Another new post down on PiratePlatypus. I had to type it out quickly. I'm at a friends house but I didn't want to miss a day without updating.
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Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
New Post
New Post in Pirateplatypus. Just thought I'd give you all a heads up.
By the way, I know a couple of you might feel a bit put off thinking I don't follow you back or something or support you. I support everyone who supports me. I don't know all the ins and outs of blogspot, but I follow under the name Cozy and I comment under the name Athanasian Echo. I hope you haven't thought I was being unfair. Something that happened yesterday brought this attention and I thought I'd say something about it here.
By the way, I know a couple of you might feel a bit put off thinking I don't follow you back or something or support you. I support everyone who supports me. I don't know all the ins and outs of blogspot, but I follow under the name Cozy and I comment under the name Athanasian Echo. I hope you haven't thought I was being unfair. Something that happened yesterday brought this attention and I thought I'd say something about it here.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Chapter 4
"Please captain, can I take the shot? Please, pretty please? They're in my sights I could do it and take them all out and it wouldn't even be hard and this mission would be over and-"
"Silence! I told you we just needed visual confirmation of the targets. Nothing more"
Aqua licked her top lip and bit her lower one in anticipation, "but siiiiiiiiiir, just think of the bloody mess it would make. Just let me squeeze the trigger, we could just say it was an accident."
"I said no. That is final.", Lucas demanded.
Aqua gave a small bite through her bottom lip just so she could ease her ravenous nature for blood. She savored everything about it. Her finger quaked over the trigger of her rifle. She longed to pull on it and feel the recoil press into her shoulder. Being able to control the life of another gave her no other high. She knew though that if she were to go against orders, she may not be able to kill again for a while, so instead she took apart her rifle and tried to be patient.
Aqua was a bloodthirsty member of the corps., which sometimes that would be a great quality to have. She would never so much as blink twice when ordered to kill someone. Though at a time like this, before the fight, the observation, she was on pins and needles and it annoyed Lucas to no end. Her insensate nagging made her quite the bother. On the plus side, this bottled up her lust for blood and made her that much more efficient on the battlefield.
"Now come down to the rest of us", and Lucas clicked off his receiver.
Lucas had garnered a very precise group that would be the most efficient to take down these rogues. Lucas had known every single one of those that had defected except the small boy. He was the only new one, but he seemed to be very non threatening, though it was that sort of underestimation that had almost cost Lucas his life once.
His team was made up of six members, three members who were exceptional with firearms, one who was excellent at recon and hand to hand, a swords expert, and himself. Of course they were all trained to use firearms and various melee techniques, though each of them had their own expertise. This would be a cake walk.
The rogues were foolish. Sticking themselves in a tomb, the irony was almost beautiful. All his team had to do was go in there, quickly dispose of them, and if somehow, somehow any of them were to get out, there's always Aqua who was going to camp outside and pick off anyone else.
Lucas smiled, they had so many advantages over them that it was almost like cheating. He got to pick his team, they were forced to be with each other. They know who they are, the Rogues have no idea they exist, just like the Ghosts they are. Having an extra member can make all the difference as well. It was probably almost unnecessary.
Cylvia noticed that look on her leader's face. It was a dark, twisting grin that many of the members of Revenant were so prone to having. Many of these soldiers were so willing, even happy, to be killing. It made Cylvia sick to her core, especially in regard to Aqua.
"Hey, you got somethin' buggin' you Cylvia?", Max asked.
Max was a bit worried. He knew just from the subtle differences in her behavior that Cylvia hated to be around Aqua. Everyone was cautious around her, but Cylvia never seemed to put up any kind of defense, though a feeling of disdain emanated from her.Max saw Cylvia almost like a little sister, and wanted to always make sure she was okay. She never spoke, but he still felt it necessary to at least ask.
Max put his arm around Cylvia and gave her a reassuring squeeze, "Hey, Lucas said this mission shouldn't last too long. It'll all be over soon. Then we can go home", he gave her a smile.
