Return of the Fountain Fellowship

"Yeah, but now we'll have to beat the MESS to him" Zakk said "Cale will likely be their first target, now that they know where he is going they’ll lay a trap for him, I tried calling him back but his communicator is off, lets get going” he continued.

((Sorry bout the sort post, I'm waiting for Greeni and Arwenal to post))

Return of the Fountain Fellowship

"So we're meeting the people Zakk contacted there too?" Piper asked, although it was more like a statement after hearing the conversation he'd just finished a minute or two before with Zakk. She hurried to follow Stretch out the door and into the street, with Scrappy just behind her.

Return of the Fountain Fellowship

"I'm in," Raven said immediately. Making sure she had everything with her - which wasn't much - she followed Cale and the others outdoors. "Uh, if you have time, could one of you explain what Jedi are? I've heard that word several times, but we don't have any of them - whatever they are - where I come from."

Return of the Fountain Fellowship

Piper turned around quick and walked beside Raven while she explained quietly. "This is a short explanation, but a Jedi is someone who uses the light side of the Force, and fights for peace and justice. Cale's a Jedi." She added, then paused for a second, looking around. "We don't have time now, but later could you explain what a werewolf is? If you don't mind my asking." She questioned, before turning and walking fast to catch up with Stretch and Scrappy.

Return of the Fountain Fellowship

"Thanks," Raven called to Piper as she headed off in another direction. "And no, I wouldn't mind at all!"

If we ever get a chance to talk again, she added mentally. She had to wonder, if this Senate was as powerful as they were all saying, did a handful of people - be they as well-armed and experienced as they may - really stand a chance against better-equipped, better-trained soldiers?

After a moment's agitated thought, Raven shoved her doubts aside, remembering the nice cook from the restaurant and her interrupted breakfast. She still really, really wanted to teach someone a lesson. With a sword. Using the sharp edge this time.

Vayond: The Shadowed Hunters

"How long until we reach the next village Stendar?"

His attacker was coming down from the perch, closing in for the killing blow. Liam forced his body to respond with movement, beside himself with pain, he met the guardsman with his blade. A weak block, which sent the weakened young man staggering. He saw a sword coming for his middle and he side stepped, successfully saving himself from being thrust threw, but causing the sharp edge of the weapon to run it's length once again across his torn skin. He cried out, held the pouring wound. His vision began to swim....and he could see himself collapsing down and striking his head on a stone. It scared his for head with a cut and shocked himslef into unconsciousness. As he slipped away he thought he heard Stendar die....

"No!" Liam jerked up in bed, breaking out in a cold sweat. The nightmare had all be a retelling of the events he had experienced only hours before. It had been so real....he could almost feel the sword cutting through him again. Or maybe that was the tight bandaged that now wove around his bare chest. With a gentle shoved Stendar pushed him down in bed

"Quiet Liam....you'll be alright. Just lie still."

Breathing steadily now, he looked up into his friends face "I thought you didn't make it..." he groaned as a throbbing began all over his body.

"I'm here....no worse for the wear. The guardsmen who ambushed us had it worse." he gave a rye laugh. He was going to go into detail on how he had saved him, when the door swung open, and Grace came back in.

"Is he awake?" she had asked, and Liam turning to gaze at the beautiful young girl, was her answer. His watery eyes softened and he laid back his head ever so slowly. He assumed the wraps had been done by her. Cause even on his best day, Stendar couldn't have done the care so gently and neatly.

"Yes he is Lassy" Stendar said.

Vayond: The Shadowed Hunters

"I see that now." Grace said with smile. She walked up to the bed and looked down at Liam. "How do you feel? You both must be hungry?" Grace now looking up at Stendar, then back at Liam.

Return of the Fountain fellowship

Cale waited until Raven got in the speeder then took off towards the outskirts of town, on their way to Joey's tree house. Stretch turned to Piper “I’m going to take a few turns to try and loose anyone who may be onto us” he said, heading off into an alleyway “The tree house is on the north end of town, so first we will head south, Scrap, keep an eye out”

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"Good idea," replied Piper. "Just don't get lost." she added, only joking as she followed Stretch down the alley. She kept a lookout in case there was anyone following them, even though Scrappy was doing the same. It couldn't hurt to have two watching.

