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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 7, 2011 22:42:38 GMT -5
Rory had to admit, he was mildly surprised with how quickly Freya had in fact forgiven him. Not only forgiven him, but embraced him thoroughly in the kiss. Rory himself poured quite a bit of passion in it, but when Freya returned the kiss well... Let's just say it was the kind of kiss one would only expect to see in the bedroom, before a certain act was performed. After several seconds passed and Rory finally forced himself to pull away from Freya, he stared at her with a slightly shocked look.
"chumha dea-" Rory said somewhat quietly, "Did ya miss me alainn?" He asked with a slight chuckle.
As she mentioned a shower Rory raised his brow slightly, making the deep gash that was under his eye stretch even further, "Shower eh? Sounds like ye just want me ta get out o' me clothes." Rory said loudly, not caring who heard, letting his hands slide down Freyas body, squeezing her rear end playfully and in full view of her company. If anything was ever apparent about Rory, he rarely cared what people that of his behaviour, or what was considered "appropriate" in public settings.
As Freya began to whisper in his ear about her sister though, he turned his attention back to the dark haired version of his girlfriend. Rory nodded slightly at what Freya said. So apparently this woman was Freya's twin sister, identical twin from the looks of it, and she hated Rory's guts and wanted to kill him... Well... Who didn't really? There was probably a sign up sheet somewhere in the world of people who wanted Rory dead, she'd have to take her place in a long line of people before she'd get a stab at his throat.
Regardless, he didn't know her and had no idea why she would dislike him. After all, in Rory's mind he was a loveable and friendly man, like a giant teddy bear right? A teddy bear with sharp claws but hey, still sweet and cuddly (like a cactus).
"Well uh, long time since I saw ye too... eh... Freya's younger sister." Rory said, having no clue what the womans name was. Slowly Rory stuck out his hand for her to shake, "How've ye been?" He said with a slight smile on his blood spattered and cut up face, oblivious to the fact the woman was obviously mad at Rory. After all, Rory's intuition of women had always been bad... That and well, she was already hostile toward Rory so... He kind of wanted to see what happened if he pissed her off...
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Post by Night Wolf on Aug 7, 2011 23:32:47 GMT -5
Night Wolf had smelt and heard the man coming before the two he had been talking with had. He might have said something to them, but he didn't think anything about it since this place was unusual already and why should he not be surprised by the smell of blood and metal and the sound of something like him coming? Night had stood back and let their little scene go on since it was obvious that the red haired twin's lover and the blue eyed twin were going to have issues. He heard everything they had said, thanks to his inhuman hearing, but it was also obvious how much the blue eyed twin hated the man. The man seemed to have heard what she said, but he looked like he was more interested in baiting her into action then actually making peace. Night knew now was the time to say something before things got out of hand. Night leaned in close to the blue eyed twin and just hoped she listened to what he had to say.
" Mistress, the man knows you hate him and is trying to start a fight. If you do that, then who knows what kind of damage you will cause to this place. I'm not against you fighting him, but as a guest perhaps it would be better to put off any fighting until you are in a more suitable location." Night whispered to her in french. " Also, are you truly going to give this man the satisfaction of baiting you into a fight? I believe without a shadow of a doubt you are better then that and wouldn't it be boring for him if you didn't do as he likes? It is your choice and you will make it. I just wanted to let you know some things I noticed, I hope it helps you."
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Post by tari on Aug 7, 2011 23:47:08 GMT -5
The temperature soon dropped to below freezing and every breath sent out a huff of steam. Little shards of ice started covering the windows, fogging them up and all of the drinks in the room started to freeze over. Tari was furious. Not only did the two kiss in front of her a few times…but it was the kind of kiss that wasn’t supposed to be public. It was disgusting.
But…what Rory said back to her…she expected him to insult her or even glare back. He was…polite! Tari’s eyes widened with surprise, but the temperature did not change in the slightest. Something was wrong with him…it was as if he had never seen her before. He didn’t recognize her! At first, it was like gas was poured on the fire. How dare he?! After all he put her and Freya through, after everything, he didn’t RECOGNIZE her?!
“You bastard. You actually don’t recognize me, do you?” But…as realization hit her, she laughed. A cold, mocking laugh that made shivers run up your spine. “The GREAT Rory Ashe actually lost his memory? How pathetic. You’re weak, letting yourself get beaten that badly. Tell me…how wonderful is it to lose your memory of everything? Of everything that was important to you?” Tari slowly walked forward with ice tracing her every step towards Rory.
Her breath came out frigid and icy. “Honestly, a man who lets himself get defeated so easily by the enemy doesn’t deserve the love of my sister.” She continued forward, slowly and knowing Rory…if he felt threatened, he would attack. Tari would never let her defenses down. But she was determined to have him punished…to remind him how terrible and raw her anger towards him was. For stealing her twin sister away from her and corrupting her.
Then the newcomer spoke to her in French. But right now, her focus was on Rory. Tari didn’t hear anything he said and continued toward Rory. She didn’t care about the school and the consequences.
