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

[Xaver]

"And you, being responsible?" the guard growled, his tone slightly angry.

Xaver adverted his eyes upward, swallowing, the motion enough to sting and send a small trickle of sticky warmth down his neck, and chest. He didn't particularly care, anymore.
"Thinking of her that way would only prove you more a fool than you, even are. Never, underestimate her," Xaver input gruffly, twisting his bound arms behind him, the string numbing his hands, chewing his wrists raw, beginning to struggle again, refreshed by her just being there.

The guards aura darkened, a little more cautious, then. Even nervous. In a normal situation, Xaver would have taken then to rise and pummel the guard. It was just another testament to how weakened he was, that his legs simply shook under him, and panted heavily, his mouth dry, doing nothing.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny gave Xaver the quickest of glances, hoping he wouldn't try to overexert himself.

"Actually, I would be. Now please, I'll ask you once more, llet go of him." She said, her tone losing some of the sweetness. Her hands hung limply at her sides, she had no wepons, and she didn't look strong.

[Xaver]

Suddenly, a low, powerful pulse rumbled through the ground beneath them all. A tremble. What was blinding heat, became cool, just long enough and dark in the skies enough, to draw attention, before the heat returned in a fresh wave. In that short length of time, the twine biding around Xaver's wrists were broken, and then lay in a small pool of his blood, behind him.
He didn't even move; just winced at the sun.

The guard didn't notice. It was very hard to. He looked down at Xaver, scowling, gripping his hair again, and pulling his head back, more worried about Xaver cooperating. Fool.

"Sorry," he said, toward her.

"You should be," Xaver retorted, driving his elbow back into the guards stomach, leaning just far enough away from the blade to avoid it, and rolling away, to stand. He was suddenly overwhelmed by the suppressing heat, however, and he simply collapsed. He sat up, leaning back on his hands, still blinking away stars, as the enormous crowd, rioted.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny grinned, even as the crowd turned on both of them. She ducked under some peoples arms and knelt beside Xaver. People ran past in confusion.
"Come on," she said, almost laughing, "we don't want to be trampled." She took his forarm and pulled him up, fast. She knew that since he seemed to have lost alot of blood, he should just lie there, but they had to hurry while confusion was keeping the crowd busy.

[Xaver]

Xaver winced and groaned as he rose to stand, though, forgetting everything as he sought and found her eyes. He shivered and wobbled a it, but that didn't upset him enough, that he couldn't gently run the back of his hand over her cheek, into her hair, cradle the back of her head, and softly, but swiftly, kiss her. He sighed, in what could have been simply sheer tiredness, relief, content, or all of them strewn together, breaking away from her, gently pulling her into a crouch, to avoid a thrown knife that narrowly missed her. Xaver cursed over his shoulder, and took her hand within his, kissed it, and nodded in understanding, closing his eyes against a burning, fresh wave of nausea, though rising again, his height enabling him to see over many. He spotted one of the guards, and gently tugged her hand, ducking down with the crowd, ignoring the pain that wanted to simply make him black out, every time he was bumped or knocked. Once, he was elbowed against her. He looked oer at her, and shook his head.
"I don't think being trampled is the problem.. it's surviving it."

She was almost laughing. Why was she almost laughing? He looked at her curiously, even as he tried to avoid people, and pending death, interested.

[Ginny Weasly]

She smiled at him, and took hold of his wrist, above where it was bloody. She laughed outloud then, pulling him through the crowd, headlong. She crashed into a few people, but simply since she was going faster, they fell over. A few people tried to stop her, but she ducked around them, pulling Xaver with her. They got to the edge of the crowd and she looked around.

"Ready to get outta this town?"

[Xaver]

Xaver simply shook his head.
"And you call me mad!" he called to her.

Everything seemed so much better. Hopeful. More real, when she was around. And he only knew, it was funner. Quicker than he thought he'd be able to, he was laughing along with her.

"Forever?" he panted. "Always."

Shaking his head at the odd use of his own words, he found a grin, and slung an arm around her shoulders.

"Let me get myself healed, and then I'll be doing the taking."

[Ginny Weasly]

"You wish!" She said, laughing and letting go of his hand so she could spin. Suddenly she lost her grin and grabbed his hand again.
"Come on." She said, pulling him away from the crowd, quickly.

[Xaver]

"Ah. I wish a number of things, my lady."
He grinned at her, though it faded quickly, squeezing her hand as she took his. He closed his eyes for a fleeting second, steeled himself, and he followed her, running as if nothing was wrong, moving as if it didn't hurt. It would. Just later. Then, he was numb.
"Where," he called hurriedly.

[Ginny Weasly]

"I don't know." She called back to him. She just keot running, creating a maze through allys and diffrent roads till they came to the edge of town.

[Xaver]

"We're on equal grounds, then," Xaver said, when she slowed, not panting, but unable to hide the fact that he was in pain. It just wouldn't go away.
"I've been here only once. When I was little. I had been captured. I was locked away in a tiny, dirty cell for five and a half months, in that building, there."
He pointed to a broad, depressing, dark tower.
"That's all I remember. My mental blocks had been forcefully shredded repeatedly, and I was forced to forget how I had gotten to my location. The brutality of how they ripped my memories away, tore away more than the selected ones. I don't remember anything specific. I just get memory flashes."
Xaver shrugged, and shook his head, looking over his shoulder, still wary, and nervous. Jumpy.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny's eyes sweeped the aream before she shrugged.
"Hell with it, come on." She started walkeing. She figure they were bound to run into someone who didn't know who Xaver was.

[Xaver]

Xaver simply followed, never having let go of her hand. He started to fall into another heat-induced daze, when a group of rowdy kids rounded the corner. They weren't young or old, but maybe barely into their teens. They all froze when they caught sight of Ginny and Xaver, and one literally dropped the kickball they were holding, gaping as it rolled away.
Xaver went still, knowing how absurd he must seem. Shirtless, covered in dirt, grime, blood, and wounds, disheveled and pale - standing next to a goddess. He glanced at Ginny. The situation made him grin.

[Ginny Weasly]

She stuck her tounge out at the kids, but otherwise kept walking, pulling Xaver with her. As they walked past them, Ginny made sure she was between Xaver and the kids, she smiled.
"Hi." She said, in passing.

[Xaver]

Stealing a glance at their gaping, deterred faces, Xaver let out a low, slightly delerious chuckle. He laughed. Something was just weird about it all. His voice became kind of strangled, so he just went quiet, shaking his head, blinking away beads of sweat, and stars. So hot..
A dry heat, that made his mouth feel as if it were stuffed with cotton. Xaver wanted to choke, but instead, just panted, his steps slowing, tiredly. They rounded a corner, and Xaver looked around uneasily, as everything went suddenly quiet.