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[atrb=background,http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a285/Kyo-Sun/xanbg-1.png] The new job he had been presented with was not an ideal one, that was for sure; however, he wasn’t about to turn down the chance for more power. Now that he was the city admin of Viridian City, Lux’s military base, he was the one calling the shots on how people were trained. He would like to think he improved the system they had, where everyone did the same training, preparation and drills, when he changed the system to target strengths of the individuals. If one man (or woman) showed a bright mind for tactics, they were put on a path to become a tactical assistant, not a fighter, where as the man who was far too muscled for his own good was put through thousands upon thousands of combat skills, training battles and the like to further strengthen his combat readiness. Xander was proud that he had come in, got the respect he deserved rather quickly by easily mopping the floor with one of the toughest recruits there (Fortis helping out a lot there). Despite his status around the camp, and his successes, the job was daunting on the young, twenty year old male, who was constantly suppressing who he really was. The workload was taking its toll if the bags freshly collecting under his not as sharp green eyes where any indication. This was exactly why the young sentinel was taking a stroll through the extravagant nature reserve Viridian boasted. The once forest was more like an immaculately manicured garden. The trees were perfectly filled with leaves, the grass cut at the same level everywhere and the flowers bloomed as if they were in a pasture, not under trees. The Bug-type Pokémon were all driven out, and all that remained were the occasional Butterfree, Pidgey, and Oddish. The sound of the breeze whispering through the leaves was pleasant on Xander’s pounding head. He stopped, almost in the middle of a path and closed his eyes. He was neatly dressed in a slim fitted, white suit with a green tie that matched his eyes. His blonde hair was freshly cut, but he was not wearing perfume because it would have just made his headache worse. Sighing heavily, the male raised his hand to the bridge of his nose and pinched on it lightly with his index finger and thumb, trying to ease the pain of his throbbing head. “Ugh…” He groaned softly, the air around his lips visible in the crisp fall air. Autumn colors surrounded the boy, making his clothing pop against the array of oranges and yellows around him. The aromas and near silence was doing wonders for him, but with his eyes closed, he had no way of knowing he wasn’t alone. It was only a matter of time before whoever it was converged on him. [Tagged] blue / jingles [Words] 471 [Notes] lalala

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I CAN TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY,

● tags: xander ● words: 526 ● notes: yusss I posted. ●
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[atrb=CellPadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true] Viridian Forest was as close to Viridian City that Blue would be able to feel safe at. It was a nice place. Far too nice. He knew very well that Lux had gotten its grimy hands on maintaining the forest, which he found just a bit disturbing. A forest was meant to be overrun with foliage and wild, not trimmed and tamed like a garden. Not a single branch was out of place. Sure, it was nice to look at, but it didn't feel right. Still, Blue often found himself wandering through the area. It was a good place to settle one's mind and even if it was maintained by Lux, it was still a forest, which meant it was mostly absent of people and that there were plenty of places to hide. But Blue's best bet at staying out of trouble would probably be a quick getaway on Hermes' back. And this was exactly why Blue found himself in Viridian Forest. He knew it was a good place to train under-leveled Pokémon as well. He'd been unfortunately gifted with a Venipede when an empty, stray Pokéball tumbled out of his backpack and an unsuspecting Venipede had prodded it curiously, accidentally capturing itself. A Pokémon was a Pokémon and Blue knew each one had its own potential. So why not train it? Blue reached for his belt and unclipped a single Pokéball. He pressed the center button with his thumb and a burst of red light flooded the area, fading away to reveal the Venipede. It was a rather large bug type Pokémon for its basic stage. He'd heard that its fully-evolved form was enormous. "Well, get some fresh air while you can," he said to the Venipede. "Training will start soon, got that?" The Venipede nodded at its trainer before letting out a determined "Veni! Venipede!" Determination and eagerness to please was always good when it came to Pokémon. Appealing as a snack to other Pokémon, however, was not. The Honchkrow had swept down from the treetops out of absolutely nowhere. Blue hadn't even noticed the damn thing and before his mind processed what had happened, the crow Pokémon had scooped his Venipede neatly off the grass in its talons and was already flying away. "What on... H-hey! Damn bird! Where the fuck do you think you're going with my Pokémon!?" he screeched, chasing after the Honchkrow. He could see his Venipede squirming about in the Pokémon's grasp, flailing its skinny legs for help. Thinking fast, Blue released his Pidgeot. The Pokémon let out a screech and without receiving any orders from his trainer, he knew exactly what he was to do. The Pokémon put on a burst of speed with a Quick Attack as Hermes chased after the Honchkrow. Blue refused to be humiliated this way. How dare that Honchkrow tote one of his Pokémon off! Not on his watch. "Goddamn it! Get back here!" he railed angrily, no longer bothered by the fact that there might be others around the forest. It mattered not if these people who might be lurking about were a part of Lux. He wanted his damn Pokémon back.

