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

[Xaver]

-You aren't stupid,-  he sent seriously.

Xaver gave a low, loud scream, his eyes opening. There were figures all around him, dark blobs, and one had grasped the front of his shirt, and literally dragged him to his feet. Kind of. Hands went to each of his arms, holding over the painful bruises from earlier, holding him up, ecas as he tried to regain some sense of footing.

-Do you think it would be worth it?- he asked her softly, hiding anything except the thoughts.

[Ginny Weasly]

~No. I've been there once before. He's as parnoid as I am and spends alot of time with false minds. I'm going to trust him. As long as he dosn't cause anymore waves, we can both be left alone from the time workers.~

Ginny looked at Mhan again.
"Okay. I don't trust you. I don't like you. But the feelings mutual, I guess. Truce."

Mhan nodded.
"Okay, I know for a fact no one will be here in an hour."

[Xaver]

Xaver tried to regain some sense of walking, tugging upward on the grips on his arms, trying to relieve some of the blinding, red patches of pain from his eyes, thoughthey apparently took it as if he were trying to escape, and simply grasped his arms tighter. With each lost drop of blood, and movement, Xaver's protests weakened, then simply stopped all together. He bowed his head foreword onto his chest, wincing at the blazing heat turning his thoughts and strength to mush.
Xaver didn't heal nearly as well back in his own realm as he did around Hogwarts. There was a sort of equal amount of magical power, but his realm was in a sense heavier, and less omitting. And the heat.. Xaver had never done well in the heat. And beneath his layers of unique and, though light, thick armor, and layers of clothes, he felt like sloshing muck in boots. Boots of which he began to drag, no strength in his legs left to carry their own weight. The two holding him noticed, and grunted to each other, the first signs that they were actually alive beings. They simply dropped him. Or so it felt.

Xaver gasped and clutched tightly to his aching side, of where he had been quite literally, run through. He felt a boot nudge his cheek, but after that, he physically felt and saw no more, than blackness. The only thing still working properly, being his mind, of which had suffered the least. Or of which hadn't yet taken account of its own blows, yet.

-Be careful,- he sent softly.
Nothing but darkness. He was, for the time being, only mentally conscious. He saw nothing. He felt nothing. Only the patterns and tones and expressions of her thoughts, and his own.

-So how are you two planning to get out?-

[Ginny Weasly]

~I can walk in and out of my cell without getting shocked. I also know how to unlock other cells. If no one is here, we should be able to just walk right out.~ She sent this very softly, somehow sensing he wasn't doing as well as he sounded.

[Xaver]

Her tones softened, and Xaver silently thanked her. Even subconsciously, it seemed, she always knew how to help him at the right times. He allowed his thoughts to settle, somehow not very concerned or worried about much within his own situation. He was fed up with it, really.

-And if someone is there?- he asked, worried about her.

[Ginny Weasly]

~Let's just say I'll be in bigger trouble the next time you see me.~ There was a slight threat in her voice, but still, she kept it soft. She didn't want to hurt him, even if all she sensed was a headache, she couldn't be too careful.

~Xaver? When will we see each other....~ This was spoken even softer, almost like a forgotten thought. Something flew threw the bars and hit Ginny on the head. A pencil. Mhan leaned out and whispered "Hey, your looking worried! Cut it out! They'll think something is up!!"

Ginny gave him a scathing look and rubbed her head.

[Xaver]

Water. Ice. So cold. He was being forced back into physical realism, by his instinctual will to survive. Water in his eyes, his mouth, his lungs.
Xaver choked and gagged, his eyes sliding open, shaking his head against the stream of poured water, of which didn't ceace, until he rolled, slowly, away from it, gasping breathlessly, and spitting up as he did so.

"Good, he's awake," he heard, in in gruff voice.

Xaver raised his searing head, and peered upward, still panting, watching one of the men near him clip a water container back to his saddle belt, saying something lowly to his horse, before turning back to Xaver. The man keenly watched him, until Xaver looked away, dropping flat back onto his stomach, wanting to go back into what was a peaceful blackness.

"Now, now, sonny, stay alive.. you two. His armor," growled the same voice.

Xaver winced at the footfalls, and then gasped again, as he was roughly dragged to his feet, or dangled upward, anyway. He was passed between two burly, heavily armored and muscled soldiers, of who, because his captors had no knowledge of his kind of armor and weaponry, they did a clumsy, and awkward job removing it from him, wringing several cries and groans from his body.
Stripped down to his fitted grey, now blood soaked long sleeve shirt, and black pants, he was simply released, to fall to a heap again. Xaver rolled to his back, then to his side, retching blood until he again he lay still, only able to lie there as they looked over his armor, and attached it to their packs.

