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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 12, 2011 14:15:07 GMT -5
As the heat skyrocketed to a degree that would have incenerated every living creature, the ghosts began to slow down their assault. Much like Rory, their saids had temperature readings, and while they were fighting Freya they could see how quickly the heat was rising. In seconds, their suits wouldn't be able to handle it and they would all likely be killed. Only moments after realizing that, it began to happen. The ghosts stopped fighting and simply stood their with their arms folded behind their backs as metal began dripping off their suits. Fighting Freya now would do nothing, they only had the choice of death and they would face it with honor.
However, while the ghosts stood their, embracing their death, the ghost that was in the blood red suit of armor wasn't. Instead, the man saluted the ghosts that were standing around Freya, then turned on his heel, and actually turned his back on Freya. Casually, with his arms folded behind his back as well, he began walking away toward Rory's castle. Even more odd, was the fact that his suit wasn't melting yet. As he passed through the line of elementalists he paused and gave them a slight nod, befor continuing on his way. The elementalists nodded back at the General of the Ghosts.
While Freya had been going Omega and burning the ghosts, the elementalists had broken their square and by the time the general reached them, they were back in a perfect line facing Freya. Despite the insane heat, ice was still gathered around their feet. Watching the happenings for a moment, they all raised their hands in unison. Large chunks of ice began swirling around the line of elementalists, and then snow, making a small blizzard around them; blocking them from Freya's view. As Freya raised the heat even more, the blizzard began to melt away, but when it did the elementalists were gone. In their place, was a towering behemoth of white ice. A massive golem that stood well over twelve feet, inside the golem, the murky figures of the four elementalists could be seen.
The increased air temperature seemed to have absolutely no affect on the golem. Instead, the creature actually began to move closer to Freya, every step leaving massive chunks of ice and snow on the ground (which quickly melted from the heat). The Golem put his hands together, as if holding an invisible ball, and inside the space of his hands a clear white mist began to form. Charging up the ball of frost, the golem pushed it's hands forward toward Freya, shooting a massive blast of ice and snow at her. The air froze around the blast as it cut through the heat and shot straight for Freya, threatening to shatter her if it hit her... Play time was over...
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In the forest where Rory was fighting, or at least where there used to be a forest, things were going just as well as with Freya. Most of the forest had been blown apart and shattered by the ground pounders as they tossed Rory around like a ragdoll. Thankfully, he had managed to kill one of the ghosts, but the other was still chasing him inbetween the telekinetic blasts of the Ground Pounders.
Rory rolled to the side as a blast tore through the ground, ripping up the dirt under his feet and tossing trees aside like tooth picks. Rory covered his face from the flying dirt and splinters, his mind racing trying to figure out what he could do. Generally Rory was excellent with strategies and killing mutants, but telekinetics always made him... frustrated.
The slight sound of footsteps on the burnt soil made Rory isntinctively roll to the side without even looking at what was coming. It was a good thing he did as well, because just as he rolled to the side the only ghost had sliced his sword across the ground where Rory lay. Rolling onto his feet, Rory turned to face the ghost, unsheathing a dagger and holding one in each hand; his katana had been lost quite some time ago.
To his right, both of the ground pounders were running forward, trying to get into a position to blast Rory again, he had to act fast. The Ghost lunged forward, slashing down vertically. Rory stepped to the side and pivoted on his left foot has he, continuing with the spinning motion he kept his body close to the ghosts, so close that his back was touching the ghosts arm. He rolled down the arm, letting his right arm flail outward until his knife pierced through the armor of the ghost and slammed into the mans back. Still holding onto the dagger, Rory pulled ghost close to him, wrapping his arm around the mans throat from behind; then brought the other dagger up and slammed it into the mans visor.