Cylvia just shook her head, but she at least tried to return the same smile. Max was very in tune to her, he was the only person she felt comfortable with. He did not seem like his being was dedicated into killing others. Out of many of the Ghosts she had seen, Max was probably the most human. Unlike Aqua.
Aqua made it down with them and Cylvia instantly felt sick. Aqua emitted this aura that just made her feel like throwing up. Aqua was always on the verge to kill. It wouldn't surprise her if she were to kill all of them just to satiate her own appetite for death. Cylvia could tell that she was trembling; not from fear. Aqua was shaking from her need to kill. She was just that excited to exterminate a human life and Cylvia wasn't the only one to notice.
Vera observed Aqua's quaking and made a mental note of it. That is exactly what she needed to restrain herself of becoming if at all possible. Aqua had Vaseline on the trigger, always ready to slide off rounds. There were accounts of her killing innocent civilians just to amuse herself. She claimed they deemed 'suspicious' and though nobody could prove she did it just for fun, everyone knew. She had no remorse.
Vera could hardly believe that they were almost of the same cloth. The way they came into this world of theirs was the same, but their origins were different. Rarely does anyone know very much about how they came to be, but everyone knew of Cylvia's past. It was no secret, it might have even given her a bit of infamy.
Cylvia was once a serial killer that slipped up and got caught only to be put to death. Somehow, Revenant got a hold of her and got her to work for them. It probably did not even entail a large amount of convincing, just a promise of being able to kill once more.
"Alright, so can we go now? I'm dying of boredom here", Adva jigged his leg up and down and twirled a rock in his fingers. He wished so bad he could somehow crush it in his fist.
"Yeah, c'mon Cap'n! Let's go! I wanna be able to-"
"Yes, we know, we all know what you want. Now that you're back, we can finally move out. Is everyone ready?"
"Sir!", They all snapped a salute and got up. Some of them might not have been as sincere about it, but all he needed was to have their loyalty. Lucas would not put up with anything else.
They moved fluidly as a unit, snaking through the people on their way to the Katacombs. Nobody really seemed to give them much more than a second glance. So far, so good.
They made it to about 100 meters away before they stopped again. Lucas took out a set of binoculars and tracked around for them. They were still standing and talking, they seemed so disorganized. They stood out so much. Especially that Xephyr. Black coat, blue hair, purple sunglasses. There was no mistaking him. He had a girl wrapped around his arm, Anya. She was definitely a beauty.
The boy was still there, he was an X-factor. That boy could potentially be anyone or anything. He was going to have to keep a close eye on him. Skylar was there, cold as ever. Her face expressionless. Eyes sharp. She said something, and even from the distance they were at, Lucas could still see a slight tension due to whatever she said.
Oddly enough, Damian seemed pleased. It was the oddest thing, he hadn't seen an expression like that from his former comrade in a long time. If only he knew what was in store for him.
(I think I'm going to be done with that for now. Someone said that I didn't rush from drama to drama, however, I did realize that my main characters might not have had too much drama at all unless I added in some enemy characters. I'd write more, but my friend is soon to be coming over. I hope you enjoyed this, and there's a separate post on pirateplatypus. Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism is always wanted and appreciated.)
"Silence! I told you we just needed visual confirmation of the targets. Nothing more"
Aqua licked her top lip and bit her lower one in anticipation, "but siiiiiiiiiir, just think of the bloody mess it would make. Just let me squeeze the trigger, we could just say it was an accident."
"I said no. That is final.", Lucas demanded.
Aqua gave a small bite through her bottom lip just so she could ease her ravenous nature for blood. She savored everything about it. Her finger quaked over the trigger of her rifle. She longed to pull on it and feel the recoil press into her shoulder. Being able to control the life of another gave her no other high. She knew though that if she were to go against orders, she may not be able to kill again for a while, so instead she took apart her rifle and tried to be patient.
