother? He was trying to stop this ‘Agency’ after all, for who knows how long. Maybe he had met Amarie at some point… ”Did you know her…?”
A few minutes passed as she sighed, wincing as she swung her legs off the bed. ”So, eight hours huh? We aren’t planning on being here when they come, are we?” She was trying to change the subject. They didn’t have a whole lot of time after all!
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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 18:54:46 GMT -5
"Welcome ta my world." Rory said with a slight laugh, it was very true. There were often times people had tried to kill Rory that he had never met in his life, nor knew why they wanted him dead. After the first eight or nine times that happened Rory realized it was just natural. After all, every time you kill someone, one of their friends, brothers, or relatives was eventually going to come for your head and get themselves killed too... So was the circle of life, apparently.
What Freya asked next though, completely threw Rory off guard. He hadn't been expecting a question like that, or that question at all. How had she figured it out? Apparently the way Rory worded it, it made it sound like he had known her mother. Which was one thing Rory was trying to keep from her more than the agency. Nothing could make things more awkward than saying, "I knew your mom when she was a kid", with the woman you sleep with...
Rory let out another sigh, trying to figure out how to say what he needed to say, "I knew her in passing, aye. I had met her a few times back then, but she was Amarie Elensar so o' course I did." Rory said with another sigh, wondering how Freya would take it, "I was in Africa a' the time tha' she recruited me ta help kill Darkside. I taugh' her an the others how ta fight a mutant withou' usin yer powers because most powers dunnit work against Darkside. She and I were the only survivors o' the figh' as far as I know." Rory said, never taking his eyes off of the body on the ground. It was a bit amusing that the conversation was more awkward to him than the fact that there was a man lying on the ground without a throat.
After a few minutes of silence, Freya finally broke the tension it seemed, asking what they would do next. Apparently she wasn't going to let Rory stop her, "Well, we 'ave two options. Ye go into hiding and wai' fer me to kill Darkside and pray they dunnit come fer ye or yer family... Or come with me... Most likely ta yer death and mine." Rory said bluntly. If she wanted to come that bad, at least she should know what was most likely going to happen.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 19:14:40 GMT -5
Freya smiled. Yeah, she’d actually seen this once. Rory made enemies everywhere, and a lot of the time he had no idea who the person was. Sadly, other times he did. Tari was one such enemy. Their hatred towards each other was funny at first, but now…. Well it got a little annoying.
So he had known her mom…
It was a little weird. How Rory had known her mother before she was born. If she hadn’t already accepted the fact that he was hundreds of years older than her, it would have been creepy. Very very creepy. Even worse… If her mother was still alive…. Imagine what the woman would say…. Freya was a little to curious to find out now…
Freya stared at him in silence for a few moments, trying to decide how to respond to what he’d admitted. Finally her trademark, sly smirk crossed her lips. ”Cradle robber.”
… Really? Didn’t he already know what her choice would be? The fact he even had to give another option… ”….” She gave him a look that called in an idiot. ”Well, I don’t plan on hiding, so I guess you already know what my answer is.”
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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 19:40:02 GMT -5
Everything that Rory had said had been completely true. He had in fact known Freya's mother, and not only knew her, but trained her to fight. While Rory would admit that Amarie was very attractive, he had never had anything but respect for her, and nothing more. Besides that the woman would have roasted Rory alive if he had touched her in any other way than to hurt her (to teach her). Not only that but she knew Rory could only heal if he died, so she probably wouldn't have let him die if he did that... Rory had never seen the woman angry but she was a lot like Freya and Tari...
Either way, he did remember her, and was reminiscing about the last time he fought Darkside when what Freya said jarred him out of his thoughts, "Cradle Robber? Fer yer information, ye kissed me first, remember?" Rory actually couldn't remember who kissed who, only where they first kissed (which was an achievement in it's own rights). So he was simply banking on the fact that it was probably her.
"Fine, if yer gonna come with me, then so be ih... But they will probably be here in a few minutes, not a few hours." He knew the old man had lied, just as he knew the "deal" Darkside had made for him was a trick as well. Rory may be a bit thick headed sometimes, but he wasn't stupid. "In other words, we aren't goin' anywhere... We're gonna wait fer them... And ye need to learn how to fight if yer goin' with me." Rory's face was serious, he didn't mean train like they did back at the mansion where it usually ended up a bit steamier than it started. He meant train as in make her learn how to kill with her bare hands... just as he taught her mother.
Deep down, Rory wasn't showing it, but he was excited that Freya was coming with him. Knowing she would be at his side, and being able to see her alive, was a relief. The fear of knowing she could die though was... Better left in the recesses of his mind. Besides, Darkside knew about her and Rory now, so even if she stayed he would come for her eventually. Looks like they would be marching into hell together.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 20:06:01 GMT -5
”I did no such thing.” He didn’t even remember their first kiss! ”You kissed me first. Both times. All I did was kiss you back.” They’d technically had two first kisses, and he had initiated both. First in the maze late one night… Second in their room after he’d returned to the school…. Unwillingly of course. Freya didn’t know if he’d believe her, considering he’d believed it was impossible for him to love someone before meeting her.
”… A few minutes?” That didn’t really give them a lot of time to run… But apparently that wasn’t part of the plan. Nope. They were staying here. ”You’ve been saying that for a year. Hopefully you mean it this time.” Well, thankfully her power was starting to come back, so she wouldn’t be totally useless in what was about to happen. Moving wasn’t exactly the best idea after the beating she’d taken. Her injuries weren’t serious, but she’d lost a lot of blood. Using her power was about the only thing she’d be able to do.
”Well. If we survive this, at least we won’t have to camp out tonight.” She forced herself to her feet, flinching and holding her side. Moving still wasn’t a good idea, but she really didn’t care. She wasn’t freaked out by dead bodies, but that didn’t mean she liked being around them. ”I’m going to explore while we wait.” She’d chosen a pretty strange time to be adventurous…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 29, 2011 20:41:12 GMT -5
"I say prove ih." Rory said with a smirk, knowing that she couldn't and hopefully putting an end to that conversation. After all, he really couldn't remember who kissed who first. Though with Freya's bold flirting toward him, he always assumed it was probably her. Then again, when he wanted something, he took it so maybe...
Rory nodded at her next question, they would only have a few minutes, if even that. No doubt the man had already contacted the nearest Agency base long before he ever invited them into this home. The choppers were likely on their way as well, loaded with troops and probably a few freaks and ghosts.
They wouldn't be sending a simple party of Ghosts this time, they would know Rory was expecting them. "I mean it completely alainn. Yer powers won't do much beyond annoy Darkside, ye'll need ta learn how ta act and react without yer powers." It was amusing that he had told her a lot already but there was still so much she didn't know about Darkside or the Agency.
"An' if we dunnit survive the night... Still no camping, so ih's a win-win either way, eh?" He said with a laugh, though his smile immediately faded and he moved quickly in front of the door to block Freya's exit.
"No explorin', and ye should be restin' anyways... They'll probably send Ghosts firs', like the men we fought earlier, an if yer alone they'll just kill ye, we stick together until they come, alrigh'?" As Rory said this he realized it probably meant that they would still be exploring... but now he had to explore to because it was unlikely that Freya was going to stop because he told her to... Stubborn woman, how he hated it... and how he loved it.
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