As soon as the knife killed the ghost, the Ground Pounders had no reason to hold their fire. Before Rory could even react, a massive blast slammed into him and the dead ghost, tossing them both backward out into the field that bordered the forest. Rory groaned slightly, pulling himself to his feet, when he suddenly froze. A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, a ghost in a blood red suit was calmly walking toward Rory's castle... The general! But why would he be going there... Suddenly, realization hit him, the entrance to the base was IN Rory's castle the whole time, hiding in plain sight. Tricky little devils they were...
Rory quickly hopped to his feet and turned around where he heard some commotion behind him in teh direction of Freya. What he saw, was Freya completely on fire in the middle of a heatwave on one side. On the other side was a massive golem made of ice, with snow swirling around him on the other. His jaw dropped slightly in confusion... That was a new one on him.
Shaking his head, he shouted, "FREYA! FIGHT TOWARD THE CAST-" Before he could finish, a deafening 'BOOM!' resounded through the forest, tearing trees out of the ground and slamming into the ground under his feet. The blast threw Rory into the air and left a crater where he had been standind, when he hit the ground his body screamed in pain... Now he was pissed...
(Blegh, sucky post sorry)
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 20, 2011 19:24:03 GMT -5
The Ghosts weren’t actually doing anything to stop their upcoming deaths. Normally, that would have made Freya smile, but right now she was far to pissed to care. She was tired of these guys making a fool out of her. They were going to pay. Sadly, one ghost didn’t wasn’t quite as affected as the others. The fact that he left infuriated Freya beyond belief. And, as expected, she was turning to throw something at him, when the four Elementalists stepped back into the fray.
Now, Freya had seen Tari do some insane things with her power, but an ice golem? This was a first. A very frustrating first, because the golem wasn’t melting. And, even better? For some reason she wasn’t quite at the level she wanted to be. Usually, when she resorted to her full power, her body would turn into flames, not just look like it was flames, if that made sense. For some reason, she couldn’t take that final step to her full power. What the hell was wrong with her?
The first attack didn’t help her plummeting mood. Throwing out her own hands, fire exploding out to meet, and stop the attack. The Elementalists were strong, she’d give them that, but they weren’t a match for her when she was focused entirely on them, the flames completely overwhelming their feeble ice storm and consuming the golem right around the time she heard Rory yelling.
Turning to look at him, she was scowled. Seriously? ”I’m kind of busy here! Why don’t you have your new friends blast you towards it!” Okay, Freya was mean, even to Rory, when she was pissed in a fight, which shouldn’t surprise him because it happened half the time.
((>.< Sorry it sucks. Been fighting a headache all day but had to get this up before you got home.))
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 13:26:44 GMT -5
The charred field that used to be Rory's home, a field full of trees, grass, flowers, and crops now looked more ike a war zone than an estate. Which made it even more fitting that laying in the middle of the blackened ground, full of craters, was Rory Ashe; the herald of war. If you ever found Rory in public, that generally meant there was death and destruction somewhere in the vicinity so it was only natural that of all people, he would be laying in the war torn field. Rarely was he found frolicking through a field of daisies...
Perhaps the most interesting thing about the scene was not that he was laying there, but that he wasn't getting up. Laying haphazardly on his back, mouth slightly agape, his right hand was open and the sword that had been in it was laying a few inches away. The gun that was in his left hand was down by his knee, and blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth. It seemed as though the force of the last telekinetic blast had taken him out.
Despite the overwhelming evidence that he was dead, the two ground pounders weren't so easily swayed by the sight. The circled Rory on opposite sides like vultures circling a meal, waiting for any sort of movement. "Is he dead?" The man to Rory's right questioned, not daring to take his eyes off the body.
"Looks that way... Let's bag him and tag him before he comes to." The agent said, though neither man made a move toward the body. "Well... Go on then, grab him." The man made a shooing motion with his hands.
"Just grab him, it's that easy huh? Do I honestly look that dumb? Like hell I'm gonna grab him, you grab him." The agent said, raising a brow and folding his arms in protest. While neither of the agents had met Rory before, they had both heard the stories.