Suddenly, Tari launched a series of ice spears toward Rory, making sure not to hit Freya or the newcomer. They floated in midair and seemed to propel themselves forward, making sure to follow their target if he tried to dodge…
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Aug 8, 2011 0:33:59 GMT -5
Both Freya’s eyebrows raised, as if surprised he was so shocked. Really, he’d been gone over a week! A week with out HER Rory. You didn’t actually expect her to be all ‘oh hey, you’re back.’, did you? A proper kiss was only the start… ”Maybe a little.” Of course she’d missed him!
Freya laughed, swatting his hands away before he could grope her. ”Not until after you shower!” Neither of them seemed to care that they had an audience. Who knows, it’d probably do Tari some good to actually see what a relationship was like. Either way, Freya knew Tari wouldn’t be happy. At all. The girl was so conservative it made Freya gag.
Obviously, Tari was smarter then she seemed, because Rory’s far too polite greeting sent up a dozen red flags. She sighed, shaking her head. ”You did it now…” And then, chaos erupted.
The temperature plummeted, ice forming on every surface. Freya’s gaze was on fire as she stared at her sister, silently telling her to back off. Just as quickly as it lowered, the temperature started to come back up, but the tension in the room was thick, obvious that two powerful forces were at work, fighting for control. Freya didn’t do anything else though, just silently, angrily, watched her sister approach them.
When the stranger spoke though, her gaze flickered to him, the woman suddenly smirking. ”If you don’t want to get killed, I suggest you stay out of this.” He’d feel very hot then, like his insides were threatening to boil. After a few seconds though, the feeling would pass, but the threat still fresh as she returned her attention to her sister.
”Tari, do you really want to humiliate yourself here of all places?” Of course, she’d already launched ice spears at Rory then. Freya didn’t care. He could dodge them, and if they did kill him, he’d just come back anyway. Not that she liked the idea of Tari killing her boyfriend…. Suddenly, her fury matched Tari’s, but unlike Tari, there wasn’t a cold, calculating peace to her rage. It raw, wild, and consuming. All the ice melted, the air thick with static. ”If you want a fight, why didn’t you just ask? It’d been far to long since our last.”
Fire erupted around Tari, so high you couldn’t even see the dark haired Elensar. Amazingly though, the floor and ceiling remained spotless. Freya didn’t want to have to pay for repair bills after all…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Aug 16, 2011 7:52:36 GMT -5
"No' until I shower?" Rory ask with a raised brow, running his hand down Freya's back, "If me memory is correct lass... We've done ih when me body was far dirtier than this." He said with a wink to Freya, she'd know what he was talking about and it was true. Lately it seemed as though whenever the mood struck them, they just did whatever they wanted, sometimes with very little privacy. Of course, passion like that should probably have been expected from someone that controls fire and someone who has been fighting from day one.
Suddenly, their talk was interrupted as Freya's twin, who he still didn't know the name of, began ranting loudly. It caused Rory not only to focus his attention on her, but to let go of Freya in the process. He had a feeling that he hit a nerve on the woman, and as the air began to get slightly cooler for some reason, he knew his theory was correct.
Though he never said a word to her until she was done with her rant, then with an almost smug smile he spoke, "Sticks an' stones may broke me bones... Bu' ice spikes could definitely make things interestin'." Rory said with an unusual grin, almost like a child who had been let into a candy store, as the spikes formed in front of him.
Then without warning the spikes flew at him. Rory slapped one to the ground, then another, then another, then spun on his heel and roundhouse kicked one back into the wall beside Tari. Unfortunately one of them was out of his field of vision as he kicked and when he turned back around there was a gut wrenching tearing sound. Slowly Rory locked down to see a shiny piece of ice had pierced his armor, going through his shoulder and potruding out of his back, barely missing his left lung.
"Well..." Rory said calmly, reaching up and pulling out the shard of ice slowly. As he did so, his armor began to mend itself, closing the hole where the ice was, but it was obvious that Rory's body was wounded. Blood ran down the ice spike as Rory lifted it up to eye level, "...That was just rude." As he spoke the ice began to melt in his hand. He glanced at Freya, then back at Tari. The suits helmet began to close on Rory's head, and on the gloves of his suit sharp claws slowly extended from each finger.
"Freya... Just how much do you like your sister in her current living state?" Rory's voice was now metallic sounding again, as he took a few steps back toward a small coffee table. He slammed his foot down onto the edge of the table, forcing it to jump up into the air, the slammed his foot straight in the middle of the piece of furniture, causing it to fly toward Tari. As it passed through the flames the table caught on fire, making somewhat like a flying, flaming, cannonball now. Rory's shoulder stung him a little as he attacked the woman, a small screen flashed on his helmets visor showing him the wound more clearly. It was deep... Too deep, if he didn't get help soon blood loss would likely kill him. His suit would stem the flow of the blood, but not entirely. Great... What was it with Elensars killing him?
(BLegh, sorry it kind of sucks, I wrote it in about 15 minutes, but there you go haha)
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