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[atrb=background,http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a285/Kyo-Sun/xanbg-1.png] Malum’s life revolved around causing trouble for everyone else around him; friends and especially foes were his target with no discrimination between them. Everyone was a target for the terror’s games, tricks and pranks – literally; no one or nothing was safe when Malum was out of his tiny home. Today happened to be the Honchkrow’s turn to be out and about with the blonde city admin. In fact, he had almost instantly flown off the moment the red light formed his body, signifying he was fully outside of the Pokeball. He left his trainer behind in a cloud of browning leaves and trilled notes from his beak that were eerie close to a cackle. The overly mischievous avian took flight, and headed for the forest, which happened to be where he decided to terrorize on his outings. He hadn’t known his trainer would follow him to the silent retreat. To Malum’s dismay, the forest was lacking in targets to torture on the day he chose to go there. There were hardly any Pokémon about and absolutely no humans yet. However, the bird kept his wits about him because it was only morning, after all. He had all day to stretch his wings and make people jump! The only Pokémon he could see were the normal ones, which were far too easy to manipulate that it was dreadfully, almost excruciatingly, boring. Therefore, he resolved himself to wait until something of worth came by, and a few hours later, his patience was rewarded in the form a handsome trainer and his Venipede. It was rare to see such an odd looking bug in the Forest, but even more rare to see a trainer he wasn’t familiar with. He wasted no time because in all honesty the crow was starting to become quite restless and silently took off from his perch, swooping down on the unsuspecting duo and clenching the morbidly obese bug-type in his talons. With a caw that could have been mistaken as a sadistic laugh, Malum beat his mighty, midnight blue wings and winked at Blue before taking off into the sky. His talons dug deeper and deeper into the centipede-like creature’s exoskeleton, probably breaking it in places. With the swiftness only known to a pretend mob-boss, Malum took off, not noticing (or caring) that he was being pursued. Upon breaking through some tree limbs, he spotted the rather obvious Xander standing in the midst of the colorful leaves in his crisp white suit, and the large crow decided to give the Venipede as a present to his bug-hating trainer…to get a few laughs, of course. The thud startled Xander out of his previous thoughts, and he looked at the red-ish purple bug with utter disgust, “My dear, Malum, what the hell is that doing here?” With his nose upturned, Xander waved his hand at the poor, bloody mess, “Brunch is served, you lunatic. Enjoy it.” With that, Xander turned his piercing green eyes towards the direction his malicious Pokémon had come from. Where had this parasite come from? It had to have been someone’s, but if that someone was careless enough to let their Pokémon be snatched by Malum of all creatures; they needn’t be a trainer. Sure, the Honchkrow was a bit…quirky but he wasn’t all bad. That’s when the Pidgeot came bursting through the leaves, glaring at the Honchkrow now eating the defenseless Venipede. Xander glared back at it, quickly calling out his own Pidgeot, “Intersect our unwanted guest, dear Avi.” Avi, fluffing out her wings, followed orders, flying towards the oncoming bird, screeching a battle cry as she did. The air around her heated rapidly, shimmering like a mirage as she rocketed upwards. She tilted her wings just in time, swooping in front of the other Pidgeot, the Heat Wave following behind her to make a barricade. [Tagged] blue / jingles [Words] 641 [Notes] I APOLOGIZE FOR XANDER.

