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Isthanae raised his sword and brought it down swiftly, a squad of archers behind him sent arrows flying back over the wall. A trio of small catapults sent jars of burning pitch into the great unknown, squeals and cries of pain were heard. All around behind him houses were burning merrily while desperate people tried to put the fires out with spells and well water. People were already falling to the random hail of arrows and all around Isthanae could feel the brooding fear all around him. His grip tightened on the sword in his hand. He ordered the archers to continue giving everything they had. He turned and faced the men behind him. ?You know what I?m going to do. Once the order is taken, run in and give them some of their own pain back. Square formations, shields high and ready. Open the gates!? Two gatekeepers nodded and the rear gates opened steadily. All eyes were on them and ready, waiting. Isthanae lowered his sword and charged, facing the waiting Orcish swordsmen. Time seemed to slow in the milliseconds before the two armies clashed, then it rapidly returned as the sounds of steel on steel echoed round. Isthanae rushed forward, colliding with the semi surprised Orcs, the two races mixed until every last human was separated from the rest, the gates had been securely locked and still half the army was safe inside. Isthanae swung his blade round, ethereal energy consuming him as he ploughed through the Orcs, he felt darts hit his armour and bounce off pathetically. Silently he said a prayer of thanks for his father?s smithy work. He dared a glance to see the rest of his men, sickening at the sight of only a quarter standing in a tight group, defending the gates. He fought with every last bit of strength in him, and then he heard the howls. All movement on the field stopped. Isthanae shuddered and glanced up at the sky. Hate was coming? Isthanae stabbed his blade through the Orc in front, not noticing that the cuts and slashes on him were healed almost as quickly as they were given. All the while he felt a strong warmth through him as he fought desperately for his city.

Liam strode briskly along the corridor, instincts and training taking over. The cuts on his back were still burning, but had receded somewhat. He looked down at the two generic pistols in his hands, they were well made?and had a lot more weight in them than he expected. Still, it might just be the side effects of the blood and sugar loss. Liam turned the final corner and spied a long corridor ending in several riot gear wearing guards. One spotted him before Liam had the chance to raise his weapons. A hail of bullets flew past him as he leapt out of sight. In the distance there was the sound of an alarm. Liam sighed. Only sixteen and he was already losing it. He curled an arm around the corner and fired random shots until the clip was empty. No small satisfaction came from the sound of someone falling over in agony. Jaudiar looked at him and shook her head, ?Because of that, the whole place is going to be bearing down on us! Think first you trigger happy bastard!? Liam forced a grin and held the other pistol round the corner, ?and you know you love me for it.? Jaudiar restrained the urge to slap him upside the head and instead pretended to be interested in the shotgun in he hands. Liam lay down and poked his head out around the corner. Two guards had already gone down and the rest had formed a tortoiseshell like formation with their shields and were slowly creeping forward. Liam reached for the pilfered M16 and stood nodding to Jaudiar. ?If we hit fast enough they won?t have time to draw their weapons, let alone poke them out behind their shields.? Jaudiar nodded and they both strafed out into the corridor, emptying their weapons into the armoured group. When finished, Liam walked forward and kicked one of the guards over, the one that had managed to get a shot off. So Liam was now bleeding yet again from another wound in his shoulder. Liam knelt down and gathered the ammunition. ?Waste not want not. I tell ya once this is over I should probably get a real job that real teenagers have?like at Macca?s or Target or something?I?m starting to get sick of all of this?I?ve got more emotional, physical and mental scarring than my entire school put together??

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Isthanae glanced out the door of the sanctum. Alastuin was already inside and one of the priests to the Oracle informed her of her destiny. She hadn?t taken it to well. He glanced back inside and felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned to face a breathless wall guard. ?Sir,? he panted, ?Orcish archers are attacking the walls, we?ve got problems, any head that ventures higher than the battlements is instantly hit with an arrow, we don?t know what?s going on sir and we can hear the sounds of battle all around!? The Shadow Killers listening in on the conversation grinned and laughed about the soon to be overrun township. Isthanae ordered the marksmen to kill all of them if one robed figure ventured even a toe out of the courtyard. ?Rally the returning troops; get all who can fight ready and waiting. Barricade the families in their homes that are too weak or young to fight. Prepare for the worst, we?re going to experience hell.? The guard nodded and ran off to where the war wagons had circled for the night. Isthanae sprinted to the rear gates, unsheathing his blade as he went. The same feeling was in him, same feeling he got last time the town was overrun. Arrows were already flying over the walls, the Orcs were playing with them, it was only a matter of time before they started sending fire arrows and penetrated the walls. ?Fate has a wicked sense of humour?promising hope in the form of six, and delivering two that could be our undoing...?

