The Red Wheel

[Trish]

"That sounds lovely. And of course I'm right. I'm always right. I suppose I should be easy on you, you have had seven long years to forget that I am always right. It'll come back to you though, I just know it."

Trish continues to watch the movie. She sits up on the edge of the couch when the sword fighting begins and bounces up and down.

"Ooh, I love a good sword fight. Bring on the severed heads!"

[Virgil- The Prophet]

Virgil smiles and shakes his head a little. Oh, that girl and her blood lust. She was so cute when she was watching body parts fly. "I love this scene."

[Roane]

She smiled and looked up at him. holding on to him tightly.

Good then i shall stay with you. Since i am welcome.

I should like to see the Green Party's new home. Lets go check it out shall we? I can't wait to see what its like inside.

She seemed like a school fairy again. SHe was so impatient to see inside.

[Trish]

The movie wears on and in the end McCloud wins afterall. The bad guy's heads have all been cut off, and all the power has been given to him. Trish feels full of energy. Whenever she watches movies with good fight scenes in them, she always wants to rumble a bit. She stands up and hops on her toes a little bit.

"Virgil, wanna wrassle? I don't think it would be wise to have a sword fight in here, but don't you just feel like a little sparring? Come on, show me what you've got."

[Virgil- The Prophet]

"Ya, swords would be a bad idea in the room... well, as long as we don't smash each other against stuff too much it should be fine."

Virgil stands up, throwing the blanket back onto the couch. He rolls his neck and takes his stance. "Alright," he shifts his weight back and forth, from left to right, "A little work out is always a good idea."

[Trish]

"Wonderful. Hold on a minute."

Trish pushes the couch out of the way, as well as the end tables, making a little space at the center of the room.

"There."

The takes her stance, smiling widely.

"I bet you can't pin my shoulders to the ground."

She makes a rush at him, plowing into him with her shoulder and grabbing his left arm, flipping him over her and throwing him to the ground.

[Virgil- The Prophet]

Virgil's shoulder twists in it's socket as he flips over Trish, letting him land on his feet and hop back. As he does his shoulder rolls back into place with a loud pop.

"Pin you? Hon, you got the strength," he shrugs, spreading his arms and smiling, "But I got the style." Virgil slides forwards, guard up. "How about we start out traditional." He ducks forwards, throwing at right jab at Trish, followed by a second, a switch to the left, and ended with a right hook. As he pulls back from the punch Virgil pivets, spins and strikes with his left foot as he turns, raising for Trish's head.

[Trish]

Trish blocks his punches and kicks and then takes a couple of steps back from him.

"Don't you want to take your nice jacket off, Darling? It might get messy."

[Virgil- The Prophet]

"Hum, good point." Virgil hops back and slides off his jacket, throwing it onto the couch. After a moment he peels off his shirt and tosses it away to, before retaking his stance. "No sense ruining a good shirt, eh?" He drops, planting his weight on his right hand, and sweeps out, swinging around, feet out, to try and take Trish's legs out from under her.

[Trish]

Trish jumps over his leg and lands standing on the floor again.

"You know, those pants might get messed up too."

She smiles and dives at him, sending all of her weight and force into him to put him off balance. Whereas Virgil's moves were more delicate and focused, hers were more like that of a linebacker, using force and strength to disable. Sure, she could punch and kick with the best of them, but this was more fun.

[Virgil- The Prophet]

Virgil slips away, flowing like he's moving without bones. He pushes off the floor, flipping into the air and landing on the arm of the couch, his feet crouched under him.

He shakes his head, "Oh no Trish, I see where this is going. Trying to make our little training bout a stripe show?"

Time for sleep. Night Trish.

[Trish]

((Night Virg Sleep well.))

[Bengal]

((Um...i am gonna put us traveling to moscow now Lunar...its been awhile since you last posted so i thought i would progress our story a bit...sorry if me doing so is out of line... ))

Bengal and Lunar noticed the scent had faded away by the time they reached the beach. The d'amn sorcerer must have taken the kids on to the Ministry of Terror.

"I know where they will be at now. I use to work as a guard for the Ministry of Terror early on in my career. Come Lunar let us go and find our cub."

She walks with her mate to a teleportation booth heading to Moscow. And to the towering black building known as the Ministry of terror.

[Asher]

Asher had found that Sonjia had been very resiliant at first. She had given Asher such a rush. It was thrilling to hear the screams and groans of pain and she whipped exposed flesh and tore slices down her back. Asher also had used the handle of her whip to beat Sonjia about the face and body. Asher began to jump rope with her whip then stopped as she looked up to the clock.

"Your session for this evening is up i am afraid. But don't you worry. You are schedueled for therapy everyday this week. So we can cover this in our next session. If you can think of any questions you might like to ask...sorry but i don't give a d'amn so no use in asking them. I hope you enjoyed torture therapy...i know i have."

She unfastens her and lets the chain drop. Asher got some blood on her hand she licked it away with a look of pure exctasy. She then left Sonjia in the basement and climbed the steps to the hallway. The dragon had dissapeared (gone to his room no doubt) Asher decided to go for a walk. Nothing like fresh air after her work. She was also hungry. Where should she go? Perhaps she might find someone to go with her....maybe not.

[Lady Violet]

"You did an excelent job with the questions Mr. Futsu. It is indeed time for me to go."

I turn around and teleport to my office to tackle the mountains of paper work and the flood of calls concerning Lin-Sat's actions.