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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 14, 2011 0:42:38 GMT -5
Fortuantely, as soon as Rory got into the slugging match with the big bad ugly, everything Freya said was lost in the heat of combat... Though speaking of heat, his suit did register a sudden and drastic increase in air temperature; strangely it was only around his immediate area though. Apparently he struck a nerve with what he said. Part of him was applauding himself, it was hard to hit a nerve that hard on Freya, but part of him was somewhat apologetic for making her so upset.... A very, very small part of him.
Speaking of striking a nerve, as soon as Rory had thrown the car, the behemoth simply grabbed it out of the air and ripped it on half before slamming one half across Rory's head. The force of the blow sent Rory flying, and landind roughly onto the street, rolling quite a ways before finally coming to a stop. As he stood up, it became apparent just how hard he had been hit. The horn on the right side of his helmet had snapped off about halfway down, giving him a bit more of a ragged look; though only made him angrier.
Just as he was about to charge into the fight once more, a strange sound behind him made him pause for just a moment. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a flash of red hair disappearing into the darkness of an alley... Freya... Ok, now things got serious. Unfortunately, before he could even turn back, another brutal blow slammed into his chest and rolled him across the street once more; this one actually making his eyes roll for a minute.
Rory staggered slightly as he got up, his balance off a little from the blow. Though his balance was off, his mind was still just as clear; a plan formulating on how to beat the beast and save Freya... again... for the thousandth time? Either way, he simply waited as the behemoth began charging him again, the entire ground shaking under the immense wait of the beast. Just as he was about to hit Rory, Rory... Ran? Yes, he began running for his life away from the monster (quite the sight actually, to see a demon running from a monster in the middle of the war torn street). Though, upon second glance one could see he was running for his life... straight to the alley where Freya had been drug...
As the freaks latched on to Freya's legs and jerked her to the ground, they could feel her go limp. Immediately their tongues tightened on their prey and began to quickly drag her across the street, no doubt causing a bit of road rash to their victim. What did they care though? It was just tenderizing the meat...
The minute they got her into the alley, the two monsters began running back, dragging her deeper and deeper into the darkness until suddenly they stopped... Using the strength of their tongues, one lifted her up into the air by her feet while the other released her; only to wrap it around her throat, and then began to pull... After all, the best way to eat your pray was to split it into bite size pieces first...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 14, 2011 1:11:18 GMT -5
This whole trip had been one near death experience after another for Freya. Seriously though, you had to give her some slack. While Rory took it all in stride, because, hell he was Rory, Freya on the other hand? There were a few times when she was struggling to keep up. She wasn’t trained for these kinds of situations, of course she was getting herself into more trouble than most thought possible. But considering she was a trouble magnet…
Anyway, back to the current situation. Freya was out cold. Seriously, out. Like, without assistance, she probably wouldn’t wake on her own for…. Half a day minimum. So, obviously, you couldn’t expect her to jump right up when they started dragging her off. She was, almost literally, dead weight. Thankfully, being unconscious had it’s advantages. For example? She didn’t feel the tentacles…. Tongues… Whatever they were, tighten to the point of stinging or being dragged across the pavement. That’d probably hurt… A lot.
Somehow though, the pain from being dragged was what brought her back to consciousness. Didn’t mean she was coherent though. Her head hurt. Like, slug hammer to the temple hurt. It made her see dozens of black spots as her eyes opened. Unintentionally she groaned…. Right before she was yanked off the ground. Even with black spots AND all the blood rushing to her head, she managed to get a semi good glance at her attackers. Figures… Freaks.
Damn, her head hurt. Even knowing she was in danger, she almost wasn’t capable of getting past the constant pounding. To make matters even worse? She couldn’t breath. Yup. This whole adventure of theirs was out to kill Freya. Even light headed (And probably delirious), she refused to go down without a fight. Sadly, flames weren’t really an option. Not when she couldn’t breath AND they were trying to rip her head of. Yeah, not fun. As if her head didn’t hurt enough as is. Her own body temperature though…. That was possible. If she could get it high enough before she really started to struggle for breath.