"Fine, you little..." The agent to Rory's left muttered a few swear words under his breath, and hesitated slightly as he took a step forward. Each step closer was a little more confident until he was standing over Rory's body. Rory's chest wasn't moving, but the agent still paused for a moment, his fists clenched and ready to blast the body if there was even a twitch. Not a twitch or a sigh came though, so the man finally worked up enough courage to pull out a small needle and syringe from his metal pants and bent down to insert it into Rory's neck.
Just as the tip of the needle touched the skin on his neck, Rory's eyes opened. The agent jumped slightly at the sudden movement, but before he could even open his mouth to gasp, the tip of a sword impaled itself through the bottom of his jaw and out the top of his head; his face frozen in a surprised scream. There was a slight click to Rory's left, a sound he recognized all too well. The ground pounder was charging up a blast of energy. Shikt, the blade slid smoothely out of the man's skull as Rory rolled to the side just as the ground exploded with a deafening boom where he had been laying. The dead body of the agent was practically disentegrated, while the very live agent charged up another blast.
"Did ye know tha' I'm royalty in this land? I should arres' ye fer talkin' ta me like tha'..." Rory yelled, lifting up his pistol and rapidly firing it at the agent. The man was forced to stop charging his attack and instead a black shield of energy appeared in front of him, causing the bullets to ricochet away. "Or I should kiss ye for it, I haven't really decided which yet." Rory yelled again, though there was no smile on his face, the fact that he was being somewhat of a smart ass showed great improvement in his mood.
As Rory fired his gun, he didn't stop moving though, moving toward the castle as fast as he could as he fought the ground pounder. Glancing over at Freya, he was a bit surprised by the sight that greeted him. A giant golem of ice was being completely consumed by fire from Freya. The golem itself disappeared from view as the flames engulfed it, apparently being destroyed. As Freya would soon learn though, when it comes to the agency, nothing is defeated so easily...
The flames concealed the golem from view for a few moments, making it look as though victory was in Freya's hands (quite literally). After a few seconds though, movement could be seen behind the wall of fire, a giant figure moving closer to Freya. In the next moment, a massive hand of ice lunged out of the fire and blocked the blast of fire in the palm of it's hand like a giant shield. With the fire being blocked by the golem's hands, it could now be seen that while the massive creature of ice was dripping and apparently melting, his size was never actually changing. Every step the golem took closer to Freya, the more water poured onto the ground from the golem's melting and reforming hands.
The beast never did stop taking a step forward though and was soon towering over Freya. With a sudden movement, the golem swiped his hand out toward her, attempting to knock her away. Unintentionally, if the swiped did hit, it would knock her closer to the castle Rory was moving toward and in turn, closer to Rory himself. While deadly, elementalists weren't always the best tacticians...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 17:21:34 GMT -5
Freya was sure the ice golem wouldn’t survive. That’d it melt the whole thing, and roast the stupid Elementalists in the process. Well, it was melting, that was for sure. Not that quickly though. Not fast enough to really do much, since it was freezing as quickly as it was melting. She couldn’t see this happening, of course, but she could feel it. Her ability to sense the temperature was extremely useful, especially in this current situation.
Swearing under her breath, she took a step back. Why couldn’t these four be as easy as the Ghosts were? You know, just stand still and wait for death? Stupid, good for nothing Elementalists…
Furious, she kept up the inferno, hoping the hand would stop reforming after a while, even after said hand slammed into her side and sent her flying through the air, closer to the castle and Rory. With the help of her power, she was able to land on her feet, glaring at the ice golem and unaware of Rory being only a short ways away.
Focusing on the ground around the giant, the earth around it seemed to be on fire, before…. Melting, once again Freya was resorting to lava to take out the ice elementalists.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 18:52:37 GMT -5
Deafening boom after deafening boom echoed across the empty and desecrated field. Pieces of earth and chunks of ground were being torn up left and right. Along with the booms were the sounds of gunshots, which compared to the blasts of energy tearing up the land, sounded like firecrackers. Rory and the ground pounder were in a brutal game of leap frog. Rory knew that the castle was the entrance to the Agency's base, which was obvious, and the agent was doing his absolute best to try and stop Rory from getting there. Except, whoever won this game got to live and the loser, well... Survival of the fittest...