After a couple of minutes she took a few quick steps forward to get beside Stretch, and made sure there was no one within earshot before asking quietly, "So how is it the treehouse has stayed secret for this long? Especially if it's only on the outskirts of town..."

Return of the Fountain Fellowship

"I think, if I remember correctly that the Jedi hid it, using the force somehow" he replied "This web of Jedi junk has really confused me, it’s like the whole world is somehow entangled in it and without it, and Dittotopia would fall apart” he said shaking his head.

Scrappy began to beep Stretch looked up just in time to see a sniper pull the trigure, he dove to push Piper out of the way, Stretch gasped as the blaster bolt hit him in the side, when he hit the ground he rolled onto his knees and began firing away with his own blasters, the sniper ducked under the highly erratic shots and ran away.

Brywahr Academy
Leanna Rose (Lilly for short) looked up from her reading, she was no-longer sitting in a small whitewashed bedroom belonging to an orphanage in France like she had been at this time a week ago, but in a class room in which there was utter silence from the students around her.
I still can't believe that this isn't a dream. she thought but then... if it were a dream, why would it all feel so real? I wonder how long this silence is going to last, what happens if I have to sneeze or something? will I get sent to punishment? or if I cough what happens then?. Lianna tugged gently on her braided hair and sat, waiting for someone to end this dreary monotony.

Brywahr Academy

Stella arched a brow as Ms. Tivvens passed her. She let out a sigh of relief, but not too loudly. Her hands were folded in her lap; her feet planted flat on the floor.

She was tempted to run a hand through her brown hair, a habit that she had started years ago, but she knew better than to move.

In front of her, a tall, pretty blonde young woman sat as still as a statue. This was Dorothy Pickett, one of the only students Stella disliked. Generally, she got along with most, but Miss Pickett was an entirely different matter.

Stella sniffed and looked back down at her desk. Today was going to be a long, hard day, just like every day before.

~*~Brywahr Academy~*~

Kasey sat, as still as a statue in her seat in the class room. No one moved, and they barely breathed. Ms. Tivvers walked up and down among them, sending her burning eyes staring at each student.

Everyone held fear for the Givers, and some resentment and hate. Kasey disliked them very much, and even more now. Sending children to punishment, the terrible place she sometimes dreamed about, was nothing to laugh about or even to be happy about. All the kids knew this as much as anyone. Kasey though, was one of those young girls with fire in her heart. She was stubborn and head strong. But when it came right down to it, loyal and kind. She loved drawing and sketching, a quality and hobby that had given her the friendship of Alder Eliza.

But even being those things, she knew better then to say anything, or even twitch now. It was such a tense moment, and she could feel herself relaxing and stiffing as Ms. Tivvers shoes clicked on the floor. She was tempted to glare at the Givers back. Once she almost tried but didn't want to risk the hard woman seeing her.

What a very long and unpleasant day it was going to be. But was that new? Each day seemed to drag, but if days started as this one had....she new today would be extra bad.