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I CAN TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY,

● tags: Xander ● words: 426 ● notes: Erm. This was bad. x.x I didn't know where to go with it. ●
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[atrb=CellPadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true] Well, that wasn't something you saw every day. A Pidgeot that knew Heat Wave? But Blue was prepared for anything that was thrown in his direction. After all, he was a gym leader. The Pidgeot halted in his tracks, fluttering backwards a bit. It was a skill that had taken years for the Pokémon to master, flying backwards. It bought enough time to wait for Blue to show up. The trainer was breathing a bit heavily from the chase but he had plenty more energy for a good fight. He felt the sudden rush of a rising temperature from the other Pidgeot's Heat Wave attack. "Whirlwind, Hermes!" he shouted from below. He got the sense that his opponent was not a wild Pokémon and for a second, the Heat Wave had caught him off guard. But he managed to order retaliation to his Pokémon in the nick of time. Blue's eyes went straight to the bloody shell of the Venipede. Well. Truth be told, Blue was never overly fond of the mistakenly-caught bug Pokémon. But the Venipede had still been his Pokémon and although he'd never admit it, Blue had grown attached to the bug. So it had turned into a bit of a pride thing. Someone's Pokémon had made a meal out of his Venipede and this was something he refused to stand for. Especially because it was Xander. "Unwanted guest my ass!" Blue fumed angrily. Here stood Xander Cromwell, city admin of Viridian City. His city. Not only had Xander snatched the title of leader, but he had now also snatched a Pokémon from him. He'd gone too far. "We have rules in this world, Xander, and they're unspoken ones that don't have to be written out because the majority of the human population has enough sense to follow them." Hermes let out a high-pitched screech as he bat his wings, kicking up a powerful gust of wind. He too shared his trainers' contempt for the other man. Feelings tended to translate over from trainer to Pokémon. Blue clenched his right hand into a tight fist, digging his blunt nails into his palm. He couldn't stand this person and just seeing him infuriated Blue. He knew for a fact that Xander would, most likely, be able to call for reinforcements and have him taken away. But Blue didn't care. He didn't care that Viridian City was only a fifteen minute walk from the forest. He didn't care that Viridian City also happened to be one of the locations where Lux support was the strongest.

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[atrb=background,http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a285/Kyo-Sun/xanbg-1.png] The voice came before the face, but it was rather unmistakable as it were. Blue Oak was the man (for he certainly wasn’t a boy anymore) who Xander usurped in Virdian; immediately following Lux finding Blue guilty of Nox related acts, they took his Gym Leader status away from him and offered it to Xander. Accepting the position wasn’t because Xander had a personal quarrel with the brunette, he hadn’t even known the male personally; however, Xander knew that accepting this position would give him more power. Sure, he was a Sentinel before he was given Viridian, but to be in charge of the military base gave him more credit and control in Lux. Albeit he didn’t have full control, nor wanted full control, the power he did have was intoxicating to the young man of twenty. So, logically, Blue wasn’t a problem – until now. The guy had the audacity to come back to the forest of which he once had jurisdiction, the forest he was thrown out of, the forest that would not hold a welcoming reunion with the fiery, reckless youth. Xander’s own green eyes narrowed angrily at the others’; a look of absolute disgust and disapproval etched itself onto Xander’s youthful features. He wasn’t pleased that Blue was brave enough to get this close to Viridian, which they weren’t far from because Xander had only been walking for maybe ten minutes. He could easily call people to come apprehend the Neanderthal, but what would be the point when he could handle the brunette himself? The whirlwind propelled the other Pidgeot backwards before it could become roasted pidgin, which would have made for two deaths in one day. Xander’s goal wasn’t to kill Pokémon, but if that were what it took to win, he’d go that far. He wasn’t a little kid anymore, and neither were the people around him. It was wartime, and someone had to lose in war. Both parties could not be winners; non-surprisingly, Xander would do everything in his power to make sure his side won. Which is why he turned to face the other, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets, “You are most definitely not welcome here, Mr. Oak.” He raised one, cleanly cut, golden blonde eyebrow in a look of complete incredulity…and laughed as if the other had lost his mind. “Rules? You’ve got to be joking! If you haven’t noticed, imbecile, this is war. Rules no longer exist. It’s kill or be killed.” He shook his head, closing his eyes and feigning care for the other’s well being. “If you haven’t figured that out, I’m sincerely sorry for you.” He opened his piercing green eyes to look over at the other male, frowning. His physical appearance showed sincerity he spoke of, but his tone dripped with the sarcasm he felt. Avi circled around and came to hover above Xander, at the ready in case she was needed. Oh, how she wished she would be needed; her talons have been thirsting for a battle for quite some time now. A real battle, not a crappy spar with Fortis, who would barely raise a feather at her. She trilled a shrill note at Hermes from her position. “I will give you this one chance to leave, Mr. Oak,” Xander called out cordially, “but if you do not heed this grace, I will have to use force. And you don’t want me to do that. You’ve lost one already, don’t make it two.” [Tagged] blue / jingles [Words] 580 [Notes] I APOLOGIZE FOR XANDER.

