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 Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:03 am
His head suddenly jerks upwards, his eyes wide. He stares at her blankly for a moment, his eyelids fluttering in uncertainty. He reaches to her with trembling, white hands. She meets him halfway and accepts his palm with a half smile.
"You've been dreaming." She states. "So have I."
Her head nestles back against her pillow and Logan leans forward to better hear her soft voice as she recounts her own dream.
"I saw us... together, back in Japan. We were strolling through a vineyard, holding hands. There were no weapons, we were with friends."
She lifts her head once more to glance about the tent. Tante was with others, but several clan members had felt the need to stick their head in through the flaps and sneak a peek at the notorious assassins. They were strangers, but treated her as one of their one. They had cared for her, fed her and kept her warm. The irony struck her as a hammer. mere days ago they had both infiltrated their camp with the intent to kill, yet in their time of need, both were granted shelter by those they would call enemy.
"Friends..," She mutters, her voice trailing off as she shifts her gaze back to Logan. "It was an unusual feeling." Suddenly she shifts her bodyweight and drops her feet to the floor. Logan presses a palm against her shoulder, gently suggesting she remain put.
"Elektra, you need to rest."
She brushes his hand aside with a wink and sits upright on the edge. "My strength is returning, Logan. I feel well enough to travel." She rises shakily to her feet and notices the two guards outside of the tent having brought themselves in. "But where will we go?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:07 am
ElektraNatchios His head suddenly jerks upwards, his eyes wide. He stares at her blankly for a moment, his eyelids fluttering in uncertainty. He reaches to her with trembling, white hands. She meets him halfway and accepts his palm with a half smile. "You've been dreaming." She states. "So have I." Her head nestles back against her pillow and Logan leans forward to better hear her soft voice as she recounts her own dream. "I saw us... together, back in Japan. We were strolling through a vineyard, holding hands. There were no weapons, we were with friends." She lifts her head once more to glance about the tent. Tante was with others, but several clan members had felt the need to stick their head in through the flaps and sneak a peek at the notorious assassins. They were strangers, but treated her as one of their one. They had cared for her, fed her and kept her warm. The irony struck her as a hammer. mere days ago they had both infiltrated their camp with the intent to kill, yet in their time of need, both were granted shelter by those they would call enemy. "Friends..," She mutters, her voice trailing off as she shifts her gaze back to Logan. "It was an unusual feeling." Suddenly she shifts her bodyweight and drops her feet to the floor. Logan presses a palm against her shoulder, gently suggesting she remain put. "Elektra, you need to rest." She brushes his hand aside with a wink and sits upright on the edge. "My strength is returning, Logan. I feel well enough to travel." She rises shakily to her feet and notices the two guards outside of the tent having brought themselves in. "But where will we go?" Logan glanced over his shoulder, noting the guards as they came in. Without Emma or Tante, his nerve being left alone within the camp was not something he enjoyed. He looked back to Elektra, noticably keeping himself between her and the guards. "That, I don't know yet. I'm thinking we should return to London, and figure out what we should do from there, next. Unless we return to James with Fury's head for the pikes, we'd be running into the teeth of the dragon." Logan wasn't sure where to go next. They still had to remember that Fury was to be killed. How they accomplished that, he wasn't sure what they would do.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:12 am
Raven_Darkholme Raven deflects his fist and laughs, crouching in front of him. "Consider it a test. I want to know what kind of man will be watching my back in Italy. But don't watch too closely or you might miss something important."
But it was something she spoke of rather that caught his ear."Watch your back...? What are you talking about?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:14 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau Jacob tenses, not from the fact she scared him mind you, more so the fact that because his clothes were rolled up at the foot of his cot, she more so had him in a precarious position he wasn't altogether comfortable with.
But it was something she spoke of rather that caught his ear."Watch your back...? What are you talking about?"
"Tch, they really don't tell you much do they? I'm escorting you on your little journey."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:22 am
"I think London would be safer for us." She replies. "It was Count Otto Von Doom in Latveria who had hired me, and should he receive word of my failure..,"
Failure was as alien a concept to Elektra as love was to Logan. She had never before dealt with it in her life, yet she now stared the possibility directly in the face. She and Logan could easily complete their task, the death of Sir Nicholas Fury, while everyone in the camp was once again at ease. But to do so would betray her own honor to those who had helped her when she needed it most. They gave her aid, and in return asked for her to fall back. Though they did not specifically ask her to do so, the implication was as plain as the color of the grass on a spring morning. They had given her trust, and to break that trust would be to break her own code. She would not do that.