Pushing past the throbbing in her head (and neck) she forced her body temperature to skyrocket. It wouldn’t go as high as she wanted because of her current predicament, but it got the job done. Both Freaks released her as their tongued were seared. What Freya hadn’t expected though… Was getting dropped on her head. Again. Great.
By some miracle, she didn’t faint, but by god she wanted to. Searing pain shot through her skull and down her neck. Yeah…. Landing on your head when it’d already taken a beating was a really bad idea… Groaning, she didn’t move as she just lay there, this time not even able to push past the pain long enough to know what was going on around her.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 14, 2011 1:34:40 GMT -5
Rory had fought tougher creatures than this behemoth, but honestly he couldn't remember when. The monster hit like a freight train, was fast, and had a mean streak a mile wide... Funny enough, the same exact description had been used on Rory hundreds of times. Now that he thought about it, he and this behemoth were a lot alike. Fast, strong, and if he did say so himself, the monster wasn't to bad looking... Or probably wasn't at one time. Yep, just alike, too bad he had to kill it.
As the beast chased him, it began to pick up more and more speed to the point where it almost literally was a barreling freight train of muscle and mass. Rory himself was incredibly fast, but the beast was beginning to gain on him. He could hear the pounding of the monsters fists as it ran coming closer and closer, and just before he was overtaken, Rory was able to duck into the thin alley. Apparently the small alley didn't bother the beast as it followed right behind Rory. The alley exploded and rockedd as the beast hit it, tossing bricks and debris everywhere... and not even slowing the creature down; this better work.
Just ahead of him, about twenty yards off, he could make out a figure lying on the ground, and two more beyond that. He assumed it must be Freya, sure he could turn on his night vision to see, but honestly... He was focusing on other things at the moment. Go figure.
After Freya had seared the tongues of the freaks, they dropped her and screamed in pain retreating for a moment, but instantly coming back with a vengeance. One latched onto her leg again and the other onto her arm and began to pull her apart again until they suddenly stopped... Both freaks looked behind them at the disturbance to see Rory charging toward them, followed by the behemoth. They paused for a moment before scrambling down the alley, holding on to Freya and dragging her along behind them.
Just as Rory and the monster were getting closer to them, they ducked into an open door in the alley, sliding inside the brick building of a destroyed shop. Immediately they drug Freya to the center of the room and began to try and pull her apart again, moving a bit faster this time... After all, they sort of had to eat and run given the current situation. Damn behemoths, always making a muck of things.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 16, 2011 0:23:56 GMT -5
Ow….. Head. Hurt. Freya was completely disoriented, the world spinning so fast she honestly didn’t even try to move. Yeah, while she rarely threw up, she was pretty sure even the smallest movement would have just that reaction. Not something she wanted to happen, especially right now.
Anyway, she continued to lay there on the ground, hoping the Freaks would lose interest in her, her head would stop hurting, and Rory would miraculously show up to save her WITHOUT making fun of her. That was the biggest downside to Rory showing up. She’d likely have to put up with his merciless teasing.
Speak of the devil, or two little devils to be exact. Those Freaks had those nasty tongues of there’s around her legs around. If she wasn’t, you know, totally brain joggled, she would have set them on fire (Even if it didn’t work, it’d make her feel better).Sadly, the being dragged did not help her already aching head. Well, if she wasn’t confused before, she was now. Totally disoriented. Ow……
Lost, and confused, she didn’t even know they were trying to rip her apart, again, for a few seconds. When she did, she scowled, even with the blinding pain in her head. ”Not on my watch…” Stupid, determined buggers. It was a good thing her body temperature hadn’t dropped that much, because honestly? There was no way she’d get it from normal body temperature to burning this time. Very good thing her skin was still extremely warm. You’d think she was trying to move the moon or something, her expression strained. None the less, it definitely persuaded the little demons to let go of her. This time though, Freya forced herself to stand, even if it did make her pale a little and wobbly. They were NOT getting the jump on her again. But really, what else could she do? She was, quite literally, the definition of a sitting duck right now.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 16, 2011 0:56:55 GMT -5
The alley was exploding with bricks as the behemoth charged through the narrow passage way; it was like watching a saint bernard trying to squeeze through a cat door. It probably would have stopped the beast from following but unfortunately he had enough momentum behind him that he was literally tearing the sides out of the buildings as he ran along; spraying bricks and debris everywhere. Even worse, the monster was gaining on Rory, or so it seemed. What the beast should've know, is that Rory ALWAYS has a plan.