Aqua was a bloodthirsty member of the corps., which sometimes that would be a great quality to have. She would never so much as blink twice when ordered to kill someone. Though at a time like this, before the fight, the observation, she was on pins and needles and it annoyed Lucas to no end. Her insensate nagging made her quite the bother. On the plus side, this bottled up her lust for blood and made her that much more efficient on the battlefield.
"Now come down to the rest of us", and Lucas clicked off his receiver.
Lucas had garnered a very precise group that would be the most efficient to take down these rogues. Lucas had known every single one of those that had defected except the small boy. He was the only new one, but he seemed to be very non threatening, though it was that sort of underestimation that had almost cost Lucas his life once.
His team was made up of six members, three members who were exceptional with firearms, one who was excellent at recon and hand to hand, a swords expert, and himself. Of course they were all trained to use firearms and various melee techniques, though each of them had their own expertise. This would be a cake walk.
The rogues were foolish. Sticking themselves in a tomb, the irony was almost beautiful. All his team had to do was go in there, quickly dispose of them, and if somehow, somehow any of them were to get out, there's always Aqua who was going to camp outside and pick off anyone else.
Lucas smiled, they had so many advantages over them that it was almost like cheating. He got to pick his team, they were forced to be with each other. They know who they are, the Rogues have no idea they exist, just like the Ghosts they are. Having an extra member can make all the difference as well. It was probably almost unnecessary.
Cylvia noticed that look on her leader's face. It was a dark, twisting grin that many of the members of Revenant were so prone to having. Many of these soldiers were so willing, even happy, to be killing. It made Cylvia sick to her core, especially in regard to Aqua.
"Hey, you got somethin' buggin' you Cylvia?", Max asked.
Max was a bit worried. He knew just from the subtle differences in her behavior that Cylvia hated to be around Aqua. Everyone was cautious around her, but Cylvia never seemed to put up any kind of defense, though a feeling of disdain emanated from her.Max saw Cylvia almost like a little sister, and wanted to always make sure she was okay. She never spoke, but he still felt it necessary to at least ask.
Max put his arm around Cylvia and gave her a reassuring squeeze, "Hey, Lucas said this mission shouldn't last too long. It'll all be over soon. Then we can go home", he gave her a smile.
Cylvia just shook her head, but she at least tried to return the same smile. Max was very in tune to her, he was the only person she felt comfortable with. He did not seem like his being was dedicated into killing others. Out of many of the Ghosts she had seen, Max was probably the most human. Unlike Aqua.
Aqua made it down with them and Cylvia instantly felt sick. Aqua emitted this aura that just made her feel like throwing up. Aqua was always on the verge to kill. It wouldn't surprise her if she were to kill all of them just to satiate her own appetite for death. Cylvia could tell that she was trembling; not from fear. Aqua was shaking from her need to kill. She was just that excited to exterminate a human life and Cylvia wasn't the only one to notice.
Vera observed Aqua's quaking and made a mental note of it. That is exactly what she needed to restrain herself of becoming if at all possible. Aqua had Vaseline on the trigger, always ready to slide off rounds. There were accounts of her killing innocent civilians just to amuse herself. She claimed they deemed 'suspicious' and though nobody could prove she did it just for fun, everyone knew. She had no remorse.
Vera could hardly believe that they were almost of the same cloth. The way they came into this world of theirs was the same, but their origins were different. Rarely does anyone know very much about how they came to be, but everyone knew of Cylvia's past. It was no secret, it might have even given her a bit of infamy.
Cylvia was once a serial killer that slipped up and got caught only to be put to death. Somehow, Revenant got a hold of her and got her to work for them. It probably did not even entail a large amount of convincing, just a promise of being able to kill once more.
"Alright, so can we go now? I'm dying of boredom here", Adva jigged his leg up and down and twirled a rock in his fingers. He wished so bad he could somehow crush it in his fist.