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I CAN TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY,

● tags: Xander ● words: 452 ● notes: fffff more wimpy posts. ●
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[atrb=CellPadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true] Hubris would be Blue's eventual downfall, and this was probably something that he knew deep down. However, Blue had not fallen quite yet. He would not stand for such insults either. He clenched his right hand into a fist as his own piercing emerald eyes glowered at Xander. Yes, he damn right had the audacity, the courage, and perhaps the insanity to make his way so close to Viridian City. He had decided that he could afford to be careless for a bit, or at least, today. He'd planned on taking a quick peek at how Lux's troops in Viridian City were doing anyways. But then things got more complicated when the Pokéball had fallen out of his backpack and his accidentally-captured Venipede was swept away by a certain Honchkrow. They would settle this the old way. Blue jumped on the opportunity as aggressor. "Hermes, in for a Quick Attack," he commanded. The Pidgeot let out an ear-piercing screech as he surged forward. He tilted his wings on an axis, cutting through the air like a blade. The Pidgeot was fast and had a reaction time to rival it. Blue had not been placed as gym leader for no reason. He was skilled and at times, he knew it. The source of his recklessness was his confidence. He was not afraid of Xander. In his eyes, Xander was an obstacle that he had to squash. His fingers itched to release his Ampharos. A good Thunderbolt would have put all of Xander's Pokémon out of commission. However, once again, Blue's own pride stopped him from releasing the electric type and frying Xander's Pokémon. Blue didn't think that he'd actually accomplish anything from the battle, but he was quite fed up with everything. He was still quite ticked off about being kicked out of Viridian City. Then again, he also rejected and despised Lux all at once. In his opinion, it was a carefully oiled machine that lulled its members and kept them silent in the dark with false securities. Searching for or attempting to reach a utopia was absurd. Of course such places did not exist. If it did, Blue was certain that people would have tried to reach it much earlier. Really though, he'd never been fond of that Venipede. And despite Blue's pride, he would much rather retreat and walk away from a battle than have a Pokémon, one of his comrades, lose their life. He had already experienced the pain of loss in the past and although he'd long forgiven Red for his lost Raticate (it was mostly Blue's fault anyways that time), he had sworn never to lose another Pokémon again. ... so the Venipede was clearly an outlier.

