Rude Awakenings [Rory]

[Rory Ashe]

Honestly, to Rory, this plane right now was like his own little paradise. In here, for the last couple hours, it felt as though the outside world didn't exist, as if for the first time in weeks things were... perfect. Sure, as much as Rory loved war, loved killing and bloodshed, it was moments like this that he truly looked forward to. Calm spots in the eye of a storm. As much as Rory loved them, he realized that's all they were though, no matter what they did this moment wouldn't last and eventually they would be thrust back into the hell of reality. There were occassional moments when Rory really didn't like his job. Interestingly enough though, there was never a single moment that he didn't like it before meeting Freya...

As they kissed each other sweetly, gently, Rory was silently thankful to Freya's protests of him wanting to go at it again. Though he would never admit it. After all, just because he could go longer than any other person, didn't mean he was a damn machine... Regardless, it was a moot point once he had realized the treachery that Freya had done. Ok, maybe it wasn't quite that bad, but in his mind, tricking him this badly was just... wrong.

"Dunnit ye dare feign innocence with me alainn... 'Cause if yer innocent, then I'm Ghandi." Rory and Ghandi being referred to in the same sentence was about like contrasting the difference between heaven and hell... Watching and listening carefully as she stood up, he folded his arms slightly as he looked down at her. Admittedly, as tired and worn at as he was, seeing her wearing just that blanket (which barely covered her) definitely wasn't helping him calm down any.

Rory watched her, as if examining her carefully, after she finished speaking, "So ye wan' me ta jus' pop down inta the neares' town and take a shower an ge' some clothes?... Ye dunnit wan' ta stay fer some tea and biscuits as well?" Rory added the last part with extreme sarcasm, unfortunately though, she had him dead to rights. Of course he wasn't going to let her "prance around" as she so eloquently put it, just the thought of anyone seeing her like this made him want to... just nuke the world to be safe.

After a few moments Rory let out a disgruntled sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose in thought, "Fine, ye win alainn... I can't jus' let ye go down like tha' though..." He didn't mean it in a jealous way, he meant it in a "if we run into some ghosts that are still alive they'll use your blaring new weakness against you. Glancing behind him, he let out a sigh as his only other option became apparent. Slowly he walked over to the hulking exoskeleton of his suit and leaned inside the body cavity of it.

Pushing a few buttons and switches, he stepped away from the suit and folded his arms, "A'righ, ye need some protection if we're going down... Ge' in." He said with a nod to the suit, "Ye'll eh... Have ta take the blanket off firs' though." Was there a hint of excitement in Rory's voice? Yes, yes there was because no matter how mad he ever was at Freya, she still had the hottest body of anyone alive (and not figuritively either.)... Didn't mean he forgave her though, just meant if he was going to do this, he might as well get a treat for it...

(SO sorry for not posting this morning, our internet has been down and yeah... frustrating)

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya made a face when he compared himself to Ghandi. ”You make a good point.” When Freya played innocent, those were the moments you should worry the most. And Rory had learned that a long time ago.

Not only did he completely ignore her cute behavior, but he even decided to throw in some sarcasm! That face she made turned sour, slightly annoyed. ”Don’t give me any ideas.” If she wanted to irritate Rory, she would pull a stunt like that. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. She was just being a finicky woman. ”Really, it isn’t that unreasonable of a request.” If it’d been possible, she probably would have given him ‘puppy dog eyes’. As it was… This was Freya Elensar. It wasn’t possible. But she did have something similar, a look that still got the silent pleading across and also saying she’d owe him if he agreed. And it wasn’t everyday Freya wanted something bad to promise favors. It’d be stupid of him to say no.

When he did agree…. Freya just beamed, she was so happy. She couldn’t help but kiss him before he looked away to do… Who knew what. Probably sulk. So, you could imagine her surprise when he went over to his suit and started messing with it. She looked over his shoulder, curious. ”What are you doing?” She watched until he spoke. When he did, she raised an eyebrow. ”Protection…? What, do you think I’m going to be attacked?”

When he mentioned the blanket she straightened it, making sure it didn’t accidently slip off. ”You just want to see me naked again.” Not that she minded. And not like he hadn’t seen her naked countless times before. You’d think he’d be used to it by now. Smirking, she stepped into the suit, sliding the blanket off and… tossing it over Rory’s head so he’d only get a small glimpse (She wasn’t mean enough to TOTALLY deny him at least a small peak..) as the suit closed around her.