"I bear you no further malice." She utters to the guards anxiously preparing themselves for conflict. "We can go to London and re evaluate our assignments."
She studies his face carefully for sign of a response, though he offers none other than an arched brow and curled lip. He pauses in reflection on her words while she reaches to the nightstand for her clothes.
"Do you agree?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:26 am
Raven_Darkholme Raven tosses him his pants to preserve his modesty, not looking away from his eyes.
"Tch, they really don't tell you much do they? I'm escorting you on your little journey."
he stares at her as he swings his legs over the edge of the cot and rests his feet down onto the soft soil. She was coming with him. It took him by surprise. he knew he was selecting a group of his closest and most trusted friends to make the journey with him, but here was a skilled fighter accompanying him. it was a smart move, a safe move, but one that he found somewhat hurtful to his pride.
He shakes his head."Sir Fury doesn't trust me?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:36 am
ElektraNatchios "I think London would be safer for us." She replies. "It was Count Otto Von Doom in Latveria who had hired me, and should he receive word of my failure..," Failure was as alien a concept to Elektra as love was to Logan. She had never before dealt with it in her life, yet she now stared the possibility directly in the face. She and Logan could easily complete their task, the death of Sir Nicholas Fury, while everyone in the camp was once again at ease. But to do so would betray her own honor to those who had helped her when she needed it most. They gave her aid, and in return asked for her to fall back. Though they did not specifically ask her to do so, the implication was as plain as the color of the grass on a spring morning. They had given her trust, and to break that trust would be to break her own code. She would not do that. "I bear you no further malice." She utters to the guards anxiously preparing themselves for conflict. "We can go to London and re evaluate our assignments." She studies his face carefully for sign of a response, though he offers none other than an arched brow and curled lip. He pauses in reflection on her words while she reaches to the nightstand for her clothes. "Do you agree?" Logan looked at her and nodded. It'd be safer for her than himself, but he knew how to keep a low profile. He sat up finally, and stood himself. Looking the guards in the eye, he nodded at Elektra's words. They were true about the malice towards the guards. Well, for her at least. Should they breathe the wrong way, Logan would cut them up before they had a chance to scream. He looked to Elektra, eyeing her up and down. "You think you can make the trip to London tonight?" He was unaware on how the weather was outside the tent, but he doubted it was too horrible for them to leave. If she willed it, they would leave that night,
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:36 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau With no false embarassment, the young man in his early twenties slips his pants on from under the covers, taking note that Raven seems to derive a good deal of pleasure at having him in such a compromising situation.
he stares at her as he swings his legs over the edge of the cot and rests his feet down onto the soft soil. She was coming with him. It took him by surprise. he knew he was selecting a group of his closest and most trusted friends to make the journey with him, but here was a skilled fighter accompanying him. it was a smart move, a safe move, but one that he found somewhat hurtful to his pride.
He shakes his head."Sir Fury doesn't trust me?"
"It has nothing to do with trust, it's about ensuring victory by any means necessary. I have been to Italy before, I know the land. I am also experienced in combat and my abilities are similar to your own. We complement each other and it will make stealth that much easier if there are two of us able to change our apperances."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:50 am
Raven_Darkholme Raven smiled. His youthful naivety was cute, she liked it.
"It has nothing to do with trust, it's about ensuring victory by any means necessary. I have been to Italy before, I know the land. I am also experienced in combat and my abilities are similar to your own. We complement each other and it will make stealth that much easier if there are two of us able to change our apperances."
He nods, then shrugs."Okay, so...what exactly are you doing in my tent in the middle of the night?" He looks down at his bare upper body and then smirks in a cocky manner."Well besides the obvious."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 12:51 am
Concern etches into his eyes as he poses the question, prompting another smile from her. She reaches out and caresses his cheek. The stubble of growth met her hand as sandpaper, scraping against her tender skin. It was nothing more than a minor irritation, offset by the comforting warmth of his breath against her wrist.
