Energy Zap(Please, someone join, I'm bored)

[Xaver]

As expected, Xaver' homeland was in far more turmoil than the older man let on, by about a hundred times over. After settling some of the larger, Xaver sat in one of the huge council rooms, seated at the circular table. But he wasn't very involved as the others debated. He was slouched in his chair, his elbows on the arms of it, his hands folded across his lower abdomen.

--How are you?-- he sent out randomly, to Ginny.

It was the first thought he had sent her. He had been thinking of her nonstop, but hadn't thought about mentally actually talking to her until that morning.


"Lord Xaver... XAVER PAY ATTENTION!" someone snapped.

Xaver jumped, sitting straighter in his seat, giving them all an apologetic, but not very sheepish look. He began to doze away again, when the words 'battle' and 'riot' reached him.
"Repeat that?" he input, suddenly paying very close attention.

Aaro nodded at him, seated next to the young lord, and sighed gravely.
"We were saying, we have no choice but to battle these people. It won't so much be fighting them as making them back down and stop bothering our people. You've seen the effect of the last riot, just outside our gates."

"Yes," Xaver said. "We said we needed to stop that. Of course. We're not idiots. But going into full-fledged battle? Don't you think that's a little overboard?"

Aaro shook his head.
"Let me explain, what we haven't told you, and what you haven't been around to hear..."

[Ginny Weasly]

~Okay, I guess.~ Ginny sent back, softly. really, she was frustrated. She was being followed around in  time by twelve guards. They really were a bother. They didn't let her speak to anyone, and the made her work all day, since she had gotton up.

She walked to a store and saw a younger version, by at least a year, heading off after some people. She followed, half thinking about what had happened when she woke up. Mhan had tried talking to her again. It unnerved her.

[Xaver]

--Seriously, are you okay?--


There were going to battle with a neighboring realm. Not only was Xaver annoyed and disturbed by it, he was worried. There was nothing romantic or heroic or wonderful about battle. Half of it was luck of staying alive, half of it was keeping your company alive, and the entire thing was based on driving a nearly equal force back, and away.

Already, and too soon, Xaver was in his black pants, leather boots, and a sort of reinforced black, full-sleeved top. He slipped random knives into specially-made hidden pockets. The sides of his boots, his forearm sleeves, his belt-buckle, etc.

Almost mournully, Xaver clipped a short-sword to his side.

--How are you doing?--

[Ginny Weasly]

~I'm okay, or I will be. You don't sound too good.~ Her comment sounded off hand, though it wasn't She had just frozen one of her former selves, and it was creepy.

[Xaver]

-I'm alright. I've been staying out of trouble.- 

He strapped his belt on, tied the loop of his boot lace, and exited the tent he had been in, climbing immediately into the saddle of his huge armred horse, and friend, Centaur. Mentally, he conversed with the animal, though the conversation was extremely low.

-Did you know I still had that orb you gave me, the first time we met?-

He pulled it out of his shirt pocket, and rolled it around his fingers, staring at it a moment, before putting it back into the pocket, clasping it closed. He sent a thought, and Centaur went to a gallop, and propelled them to the side of Aaro. The horse stopped next to him, and Xaver bowed his head, sighing.

"Are you ready?" Aaro asked.

Xaver looked up, his expression grim.
"When is one ever ready to meet what we are today?" he shook his head, and accepted the offered longsword.

"You must be. It is too late to back down now."

"I didn't want to go in the first place. I hate everything to do with war. You know that."

"Aye."

"...Let us be forgiven in Elysium."

"Are you a religious man, Xaver?"

"Not particularly."

"I am."

"Well, prey for both of us, then."


Xaver shook his head, turned his horse, and watched. He was standing atop a hill, warriors and friends and nearly family behind him, looking down into the bowl of the valley. Where most lords stuck to the back, to be able to run away, Xaver stayed in the front. He was not a coward, and wouldn't set his friends as assets sure to die. He would fight with them. He would bleed with them. And if it required it, he would die with them.


--I miss you.--

[Ginny Weasly]

~You never used that? Why'd you keep it so long? Most people get curiouse and throw them to see what they do.~ She sent, softly to him, leaning against a wall and closing her eyes. She ignored the guards telling her to keep moving.

~I miss you too.~

[Xaver]

-I never needed to. Or, I was too stubborn and stupid to realize I did. And for some reason, I wanted to keep it close.-  Mentally, he softly chuckled, and then his mindpath was blank and unreachable.

Xaver didn't want to ever stop talking to her, but had he kept on, it was likely that either he would have revealed to her he was literally in battle, and/or, he would have been killed. Easily, he could do many things at once. But the effects of battle affected him in ways no other things did. He hated it.

It had started at dawn, and it ended at mid-morning the next day. They had driven the others off, thankfully, and were then, tending to the wounded. And dead.
Xaver wasn't life-threateningly, or horribly injured, so he, after getting a few pathetic bandages slapped on, which he took off anyway, he went about, healing others. He was kneeling next to Aaro, who was sitting against his sword, stuck into the mud, his legs extended in front of him. He had been swiped pretty fiercely just above the knee, but Xaver was fixing it.

--..Where are you?-- he sent to her randomly, his mentality a little shaken, though that was hidden, just wanting to hear her voice.

[Ginny Weasly]

~When, remember? Around the time of Worl War II.~ Ginny was alone know. Her guards had gotton scared and run off when things had gotton rough. Ginny shuddered, there are few things as strange as fighting yourself physically. She had learned one thing though. She used to depend on her mental powers alot more then she should have.