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[Rory Ashe]

There were times that being around Freya, well, a woman in general had extreme downsides. Sure, he loved Freya (loved her with all his heart, mind, and soul... though probably would have a hard time admitting that), not to mention what they had been doing only a few minutes ago was... Euphoric to say the least. However, if Rory had brought a man along with him instead of a woman, the man wouldn't have given a rats ass if he smelled like... well.. a rats ass. Not to mention if Rory had just come alone like he wanted to, he wouldn't have to deal with ANYONE. As it were, his beautiful and loving girlfriend was here regardless, so it looked as though he was going to HAVE to keep her satisfied to an extent.

Rory folded his arms and raised a brow as Freya spoke, "Not tha' unreasonable of a reques'? Ah, nah... We're jus' in the middle of World War Three and ye and I are probably the only ones that can stop it, bu' we're having ta stop ta take a shower? Totally reasonable..." Rory was obviously, and incredibly, peeved. The sad part was that he wasn't so much annoyed with Freya for making the request, that was actually understanable. The part that annoyed him was himself, and the fact that he was actually DOING the request.

As Rory checked to make sure the suit wouldn't kill her if she got in it, and made sure that all of the suits power enhancers were off, he heard her speak again; questioning if she really needed protection. When he turned back around (and got the kiss from her) he paused for a moment, "I refer ye ta the comment about world war three again..." He said blankly. Of course he thought they'd be attacked... He was Rory, he was always hoping for... er... expecting an attack.

Sadly, he literally could not take his eyes off of her as he watched her step toward the suit. Did he want to see her naked?... Abso-frikin-lutely. Sure he had seen her naked a thousand times, and every time it made his heart skip a beat. The same way that Freya seemed to catch her breath everytime he took his shirt off, "..." Rory didn't say anything to her statement, but then grinned broadly like a boy who had snuck into his first peep show and nodded his head vigorously.

Just as her blanket dropped off of her, revealing that amazingly perfect body, his vision went dark... Damnit... Rory muttered somthing under his breath that sounded a lot like "brat" as he pulled the blanket off his head. By then the suit was already closing around her. Rory slowly turned away and made his way into the cockpit to start bringing the plane down.

"Oh, by the way alainn, yer gonna feel a little pinch..." 'Pinch' meaning she would feel about twenty small needles punch into her skin throughout her body. The sting would only last for about a millisecond before her entire body would begin to feel awake and alive. The needles were actually syringes that administered medication and even adrenaline. Yes, the suit actually healed you while you were in it, rejuvenating your body and fixing up any bruises or small cuts.

Freya would suddenly as awake as if she had just drank about twenty cups of coffee, as well as feel no pain, and feel much much stronger and faster than she had ever been... Now that Rory thought about it... That suit may be a very bad idea... Then again, he knew that when he told her to get in it. Sometimes Rory just couldn't help starting a fire to see what would burn, so to speak...

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Rory was being a poor sport, which seriously irked Freya. Did he honestly expect her not to be at least a little worried about her personal appearance? Not to mention…. He should know she’d be in a much better mood. And didn’t he like it when she was in a good mood? ”I don’t think the world would mind waiting a few minutes.” Sure, they were strapped for time, but considering some of their… actions, they obviously weren’t as stretched as he was trying to lead her to believe.

He seemed set on the fact though, the woman just shrugging as he mentioned the world once again. It wasn’t that she wanted the world to be destroyed, but she could be pretty selfish sometimes. And right now, she honestly just wanted to relax, and be with Rory. The world wasn’t in her top five priorities.

Freya raised an eyebrow when he nodded so enthusiastically. He was a little obsessed, to be honest, but Freya loved it. The looks of adoration he would give her. But, she also loved to tease him. So she couldn’t help but only give him a tiny look… She was surprised when he called her a brat though. Oh, she knew he ‘called’ her one all the time, but he’d never actually said it to her face! Oh well.

”A pi-?” Her question was cut off by a sudden yelp of surprise. It didn’t hurt, per say, but it seriously stung. Why hadn’t he warn her a little before hand, the bastard! She was irritated, but that irritation just…. Melted away after a few moments.

Rory had already left to begin the descent, so he didn’t see what shape the suit took as it finished forming around her body. Or…. The slightly surprised look on her face as she felt adrenaline started t o course through her veins. She stood there for several moments, a small smile on her lips.