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[atrb=background,http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a285/Kyo-Sun/xanbg-1.png] So typical of Blue, Xander thought as he watched the opposing avian take flight in his initial assault. Xander wanted to laugh, but stopped himself from expressing the joy that was edging at his lips already. He was a bird keeper – flying type trainer, specialist, master. If it was an aerial fight Blue wanted, he was sure to get one; however, he was going to lose. Xander prided himself on his avian Pokémon. There was no way he’d lose this match. A fight between birds, to Blue and trainer who had one to many words to say at any given moment. As far as Xander could tell, there wasn’t much to this over confident bamboo besides his devilishly good looks and sharp tongue. He was quick to react based on emotion, not logical assessment. He was picking a fight he knew he would lose. Xander’s smirk twitched again, his laughter fighting to break through at the other. The screech pierced the otherwise silent forest, scattering the Pidgey, who were not too interested in the fight, into the heavens above. There was the distinct sound of scurrying in the brush too; the Rattata had been startled too. This meddlesome man (because he was definitely no longer the boy he was, even if he did act the same) was coming in here and disrupting the uniformity and order he had meticulously placed there. Well, not him personally, but Lux, and thus, in extension, himself. Besides, Viridian was his city now, and that included this forest. He would kick this brown-haired idiot out on his arse and be rid of him. Or…the thought crept into his mind slowly, sending a cold shiver down his spine. This happened to be war, and Blue had made the crucial mistake of passing into enemy territory…alone. Would this not be the perfect chance for Xander to take a prisoner? This would show Nox that they weren’t able to just waltz were ever they please without consequence. Blue was prominent in the Nox scene; they’d be devastated that such a prominent figure had been captured and contained. They might even be able to convert him – that would be nice, but slightly improbable and definitely impossible. However, the ambitious young city admin was getting ahead of him self. He still had a battle to win. Meanwhile, as the Pidgeot dubbed Hermes made his hastened assault towards Avi, she let out her own battle cry. It was shriller than his was, but definitely just as loud. She flapped her wings, staying where she was, her red and golden mane flying out behind her head majestically. A shimmer of light would have been the only indication of the Mirror Move. Hermes zeroed in, and Avi twirled out of the way, mirroring his speed to dodge the bird’s initial thrust of power. Once out of the way, she cawed again and slashed her wing through the air. The Air Slash rippled through the sky, headed towards the other bird. Xander looked up at the battle for a moment, and then back at Blue. He wouldn’t let Blue just slip away; not when he had this wonderful plan of taking him hostage. “I’m a generous lad, Mr. Oak.” He declared, his smirk playing on his face again making his eyes shine with amusement, “And I shall give you one more chance to surrender. But you’ve lost all chances of leaving this forest free. Come willingly, and I can promise no harm will come to you or Hermes.” He paused for a moment, maybe for emphasis or dramatic effect, but whatever the reason, he started up again a moment later, “Struggle, and I can assure you, the detainment won’t be so pleasant.” [Tagged] blue / jingles [Words] 612 [Notes] fffffff. i dunno where this came from sorry

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I CAN TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY,

● tags: Xander ● words: 491 ● notes: i've decided i'm crap at battles. ●
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[atrb=CellPadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true] It mattered not if Xander was a flying type specialist. It would only make the victory sweeter to Blue, beating Xander at his own game. Then again, Blue had been the one to provoke and begin. ... not that he actually acknowledged it though. Hermes made an incredibly smooth u-turn, only a display of his trainer's skill. Blue was rash but he was still a trainer not to be taken lightly. The Pidgeot barely whirled out of the way of Avi's Air Slash, the razor winds catching at his side. There were a few ruffled feathers in his side, but nothing that would quite hinder his fighting capabilities. Hermes' eyes were fixed upon Avi now. Xander's Pidgeot was not the only Pokémon who had Air Slash in its move set arsenal. Hermes beat his powerful wings, kicking up a gust of buffeting wind. It was a Whirlwind attack headed in Avi's direction, meant to disorient the Pidgeot. It was not worth trying to blow away a skillful flier, something that Xander's Pidgeot had already displayed earlier, but confusing the Pidgeot was worth a shot. But Hermes' wing beats shifted slightly, the strong and powerful gusts of wind slowly shifting into his own Air Slash move. The Pidgeot was quite adept at seamlessly interweaving two moves into one, something that had taken much practice on the Pidgeot's behalf. Blue never planned on going down without a fight, though for a moment, he held his tongue, only because Xander had threatened his Pokémon. Curse that sly fox! Though by the way that Hermes refused to back down, Blue was sure that his Pokémon would be disappointed in him anyways if he gave up the fight. "You're a fool if you think that I'm giving up here!" Blue hissed, offended that Xander would even entertain that thought. "You should know me better than that, Xander." The thought of being taken as a prisoner certainly was not appealing to anyone. It forced a person to become idle and no work would be completed by them as they sat in said prison cell. Blue wasn't even sure where Lux tossed their prisoners, but he was sure that the conditions were either slightly better due to support of the League or slightly crueler, also due to the same support of the League. But Blue was not afraid and he had his pride at stake. For a moment, he was quite sure that being locked away was worth defending it. "I won't be going anywhere." He so badly wished that the victory would give him liberty to chase Xander out of Viridian City, but with such strong Lux activity going on within its gates, it wasn't logistically possible. Seeing the horror of defeat scrawled upon Xander's face would be rewarding enough. He'd knock that man off his high horse if it was the last thing that he did, which, briefly, Blue wondered if it really would be so.