[Xaver]

-Right, when-OW.-

He cursed aloud. Aaro, when Xaver wasn't paying him much mind, had reached foreword and tapped Xaver's ribs, seeing as how he was favoring them, and wincing.
"Bast-" he began.

"No, actually," Aaro retorted stiffly, frowning at the significant pain that had written itself across Xaver's face. It wasn't usual. "I'm just an old man worried about a younger. You need to get that treated. It doesn't look so good."

"Neither does this," Xaver snarled, poking Aaro's knee.

Aaro winced, and clenched his teeth, but fell silent. Xaver nodded at him, and, though still favoring.. well, his entire aching body, he finished healing Aaro's leg.


--Sorry. Papercut.--

He slowly rose, with help from Aaro, but steel-mindedly refused to be taken to the healer tent, moving on over, and finding Centaur, beginning to remove the horse's tack. Centaur nudged Xaver's side appreciatively. Xaver winced, but merely petted the stallions leathery nose, removing all and everything. The horse was brilliant, and didn't need anything to hold him down. The odd saddle was just to keep Xaver in place while he was on his back, and... killing...

Xaver shivered, and leaned his forehead against the horse's neck.

--Are you doing okay?--

[Ginny Weasly]

~yeah, peachy.~ Ginny sent. She stood and rubbed her eyes. She was really tierd, and didn't realize her arm was bleeding. She looked around, then dissappeared into shadows as some soldiers walked by. She had managed to win against herself, but she had to find those stupid guards and get outta there before she found herself. She stopped walking and shook her head.

~Time travel is confusing.~

[Xaver]

-I bet,- he replied softly, sympathetically, and worried for her. -I can't even keep my own time under control.-

He hadn't meant to let that slip, but he was too tired to figure out he had, let it. He tried to clamber up onto the back of the horse, but found it too painful, so from his back emerged his wings again, of which simply lifted him, and dropped him onto Centar's back, folding then. Being huge and impassive, his wings had not eluded all weapons. They were blanketed with their share of gashes and many feathers were clipped and ravaged and nearly all were sticky, and glued together with blood, of which in the black satin, only gave off a demonic hue. Xaver himself was covered with both others, and his own, blood. Blood, grass, and mud covered him. He was just very good at hiding how hurt he was.
Besides, there were others who were worse off. He was too stubborn to let himself be healed, if there was another who could be saved in his place. So, slouching, exhausted, on the bare back on Centaur, he sent a thought, and the stallion carefully trotted back toward Aaro.


-How much do you have to do?- he asked her.

[Ginny Weasly]

~Not much more.~ Ginny lied quickly. She rubbed her temples and sanned the area for any of her guards.

"Losers!" She shouted, angrily.

[Xaver]

Xaver paused, both mentally, and physically. Her response was too quick, as he caught it.
-Really?-

"Xaver, we need to go, now. The other realm has began one last charge on the far flank. That is where we are housing most of-"

"Our injured, I know. Let's get out there! Come on!" Xaver urged, calling forth those well enough to help.

Steeling himself, he sat up straight, withdrew his longsword again, and Centaur began at a full run. He alone, would be there as a reinforcement, first. The weight of his weapon felt unusually heavy.

-I've got some work done back here. I bet you'd bash my head in if you knew. If they don't do it first..-

His wings expanded, and he flew off Centaur's back, literally, landing amidst a crowd of his own men, and the opposing, standing between the two..

-I hope to see you soon...-

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny ignored the question of wheather she was telling the truth. In reality, she had just ducked behind a building. Someone had started throwing bombs from airplanes.
"Sht...sh!t!!!" Ginny said, seeing a bomb comming and running faster then she ever did in another direction. She slouched behind a thick building.

"Owws...." She muttered, rubbing her head.

~Xaver, you'd probley hate me as well.~ She sent, jumping up, this time becuase she saw a guard. She tackled him, and over the roar of alarms she made him understand her. The other guards appeared, since they had mind connectors and helped Ginny, who had slipped to the ground, her legs weak from running and explosions and the fight before.

~We'll see each other soon.~

[Xaver]

There was a scream, and a shudder, as Xaver's sword went through the middle of some unfortunate soul. He looked up, and their eyes met.. It was just a kid. Xaver withdrew, screaming, cursing, in pain, and almost too tired to carry on. The kid was dead, he knew. Xaver was not so precise with his sword, as to not know. He kneeled and searched for the boy's pulse, not finding it.. He was dead.
-No matter what you did, or what you would ever do, I could never hate you.-
Xaver was tackled from behind, the force of the blow driving him over and far away from the boy's body, and his sword. He was rolling around bodies, hands clenching around his neck. He struggled for a moment, then with a sudden burst of energy, expelled his attacker away, standing. He looked up, and not a foot away, another was in the air, falling toward him, weapon raised and plundering down toward his chest. With sudden impact, Xaver gave a grunt and a short cry, slammed to the ground even as he made to move, his efforts preventing death, but the blade still hit him, grazing through the tender flesh of his side between his ribs and hip. He put his hands up to the shoulders of the other, and with a sudden force of energy, threw him away, the entire effort of the magic he had tapped, rippling through the valley, flattening everything standing more than a few inches high.

He coughed and rolled onto his side, and was the first to stand, dragging a foreign sword up with him.
Slowly, he brought it up, shaking, as he swung it down into the lead command of the enemy.


He tried to allow himself to fall to his knees, but at that same instant, as others seemed to know what had just happened, there was a sort of stampede - a riot - and arms came around Xaver, pulling him away. He would have struggled, but the knife to his throat held him at bay.


--...I hope so...--