Isthanae watched the last wagon pull in and signalled for the doors to be closed behind it. He walked over through the rain to check with the guard on duty when he was almost knocked over by a girl in a long black cloak. He caught her around the shoulders and it seemed the storm above intensified. ?Whoa,? he said, ?where do you think you?re going?? No reply came; Isthanae took a closer look and was met with an angry gaze. ?Alastuin right? Is that you under there?? Isthanae smiled, one of the perks of being a Cithan of the watch was that you practically knew everyone, the best way to protect a people was by knowing the people personally. He pulled her under the eaves of the gatehouse. ?What?s the matter?? Alastuin didn?t reply but instead glared, turning and walking in the general direction of the sanctum. Isthanae shrugged and walked into the gatehouse. ?Any sign of followers? I heard that the rear wagons came under fire from Orcish archers.? The gatekeeper looked up from his log books and shook his head. ?No sir, we believe they?re keeping to the forest. They haven?t dared to come anywhere near the walls yet, the marksmen are keeping them at bay by randomly firing bolts at the shadows, we?ve already verified a couple hit.? Isthanae nodded, ?keep me posted. Send word immediately when we come under attack. I?ll be at the Sanctum.? Isthanae turned to leave, but the gatekeeper added, ?sir. There?s something else. Usually if the Orcs are attacking they full on attack?but they?re keeping as far away as possible, it?s like something is driving them to the walls. It?s like when cats flush out the rats, the rats?ll will go anywhere, even into traps, just to avoid the cats?something big is happening?? Isthanae felt a ripple up his spine when the gatekeeper finished. Just like Ananda told him. He shrugged and left the room, hand straying to his sword as he felt the cold rain run down the back of his neck.

Isthanae wandered outside. The marksmen on the roof raised their crossbows and saluted, Isthanae saluted back, walking towards the marketplace. ~~~~ Isthanae leant against an adobe wall, eating a recently purchased apple. Supply wagons and men from the front were returning from a recent battle on the front. In the distance Isthanae could just make out the covered wagons bearing the dead. He sighed and threw the core into a rubbish barrel. Hopefully one day they wouldn't have to worry about wars. This gathering might just be able to pull it all together and destroy the Orcs and their Formorian creation. Mostly he just hoped the Oracle could explain the strange dreams that had started to haunt him, dreams of worlds and people that could never have possibly existed. Grand buildings and giant cities, and how all the dreams ended with a golden flash...

?Righto, where is it?? Liam followed Jaudiar out into the corridor. Numbers gradually went past, labelling entrances to several suspicious looking tunnels and rooms. Jaudiar didn?t pay them any attention so Liam shrugged and kept an eye out for trouble. Five or so minutes later, Jaudiar paused at door and nodded for Liam to go first. He happily obliged and kicked it in, shooting the two guards on duty. He winced at the pain the recoil sent shuddering up his arms. That was something new. He rolled his shoulders and waited for Jaudiar to lead. Jaudiar waved a hand at a steel locker in the corner, ?Your stuff is in there. But they took the MS1 for testing. Seem?s they were quite interested in it.? Liam shot the lock and pulled his coat out, slipping it around his shoulders. ?I?m afraid Pizaro?s team is going to get a very rude surprise, that?s if they live long enough to survive the explosion to form surprise. If any tampering is detected, the MS1 will explode and wipe anything out in a ten-metre radius. The government and Metal Storm figured that nifty idea.? Jaudiar winced. ?Sounds like a good way to keep trade secrets to me.? ?Yup.? Liam traded the now empty sub-machine guns for the unfortunate guard?s pistols and peered down the empty corridor. ?So are we getting Rae out first, or are we doing some espionage??