~*~Brywahr Academy~*~

Tivvens, frustrated at the good-behavior of her Receivers, angrily returned to the front of the classroom. She was about to give up entirely on additional Punishment that day, about to dismiss the class, when -- Oh, thank goodness -- a loud Crash! echoed through the room. Her lips twisted up in a smile. Quickly, she whipped around, her eyes searched the room hungrily to see what had caused the noise, and who could be disciplined for it. Then, her heart sunk as she saw who the culprit was --
Browning.
He sat frozen in his chair, his wide eyes looking at her fearfully. On the floor, next to his desk, were three text-books he had accidentally dropped.
Tivvens held back the scream of frustration that was trying to fight it’s way out. Her last hope of more discipline for that day, crushed! She eyed the students. They all knew she had seen what happened. They were all waiting for the punishment to come. But she could do nothing. It wasn’t as if she could send Browning to Punishment -- she knew the rules too well for that.
Tivvens pretended that she hadn’t noticed the accident. Her voice, deep and frustrated, said, “All students dismissed.”
Quietly and in single file, the students marched out of the classroom and into the enormous, majestic, echoing halls of the Academy. Every wall, ceiling, and floor of the Academy was made of hard, cold, grey stone. Tapestries -- strange symbols embroidered on them in fancy gold and silver thread -- hung on every wall. In some halls, in displays made of glass, were strange, Scientific instruments not seen in any other world. It was part of their “Learning Process” at the Academy to be told, slowly through time, what these instruments were and how to use them.
Brownie walked stiffly down the hall, clutching his books close to his chest. His heart beat in fear. He hadn’t been afraid that Tivvens would send him to punishment, for, though he did not understand why, no Giver had ever disciplined him, no matter how badly he behaved. (not that he was the sort of boy who would ever dream of behaving badly) What he was afraid of most was not being punished -- rather, what the other students would do to him after they saw how easily he escaped the nightmare they fought everyday to avoid.
Brownie looked around nervously, wondering how angry his fellow students would be after the today‘s incident. Most of them merely glared at him hatefully as they passed him in the hall. Lyssa didn’t glare, but laughed and said, “Nice stroke of luck in there, Brown. Wonder how long it’ll last, though. Everyone else’s luck ran out a long time ago -- usually the day they came. Your time is soon to come. Don’t get too used to being the special one.” Then she walked away, still chuckling to herself.
Brownie sighed in relief. He was the only one in the hall now. Or so he thought.
Suddenly, someone pushed him -- hard -- from behind.
“You think you’re something, Brownie, because you can get away with whatever you want? Try joining the rest of us, while we have to be perfect just to avoid our every nightmare coming true!”
He recognized the voice. It was Stevie. He turned to look at her.
She was a very strong and fierce for such a dainty looking little princess. Every feature of her face spoke of gentleness and softness, even while hate and rage burned inside her eyes. He supposed that was a natural thing for a girl who came from an Opposite World. But despite her temper, Stevie was Brownie’s friend, and she was a nice girl. Or, at least, she was half the time.
“I did think you would catch it this time!” she continued. “But I was wrong again. Of course! But it’ll happen someday, Brownie. Mark my words. Just like us, your day of suffering will come too! After all, you have asked for it enough times!”
“By accident!” he reminded her. Being a "favorite” (or whatever he was that kept him out of trouble) of the Givers was a very fortunate thing for him, as he was rather accident prone.
“It doesn’t make any difference!” Stevie retorted. “There are other people here who have accidents. And they don’t get let off the hook for them, like you do. They suffer just like everyone else! Which you should.”
“Oh do let off him, Stevie,” interrupted a quiet voice. It was Alder, Stevie and Brownie’s best friend. “He never asked for special treatment. He doesn’t even know why he gets it. And he does try to behave just as well as we do, if not more. He’s just… not very good at it.” She looked at him, complete kindness in her eyes. “No offence, I hope?”
“Of course not,” he answered with a smile. “You are right, after all. I am bad at it. Believe me, if I could give a real reason for the Givers not to punish me, I would.”
Alder smiled. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

~

Tivvens was still in the classroom, sitting in her chair at the front of the empty room. Inside, she was seething. Her teeth were clenched. Her hands shook with rage. As much as she had wanted to, she could not send Browning to Punishment, or even show him the least bit of discipline. She had been taught this rule well. But it defied every part of her nature.
Suddenly, she felt a shock against her chest. It was her Tarbulene -- a small electric device placed on the inside of every Giver’s uniform, that sent out an electric shock when it was receiving a live message from someone on the Academy Council.
Tivvens pressed it to activate it, thinking it was most likely just another Giver asking for assistance with an especially rebellious or out-of-control Receiver. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard who’s voice it really was.
“Meet me in the Hall of Prismel, Tivvens. Bring the others with you. I have a message for all the Givers.”
It was Wryorden, the Head of Brywahr Academy.

~Riella

~*~Brywahr Academy~*~
Daniella tried not to giggle at Tivvens' frustration. Mentally, she called her "Ms Tin woman". She rushed out into the hall, to find Stevie yelling at Brownie. Even though Alder had stood up for him, she decided to put her two cents in. "You know what Stevie? I'm sick of you talking to Brownie like that! At least he tries to behave!"