Rory rolled to the side as a blast tore out the ground where he had been standing, he immediately fired several shots at the agent to force him to block. As the agent blocked it gave Rory just enough time to run past him and get a few feet closer to the castle. At this rate one of them was going to exhaust themselves before either one got to the castle.
Both were fighting at the peak of their game though, so if either one made a slip up, there would be no mercy. The agent raised his hand to fire a blast just as Rory raised his gun, aiming for the agents head, when the both paused as they noticed a sudden change in the temperature. It had just gotten frigidly cold, and the next second both of them were sweating.
Turning their heads in unison to see Freya and the ice golem only a few feet away, locked in an epic battle of elements. It seemed as though Freya had been hit by the golem as she was just getting off the ground. The golem, made up of the elementalists, didn't wait for Freya to get up. The massive creature immediately charged for Freya, massive spikes of slowly portruding from ever inch of his body. It was obvious what he was trying to do, it was a suicidal attack, he was going to kill Freya and risk his own life in the process.
Rory turned back to the agent who was still momentarily distracted by the fight, Rory had the perfect chance to kill the agent, but couldn't help but pause for a moment. The agent had been fighting fiercly with Rory for almost an hour and had survived where everyone else had died, he was a true fighter and a true opponent worthy of praise. It would almost be unfair to shoot the man without any warning... BANG! a bullet exploded from the gun and in turn exploded the agents head. Rory never had been one for fair play...
Suddenly the heat began to skyrocket and the ground creaked slightly as if it were going to crack... Freya. Rory's head turned toward the fight, Freya was going to try and use lava to kill the golem... Something he knew only made her weak. However, it wasn't the fight that caught Rory's attention, it was the tree line on the other side of the fight. Shadows were moving among the trees, ghosts, and a lot of them. No doubt more soldiers, elementalists and more as well. Freya had to stop fighting and run, but he knew "retreat" wasn't in her vocabulary.
Rory charged toward the fight, straight toward the golem, but right as he was about to hit the golem he turned and practically tackled Freya; knocking her out of the way as the golem charged right over the ground where she stood. He held onto her hand as he ran for the castle, "I know yer probably pissed at me now, bu' ye'll thank me later lass..." Rory said as he pushed her in front of him, forcing her to run toward the castle in front. Truth be told, she'd probably be pissed at him later too... As they got closer to the castle, or the crater where the castle used to stand, Rory could see the entrance to the base at the bottom of the crater. Just as he pointed at it to Freya, bullets began to ricochet all around them and ice began to form around the castle. Rory didn't stop running though, something told him this was one of those times that you didn't look back...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 19:31:46 GMT -5
Sometimes, she really hated Rory, loved him yes, but hated him at the exact same time. His interfering in her fights, for example, was one thing that pissed her off. So, while she’d been tuning him out and focusing entirely on killing this blasted thing and it’s controllers, she hadn’t expected Rory to appear suddenly out of the corner of her eyes. At first, she thought he might be just coming to help. Now she didn’t welcome it, but it would only just bug her….
What pissed her off was him suddenly turning and tackling her, quite literally knocking the breath out of her and extinguishing the flames that had coated her body. (Miraculously her clothes had been saved, only the edges of her shirt and jeans singed a little.) ”….! Dammit Rory! What the hell ar-“ He was dragging her along behind him.
”Pissed? I think we’re a little beyond pissed!” She wanted to hit him, throw something at him… Curse it, Rory! None the less, was it really time to be angry at him? They were being shot at after all! Grumbling French swear words under her breath, she melted any ice in their path, and any bullets that came their way. Anyone else might think she was over being mad at him. Rory though was one of the few people that’d realize he was in big trouble as soon as they weren’t running for their life.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 19:53:00 GMT -5
"You'll thank me later!" No, she wouldn't... In fact, she would probably be even more angry at him later once the adrenaline wore down and the full reality of the Rory tackling her instead of the golem came to her. Right now though, there were far more important things to worry about, like the hailstorm of bullets, or the ice golem, or the ground pounders. Really, the maw of hell seemed to be screaming at Freya and Rory and threatening to engulf them. Now this was a party!