Isthanae continued along at his own pace towards the sanctum. When the sanctum was in sight, he noticed something very strange, the crowd that had gathered to find word of the Oracle, was dispersing. Several black robed figures were ushering them away by the points of swords and daggers. Isthanae was not amused. Two of the guards on duty came to his side, one began talking, ?Isthanae, Kenneth, he killed the rookie.? Isthanae raised an eyebrow, ?he?s here already? When the oracle sent for him, I thought part of the deal was that he left his cronies behind?? Isthanae waved his hands at the sinister figures who were now taking interest in the three guards. ?Well it was sir,? answered the second, ?but it seems he brought them anyway, and no-one saw them enter from the gates. They just appeared out of nowhere and when the rookie investigated, without waiting for us, Kenneth cut him in two.? Isthanae?s face darkened and he unsheathed his sword, giving hushed orders to the two guards. One of the Shadow Killers barred Isthanae from entering, ?Captain eh? Do you know how many Captain?s we?ve gotten rid of in our time?? Isthanae?s eyes strayed to the body of the rookie, a small amber glow started around his balled fist, ?I?m willing to bet none?? He said. The Shadow Killer smirked, reaching for his blade, and found several of his fingers missing. Isthanae slashed the blade across the offender?s throat and turned to face the others, raising the glowing fist. The other robed figures did not take it lightly, hands reached for blades and bows, Isthanae stood his ground, waving nonchalantly at figures now standing in the buildings all around. Several crossbows were armed and two-dozen marksmen glanced down at the group with growing distaste Isthanae sheathed his blade, ?an eye for an eye. Crude yes, but two have died today, there better not be any more blood shed or you might find yourself with a new orifice through the chest.? Isthanae walked through the Shadow Killers and into the coolness of the sanctum, glancing across at Kenneth and an unknown playing with two snakes. He raised an eyebrow and took a seat on the far wall, within sight of the outside.

Liam couldn?t help but grin, this whole operation, if you could call it that, was utterly insane. Even Craig might?ve had a few complaints if he was here. Liam checked that the submachine guns were armed and wandered on, taking random turns until he reached a conclusion. ?I do believe I?ve made us lost.? He said, rather bemused. Jaudiar rolled her eyes. ?Let me lead, if I remember correctly you were half asleep for most of your trips through this place.? ?Just because I?m unconscious doesn?t mean I didn?t find anything out about these tunnels.? ?Well what did you find out then?? Jaudiar?s tone was semi-interested, her head was curled around the corner ahead, spying out any dangers. ?Well?? Liam thought hard. ?I found out that?uh?? He glanced around for inspiration. ?The walls are white and concrete.? Liam didn?t have enough cognitive thought in him to look sheepish from his pathetic response. Liam looked down at the weapons in his hands. ?And to think, the man behind that statement is a teenager holding two very high powered vessels capable of taking a hapless creature?s life in less than a second. One misfire and I could take us all out with the ricochets.? Jaudiar didn?t respond, even though he was ill, Liam still had the capabilities of making disturbing comments that made sparks of doubt pop up in the mind. She felt a hand on her shoulder, Liam had come up beside her, ?Sorry about the whole ?doom and gloom? thing.? The hand was removed and Liam glanced around again, pretending as if nothing had happened and he was still at the peak of his strength. ?Are we good to go?? he inquired.

Mihkael strolled across the threshold, hands in his pockets and an amused grin on his face. Then he locked eyes with some of the students. Two in particular, Brock and a girl he hadn't seen before. A twinge in him made him glance back at Cho. Odd, there was a niggling feeling in the back of his mind...probably nothing... Mihkael shook his head and continued on, accidentally elbowing a Slytherin fourth year. The Slytherin elbowed back and crowed 'Watch it mudblood! Don't want to start picking fights now do ya?' Mihkael didn't grant him the dignity of a response and instead clotheslined him across the face, following with an openhanded clap across the jaw. Mihkael continued walking while the fallen Slytherin counted stars. Eight or so paces later, he felt the air behind his ear suddenly heat up as a stun shot whistled past. Mihkael stopped dead and plunged his hand in his robes for his wand. 'Robinson! Desist immediately!' Mihkael and the Slytherin boy faced an angry Professor Snape. 'Who started this?' He demanded. Mihkael grinned and waved, 'Hey Professor! That would be me.' Snape's complexion didn't change. 'Prosper, continue to the Hall, Robinson, follow me.' Mihkael's lip curled and he followed Snape, waving to Cho and giving a mock air kiss. 'Back soon.' He laughed.