"I am trusting that I can rely on your strength to carry me through if I cannot make it." She whispers coyly.
I trusted him with my life the other day, and he took it. How can I bring myself to trust this man again?
Their eyes lock onto one another, sharing an intimate question and reaching a similar conclusion. Whether he admits to it or not, this experience has changed him. He is no longer the same man, and it is not Logan whom she is trusting.
Logan-san will be with me. He sought me out after the gypsies had taken me over the objections of the animal.
"Besides," She offers, suppressing a grin." My horse will be near as I have not fed him since the oher day."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:08 am
Logan felt her words, and the thought she had was the same of his own. The pang of guilt gnawed at him, and for ever would always haunt him. But the rest of her coy whisper rang true. He would take care of her. Looking around, the farel man wondered how they played to leave.
"I think it would be the best idea, Darlin', if we had someone escort us out of the camp. I don't think we'd get a very warm welcome should we go out in the middle of all these gypsies..." Those blue eyes glanced at her, as he figured his suggest was a truthful idea.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:16 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau He folds his arms and settles back on the heels of his feet, watching her watching him. He bites his lower lip but understands what she's saying. His pride of course tells him he can handle anything thrown in his direction, it's of course why he volunteered to help in any way that he could. However Fury believed he would need some "experienced" support in undertaking this task, and if that's what was needed for his mission, whatever it was, then he'd do what Sir Nicholas wanted of him.
He nods, then shrugs."Okay, so...what exactly are you doing in my tent in the middle of the night?" He looks down at his bare upper body and then smirks in a cocky manner."Well besides the obvious."
Raven allowed her smile to break out into a wide grin. She sat back and contemplated his question, waiting several moments before answering, watching his reaction. He was still feeling uneasy, but he was covering it up well with self assurance.
"I cannot sleep this night, there is much turmoil in my head and I thought it would to be good to meet you for myself, to see if the prsaise is warranted. I must say so far you are up to standards."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:22 am
Raven_Darkholme
Raven allowed her smile to break out into a wide grin. She sat back and contemplated his question, waiting several moments before answering, watching his reaction. He was still feeling uneasy, but he was covering it up well with self assurance.
"I cannot sleep this night, there is much turmoil in my head and I thought it would to be good to meet you for myself, to see if the prsaise is warranted. I must say so far you are up to standards.""So, you make it a regular habit out of straddling naked men in their bedrooms while they're asleep then I gather?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:24 am
She listens intently as he speaks, and his words ring true. Were they to simply show themselves in the camp and see themselves out, there would be repercussions from clan members who remain at odds with their being present.
Besides, she mused. She no longer had the strength or the will to continue to fight. She nods her approval to him before casting a glance to one of the guards.
"We request the presence of the White Witch." She says to him demurely. "The one called Emma."
The guard glares at her for a moment apprehensively as if trying to decide for himself if this should be done. Her own expression is one of soft spoken desire. Logan's however, is tight lipped and silent. He says nothing for fear of succumbing to his inner demons. She rests a reassuring hand on his should and nods once more to the guard.
"Please."
Logan's posture stiffened briefly, and then relaxed under her hand. The guard disappears into the night, but returns moments later with Emma behind him.
"What is it that you need?" Emma asks almost derisively.
"We wish to leave." Elektra replies as soft as before. "We ask that you grant us a shield to protect your fellow members from our departure."
Emma nods, considering the request. Elektra had worded it carefully to avoid a conflict of words. Protecting her fellow caln members was among her highest of priorities. She could not care less about the two killers standing before her, so she would do it for her friends.
"Very well." She says, bobbing her head. "You have been shielded from their eyes, you may walk freely to the entrance, but I will accompany you regardless."
They both nod their acceptance and head through the tent flaps. As they step outside, the camp is quiet. Nestled into their tents beneath a moonlit blanket. Most campfires have long since been extinguished, and only one remains near the entrance. They pause, turning back to offer one final glimpse to Emma, but she is gone. Turning around, they find themselves face to face with the Gypsy queen herself, Tante.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:26 am
Boo boo, too many mules! redface
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