It was like caffeine. And caffeine… Was bad for Freya. Very bad. She had absolutely no tolerance when it came to caffeine and alcohol. Which meant…. She got ridiculously hyper. Hence why Rory had never seen her drink even a single cup of coffee. The buzz she got was just… Unbearable for those around her.

A few moments passed, before she was suddenly up in the cockpit, moving faster then she’d ever before, and threw her arms around Rory’s shoulders from behind, and almost giddy grin on her lips as she rested her head on his shoulder. ”Am I supposed to feel…. Hyper?” Even her voiced seemed to have a slight buzz to it. Yup. Letting her in the suit was a very bad idea. Not just because of her sudden hyper buzz... Basically, it was a good thing Rory hadn’t seen the suit on her quite yet.

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[Rory Ashe]

"This is a military designated flight requesting landing coordinates, respond." Rory spoke calmly and smoothly into his headset, as soon as he left Freya's side he had begun to bring the jet into a descent. First rule of landing was to make sure that you were landing in a designated zone so that the military of the country didn't blast you to hell and back. Unfortunately, there was no response on the radio, just a static buzz. Rory switched a button on the console of the cockpit, maybe a different frequency would help...

"This is a military des-..." Before Rory even began there was just static again, he tried another channel, "Hello? Anyone ou' there... Respond... Damnit." Everything was static, the airwaves were completely controlled by the agency now, at least in this area. Angrily he took off the headset and tossed it aside, he hadn't planned on the Agency moving this quickly.

This was bad, very bad, people were putting up less of a fight than he had hoped, even after the ghost and soldier production facility was destroyed. Damn Freya and her stopping for clothes and shower, they really didn't have time for this. Then again, admittedly, they didn't really have time for some of the other stuff they had done either... But at least they had done that en route to the battle...

Speaking of Freya, why was she so quiet, and what was she doing back the-. Rory jumped as a pair of armored arms were thrown around him, causing the entire jet to shudder as Rory jerked the yoke. There she was... "Holy hell, alainn, wha' was tha'?!" The plane jumped through the turbulence as Rory wrestled it back into control, trying to ignore Freya's head resting on his shoulder.

After a few moments, the jet finally leveled out again, giving Rory time to actually talk, "Aye... takes too long ta explain, bu' basically the suit is makin' sure yer ready fer combat no matter wha'... Ye'll ge' used ta ih in a few minutes." As he thought about it, he had never actually seen Freya hyper. This would definitely be interesting, at least most people got over it very fast. Suddenly something hit him, he could barely breathe...

Freya had wrapped her arms around him and was hugging him, but it was crushing his chest, "Freya... Air..." Rory said, trying his hardest to focus on the flying... Ok... Maybe the suit had been a bad idea. When Rory glanced back at Freya to get her to let go of him, his jaw hit the floor, almost literally. Few things could actually make his jaw drop, but there he sat in his seat, mouth agape at the sight before him... Interestingly enough, the jet began to drop at about the same rate as his jaw as he let go of the yoke... Scratch it all, the suit had been a good idea...

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya was… Seriously getting more and more hyper by the minute. She didn’t want to, obviously, a small voice in the back of her head saying Bad, bad bad bad bad!. For some reason though, she couldn’t remember why being hyper was so bad.. Oh well, it’d come to her sooner or later if it was important. (It was. It was also likely she wouldn’t remember why getting hyper was a bad idea until she came back to her senses.)

She hugged him even tighter, with almost childlike affection. Sure, Freya was very cutesy towards him if she was in the right mood. This though… This was just… different. The way she hugged him and seemed to refuse to let go. ”What was what?”

His explanation was ‘mostly’ in one ear and out the other, Freya only half listening. Basically she only heard the part about it making sure he was ready for combat. ”Why? We aren’t going to combat. Not yet.” There was still that same buzz in her voice…. And it was getting worse.

When he mentioned air, a puzzled look crossed her face. ”Air? Air is boring.” A few moments passed, when it finally dawned on her. ”Oh! AIR!” She released him, smiling sheepishly. ”Oops. Is that supposed to happen?” Obviously she’d missed it making her stronger and faster too…

She took several steps away, trying to compose herself and resist the urge to start spinning around in circles. She lost, moving back to the back of the jet she started pacing back and forth erratically, not noticing Rory’s jaw drop, unable to look away. The suit had taken a rather… odd shape. From the back, it looked similar to what Cassandra’s version had looked like. From the front… completely different, her whole stomach visible along with a little too much cleavage. There was no helmet either, and each edge was sharpened to a dangerous point. Basically, sexy and deadly at the same time.