"Yeah, c'mon Cap'n! Let's go! I wanna be able to-"
"Yes, we know, we all know what you want. Now that you're back, we can finally move out. Is everyone ready?"
"Sir!", They all snapped a salute and got up. Some of them might not have been as sincere about it, but all he needed was to have their loyalty. Lucas would not put up with anything else.
They moved fluidly as a unit, snaking through the people on their way to the Katacombs. Nobody really seemed to give them much more than a second glance. So far, so good.
They made it to about 100 meters away before they stopped again. Lucas took out a set of binoculars and tracked around for them. They were still standing and talking, they seemed so disorganized. They stood out so much. Especially that Xephyr. Black coat, blue hair, purple sunglasses. There was no mistaking him. He had a girl wrapped around his arm, Anya. She was definitely a beauty.
The boy was still there, he was an X-factor. That boy could potentially be anyone or anything. He was going to have to keep a close eye on him. Skylar was there, cold as ever. Her face expressionless. Eyes sharp. She said something, and even from the distance they were at, Lucas could still see a slight tension due to whatever she said.
Oddly enough, Damian seemed pleased. It was the oddest thing, he hadn't seen an expression like that from his former comrade in a long time. If only he knew what was in store for him.
(I think I'm going to be done with that for now. Someone said that I didn't rush from drama to drama, however, I did realize that my main characters might not have had too much drama at all unless I added in some enemy characters. I'd write more, but my friend is soon to be coming over. I hope you enjoyed this, and there's a separate post on pirateplatypus. Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism is always wanted and appreciated.)
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Another New Post
Another new post on Pirateplatypus.blogspot.com.
I know that I said that this blog was going to be for Revenant, but I figured I should try and update daily, but I cannot be suddenly overcome with inspiration to write for Revenant daily, I need to stop and think about things and I just haven't had time to do that. However, I do want to keep writing and at least entertaining so I throw an entry on Bloggity Bot.
Why don't I just have followers on there? Well like I said, the stupid widget doesn't work so I have to let you know here. I'm sorry for the annoyance it must be to click over to the other blog and stuff, but I will always at least try to make it worth it.
Once I get some time to sit down and collect my thoughts for this story, I promise that it'll be worth the wait. I think I already got plans for some action that I'm going to throw down. I'm not going to spoil it, however, if anyone would like to leave suggestions that they'd like to see the story flow towards next, throw one down in the comments, I'll read it and maybe I'll add it in, who knows.
If not, please click over. I appreciate everything as always. Thank you all so much.
I know that I said that this blog was going to be for Revenant, but I figured I should try and update daily, but I cannot be suddenly overcome with inspiration to write for Revenant daily, I need to stop and think about things and I just haven't had time to do that. However, I do want to keep writing and at least entertaining so I throw an entry on Bloggity Bot.
Why don't I just have followers on there? Well like I said, the stupid widget doesn't work so I have to let you know here. I'm sorry for the annoyance it must be to click over to the other blog and stuff, but I will always at least try to make it worth it.
Once I get some time to sit down and collect my thoughts for this story, I promise that it'll be worth the wait. I think I already got plans for some action that I'm going to throw down. I'm not going to spoil it, however, if anyone would like to leave suggestions that they'd like to see the story flow towards next, throw one down in the comments, I'll read it and maybe I'll add it in, who knows.
If not, please click over. I appreciate everything as always. Thank you all so much.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
New Post on Bloggity Bot
Just doing a bit of self advertising on my other blag. I cannot write something new for this story everyday as much as I would like, however, I could probably post something at least mildly entertaining for my other post.
The problem is though, you can't follow my other blag. There's some stupid glitch that happens from time to time on blogspot that they have yet to fix where some people just CANNOT have a followers button. I don't know why they don't just fix it already, but I digress.