As the got closer to the castle, Rory didn't bother fighting back against the army behind them. Instead he sheathed his sword and holstered his pistol and pulled out a small pack of grenades... Most of the castle was destroyed, but a large obelisk of bricks still stood in the middle of the castle, teetering over the door they were headed for. Rory was still running behind Freya, but was actually running slower than he physically could. So when they had actually entered the crater of the castle and were making their way through the debris to the large door, he pulled the pins on all the grenades and tossed them at the base of the obelisk.
With a strong push on Freya's back, he made sure that she got through the door first... And in the process he probably knocked her down, but hey, at least he was saving her! Besides, she kind of deserved it... That was what Rory thought anyways, he wasn't dumb enough to say it out loud though. Rory himself jumped into the doorway just as the grenades went off and the obelisk of bricks began to crash down onto the door. With only seconds to spare, Rory pulled himself off the ground and shut the massive steel door just as the mountain of bricks cascaded over it.
As the door shut, the hallway they were in plummeted into darkness, and Rory had to grab his ears as the sound of the bricks hitting the door echoed through the black hall. After a few moments though, there was silence, his plan had worked apparently, sure, he cut off their only exit but he also ensured that they couldn't get in.
"Alright... Ye can thank me now..." He said with a slight grin in the darkness, laying on his back on the cold floor to catch his breath. Ok, maybe he was that dumb...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 20:55:23 GMT -5
What was so damn important about getting into the ruins? Rory was pushing her along like their lives depended on it. Okay, they probably did… Still! He was throwing her down some dark, lone standing doorway- Wait, door?
Freya would have stopped to try to figure out why there was a single door still standing in the rubble, but when you were being thrown through said door… Well, you’re train of thought went from ‘Why’s that there?’ to ‘What the hell?!’. Curse him, what was he thinking?! As he expected, she lay there, flat on her stomach for several moments, trying to figure out just what the man was up to, when she heard him dive bombing inside, explosions going on outside. Rolling out of the way, he landed exactly where she had been seconds before. ”What the hell?!” Well, at least she hadn’t lost her spunk somewhere during all the fighting. Rory would probably wish she had… Because without a second thought…. She kicked him.
Sure, it was pitch black, but Freya didn’t actually need light to see. Hell, she could make light. But her power let her see body heat. She could, literally, see Rory’s, much like he could when he wore his suit. That had been missing up until this point. ”Thank you?! You good for nothing-“ She started rambling off in French, speaking fast enough to make it impossible to understand. Either way, it was obvious none of her words were compliments…
Sure, Freya was acting like a spoiled brat, but really, this was normal behavior for her. Rory should be used to it...
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 21:21:43 GMT -5
Silence filled the corridor after Rory and Freya had landed inside, complimented by the sheer darkness within. Though, it didn't last long, almost immediately Freya yelled at him. That was understandable, after all, he had just tackled her and then moments later tossed her like a ragdoll into the tunnel. As he calmly and patiently waited for the rant to begin, catching his breath, a sharp hit caught him in the ribs; knocking the air out of him.
"OW!" Rory said loudly, "Cad é an ifreann?! Mé a shábháil ar do shaol faoi dhó agus ciceáil agat dom? tú bean diabhal ó ifreann." Rory began saying loudly in Gaelic, which was cutting into Freya's ramblings in French. Two seperate languages cussing each other out. Slowly Rory stood up, and looked down at where he knew Freya was laying. While he couldn't see, he could hear her heart beat pounding rapidly in her chest, it gave away her position like a neon sign. She had her tricks, he had his...