Suddenly, with no warning…. She spontaneously caught on fire…. Or, not caught, exactly, she was just surrounding in a raging inferno. Freya, who was probably more surprised than Rory would be, yelped in shock, quickly putting herself out and looking at Rory. ”I didn’t do it, I swear!” A small pause. ”Okay, it was me. But I don’t usually randomly catch on fire… Do I? Is there a fire extinguisher on board?” Seriously, she was getting random, very, very random. ”Are we going for a crash landing? Fun. We’ll have to find another ride if we do though.” She started pacing again.

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[Rory Ashe]

There had been some crazy moments in Rory's life, absolutely insane actually. Most recently he had been eaten by a freak, perhaps stranger was that was the time that he ate a freak... He's torture people for the hell of it, he's seen a man randomly change into a woman, and then back again. Hell, there was little that surprised Rory anymore, little that he hadn't seen, or hadn't heard of (or hadn't committed himself). Yet, the longer he watched Freya, the more his jaw stayed drop for reasons beyond the fact that her suit was amazingly... well... sexy.

It was revealing, teasing you with enough skin to want more, but then surrounded by sharp edges that threatened to cut your hand off if you tried to touch her. To say Rory was turned on by it would be an understatement. Unfortunately, after only seconds, it wasn't the suit that was distracting Rory, it was the woman he loved inside of it. At least... he assumed it was the same woman... Finally she let go of him, letting him breathe and gain control of the jet. Ok, now was a bad time to try and fly it... He switched it onto auto-pilot and put it into a landing sequence so that he could go back and take care of the... problem...

When he finally unbuckled and turned around, the first thing he saw was Freya standing there on fire. It seems that her body wasn't the only thing burning up, as her mouth began going faster and faster and faster. The entire time Rory stood there with his mouth slightly agape in either confusion or shock, it was hard to tell which. What the hell had he just created? Slowly Rory reached over to the wall that seperated the cockpit from the bay they were standing in, and pulled off a fire extinguisher.

As Freya rambled on and on, faster and faster, he calmly walked up to her, raised the nozzle of the extinguisher to her face, and pulled the trigger. The fire immediately was drowned out... But Rory held the trigger for a moment longer, spraying it in her face for a moment... "I uh... Found the extinguisher..." Rory said calmly to the foam covered Freya, holding the red can up for her to see... unable to stop his eyes from wandering down her body regardless of how crazy he thought she was right now. Hopefully what he did calmed her down a little...

The jet shuddered slightly, and the door into the cabin slowly opened and lowered onto the ground outside, "We're here, stay close and... Try ta stay quiet... ish..." Rory added on, something told him that this suit was a bad idea... a very bad idea. He grabbed a pistol he kept in the belt of his pants (which were the only things he had on, his chest was as bare as ever, revealing plenty of wounds, blood, and tattoos) as he stepped out of the plane. Outside, it was vibrantly green, with beautiful fields and massive forests all around them. A small town could be seen in the distance.

"Stay close alainn, if the agency is here I'll be sure ta give ya ta them... I mean... Fight them." The sad part was, with how crazy she was asking, it he was only half joking... It seemed the more hyper she got, and talkative, the more sarcastic and quiet he got.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya was getting worse. Her pace had picked up, there was no pattern to where she walked, and, yeah, she had randomly caught on fire. Rory, being the ‘helpful’ man he was had even dosed her with the fire extinguisher foam. She stopped her mad pace, blinking rapidly as if trying to figure out what had just happened.

She didn’t move, just stood there, still blinking like crazy, with a face full of foam. Finally though, she spoke. ”I feel like an ice cream sundae. All I need now is a cherry on top!” Yup, she was getting worse. Definitely worse. This definitely wouldn’t help Rory’s annoyance with her sudden burst of energy.