Anyway, for those few of you who are following, go check it, maybe spread the word about it if you find it entertaining. I'd be very grateful.
http://pirateplatypus.blogspot.com
The problem is though, you can't follow my other blag. There's some stupid glitch that happens from time to time on blogspot that they have yet to fix where some people just CANNOT have a followers button. I don't know why they don't just fix it already, but I digress.
Anyway, for those few of you who are following, go check it, maybe spread the word about it if you find it entertaining. I'd be very grateful.
http://pirateplatypus.blogspot.com
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Chapter 3 Part 3
Anya on the other hand could feel how tense Xephyr was. He was obviously a lot more nervous than she was. Anya felt a lot more relieved that even the most laid back member of the team was so apprehensive. Although she felt that maybe she wasn't doing her self assigned job well. She squeezed his arm a bit tighter and pulled him closer to her and he tripped as if in response to her gesture. Luckily for him, she had him caught in her arm.
She giggled, "Hey, come on now X", she let out in a bubbly tone, "we just started traversing down and you've already started tripping."
The days of how she avoided at all costs any kind of intimacy with any kind of human, even when she was human herself, came rushing back to her. Though she wasn't even human anymore, much less shy. Maybe it was just the fact that she was in this place that made her feel so giddy. Once she stopped thinking about what they were about to do and replaced those thoughts with the fact that she was in a place where she was free to make her own decision was something that was almost new to her. In her days of humanity, she could make no choices of her own and even when she became a Ghost, she still had to follow strict orders and rules. Out here, this was the first time she could actually look at something and gaze at it for what it was.
Anya took her remaining free hand and slid it along the cool stone as she and Xephyr walked down. Even something as mundane as touching rock was a new experience. The odd fragility as the dust and dirt rubbed underneath her fingertips was fascinating. When she pressed her palm against it, small little bits tried to embed themselves in her soft skin, but she did not mind in the least. Taking her hand off, she saw the dirt remain on her hand. For once, she was not going to be chastised about being 'too uncleanly' and it wasn't going to be gun powder or blood staining her hands. She smiled strongly at her own happiness she knew she was on her way to possibly finding.
Damian walked alone, the leader need not partner himself with anyone else, it was not a communist state. He preferred it like that; no distractions, he could focus. He made sure to keep time with his feet, not getting any slower or faster. 1-2, 1-2, 1-2, keeping time in his head. Damian exhaled on every left step. He wanted to make a habit of it; a large of the reason for getting a stitch is due to various muscles in conjunction with the stomach being on the right. He refused to let anything slow him down.
Damian heard Jack try to make small talk with Skylar. How cute.. Damian thought. He was surprised that the kid wasn't just stammering or stuttering through his words. Though he couldn't make out what she said, he did hear Skylar mutter something. It was good to see her getting along with someone, and God knows it was not going to be Xephyr. Team unity was more important than anything, as a leader, he knew that a team must be able to stand together above all else.
Speaking of Xephyr, he hadn't heard him say one damn word. Not one smart ass remark. He had no idea how, but that Anya girl got him to shut up. Damian just hoped that they at least could get along. That, and was suddenly quite envious of her ability to silence the Voice. It was quite a blessing to have.
(That's all I'm going to post for tonight. Comments and such as usual are always wanted and appreciated.)
She giggled, "Hey, come on now X", she let out in a bubbly tone, "we just started traversing down and you've already started tripping."
The days of how she avoided at all costs any kind of intimacy with any kind of human, even when she was human herself, came rushing back to her. Though she wasn't even human anymore, much less shy. Maybe it was just the fact that she was in this place that made her feel so giddy. Once she stopped thinking about what they were about to do and replaced those thoughts with the fact that she was in a place where she was free to make her own decision was something that was almost new to her. In her days of humanity, she could make no choices of her own and even when she became a Ghost, she still had to follow strict orders and rules. Out here, this was the first time she could actually look at something and gaze at it for what it was.
