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

[Ginny Weasly]

"Where to?" Mhan asked.

"Let's just get away from here first." Ginny said, acticating the main portal. She dragged Mhan into it and the two of them landed in some unknown time. She turned to him.

"Listen, Mhan. This truce...does it mean you won't hurt anyone near me?" She asked.

"Not on purpose. I havn't fought you in a while, so I'm almost afraid." He said, laughing.

[Xaver]

Xaver could curse just as good as anybody, and better than probably most. It was torture. They healed where he had been run through, after an excruciating process of cleaning the wound, though they only fixed it with the simplest magic possible. They simply, just weren't strong enough to restrain him, let alone completely heal him. He was a creature none of them had healed before.
Xaver wouldn't remain still long enough for them to heal him any further. he wasn't too sure if they were healing him, just to throw him in some cell, anyway. Twice, he'd tried to get up. Twice, though, he'd fallen to a heap. He hated being powerless. But more, he hated the heat. The weather was getting to him, and efforts to get away were being quickly smothered by it. None of them understood why he wanted to keep moving.
They thought he was insane.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny smiled and held out her hand to shake his.
"Okay, this is a true truce." She said. Mhan shook her hand.

"Okay. Where are you going now?"

[Xaver]

Ok. Xaver knew now, that they thought they 'knew' he was insane. One of the doctors left, and brought back two guards. Xaver winced, his thoughts of the worst confirmed. He tried to back away from them, flipping of the table in the process, but he was, scarily, easily caught. Each guard grasped one of his upper arms, over the blackening bruises there, easily picking up his weakly limp, shirtless body, and literally dragging him out of the tent, into the blinding sunlight, and peircing heat. Xaver bowed his head, tightly shutting his eyes, as his sweat seeped over him, the salty particles teasing open wounds and driving him mad. The guards simply kept walking, and Xaver didn't even bother to look where.

[Ginny Weasly]

"I don't know. I can't go home. I'll go hide out somewhere." She said, smiling. He nodded and activated his time travel portal to his home.

"Bye, Ginny." He said, dissapearing. She slumped against a tree.

~Xaver?~

[Xaver]

-Yeah?-
He blinked, amazed at how groggy and low his own voice sounded, even mentally. He cleared his thoughts as much as he could, and then more softly, -How'd it go? Are you alright?-


Xaver, agonizingly, raised his head, looking around as he was being led forcefully through the street. Then he immediately put his head back down, cursing. He was in the outskirt town of the neighboring enemies he had just got done fighting with. If he was recognized..
Xaver shifted his feet beneath himself, trying to walk, and not let himself just dangle, but he couldn't find the strength. And the guards holding him were moving too quickly, and, thinking he was trying to escape, clenched his arms tighter. Quickly, he began lose feeling in his hands.
He fought the sloshing-bile feeling in his stomach, his eyes cloudy, his footing non-existant, drooping heavily in the manacles of his captor's hands. Number one was to get out of the heat, to survive. Number two was not to be recognized. Three was to get away..

There was no doubt, the heat was getting to Xaver. He finally found his feet and started slowly walking, though he shouldn't have even gone so far - the warm, seeping blood from the re-opened wound on his back pouring over him, darkening his belt and black pants, shining bright, and dark, thick red over his bare skin - was proof enough. He did walk though, numbed by the mush his thoughts had turned into. He walked like a drunk, aloud, talked like a drunk, rambling incessant, incoherent mumbles, and cursing and groaning with pain with every shock of pain that coursed through him. Not thinking straight anymore.
The guards glanced at each other, but didn't do anything. Simply kept pushing him along.

[Ginny Weasly]

~I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out where to go. I can't go home, to our original time. I might go hide out in my childhood, but that's obviouse...~ She sent, hoping he wasn't to busy to help her. She could feel his mental distress, even though he was trying to hide it.

[Xaver]

Xaver was quiet for a moment, none too messed up to think straight, occasionally, though he was slightly losing it. He was being dragged again, his legs having gave out after he tripped over himself.

-If you could get me out of my mess, love,- he sent softly, outwardly frowning as the guards stopped, conversing over him. He realized, they weren't sure where to throw him. And that could be bad. -I would gladly help you, take you anywhere..-

Xaver, noting the ache in his arms had reduced a little, threw himself backward, his legs over his head in a backflip, landing on his feet. He wobbled, but remained standing. The wounds stung, blood stained the white flesh of his back, licking around to his chest and belly, drying quickly in the heat, but it was more like a dull ache; he was finally pinpointing his own magic, and slowly, agonizingly slowly, curing injuries. Xaver was injured, but not enough to let himself be caged. Never again.

[Ginny Weasly]

~I can do that. Mind telling me how deep your in?~ She asked, concerned. She began to find his location by pinpointing where his messages came from.

[Xaver]

Xaver was about to turn, when one guard drew sword, and the other, expanded his hands at his sides, becoming enveloped in blue power. Xaver shook his head, wobbling backward, but keeping his balance. The wobble was enough, and he was closed in by a hoard of people, pushing and prodding him foreword, he without the strength to stop it.
-Very, I should say.. It's so hot out..-
Mentally, Xaver shivered. He hated the heat..

Suddenly, there was an outcry, and all motion ceased, as Xaver began cursing.
"Look! It's him! The remaining enemy prince!"

Xaver bowed his head and tried to duck away, but he was suddenly flat on his stomach, a knee nailed into his back, hands pinning him down. Xaver panted, his breathng short and labored, as he was being suffocated, and smothered by the sweltering weather.

[Ginny Weasly]

~Alright, I should be there in a few seconds. Try to stay where you are.~ Ginny told him, having a feeling he might not have a choice. She hurridly opeaned a portal to pass between worlds and stpped in.

[Xaver]

Xaver didn't reply. He couldn't wrap his mind around focusing enough.
His wrists were tied behind his back with a sort of sticky, itchy twine, that immediately cut into his skin, biting and drawing blood. The knee at his back was removed, and a hand went to his hair, clenching, and yanking his head back, bringing him up to his knees, with enough force to make him see stars, a blade pressing threateningly against his throat.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny stepped out from her portal, and quickly elbowed her way into the crowd. Several people refused to move, and she simply overpowered them with a sharp kick the behind their knees.

"Excuse me, could you please let him go?" She asked, smiling, in a voice sickly sweet at the ones who help Xaver.

[Xaver]

Xaver pried his eyes open, looking foreword, as his hair was released, though not relaxing, still aware of the blade held against his jugular, close enough that each movement stung. Xaver blinked heavy beads of sweat and delerium out of his eyes. Ginny.. God she was beautiful. And so impeccably helpful. If only he had found her sooner..

"On what grounds should I do that, Miss?" the guard holding him asked. "His life could mean the outcome of our Wars."

[Ginny Weasly]

"His life could mean the outcome, or rather the end, of your lives." She kept her smile, and her sweet tone, but her eyes had a dark glint, showing her words were no an idle threat. She didn't look at Xaver directly, shehad to keep herself in control, and looking at him, she couldn't do so.