-Soon, love,- his thoughts whispered back. -And I can't wait..-

There was a crack of a whip, and for a moment, Xaver thought it was directed toward him. But it wasn't - it was toward the already beaten horse who had literally, just saved his life. It was enough for Xaver.
He rose, though he didn't know where he found the strength do so. And he got angry, though he couldn't imagine, where he found the energy.


Xaver didn't kill them, though he quite easily could have. He removed and vanished everything they owned except their underclothes back to the storage of his home realm, tied them up with magic-powered ropes, gagged them, and left them to be found, setting their horses free. He stumbled over to his new horse friend, sort of clambered onto its back, with help, and leaned foreword against the beasts neck, giving a soft thought, and just hoped the animal would obey, and take him back..

[Ginny Weasly]

"That's no reason to throw something at me! Geeze!" Ginny said, almost comiclly funny. She folded her arms and sat against the wall again, seething. She really didn't like Mhan, but at least it was a truce. He wouldn't bother her anymore, and she didn't have to be afraid for people close to her.
~Me either.~

"Yo, Ginny, look at the time." came the hiss an hour or so later. Ginny started and stood up. She reached through the bars and unhooked her cell door, pushing it open. She walked over to Mhans.

"Back up, kid." She said.

[Xaver]

He somehow knew when she began the escape.
-Be careful,- he sent softly.


The horse had been trained to listen to commands, such as calls, and physical touches, such as the tapping of a heel, of snippet of a whip. Xaver had neither the strength nor willpower to do either. And the animal wasn't used to Xaver speaking to its mind, or his gentle ways. It tried to help him, but could not so much think for itself, as remember the way. The horse, once white, was now, half stained by Xaver, red.
They approached a town he couldn't remember, and Xaver only closed his eyes against the horse's neck. Town = People. If Xaver would be unaccepted, in this heat.. Or if approached with armed forces, he would be easily overrun.
It was sweltering, or so it seemed to him. He shivered, though, spasms of pain wracking his body. He was dizzy, though, and didn't feel nearly as much as he should have. It was going to hurt a lot worse once he was back in his right mind.

[Ginny Weasly]

~Always am.~ She sent, pretending to be cheery. She tapped the lock twice, mummbled the incantantion, and the door swung inward. Knowing Mhan would be right behind her, she quietly walked towards the front of the building. This building was at the center of all time, so only one spot could be used for transporting at all.

~You too.~

[Xaver]

-You more...- he sent in almost a whisper.

"Mister!"

Xaver blearily opened his eyes watching the feint outline of a short,little figure, for a moment, before blinking the red haze from his eyes.. it was so hot..

"Mister?" The voice was a girls. A very little girls.

"Yes?" Xaver replied, wincing at how hollow his voice sounded, softly asking the horse to stop, which it did. He raised his head slightly.

"Are you ok, Mister?"

Xaver stared at her, leaning foreword, fighting the urge to be sick again, until he saw red patches in his line of vision again. He simply shook his head, closing his eyes, and didn't wait for any reaction. He couldn't, if he'd tried. He was unconscious again.

[Ginny Weasly]

"You ready?"

"Shhhh!" whispered Ginny. She crept closer to the center of the building. Hopefully, Mhan was right when he said no guards were there. He had been imprisoned more the her, after all. Mhan dropped something, and it clanged. Ginny forze, as did he.

"Opps...."

[Xaver]

In a haze, Xavers mind could scarcely pick up anything going on. He felt the horse move beneath him, and carry him into the city. He felt arms remove him from the animal.. To a cel, or a medics, he couldn't tell at all. All he knew, was that it was hot. Humid, yet smokey dry. He felt himself shivering nonstop, but he could barely breath.
Slowly, he forcefully opened his eyes, seeing nothing but tan tent and unfamiliar faces around him. They didn't know him. It seemed they were trying to help him, but in reality, they were killing him.
Sweltering, but shivering as if cold, he fought the urge to get sick, moaning aloud at the heavy, obtuse pain aching all over his body.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Hu...." Someone mummbled sleepily. Ginny gave Mhan a look and he shrugged. Someone stood up and came near them. Ginny pulled Mhan around the corner, as whoever it was walked by.

"Come on." Ginny mummbled to Mhan angrily, pulling his sleeve then slipping into the transport room.

[Xaver]

Xaver squirmed. The 'doctors' could not cut off his long-sleeve shirt, like they wanted, because it was inter-woven with chain mail. Hence, scissors would not work. They propped him up, and tugged it off of him, ripping another few tamped down, cries of pain from him. He was almost forced back down, though when one accidentally brushed the wound at his side, he nearly collapsed. He twitched and growled, clamping his teeth far past the point when they would just hurt, keeping silent as much as possible, blinking stars from his eyes as he accidentally knocked his head back against the solid table he lay on.