Just as the beast was about to overtake him, Rory jumped to the side, putting his foot onto the alley wall and pushing away. The push launched him to the opposite wall, where he did the same thing again, pushing with his foot and pushing himself up higher. As he did this, the beast caught up with him, barely missing him as Rory manage to vault above his head and... Land on his shoulders. With a smooth, and lightning fast motion, Rory whipped out his sword, grabbed the monsters head, and rammed it through the back of its' skull. The blood busted through the beasts head and the pointed stuck out of its' mouth.
Immediately Rory grabbed both the hilt and the tip of the blade and turned it to the left. This forced the monsters head to turn with it and in doing so turning the momentum of the beast from charging straight down the alley, and charging straight into the door where the two freaks had drug Freya. The beast exploded through the wall of the small shop, spraying bricks everywhere. As it burst through the wall, Rory jerked up roughly on the sword and ripped the monsters head off. As the beast fell to the ground, Rory rolled off of it's shoulders and onto the ground.
As the monster fell, it fell directly on top of one of the two freaks that had been tormenting Freya, crushing it under it's immense mass. Before Rory could even react, the second freak lashed out with it's tounge and wrapped it around Rory's hand that held the sword, immobolizing it... Bad move.
"Hasn't anyone ever told ya... no tongue on the first date... Naughty boy. "Rory grinned behind his mask, reached out with his other hand, and grabbed a hold of the tongue. With a very rough jerk he pulled the creature to the ground, loosening it's grip on his other hand. Sword hand now free, he plunged the tip of the sword into the tongue of the creature and into the ground, locking it into place.
The creature began screeching wildly and thrashing on the ground trying to pull loose. Rory calmly walked over and placed his boot on the head of the freak... Then pushed down. The freaks head was crushed under the weight and the screeching and writhing immediately stopped, "Poor thing, guess the... Strain was jus' too much ta bear."
Slowly Rory turned toward Freya, "Ya alrigh' alainn?" Though Rory's familiar Irish accent was coming from the suit, he looked like anyone but Rory. The suit was even more demonic than before with razor sharp spikes, horns, and glowing red symbols all over it. A large fire outside the small shop barely illuminated the interior, causing the flames of the fire to dance on Rory's metallic armor; truly giving him a terrifying, and absolutely hellish appearance.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 16, 2011 1:25:33 GMT -5
It sounded like there was a war going on. And, when she thought about it (Which really hurt by the way!) there probably was one going on, considering Rory was out there! Anyway, seeing as thinking hurt, she tried not to think, just focus on not letting them sneak up on her again. Falling on her head (AGAIN) would NOT be fun.
Apparently though, World War three had caught up to them, because she almost got taken out by a freaking brick! Seriously, the thing missed her by half an inch! ”What the hell?!” She turned to look, a little too fast, and instantly regretted it. She just about fell over, paling even more. Seriously. Moving was a baaaaaaad idea. At least she got to see what was going on. To a point. Just chaos. Pure chaos.
She could see in dim lighting, so normally she wouldn’t have any troubles, right now though? They were moving way to fast for her mind to keep up. Scrambled remember? All she knew, was the sudden flash of red was probably Rory. And when she heard him speak? Yup. Definitely Rory. And he was talking about dates. Brat. ”You’re such a liar. You definitely French kissed me our first date….” Her voice was barely audible, but Rory might catch it. As he did…. Who knew what, she moved a little, bracing herself against the wall. Ouch. Head. Hurt. Seriously.