Isthanae continue to run towards the sanctum, soaking up the light and warmth from the sun, the magic in him swelled joyfully. It was good to be alive! He ran through most of the market awkwardly slinging his shield over his shoulders until is was resting comfortably over his pack. The many smells of the market reached him as he ran through the stalls. Then something caught his eye. [i]?Why do these things always happen on my day off??[/i] In the corner of the market, out of sight of the normal shoppers stood a small band of thieves, daggers drawn on one of the older wealthy merchants. Isthanae sighed and strode over to them, unsheathing his blade as he walked. One of the thieves looked up and scarpered, the sight of the Cithan and his lacerating blade must have been too much for him. Unfortunately the other two looked up, losing Isthanae his hope of a surprise. ?What do you want?? grumbled one of the thieves, his friend mumbled the insult ?[i]Eater of Snakes[/i]? at Isthanae. The first thief laughed his approvement. ?How about the release of the merchant and his money?? smile Isthanae as he casually played with his sword ?How about a dagger buried in you belly? Eh what you say t?that?? Isthanae really wanted it another way, but he was left no choice. As the thieves? leader lunged, Isthanae brought up his knee and kicked him in the face, unfortunate that this resulted in a broken neck. The remaining thief dropped the purse and the dagger before vanishing into the shadows. Isthanae helped the merchant up, ?Here are your belongings sir, but you must excuse me, I?m already very late.? Isthanae sheathed his un-tarnished blade and walked on to the sanctum, leaving the crumpled body of the thief with the merchant and the crowd that had gathered.

To the point it be. ~~~~~~~ ?Isthanae! Where are you? You know that you are to leave for the Sanctum today! You better not be in bed when I get up there!? Isthanae?s mother called from downstairs. He winced again as she called out his name. Isthanae, what kind of name is that? Honestly, he had no idea what possessed his parent?s minds when they named him that. But he was always told that they had received the name suddenly, as though from a higher place, and they felt that the name was perfect for him. He sighed, really he preferred the nickname of his own devise, Ivan, but the elders and his parents laughed at it. It was a name that was unheard of, besides, it didn?t follow the traditions of the people. ?Coming mother!? Isthanae called downstairs, at the same time putting on his travel robes and armour, not that he did any travelling. He could never leave the village. .it was like magic or something. Isthanae snorted at the thought of it. As far as he was concerned, his parents had devised some crazy plot to keep him safe and under their watch. But that was going to change. Isthanae slid on his mithani gloves and tightened the straps on his silver breastplate. All of his items bore the image of a silver sun, noting his status as the Cithan over the city guards. Basically he ordered the lazy scum around, none new the basic art of magic or the blade, leaving him to fend off the occasional orc that dropped by. ?Isthanae! I mean it! Get down those stairs now!? his mother called out angrily from the bottom of the stairs. ?Better do as she says. .,? Isthanae smiled and sheathed his long sword. It was heavier than most, custom made by his own hands in his fathers smithy. The blade was jagged, straight and sharp like a normal blade of course. But it had teeth, the kind of teeth that could rip through an orcs hard leathery skin and go on to shear the bone. His hand bumped a silver chain off the bench, it clattered on the ground and the ring it was threaded through sang. Isthanae stopped to look at the silver ring. A year ago Isthanae was to be married to his beloved Lisa, both were deeply in love with each other and had a promising life before them. But it wasn?t to be. A week before the wedding, a formorian horde attacked the village. Formorians are like men, but evil and orcish in behaviour. Isthanae and the rest of the village defences were unable to protect the entire area. Many lost their lives, including the old Cithan, a dear friend of Isthanae?s. In the cleanup Isthanae found his beloved Lisa among the dead, raped and beaten by the Formorian horde. Such scars never heal, Isthanae has always had the cold silver ring in memory of his Lisa. Isthanae shook his head, balling his fists tightly, the memory of her defenceless giving him grief. Tighter and tighter he squeezed his fists, and opened his eyes in shock as the blood seeped from his palms. He closed his eyes and focused, letting the magic do its work. Both hands glowed golden and healed, Isthanae hung the silver chain around his neck and walked downstairs. ?It?s about time too! I wouldn?t be surprised if you got there and everyone had left!,? there was a hint of hope in her voice, ?Your father is down at the smithy waiting with your repaired shield, and I?ve added some healing herbs and ointments to your pack just in case.? Isthanae nodded and thanked his mother. He grabbed his pack, jogged out of the house and across to the smithy before running to the sanctum.