A few moments passed as she thought. Again, she had that bad feeling. ”I have this nagging feeling that something bad has happened. I can’t remember what that is though… Do you know?” No matter how hard she tried to remember what this ‘bad feeling’ was about, nothing came to mind. Perhaps Rory should have been warned never to let Freya have caffeine (Or shots of adrenaline, considering this situation.). Obviously his attempts to try and calm her down had failed. Horribly. ”I also have the feeling I’m going to catch on fire again…. You should keep the fire extinguisher close.” Thankfully she didn’t burst into flames just yet…

Quiet? Yes. Quiet was good. Must be quiet…. God dammit! Quiet wasn’t an option right now! ”Quiet is boring!” None the less, she followed him out of the jet with a strange hop to her step. She started to hum to herself, random songs that she’d grown up listening to, and Rory was likely unfamiliar with because she was messing up more than half the tune. Actually, it sounded like she was just making it up as she went. Yeah, quiet was seriously out of the question.

Wait a minute…. She stopped to stare at him when he said ‘give ya ta them’. Did he really mean that. She opened her mouth to say something.. When she spontaneously burst into flames again.

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[Rory Ashe]

It seemed that spraying her with the fire extinguisher did absolutely nothing to calm her down... Or shut her up for that matter. She simply rolled with the physical insult and didn't even seem to realize what Rory had done. Ok, now he was truly aggravated, as hot as she looked in that suit, this was a huge mistake. One of the more attractive things about her had always been that she didn't talk that much...

Though, up until now he had thought that the suit had been making her hyper, not killing brain cells. Apparently he was wrong though when she asked what had happened that was bad, "I let ya put the suit on?" That was the worst thing that had happened so far.

Though, she didn't have to warn him about the extinguisher, he was already holding it in his free hand. He figured if she suddenly lost control of her power once, well, what were the odds of it happening again? "I have a feeling like I'm going ta commit suicide... er murder..." Rory said glancing back at her. He was generally a calm man, nothing could get on his nerves, except for one thing and one thing only every time; someone that talked too much...

Finally, she seemed to shut up! Letting out a quick remark that being quiet was bad, but Rory could handle that. Suddenly, in the middle of the silence, Rory heard the crackle of flames. Slowly he turned around to see Freya on fire again, he stared at her for a moment before pushing the handle down on the extinguisher and putting them out again. This was getting really old, really fast... He needed to find a damn shower and get her out of that suit now!

Rory was walking a lot quicker now, to the point where they were in the village within a few minutes. The walk for him had been silent up until now, though his expression seemed to say it all with a look that screamed "DEAR LORD, SHUT HER UP!". Yeah, the suit was a bad idea. Rory couldn't even take the time to notice how beautiful the land all around them was, he was too busy focusing on trying to get Freya out of that suit as fast as he could... and for the first time ever, it wouldn't be so he could get her naked...

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya didn’t want to be hyper. At all. But she couldn’t help it. At all. She couldn’t stop herself! What was worse… The more hyper she got… The worse she started to feel. What the heck? It wasn’t wearing off, so it wasn’t exactly a crash, but it was probably the closest thing to explain what it was.

”Yes. Putting on the suit was bad. Very bad.” She started nodding, and kept nodding for… what, a whole minute? A bit to enthusiastic for her own good. Another face full of foam seemed to settle her stomach, and reawaken the hyper beast that had been trying to calm down.

Freya wasn’t the only thing that randomly caught on fire though. With out any warning she sneezed, probably from to much foam to the face…. And a huge fire burst into existence inches away from Rory, barely managing not to engulf him. Another sneeze, another explosion of flames. ”I think I’m allergic to fire extinguishers.” She wasn’t. The woman was just over exaggerating. Anyone would sneeze if they got foam to the face… twice.

She seemed incapable of realizing that she was seriously getting on his nerves. Suddenly though, she really did feel sick. Really sick. Like a kid that had been given WAY to much candy. In another, over exaggerated gesture she (purposely) fell to the ground and refused to get up.”Ugh…. Rush… bad….” Some of her sense seemed to have returned to her. ”Dammit Rory… get me out of this thing…. I feel sick.” Not waiting, she tried to pull the suit off. No luck. It wouldn’t even budge.

”Why did you ever let me wear it…? Caffeine… alcohol…. Adrenaline. Baaaad…. Bad bad bad bad….” She hadn’t gotten up, her whole body shaking from this insane rush that made her psychotic. Yeah… She knew what she’d forgotten until now. ”Totally… totally intolerant. Baaaaad things happen….. Reeeaaaaally hyper…. Oh God, I blame you for this!” Another sneeze, and she was on fire again.