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[atrb=background,http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a285/Kyo-Sun/xanbg-1.png] Xander raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow in mock interest, “I gladly do not know you, Mr. Oak, and you’ll do best to remember that. To everyone else in the world, you may be some big shot celebrity, but to me? You’re nothing more than an annoyance that I must take care of.” Xander’s confidence was pouring out of his pores, seeping onto the ground around him and manifesting in an air that would suffocate anyone that was even the slightest bit doubtful of them selves. Xander had that quality that was so very rare in most people, the quality that granted him the ability to act like perfectly confident with himself when in actuality he despised himself. That was the main reason he put everyone else down. Because, in his mind, if he pushed others down, he lifted himself higher and his own insecurities would not have to be dealt with. His logic was sound, was it not? Well, maybe in a disillusioned world at least, which happened to be what the sentinel lived in. However, his hidden insecurities would not factor into this battle. He was sincerely confident in his ability to beat Blue and take him hostage. It was inevitable, really. Blue signed his own death warrant for not backing down when Xander had given him the chance. This would be where he turned it up a notch and pummeled his opponent. Avi would be more than happy to unclip her feathers, so to speak, and fully commit to this fight. Speaking of the avian, she was watching the other eagle with deadly eyesight; nothing would get passed her keen eyes, although she wanted to rush in to attack now. She had no orders right now but that did not mean she wouldn’t charge if provoked, and that’s precisely what happened. Hermes had made the mistake of jumping straight into an attack instead of trying a stealthier approach. It didn’t take much to confuse Ari, who preferred to fight with pure power. Tactics was left up to the trainers, so this burst of wind head on wasn’t a challenge to the avian. She simply tucked in her wings and fell through the air, dodging the Whirlwind effortlessly. She snapped her wings back out, beating the air and propelling her self upwards again without thinking. She flew right into the other bird’s attack, being buffeted back slightly but recollecting her self once she pushed through. Twirling in the air and throwing out her wings to stop herself, she screeched at the other Pidgeot indignantly, angry now. The air around her rippled as the temperature increased rapidly. Soon, there was a faint red glow around the entirety of the bird’s form, and she propelled herself forward the wave of heat following her. She shifted her wings and made a u-turn of her own, which in turn pushed the Heat Wave towards the other bird. As she retreated away from Hermes, a brisk wind picked up behind her, increasing her speed with a Tailwind. Xander looked up, watching the occurrence of the battle before turning his attention back towards Blue Oak, the man who was trespassing on Xander’s newly inherited garden, “Precisely, Mr. Oak. You won’t be going anywhere. Anywhere but the penitentiary.” He smirked, snapping his fingers once, clearly. Malum instantly stood at attention, leaving the bloody carcass of the bug behind. It jumped into the air, flying away because he knew what was coming. He didn’t want to go back inside his Pokeball just yet. He flew away, blood dripping from his beak. A moment after the snap echoed around the oversized garden, Xander’s personal body guards stepped out from the trees, guns pointed at the single man that was trespassing alone. Such an idiot, Xan thought, smirk growing on his face. “Take him.” [Tagged] blue / jingles [Words] 635 [Notes] fffffff. i dunno where this came from sorry