"I saved yer life twice ou' there, and at leas' seven times back in Canada and ye never even say thank ye? All I ge' is a kick in the ribs?" Rory was actually ranting back to Freya... For perhaps the first time ever, they were getting into a fight. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, maybe the fatigue, maybe Rory just didn't want to stop fighting and if he couldn't fight physically he would do it verbally. Regardless, he wasn't going to let this one go.
"And by the way, me brain was no' optional!" Rory said, commenting on one of Freya's insults before he let out a rant of his own in Gaelic. It seemed that the battle outside, and their goal ahead, had completely disappeared in the heat of the emotions that was consuming them. Call him a masochist, but deep down, when Freya was this angry, it was a major turn on for Rory; regardless of who her anger was directed toward...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 22:08:57 GMT -5
It wasn’t often that Rory ‘fought back’ when she started yelling at him. So, quite literally, this was the first time he’d ever responded with a similar reaction. Freya didn’t back down though. Quite the opposite. It only infuriated her even more. Even more rare? Him returning the insults. In Gaelic no less!
”Saved me?! I had them, dammit!” She purposely didn’t address Canada, purely because she knew he was right, but wasn’t willing to admit it right now. ”I had it under control! And what do you do? Tackle me, and THEN throw me around like a ragdoll! I should kick you again!” Sitting up, she grumbled, lowering her voice as she continued to swear.
Finally, annoyed by the darkness, a small burst of flames appeared a few feet away from them, much like a torch and lighting the dark hallway they were in. While Rory stood over her, Freya just sat there, back against one of the walls, muttering and sulking. Yes. Sulking. You heard right. Or saw. She also had Rory fixed with a very angry glare. One that said “you’re lucky I love you, because otherwise you’d be on fire already.”
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 22:24:55 GMT -5
"Ye had them?... Ye HAD THEM?" Rory questioned angrily, "They were tearin' ye apart and that was only four agents, ye had abou' four hundred more comin' fer ye. Sorry if I like ye better alive than DEAD!" Just as Rory yelled dead, a sudden light bursted out just down the hall from them. At first, Rory thought it was the agency, but quickly realized it was just Freya. The floating ball of fire kind of giving it away...
When he looked back at Freya, he saw that she was leaning against the wall, sitting there, and glaring at him. If looks could kill... Rory honestly couldn't tell if that one would kill him or not. It was sending vastly mixed signals, seemed to say that she loved him, but then the next second that she wanted him dead. Then again, considering Freya's mood swings, that was a pretty appropriate look from her sadly enough. The fact that she was so angry with him only made him more angry as well.
There were several moments of absolute silence as they stared at each other. The only sound that filled the hall was a slight dripping noise, like something thick dripping onto the metal floor. It was then that Rory realized just how covered with blood he was, spattered with it all over in fact, to the point where it was still dripping off the sword on his back.
Finally Rory let out a sigh and shook his head, "This is stupid. We have bigger things ta worry abou' here than a petty arguement. I'm sorry alainn..." Rory said, holding out a hand to help her to her feet, after helping her he spoke again, "Now, jus' say thank ye and we can go along our way." He said with a serious face, once again demonstrating that while he was very intelligent... He was very stupid...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 22:45:53 GMT -5
Why were men so STUPID?!
Freya was so frustrated with Rory, she felt like crying. Actually, she didn’t just feel like it, she looked like she just might. And Rory, being the dense man he was, was completely oblivious to it all. The thing with Freya was, even if she was wrong, don’t call her out on it. It only made things worse. It didn’t make her angry, per say, just deeply upset her.
She stared him down for as long as she could, before she could feel the tears trying to escape. At which point, she looked away, and refused to look at him even after he offered a hand down to help her. Reluctantly, she took it, but let go as soon as she was on her feet. It wasn’t until he told her to thank him that she looked at him, her eyes actually watery as she glared at him. No tears escaped though, even if they were threatening to. Offering no thanks, or even any words at all, she pushed past him. Refusing to look at him anymore, or speak to him at all.