Finally though, her lover seemed to remember she was there, finally addressing her. She slowly looked at him, her expression giving away her disorientation. ”Yeah. Peachy. Not counting getting dropped on my head twice.” Ouch……
A few moments passed before his appearance actually seemed to register. His suit, still the same, looked a little different for some reason. More demonic… ”Why does your suit look different..?” Normally, this would have seriously turned her on. Right now? Massive migraine kind of made it impossible. For the moment.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 16, 2011 2:00:47 GMT -5
"Tha's because I never was good ah followin' the rules." Yes, he had heard her. Though, to be honest, he hadn't really French kissed her the first time they kissed. Well, first time they kissed meaning the first time their lips touched. The second time their lips touched (meaning about five seconds after the first), yes, there might have been a little bit. However, if he wasn't mistaken, she started it... Now wasn't the time for petty arguements though.
Almost immediately Rory could tell something was off with Freya though. She was having a hard time focusing on him (which was understandable considering what happened, and the fact that it was dark). It was more than that though, she seemed a little disoriented, she needed to sit down, "Well, lucky tha' ego of yers probably cushioned the fall a little." He said, obviously joking, trying to lighten the mood more than insult her.
"The suit adapts ta me personality, and when me personality changes... " Rory said as he glanced around, they needed to find a spot to lay low and rest for a bit. A doorway off to the right had a set of stairs to it. "This way alainn..." As he spoke he stepped through the door, ushering Freya through in front of him to keep an eye on her. When they made it to the top of the stairs a large metal door blocked the path.
Turning the knob, it opened slowly. Inside was a very small bedroom, bathroom, and living area all in one room. Just like he had hoped, the shop keeper lived above the shop. The room was obviously empty, and thankfully there were no windows, perfect. A single lamp that had been knocked over at the back of the room barely illuminated things as Rory ushered Freya in and closed and locked the door behind them.
"This should do fer a bit..." He said as he stepped into the light, fully revealing the horrific sight of his suit, "Sorry... Fer pushin' ye so hard alainn... Let's take some time ta rest, we'll go at ih again tomorrow, agreed?" Rory asked, sheathing his katana and looking like a demon standing in the middle of the room (a bit odd considering he was apologizing for pushing her to fight so hard, yet looked like a punisher from hell...)
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 17, 2011 0:25:59 GMT -5
”…. Ouch.” Seriously, if they were throwing ego punches, they should be aimed at his. It was twice as big as hers. She was just more…. Vocal about her confidence. And honestly, he loved her ego. It’s what made her Freya. Would he really want her ego to deflate THAT much?
”Oh. Okay.” Yeah, she got it. Even if thinking was the last thing she wanted to do right now. When he spoke again though, she get him a questioning look, like she wasn’t sure if she should trust him or not, probably because she wasn’t thinking straight right now. Finally though, she reluctantly moved away from the wall, and stumbled towards him. And by stumbled? I mean she looked like she was about to lose her balance and fall on her face at any moment. Yeah, not that good.
She definitely had issues with the stairs, which was probably a good thing Rory was behind her, because it was more than likely she would have taken more than one nasty tumble down the flight. At the top at long last though, she just about collapsed. Yeah she really needed to lay down for a bit. She did pause for a moment though, to give him a good look over in the light. Her first thought? That the suit was a LOT worse than before. Maybe when her head stopped hurting she’d realize just how much she liked the suit’s look. So, thinking and attraction aside? She collapsed on the bed in the small bedroom, rolling onto her back with her eyes closed. Instantly she felt a little relief to her head. Enough she could actually fully process what he said. ”Didn’t push myself. I fell on my head. Kind of different.” She let out a sigh of relief, obviously not planning on moving from that spot for a LONG time.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 17, 2011 0:49:40 GMT -5
As sad as it was, and as much as Rory wouldn't admit it, yes... He absolutely loved her ego.It was exactly part of what made Freya attractive to him (besides her personality, her looks, and the fact that she truly loved him). Sure, lots of women had egos, but it was the fact that Freya could back up everything she was proud of herself about. Not only that, but most women didn't have guts to blow up an entire city when they were angry. Was her irration anger really attractive... Yes, yes it was.