Wow, I nice even round of Rper's, and symbols of magaic... Ok letsee, this is going to be a rather hard decision... Factors: Length of Character sheet, magic choice, previous exploits, trying not to get an all home crowd...bah...this is really going to come back and bite me on the arse :rolleyes: [b]All Six[/b] 1. Isthanae: liamc2 2. Jheoul Malkar: TUN 3. Ananda: Raiha 4. Katlina Selwyn: Sere Tuscumbia 5. Kenneth Sennen: Death Knight And the hardest choice of all (no hard feelings guys, if you all weren't so full of potential I wouldn't have such a hard decision -.-) 6. Alastuin West: Ravenstorture There it is. I'll start it and then we can all go off into the wild blue yonder. Now, word I warning, I'm going to have severly limited access as of Friday Evening, so I can't do all the carrying, you guys are going to have to put in the effort. ;)

[b]OOC: Rember the old RoH? The one that failed miserably because no-one would post? Here it is again, I'm wiping the dust off the old Ray of Hope[/b] [color=royalblue][b]The year is 2050[/b] The world has grown drunk on its own greed, superpowers constantly drain their countries for money for biological weapons. The once blue and green planet is now a mess of brown and grey. The people of the world have become like their leaders, thriving on others losses. Distraught and offended at the state of the world that they have protected for a millennia, the land spirits have withdrawn their protection. In effect, the world?s little sustenance has died, and with it the people on it. The orcs, formorians and other suppressed evils are free once more, destroying everything in their path. [b]The year is 3030. . .but that is unknown. .[/b] The land spirits, pleased that the world is cleansed, wondering at the greenness that is earth again, have set up their protection again. But there is a problem. The monsters that were freed will not return to their incarceration. The spirits try in vain to force them to return, but nothing will help. Instead they focus on the new bud of human life, human life that knows not of the evils of ages past, human life that knows not of its ancient technology and is now rebuilding from the very beginning, the stone age. The spirits join and bring magic back to their world, freeing more of the world?s mythological past. [b]3300[/b] Human life has mastered the magic of the spirits, building a foothold against the age old bane of existence. But they are still harried by the now allied assault of the orcs and Formorians, more is needed. The spirits, seeing this, still guilty of their mistakes, vote upon submitting six of their elect few to be born into the human world. Each will have their own select powerful magic, superior to that of the humans and of the orcs. [b]3320[/b] The spirits have been born, and grown up to the ripe age of twenty. But in all great designs, there is a flaw. None has recollection of their arcane and powerful past. All they know is their magic is powerful, and that their are others in their city that are the same, uncannily all the same age. _____ [b]The Quest[/b] You are one of the mighty six that live in the land of the humans. You have no recollection of your past, but you are filled with dreams of it in the night. In case you are wondering, no, none of you are related in any form (Keep in mind however, I always have something up my sleeve). The kings of the humans are planning for an attack on the orcs forts, behind enemy lines and onward to their infernal machine that gives them power over them. Strangely enough, the land spirits have been deified, at last giving them a proper link to the human race. They have also marked the six out from the population, who must alone take this quest. Each is marked with a special birth mark, bearing their afore chosen call of magic. These are the ones that must go. These are the ones that must save the shattered world. ______ [b]Character Sheet[/b] [b]Name:[/b] Isthanae [b]Age:[/b] 20 (as for all of us, no exceptions) [b]Birthmark:[/b] (Life, Ground, Fire, Water, Air, Death)((There can be ones the same)) on his right shoulder blade is the mark of a sun, bearing his magic to be that of life [b]Bio:[/b] (optional) Isthanae has grown up in his city all his life he has a strong desire to leave, but something always mysteriously prevents him from doing so. His parents own the local smithy and medical sanctum, helping him strengthen his magical and warrior wishes. He has already been selected and found by the oracles. [/color] ____

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lady Asphyxia [/i] [B][color=darkred] Critism [i]is[/i] always welcome. Do you know, I havce never had [i]anybody[/i] tell me when my work is crap[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] For good reason too! *runs away from the pain and the hurting...and the more pain and hurtyouchieness...*