Anya took her remaining free hand and slid it along the cool stone as she and Xephyr walked down. Even something as mundane as touching rock was a new experience. The odd fragility as the dust and dirt rubbed underneath her fingertips was fascinating. When she pressed her palm against it, small little bits tried to embed themselves in her soft skin, but she did not mind in the least. Taking her hand off, she saw the dirt remain on her hand. For once, she was not going to be chastised about being 'too uncleanly' and it wasn't going to be gun powder or blood staining her hands. She smiled strongly at her own happiness she knew she was on her way to possibly finding.
Damian walked alone, the leader need not partner himself with anyone else, it was not a communist state. He preferred it like that; no distractions, he could focus. He made sure to keep time with his feet, not getting any slower or faster. 1-2, 1-2, 1-2, keeping time in his head. Damian exhaled on every left step. He wanted to make a habit of it; a large of the reason for getting a stitch is due to various muscles in conjunction with the stomach being on the right. He refused to let anything slow him down.
Damian heard Jack try to make small talk with Skylar. How cute.. Damian thought. He was surprised that the kid wasn't just stammering or stuttering through his words. Though he couldn't make out what she said, he did hear Skylar mutter something. It was good to see her getting along with someone, and God knows it was not going to be Xephyr. Team unity was more important than anything, as a leader, he knew that a team must be able to stand together above all else.
Speaking of Xephyr, he hadn't heard him say one damn word. Not one smart ass remark. He had no idea how, but that Anya girl got him to shut up. Damian just hoped that they at least could get along. That, and was suddenly quite envious of her ability to silence the Voice. It was quite a blessing to have.
(That's all I'm going to post for tonight. Comments and such as usual are always wanted and appreciated.)
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Chapter 3 Part 2
Jack, even though he had been pacing and circling the Catacombs like a shark, the building felt as if it was peering over him now more than ever. Damian walked in front like the natural leader that he was. Oddly, at least to him, Damian didn't seem to be walking with any kind of caution. Maybe it was all a facade, he couldn't tell without looking at his face. Behind him, though he dare not make an awkward glance back, Xephyr and Anya were behind him, arms linked. They seemed to be hitting it off well. Then that left Skylar on his left. She didn't seem to be irradiating the same sense of antisocial aura from earlier, but Jack didn't want to reinstate any earlier feelings of it.
They entered inside and instantly the shade had provided relief. Jack shuttered from the sudden change in temperature. Through his peripheral, he saw that this had no outer physical change upon Skylar. The slight darkness they had proceeded to immerse themselves in had also changed the way Skylar looked. She seemed a bit cooler, but not in a non approachable way. She just didn't seem so annoyed. Jack hoped that maybe she would be more open to communication. After all, they were a team, and Jack wanted to at least try to seem like he wasn't a total wreck.
"There are supposedly ninety-nine steps in this staircase", Jack muttered. He had done a little bit of extra research just in case. He always lived by "better safe than sorry".
"...you count the floor as the bottom, then you have one hundred steps...The Egyptians were very meticulous and precise", Skylar had been deep into her own thought, concentrating on what she had to do when Jack's voice broke through.
She looked at the boy next to her who she had neglected to even acknowledge before then. He had matched her steps and was suddenly made very aware of the stone she stepped on.
"Huh...cool...", she let out stoically. She gave a very slight nod, almost imperceptible, and kept that emotionless mask on. Skylar did not care if she seemed rude, but the boy was at least trying, that was a bit admirable. Still, she did not show any hint of interest. She continued to act passive at all times unless the situation was dire. There really was no point otherwise.
That is until she realized something that annoyed her about that fact. Damn it...that's just ninety-nine steps I might have to run up should something happen. Not only that, but she also figured there might be other people scrambling up these steps to get out. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that. Skylar looked about the narrowed space she was in and once the image of a panicked mass stopped forcing itself upon her imagination, she actually commended the Egyptians for such a nice piece of architecture. They did seem to be very exact as Jack said. That was something apparent even in the blueprints she saw. It was a pity that it was going to have to come down, but it was a miracle in itself that something this old was still structurally sound.