"Tha's not wha' I meant." There was a slight pause, "I'm used ta workin' alone. As such, I fight by me own pace... Which means never stoppin', ever." As he spoke, he turned back toward the metal door and leaned against the wall, arms folded. He was obviously guarding the door, and from the looks of it, would be there all night long, "Never met a person tha' could keep up with ih... So, sorry, we'll rest fer a while." Freya was a lot tougher than most women, but he doubted even she could have kept fighting like him and not weakened.
Leaning against the wall and watching the door, he looked like some sort of demonic metal statue; the glowing red eyes of his helmet focused on the door. With the way his suit looked, even freaks themselves would likely be a little intimidated if they came through the door and found THAT waiting for them. After a few moments Rory glanced over at Freya on the bed, then quickly did a double take.
Her shirt was ripped in a few places and her pants were torn, revealing skin here and there all over. Thankfully it didn't look like there were any cuts, but that wasn't what Rory was focused on. As proven in the Danger Room session so long ago, the skimpier Freya's outfit, the more Rory couldn't focus on anything. Almost immediately he began fidgeting, glancing over at her like a nervous school boy.
"So uh..." He cleared his throat slightly, "Looks like ye... Need new clothes... again." A nervous laugh followed... Wait... Nervous? Damn that woman, Rory could face the threat of global annihilation and not bat an eye but a little skin on his fiance and he turned into a jibbering mess. Focus Rory, guard the door... Or so he told himself, but continued taking peeks at his lover on the bed.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 17, 2011 16:22:27 GMT -5
"I see." Yup, sounded like him. The man's stamina was legendary, probably because of his mutation, but it was to such a point where she was pretty sure he wouldn't stop for anything. Always in such a rush... Well, it was a good thing he was with her then, because Freya set her own pace, and sometimes that even meant making snails look fast, all because she felt like it. He'd had to learn some serious patience being with her.
Letting out a sigh, she continued to relax there. "I thought sorry wasn't in your vocabulary." Well, unless he seriously upset her, then he had to say it as many times as she wanted him to. But on his own? Pretty rare for him to apologize for anything. At least.... apologize seriously.
Now, her clothes weren't totally shredded, nothing scandalous, of course, but to Rory? Any skin showing that was usually hidden underneath clothing? It was enough to make him go wild. She was pretty sure even just wearing jeans with the knees torn out would be enough to make him hesitate. It was absolutely hilarious. And she absolutely loved it. Easiest way to manipulate him, and most the time, it was completely unintentional.
So, obviously, when she heard his tone suddenly change, even with that helmet on, she realized immediately what was happening. Her eyes opened as she propped herself up on her elbows, staring at him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before glancing down at herself. Yup. That's why he was suddenly nervous. Hahah. She looked back at him with an absolutely wicked grin. "What, don't you like it?" Her head started to throb a little, but she ignored it. It wasn't nearly as bad as earlier, and, if it did get that bad? Just lay flat again. Easy fix.
Poor Rory though, even with a headache, she found a way to ruthlessly torment and tease him at the most inappropriate time possible.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 17, 2011 20:50:26 GMT -5
"Ih generally is, been tryin' ta work ih in ta wha' I say more like..." Pausing for a moment, he tilted his head as if thinking, "Sorry I'm such a better fighter than ye... Sorry I jus' killed ye, sorry yer stupid. Not bad righ', lass?" The sad thing is, he sounded very serious, it was definitely a work in progress... Then again... Considering that this was Rory, the fact that the word sorry was even coming out of his mouth was a vast improvement. Even if it was being used in a way that was insulting to whoever he said it to.