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[Rory Ashe]

Rory nodded sarcastically in agreement with her, the suit was definitely a bad idea. All Rory had been trying to do was give her a little clothing until he could find something proper for her to put on. If he had any idea that it would turn her into, well, this... There would have been no way in hell that he would have let her get within a mile of it. As he walked along, a fire suddenly burst up on the ground in front of him, acting as if it happened all the time, he calmly reached over with the extinguisher and put it out. Then another, then another... Sadly, the extinguisher was getting light fast...

Mostly, Rory had been ignoring her talking, cries of help, pretty much everything she was saying to be honest. Once he got annoyed at something, he generally just completely tuned it out. That was until he heard something heavy suddenly hit the ground. Slowly he turned around to see her sprawled out onto the ground.... Really? As he watched her flail around like a child, complaining about how sick she felt, a sudden and incredibly wicked smile spread across his face.

Calmly he walked over to where she was lying down on the ground, "Aww, I'm sorry... Ye feelin' sick alainn? I was just givn' ye some clothes like ye wanted..." Was Rory being cruel? Absolutely. The woman on the ground had not only tricked him and manipulated him into landing, but then proceeded to annoy him beyond belief (ok, that was partially his fault... but still). Rory could be just as mean as she was sometimes...

When she burst into fire again, he raised the extinguisher and doused her again, using what was left in the red bottle, "Come on alainn, let's ge' ye inta town and I'll take ih off ye." He said as he grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her up. Though, it was barely noticeable, but there was a slight sexual undertone to what he said.

As soon as he got her to her feet he started toward the small town again. When he was landing, he picked the smallest village that was on the gps in the jet, hopefully it was out of the way enough that the agency hadn't hit yet. By the looks of all the green trees and grass, he was right. There were only about twenty small houses in the village, and by their architecture, Rory could not figure out where they were at all... Coming up to the first house, Rory knocked on the door. After a few moments a small, oriental looking man opened the door.

Rory immediately pulled out his pistol and held the barrel up to the mans face, "Listen carefully, er I'll blow yer head off... I have a woman here who needs ta use yer shower, now, so ye better let us in if ye know wha's good fer ya... Please?" The last part was added with a sweet voice. When threatening to kill, it was always nice to be polite after all... Apparently the man understood english (or at least understood the barrel of a gun) as he immediately let motioned for Freya and Rory to come in, and began to lead them to the showers... See? Please and thank you could go a long ways in today's world.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya and sudden bursts of artificial energy didn’t mix well. Adrenaline from experiences, she was fine with. Adrenaline from a shot? Bad. Very bad. Caffeine was worse. And god forbid what might happen if she consumed alcohol… Rory had, as shocking as it was, gotten off pretty lucky. With adrenaline, she at least had some control when she came to her senses. Not to mention, she wasn’t nearly as crazy. Rory might even try the suicide idea if he saw her on a caffeine rush or drunk…

She glared up at him for several moments. Totally. His. FAULT. ”You did this on purpose.” Okay, it was a crazy idea, blaming him, saying he’d intentionally done this as revenge, but honestly? That wicked smile irritated her, no matter how jittery she felt. In her mind, she was under the false idea that he knew about her intolerance to any energy boosters, and done this whole thing just to get back at her for tricking him.

At last! The dreaded fire extinguisher, which for some reason she’d been stupid enough to request he bring, was empty! ”Victory.” She didn’t speak loudly, but she was obviously glad it was finally empty… Then she realized what she’d done. ”Oh god. I’ve gone insane. I won against a fire extinguisher.”

Curse, Rory! He was basically dragging her to her feet. ”Why can’t you just tell me how to take it off…?” She seemed to miss the sexual hint as she started tugging on the suit with her free hand again. ”Stupid suit… It’s going to kill me. I swear. Yup. I’m gunna die. You better say something nice at my funeral, Rory.” Realizing what she said she let out a depressed, but still jittery, sigh. ”God…. I sound like I’m high…”

It was like extreme mood swings. Duel personalities, fighting for control. Normal, somewhat calm but evil Freya, against hyper, talkative Freya. It was so fast it was enough to give anyone whiplash.