Liam slept deeply, regaining his strength and wit. He was mid-dream when he was rudely woken. The same two bodyguards shook him awake and forced him to his feet, suddenly the pains on his back returned with all their glory, making Liam feel more than slightly ill. ?Wake up already, interrogation time. You?re going to need your wits about you.? The first bodyguard grinned and dragged Liam to attention. Liam shook her off and stood, brushing down his tattered khaki shirt. ?Just a minute,? he said, ?shoelace?s undone.? The two bodyguards shrugged and began a whispered conversation over to top of his kneeling form. Liam slipped the push dagger and throwing knife out of his shoe, swiftly stabbing them deep into the thighs of the two guards either side. In blind panic, they both took random aim and filled each other with lead, Liam rolled to the side, ignoring the slight ringing in his ears. For sub machine guns, they made a lot more noise than expected, upgraded to the max he reasoned. He grinned and prised the two weapons out of their rigour mortis fingers and a few magazines. Still grinning, he returned the two blades to their compartments in his shoes. ?Game?s on Pizaro?gonna getchya?? Liam ducked to the side as the door burst open, two concerned guards entered, MP5 and M16 swinging around the room. Liam cleared his throat and did a cutesy wave with one gun while he squeezed the trigger and strobed the room with the other. Not one to be wasteful, Liam knelt down, retrieved the MP5 and M16, and hung them behind his back on his shoulders, the cool feeling of the cold metal slightly comforting on his hurting wounds. Liam hastily reloaded and stepped out of the room into the tunnels, hankering for some revenge, and his MS1? ?A shotgun would be reeeeeal nice right now??

[b]*In reply to the first question*[/b] I would have nothing against dating someone from another culture/race as you put it, but I would obviously have some grievances if that culture involved eating new boyfriends/husbands after roasting them over a slow flame, then like I said, obviously there would be some grievances on my behalf. Funny really, I come along to this topic after finishing my English Essay exam this morning on [u]'To Kill A Mockingbird'[/u]* Further amusement comes from the fact that I chose my essay to be about prejudice and it's roles in the novel...very interesting indeed... *just to be clear, I'm not that great a fan of [u]TKAM[/u], as a matter of fact I despise it, the 'movie' we were pressured into watching also continued to pronounce my feelings. With books on racial topics and prejudices, I prefer [u]The Color of Water[/u]

Mihkael dragged his trunk along behind him, he tightened the straps on his backpack before he lugged the trunk onboard the train. After a few moments of cabin searching, he found Cho sitting in an empty cabin. He grinned and dumped his trunk in the apropriate area before flopping down on the seat opposite her. 'Morning.' He said 'Morning.' Mihkael grinned and opened up his backpack, pulling out a six hundred mil bottle of 7up. The lid came off with a sharp hiss and Mihkael drank some of it, peering out the train window.

Good piece of literature there, a rather surprising control of emotions from someone younger than me, very surprising in fact. Pity that it was wasted on something slightly depressing, sorrowful even. Pretty much a beacon of light on the harsh reality of a modern emotionally deprived family. Keep up the good work. And stop bothering me with depressing things like this, or any of those disturbing harry potter fanfics you dig up...:shifty:

Liam grinned, 'Are flirting with me? You've got to try harder than that if you are because hardly any of my logical thoughts are in check yet.' Jaudiar just merely smiled, spitting image of the Mona Lisa. Liam felt too tired to be aggravated and grinned back, eyes starting to glaze over slightly. He shook his head, waking his slightly energy deprived mind. He glanced around the room, 'Would it kill them to atleast provide some jellybeans? Or gummi bears or...or...' Liam yawned. All this plotting was tiring him, right when he had a charming girl holding a conversation with him...and his hand...he looked down. 'You need some sleep you know? You can't exactly stab straight if you're unconscious, again I might add, and juvenile at the same time can you now?' Liam smiled again, 'for once I think we're in agreement. Now might you leave and let me rest? I have some subconscious plotting to do while my body comes up to speed...or my mind...one of the two...'