It was very true, when Freya showed skin, Rory lost his composure. Now, have pants with ripped knees wouldn't actually do anything. However with the way her shirt was torn in several places, showing her stomach, shoulders, and teasing at showing more and her pants showing quite a bit of her thigh; it may not have been 'scandalous', but it was very seductive to Rory. Especially considering how attractive he thought she was, it was like taunting a person with a sweet tooth with some cupcakes.
Trying to keep from glancing over at her as she leaned up, intentionally teasing him with it now, he wasn't able to stop himself from looking, "I like ih far more than is appropriate righ' now." Rory said, hinting at how she was starting to make him more than a little desirous of certain things.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he turned and faced Freya, leaning against the wall toward her instead of the door, "The question is though... Do ye like ih?" As he spoke, he flexed his folded and armored arms ever so slightly; the ridge of spikes extending ever so slightly and the demonic glow from his suit got a little darker, causing some menacing shadows over his suit.
"Besides, ye should be careful with the taunting..." He said, a slight grin behind his mask, "Ye may be tired, but I'm not, and too much o' ih and well... May not be able ta stop meself." It was true, already there was a small voice in the back of his mind saying to just go over and take her, and as gorgeous as she looked, he managed to turn away and face the door again; giving the door his attention instead of her.... Wait, did Rory just attempt to seduce Freya and then comment on how her attempt was weak?!... Rory, one; Freya, zero.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 18, 2011 0:49:01 GMT -5
”What about ‘sorry for being a smartass’?” That was definitely something he should apologize for. And, just for saying that, it probably made her one too… Oh well, she already knew she could be one. Probably why they were a perfect match.
Freya didn’t try to seduce him anymore, just watched curiously with that wicked grin to see how he’d react. And that was basically by trying not to react. Probably because they both knew what would happen if he did. ”It’s a hell of a lot more appropriate then that time in the enemy base.”
Come on, Rory. Why did he have to demonstrate his self control now of all times? She just wanted to be with him right now! It’s made her feel better, even if he just came over and cuddled with her! But, you know, there were things a hell of a lot more fun than cuddling. If, Rory would just give in. It wasn’t like she was trying to seduce him THAT much at the moment though.
Slowly her eyebrows raised a little as his suit changed a little more. Even more demonic. He really knew what got her…. ”Hm……. I love it. I think I might need a better look though.” Now THAT was serious seduction. Usually, Freya was a bit more cunning in her seduction techniques. This blatant? It was probably a result of head trauma.
”Amour, I have one question for you. Since when have I ever asked you to stop, or even control, yourself?” She sat up all the way, crossing her legs Indian style, elbows propped on her knees, and head in her hands. Reason for her move? It wasn’t all that innocent, because, from this position, a small amount of cleavage was visible, not enough to be scandalous, but enough to tease the man.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 18, 2011 1:13:56 GMT -5
"I'll apologize fer tha'... Right after ye do." Rory was a smart ass, everyone and their grandmothers dog knew that. If not, all you had to do was watch Rory fight for a few minutes. It was impossible for him to go ten minutes in a fight without making some witty retort or negative comment about his opponent. However, Rory's smart assery was only in combat, mostly... Freya's extended well beyond that and it was rare for her to ever saying and NOT have it be some sort of smart ass comment. That being said, if anyone needed to apologize, it was her.
What she said next made Rory pause for a moment. Sure, she was right. Now was far more appropriate then, by a mile. Though, he wouldn't admit that (largely because he was the one who started it then and he didn't want to admit it), "Tha'... Was heat o' the moment... lost me control fer a second, won't happen again." Though he didn't intend it to, THAT sounded far more like a challenge than he intended it to.
When he finally settled back into his position as sentry to the door, what Freya said made his head jerk toward her slightly. "Oh really?" The tone of his voice was flirtatious, quickly he shook his head, "I mean, ye can wish all ye wan' lass... Sometimes ye best be careful wha' ye wish for, cause ye might get ih." He said, hinting at what happened when Freya made him lose control before.