Damn all men. Damn them and their stupidity…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 23:04:17 GMT -5
Rory was right, he knew he was right, and he could see that even FREYA knew he was right! He was right and he knew it, he deserved a thank you for saving Freya from her death all those times and basically saving her from herself. Then, the nuke came out. Not the kind of nuke that leveled continents, the feminine nuke of emotions; those damn things called tears. It completely nulled everything that Rory had said and turned the entire situation in Freya's favor. That was incredibly unfair! Rory couldn't do that, even though he was tempted to try, but he doubted his tears would have the same affect as hers. His would probably just get some strange stares... Could be a useful battle diversion that he could try... He shook his head slightly, that was besides the point...
He let out a deep sigh as she pushed passed him, giving him the cold shoulder as she walked closer to the torch of fire she had created. Rory clenched his fists and silently cursed, he hated losing after all. He quickly grabbed Freya and spun her around to face him, leaving his hands on her shoulders so she was forced to look at him.
"Stop, jus' listen alrigh'?" He said gruffly, "I... Love... ye." The words came out silently and strained, almost as if a horse was trying to talk, "Fine, I love ye alright? I love ye more than anythin' I can think of and I was so upse' because... The though' of losin' ye... Terrifies me." He let out a sigh, letting his hands slide down to hers, "I love ye..." He had done it, he finally said the dreaded L word out loud, and it felt as though he lost his testicles somewhere along the way... Freya, she could make Rory feel as though he could conquer the world, when everything else seemed lost she was the fire in the darkness, she had absolute control over Rory... Oh how Rory loved her... Oh how Rory hated her... He was seriously going to have to torture someone just so he could feel like a man again after this...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 23:35:50 GMT -5
Freya had never used tears on him. Actually he’d never seen Freya cry. Except once… When they’d first met and she’d slapped him. He likely didn’t remember that, and she was ashamed of herself for reacting that way after t heir first meeting. It didn’t’ count. As it was, right now, she really didn’t want to cry. Especially not in front of him.
Even when he forced her to look at him, she tried to avoid his gaze. No luck, he had her locked in place with both hands on her shoulders. Still, she tried. Only when he asked her to listen did she look up. She still looked like she wanted to cry, and his response was unexpected. Her watery eyes widened a little as shock set in. At least it looked like she wasn’t about to cry anymore.
Several moments passed as she just stared at him. ”Rory…” She wasn’t sure what to say, how to react. Unintentionally, a few of those tears she’d been trying to hold back escape. Not wanting him to see the tears, she leaned forward, leaning her head against his chest, not caring that being this close to Rory probably make her just as bloody as him. ”Dammit, Rory…” Was all she could say for a moment. Finally though, she spoke up once again. ”Thank you…”
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 23, 2011 23:52:41 GMT -5
The more that Rory was around Freya the more it become clear that he knew absolutely nothing about women. Rory knew more fighting styles than most people even knew existed, he knew how to kill a man several hundred ways with just his bare hands. He could read people like a book, finding their weaknesses and faults within minutes. He knew how to speak more languages than he could even remember, but he couldn't speak the all important language of "woman". That became even more clear when Rory bore his heart out to her, and she just cried more... Rory almost audibly said "what the hell?!", but knew better than to do that.
Regardless, he wrapped his arms around her when she put her head on his chest, pulling her into a tight embrace. After several minutes he pulled away slightly and looked down into her emerald eyes, "Now, what'dya say we ge' ou' of here... Find a random soldier and... Rip out his small intestines?" Rory said with a charming grin, at least as charming as it could be with a blood spattered face. Which, with the condition of his face, probably made what he just said even more gruesome...
Slowly he leaned in and kissed Freya, yes, he kissed her after talking about ripping out someones small intenstine. What was more disturbing was the fact that after he mentioned ripping out the man's intenstine, it made Rory realize how desperately hungry he was... and how much he wanted some Chinese food right now. Though, in truth, Freya's kiss was more than enough to satisfy him as he kissed her a bit more passionately.
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