She stumbled along behind him, only following because he wouldn’t let go of her. If he had, she would have just spread out on the ground again and waited to die. Pathetic, I know. But Freya didn’t like being hyper one bit… And it only made it worse that the surge of energy was making her way to nauseous. She watched in eerie silence as he threated a random man, who actually let them in. Inside, her head tilted slightly. ”That wasn’t very nice of y-“ Pause. Shit. Hyper side showing again. ”Ugh…. I think I’d rather run around in the blanket then go through this…”

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[Rory Ashe]

Yes, one thing was absolutely certain, Rory would never ever let this woman get any kind of caffeine, ever. It didn't make sense to Rory really, most people could control the rush at least a little bit, or at least TRY to control it. Freya seemed to just completely give in to the feeling to the point where it was making her physically sick. How could she not be trying to contro-... Ok, he forgot she was Freya for a minute.

"Not on purpose no... But tha' dunnit mean I'm not enjoyin' the results." Rory admitted with another particularly evil grin. Sure, at first he truly had given her the suit for protection, but now that he could see that it was actually wearing her down a little... Well, he'd let her keep it for a while. It was much like a kid in a candy store who was going crazy trying to eat all the candy. Sometimes you just had to let them eat until they made themselves sick to get your lesson across...

As he helped her to her feet, he shrugged a little, "Nah, ye would be crazy if ye lost against a fire extinguisher." It was true, on terms of sanity it was much better to win against an inanimate object than lose against them... "I forgot how ta ge' ih off at the moment... And dunnit worry alainn, I will say something nice at yer funeral." Rory paused for a moment as he drug her along behind him like a little kid, "I'll say, here lies Freya Elensar... She talked too damn much..." It was a eulogy of few words, but seemed very fitting for the current situation.

When they started to go into the house, Rory continued to simply drag Freya behind him. Dragging her through all of her mood swings, it seriously was like holding a rampanging, sugar fiend, child. Except, at least with a child they couldn't suddenly set you and everything within a mile radius on fire. The man, thankfully, was leading them through his house quickly; past his wife and sons, all of which looked like they were young adults, and all of which were staring at Freya with wide eyes of attraction... Rory made a note to kill them before they left. After only a few moments, the man lead them into a very small bathroom that had a single small shower.

"Thank ye... We also need some clothes tha' would fit me, an her." Rory said, motioning at his bare torso. The man bowed deeply, before he calmly turned and closed the door behind him as he left. That was strange, the man seemed incredibly calm for having a gun in his face, something told Rory they might be on the outskirts of China. Anyways, back the situation at hand, still holding on to Freya, he forced her to turn and look at him.

"Listen alainn, I cannit ge' the suit off if ye dunnit calm down. Take a deep breath, calm yer heart rate..." By now the suit should be not only soothing her 'sick feeling', but adjusting the levels of adrenaline it was giving her and slowly tapering off her supply until her body had energy; but not so much she couldn't handle it. SUddenly, an idea occurred to him, it had worked before, why not a second time? He grabbed her by both hands and pulled her into a kiss, pressing his lips passionately against hers... Ok, admittedly, he was likely doing this because of the fact that the suit had him more turned on than ever before but there was some scientific reasoning behind it as well... Not very much, but it was there..

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya didn’t understand the concept of control. Restrain herself? HAH! You’re more likely to teach a wildfire only to burn dead trees. Freya was just as wild and destructive as her element. Nothing controlled her…. Even herself. Apparently though, this trait that Rory had always loved about her, had a few downsides…. Like right now.

She was giving him the dirtiest look ever as he said he said he liked that it was making her sick. She continued glaring at him, even after realizing that she’d probably act the same way if he was the one having a ridiculous energy rush to the point where it make him sick. Huh…. Actually, Freya’d never seen him sick before…. Him getting sick in the first place would be quite the accomplishment.

”I’m still crazy though. At least more then usual.” Freya just about stopped walking when he said he didn’t remember how to take it off. ”WHAT?!” She sounded so shocked, so appalled, her voice actually went up an octave or two. He’d never shocked the woman to the point of that happening before…. No, she wanted out of this freaking suit NOW! NOT when he felt like remembering! Thankfully his next comment washed that absolutely horrified look off her face, replaced with a sour look. ”Great. Mention my moments of madness. Jerk…”

The contents of the house flew by, nothing really registering. You couldn’t blame her though, she was feeling sick from to much adrenaline, and Rory was keeping a pace that made her dizzy. ”Dizzy… dizzy dizzy…” In case Rory forgot she was still fighting said adrenaline rush, it seemed to have slipped through right there, making her repeat the word way more then she would have liked. She even went on to say it several times in French.