Trying to focus back on the door, and honestly not on anything near Freya, he couldn't help but turn back to her when she asked a question. What met his eyes made his jaw drop inside his helmet and he slipped slightly on the wall, quickly catching himself and standing upright again. "Ye really wan' me ta not even try ta control myself... Ha, ye couldn't handle tha' lass." He said, though inside, he wanted nothing more than to give up his will power... Hopefully she wouldn't do anything worse... Rory, Two; Freya.... two...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 18, 2011 1:50:48 GMT -5
He… Had a point. Freya was ten times worse than him. But like hell she’d EVER apologize for it, even sarcastically. ”How about this. I’ll apologize when you stop coming back to life.” If that happened, she’d have no one to apologize to, which was exactly why she said it.
Freya really liked that she made him hesitate for a moment. With her freakish new found confidence (not that she wasn’t already confident, just more blatant.), it made her want to do it again… And again…. And again. Poor guy. ”Heat of the moment? Not because you find me incredibly attractive and love me?” She paused for a moment, sighing and shaking her head. ”Well, if that’s all it was, I honestly can’t think of why I should sleep with you again.” Just to prove her point she lay back down, rolling onto her side and away from him. It didn’t help that the back of her shirt was ripped ten times more than the front…
She really did refuse to look at him, arms folded tightly across her chest as she ‘sulked’. In a very seductive way. ”I never regret, or take back what I say. When I say I want something, I want it. But, you know, if you aren’t up for it, fine with me.” She paused, this time lowering her voice when she spoke, loud enough he’d hear, quiet enough he’d think he wasn’t supposed to. ”Weren’t you the one just bragging about your stamina?” It was a little mean, but, it was a serious attempt at making him cross the room right then and there.
”I couldn’t handle it? You know, if you hadn’t already completely ruined my mood, I’d say prove it. Oh well. It was a one time offer, and you’ve lost your chance. Good night.” To make matters worse? She relaxed a little, letting out a sigh and closing her eyes, actually trying to go to sleep.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 21, 2011 17:05:54 GMT -5
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Wild couldn't even begin to explain what happened last night. Between the fires and the burnt clothes there was nothing calm about it. In fact, Rory was covered with burn marks and bruises and Freya didn't look much better. Their bed was burnt, the ceiling and walls were black with smoke marks in random places. It looked like a war had happened in the room, and laying peacefully in the bed were two peaceful figures (both with little more on than a smile).
As they laid there, one thing was very evident, only one of them appeared to be asleep. With his arm over her peaceful and serene frame, Rory simply lay there, watching her sleep. Truth be told, he had never gone to sleep all night. After they were "done with the deed", he had pulled Freya into a hug and closed his eyes to act like he was a sleep, but as soon as she dozed off he had them open the rest of the night; mostly thinking.
They had come a long since the bank when they met, hell, they had come a long way since the prison when he tried to get her to leave. Worse, they had a long way to go, and Rory was under no dillusions... Freya may make it out of this alive, he would make sure of it, but he wasn't going to. It was inevitable, Darkside couldn't be killed without a sacrafice, and Rory was the only one that could make that sacrafice... He just hadn't told her yet.
After a few moments, he slowly slid his arm off her bare body and slid out of bed, making less sound than a mouse. Grabbing a piece of shredded and burnt blanket, he wrapped it around his waist to cover up his... Weapon, so to speak. Quietly, he glanced around the room, which was still dark due to there being no windows, but was able to see enough to see a small radio on the floor. Glancing at Freya's sleeping form, he grabbed it and quietly went into the bathroom, closing the door to a crack behind him.
He plugged the end of the radio into a socket in the wall, and turned it down, then began channel surfing; not for music, but for news. Most of the stations were static, expected static. Finally though, he got to one, an American broadcast station apparently, "I am reporting live from the south coast of Ireland right now where most of the land has been destroyed. This is one of the first areas that the group, now known as the Agency, seemed to suddenly pull out of. While the battle rages on in the rest of the world, Ireland is left picking up the scraps of what The ag..." The station faded to static at the same rate that Rory's heart sunk...
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