((I know! I thought it was supposed to be dinnertime! X) Well, since that was what I was told a month ago when I started writing this post, and Daisuke and THE-DOCTOR have been waiting for me to write these particular scenes, I'm going to continue on in the evening of Thursday, September 2, 2010

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((And yay, dragonboy!! You finally posted for Kronos!!!!

He's quite an intriguing character.))
((Whoa! I started writing this over a month ago o.O ))
Aeryn
A deep, penetrating chill clung to the night air, the kind that prompted most into jackets (unless they were already equipped with one like Aeryn was). The season of barren trees would soon be on its way, clasping its icy grip on central California, where Marigold High was located. Aeryn had witnessed it all before, for she had lived at this school, even in the timeless heat of summer, since her freshman year. Before long, the radiant blue skies and the arid atmosphere of summer's breath would fade into gray and snow that fell like the perished leaves of summer long gone. Oh, such a lugubrious, dreadful feeling was emitted from this season. It was like the clinging of melancholy to your bones, only to find they were already too frozen over to feel anything.
Ah yes; how she loved winter.
For now though, Aeryn was grateful for that crisp, pinch of frigidness that was a pleasant side effect of September, for it cleared her mind. On nights such as this, she could actually
think for once. And it was at the beach between the owl's hours where her mind could breathe unclouded (as much as she liked clouds), wholesome thoughts. As with the halls of Marigold, Aeryn preferred to sit amongst the fractured seashells and long-forgotten sandcastles
alone. It was a statement her head confirmed to be true. But as for her heart...
Her indiscernible gaze drifted--as if upon the waves she sat before--to a certain place; a certain place in the woods where a rugged, raven-furred wolf had stood just the night prior.
Aeryn riveted her focus to the breathing exercises she had been taught in aikido. Well, she
tried to anyways.
Releasing a sigh of exasperation, she retrieved her bamboo jo--a staff weapon--from beside her canvas bag. After a few skis here and a few swings there, Aeryn became so absorbed in her training that she failed to hear the offset rustle approaching her from the forest.
Shattering the tranquil sounds of the surf, an unidentifiable entity erupted from the forest deep. With the same propullsion the figure used to launch himself out of the woods, he whirled his weapon (whatever it was; Aeryn couldn't see anything since they were enveloped in complete darkness) and made a swing for Aeryn's head not unlike a baseball batter with a ball. Aeryn knew her head would resemble a homerun if she didn't dodge her ambusher's attack. With the slightest slide to the right, the would-be attack whirred past her head, but not without a solid clip on her ear. She started to suck in air from the pain, but was forced to catch herself on her breath, for immediately the next strike was being delivered. This time its target was her kidneys--a mortal blow if struck with enough force. Judging from the
swoosh sound the weapon made as it rammed through the air like a catapult, Aeryn could tell it would certainly land her a backstage pass for the Grim Reaper if she didn't act.
Again, Aeryn slid out of the way, not hesitating to deliver a solid whack where his right hand should have been. With a hint of skill and a pinch of luck, she landed a blow that would send this assassain's hand bruising into next month. With such strike, Aeryn aimed to disable her opponent's means of offense by injuring his hand. Only, there was one miniscule, yet essential detail she hadn't considered.
"Too bad, little Hoodie Girl," the brigand sneered, his cackle echoing all over the darkness. "
I'm left-handed!"
Aeryn cursed excessively to herself. How idiotic! How
assumptive! What a
fool she was for failing to realize that her attacker's swings had, indeed, been coming from his
left!Still, two hands were better than one.
"Face it, girl!" Her assailant taunted. "You've lost! Why I even
considered an amateur like you to be worthy is beyond
m--"
Like a bolt of lightning, Aeryn whirled her jo towards her newfound enemy and whopped it against his left knee, awakening the empty darkness with a cracking sound, well, like thunder.
"Is
that better?" Patronized Aeryn as the brigand crumbled to the ground. "I made sure to strike your dominant appendage this time."
His only response was weighted breathing through clenched teeth from, what Aeryn thought to be a fair guess, pain. She remained in a fighter's stance, just in case he had the nerve to attack once more.
Finally, the defeated man cut through the roaring silence of the night with, "I'd be outta luck if I was a soccer player." Aeryn could hear him struggling as he fought to his feet.
"So, Miss Warrior Girl." He didn't seem to be joking around this time with the "name-calling". In fact, it had sounded like a prestigious title."You've been invited to the Underground for shattering my knee."
((Wow... This totally sucks )X At least I finally typed something up, seeing as I won't be able to post until Friday afternoon, so Spec's part will have to wait.))