When they stopped, Freya’s gaze was going everywhere, left right, up, down, trying to take in her surroundings quickly, even when Rory forced her around so they were facing each other. IT wasn’t until he spoke that her wild glanced seemed to settle down, quickly staring at him. She was having a seriously hard time standing still, and if her jittery fidgeting wasn’t enough proof, she had to remind herself to keep looking at him as her gaze tried to look away every couple seconds. ”Calm..? Calm is boring.” True, she was starting to feel a little better, but not a hundred percent. Didn’t mean the adrenaline from before wasn’t out of her system yet. He’d have at least a few more minutes of crazy Freya before she could keep herself from saying absurd things-

Was Rory kissing her again?

Yes. He was. At yet another inappropriate moment. Rory was on a roll today, it seemed. It felt like cold water had been dumped on her, a small shock to her system… Enough that that insane amount of energy seemed to settle down finally. Freya pressed against him, kissing him back with a (figurative) fire that really wasn’t suitable for a strangers house. A few minutes passed, before she pulled herself away. ”Okay. I’m calm. Just get me out of this thing so I don’t go nuts again.”

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[Rory Ashe]

Once again, there was a blatant example of what the differences were between Rory and Freya. Referring back to Freya being like a warhead, out of control, and Rory being like a precision instrument, much like a dagger, became even more evident in moments like these. When Rory wore the suit, he controlled it completely, the suit was bent to his will and did what he wanted, how he wanted, and when he wanted it. True, he had been trained in the suit and had worn it a lot, but the fact of how he used it still stood out.

Then there was Freya. She was given a single dosage of adrenaline as the suit saw that she needed to wake up, and she went absolutely ballistic and didn't even attempt to control it. True, most people were loopy the first time they wore an agency suit, but most managed to control fairly quickly. Freya truly was like a wildfire, and the suit, was like gasoline. Rory doubted if she ever even could control it, because much like fire and gasoline, no matter what, when the two touched things got... Explosive. Though, truth be told, as much as he didn't like how hyperactive Freya was right now, he probably wouldn't be in love with her if she was any other way.

Rory couldn't help but smirk at what she said, "Yer moments of madness? Aye... It'd be a helluva short eulogy if I only mentioned yer sane moments." Yes, it was another dig at her, but sadly, this one was true. The few moments that Freya was "sane" by Websters definition were few and far between. Generally there were just times when she was less crazy than others...

Everything she said or was doing after that was mostly ignored by him; though he had to admit, her repeating "dizzy" over and over was more than a little odd. He was tempted to tell her to shut up after about the fifteenth time it came out. Even worse, it seemed as though she was starting to wind up yet again, her talking was getting faster and faster... Until he kissed her. Almost immediately the fiery red headed beauty seemed to calm down. Well, calm down to an extent, as soon as he kissed her and she caught her bearings, she returned his passionate kiss and pressed her razor sharp armor against his bare torso.

Small trickles of blood ran down his stomach, chest, and a few spots on his shoulders as the suit nicked his skin with it's surgically sharp edges. Though strangely, Rory never said a word, in fact, the gnawing little sharp pains almost seemed to get him... More fired up. After several moments though, they both finally pulled away, though Rory didn't say it because he wanted her to think he did it to calm her down, he wanted more...

Rory was about to kiss her again and ignore her request when the door to the bathroom suddenly opened. A young girl, looked like she was in her early twenties, was standing there with several sets of folded clothes in her arms. Almost immediately she froze when she saw how close Rory and Freya were, and apologized in Mandarin as she set the clothes down on the floor at Rory's feet. When she stood back up, her face flushed with red as her eyes flitted over Rory's bare torso, before she bowed and backed up out of the room; giving him one last glance before she left.

The sudden intrusion seemed to calm Rory's desire down just enough to force himself to speak once he turned back to Freya, "I cannit take ih off..." He said bluntly, glancing over her one more time, amazed out how good she looked in the suit... Despite how crazy she was acting, it'd be a shame to take it off, "Ye are the only one who can ge' ih off... The suit is connected ta yer nervous system and reads yer neural patterns. Basically, ye think ih, and the suit does ih... Ye have ta focus yer thoughts and tell the suit to retract with yer thoughts... If ye dunnit focus yer thoughts though, the suit will disregard yer request." Rory said, taking a slight step back from Freya and folding his arms. This part was going to be very interesting. Rory was having a hard time imagining Freya's mind focusing on anything right now...