OOC: Just keeping the other posters up to date ~~~~~ Siren swore and slammed the laptop onto the bonnet of the Hummer. Ryan was further ahead with a squad of SAS, trying to rescue a Hummer bogged down in mud. Siren dialled up HQ. 'Adam? You there?' 'Yeah yeah, up all hours of the morning. What?' 'Can you reconsider sending us a squad of choppers? At this rate we won't get there for another two days! Assuming your maps are correct Adam.' There was a sigh on the other end of the line, ''Fraid not Siren. You say what happened to our others. Pizaro has far more advanced air to air and ground to air than we cxould have ever imagined. To ship out the correct combination of defensive choppers could take weeks. You're better off playing it safe on the forest floor.' Siren groaned. 'That's if we don't die out here first.' Before Adam could reply, Siren slammed the laptop and briefcase shut and threw it into the back of her hummer. Ryan and his squad gave a cheer as the hummer groaned and managed to crawl out of the mud and back onto the rock road. Ryan slopped over, lower body literally dripping the ancient gooze. He grinned at Siren and asked, 'So Adam given in yet?' One look and Ryan knew the answer. He slapped the hummer, 'Dammit! Why the hell not?' 'Too dangerous, they can't afford to risk it. Pizaro has too much unknown power.' Ryan looked thoughtful. 'I suppose that's a good point. Still no excuse to let us get eaten alive- he slapped a mosquito- by these bugs.' ------- Liam had dozed off again, the pains on his back had reduced to a mere surnburn like sting. He smiled softly and rose shakily to his feet. 'That wouldn't be wise, your glucose levels are pretty damn low, you don't want to fall over and cause some damage to that big head of yours.' Liam didn't turn to face Rae. 'Remind me something,' he said, 'when I get the MS1 back, remind me to remember not to shoot you.' 'Charming.' Rae said, face slightly puckered. Liam finally faced her. 'You here to serve a specific service, or just to gloat?' 'Jenna is here to gloat. I however- -are here to get orders from me. I want my shoes, forget the rest, just my shoes.' Rae shot a quizical look. 'What?' 'Just do it, you'll see.' --- [b]5 minutes later[/b] Liam slipped his shoes on and grinned. Rae shook her head and muttered something about 'lunatic' before wandering out of the room. Liam, after making sure she had left and no-one was watching, Liam opened a hidden compartment on the heel of his left shoe. Something of his mind returned as he slipped the long three fingered push dagger out. Solid carbon-steel, straight and thin like a kebab stick, ended by a sharp point on one end, and a three fingered kuckled duster like handle. Liam slipped it back into his shoe and grinned. He was going to enjoy this, that and slipping out the 11-inch throwing knife...

OOC: Coulda sworn I was in the world of the muggles and eating a sandwich ------ Mike shrugged, 'See if I care, just some stuck up creep that believes he's a reincarnation of Voldemort,' he ignored the slight tremor in the people around him, 'besides, if he does give trouble, we'll do something to stop him.' Blind confidence combined with a I-don't-give-a-damn attitude. It seemed to always work for Mike, then again, he'd never been in a truly dangerous situation... Cho shook her head. 'Whatever. Just making a statement.' 'An ob- -obvious one I know, but a statement I'm entitled to none the less' Mike grinned while both Harry and Ginny seemed to have lost the thread of the conversation, assuming there had been a thread to be there in the first place. Mike continued, 'Sooner we get to Hogwarts, the sooner I can use the magic legally, and send him flying out the window in duelling practice.' Cho raised an eyebrow, 'Assuming he's done something wrong and is in the sixth year.' 'A mere technicality m'dear. Now, when does the train leave tomorrow?'

I'll be travelling back and forth from Toowoomba and Maryborough while my mother and father juggle the funds and try to work out how on earth to pay for the shockies, tires and brake boots for our car.

*resist urge to find large sharp object and to walk a 15 klicks to cloricus' house and ram the sharp and pointy object through his left nostril*

Ok, that's good...so in other words, MSN and AOL are singling me out because I will not submit to the constant barrage of 'webcam' and 'XXXX' offerings that I'm submitted to every freaking day of the week? And do, not, and I repeat do not. Ever. Say 'most guys would love to be in your shoes.' This guy does not love being in his shoes, he hates being in his shoes, he would wish that that part of the world would vanish off the face of itself and burn in a million tormenting hells! ~~~ As you can see, I am [b]not[/b] in a good mood, so do not mess with me today, or any other day for that matter.