Xephyr took a deep breath of the cooler air and let it expand in his lungs and down his throat. He could tolerate the heat, but it was something that was far from enjoyed. With every step lower, he could feel it get cooler. Every now and again, a miniscule flowing of cooler air would rustle around in the air, cooling him either further. Yet, no matter how far they descended, there was one part of his body that was continuously warmed. His right arm captured in the clutches of his female companion, Anya.
The warmth flowed outward from his arm through his body. A deep warmth. Xephyr could no longer focus on the mission. He wasn't sure if his arm was the culprit responsible for this sudden output of heat, or if it was just a conduit for Anya's. He wasn't even sure how he felt about it all. It was troubling. He couldn't decide if he enjoyed the skinship and admired Anya or if he was anxious over it and was scared of her.
(Going to end it here. I'm going to see if I can write in shorter bits everyday. Maybe this story will make some progress that way. Comments always thanked whether they be good or bad. Suggestions always welcome. Though I know there's maybe three people reading this, tops.)
They entered inside and instantly the shade had provided relief. Jack shuttered from the sudden change in temperature. Through his peripheral, he saw that this had no outer physical change upon Skylar. The slight darkness they had proceeded to immerse themselves in had also changed the way Skylar looked. She seemed a bit cooler, but not in a non approachable way. She just didn't seem so annoyed. Jack hoped that maybe she would be more open to communication. After all, they were a team, and Jack wanted to at least try to seem like he wasn't a total wreck.
"There are supposedly ninety-nine steps in this staircase", Jack muttered. He had done a little bit of extra research just in case. He always lived by "better safe than sorry".
"...you count the floor as the bottom, then you have one hundred steps...The Egyptians were very meticulous and precise", Skylar had been deep into her own thought, concentrating on what she had to do when Jack's voice broke through.
She looked at the boy next to her who she had neglected to even acknowledge before then. He had matched her steps and was suddenly made very aware of the stone she stepped on.
"Huh...cool...", she let out stoically. She gave a very slight nod, almost imperceptible, and kept that emotionless mask on. Skylar did not care if she seemed rude, but the boy was at least trying, that was a bit admirable. Still, she did not show any hint of interest. She continued to act passive at all times unless the situation was dire. There really was no point otherwise.
That is until she realized something that annoyed her about that fact. Damn it...that's just ninety-nine steps I might have to run up should something happen. Not only that, but she also figured there might be other people scrambling up these steps to get out. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that. Skylar looked about the narrowed space she was in and once the image of a panicked mass stopped forcing itself upon her imagination, she actually commended the Egyptians for such a nice piece of architecture. They did seem to be very exact as Jack said. That was something apparent even in the blueprints she saw. It was a pity that it was going to have to come down, but it was a miracle in itself that something this old was still structurally sound.
Xephyr took a deep breath of the cooler air and let it expand in his lungs and down his throat. He could tolerate the heat, but it was something that was far from enjoyed. With every step lower, he could feel it get cooler. Every now and again, a miniscule flowing of cooler air would rustle around in the air, cooling him either further. Yet, no matter how far they descended, there was one part of his body that was continuously warmed. His right arm captured in the clutches of his female companion, Anya.
The warmth flowed outward from his arm through his body. A deep warmth. Xephyr could no longer focus on the mission. He wasn't sure if his arm was the culprit responsible for this sudden output of heat, or if it was just a conduit for Anya's. He wasn't even sure how he felt about it all. It was troubling. He couldn't decide if he enjoyed the skinship and admired Anya or if he was anxious over it and was scared of her.
(Going to end it here. I'm going to see if I can write in shorter bits everyday. Maybe this story will make some progress that way. Comments always thanked whether they be good or bad. Suggestions always welcome. Though I know there's maybe three people reading this, tops.)
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