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Anger striken, she smashed the button hidden in her room. The walls began to turn as they were swapped out with mirrors. These mirrors were surrounded by parayzing energy from Nyoko's own weapon and they would reflect her light. The paralyzing beams would absorb anything that made contact with them and negate it. Waiting for Johnathan, she sighed. The longer he took, the more punishment he would recieve. She was beyond furious about what he did to Miroku. He would recieve equal punishment, then she would explain vaguely Miroku's situation. Any further misbehaviors would be dealt with in a far more serious mannerism.

The sun shall set upon your life.

Jonathan was sick and tired of waiting to be let in, so he just barged in ready to explain himself with big words and as much logic as he could put into his arguments. "I don't think I can apologize enough for what I did, though I only did it to try and make him a stronger person, physically anyway. I meant him no harm ma'am, and I'm ready to accept any punishment you are prepared to give out." Johnathan said respectfully and bowed, his eyes fixed on his own two feet and his hands at his sides, close enough to his guns that he could unholster them quickly and defend himself but far enough away that it wouldn't seem like he was thinking about using them.

"worse then I could imagine? I had to kill children and pregnant women to save my own life during my tour, I've seen friends die and I've killed a few myself, I've even ordered an air strike into a village where expected enemy troops where known to resupply and intercept supply caravans from. Oh, but our info was wrong, that village was full of old men, women and children ravaged by the war and malnutrition. I never knew what burnt flesh smelled like before then. I wish I had that ******** 'tool' mentality, then I wouldn't fall asleep to the sounds of people screaming in agony and bombs going off." Johnathan shouted in rage, his face red and a huge vein running down his forehead, anything he could imagine his a**. "s**t, I have to take pills to sleep, I've had PTSD for three years now, and I have to do PT to keep from going insane. You have no idea what we went through in those jungles, what we did in those cities. I was taken prisoner and tortured in a dark basement, and so many other things that I've buried so far into my subconscious that if I dare to mention them I'll burst into tears and shoot as many people as I can. Now, if your going to punish me then at least make it possible, I'm not going to do 400 push ups for your amusement, that just weakens the respect I had for you. Johnathan finished his little speech and just stood there, his face devoid of emotion and his eyes devoid of any luster or shine they held only weeks ago. He needed drugs for that s**t, and he had run out three hours before they had got back. At least treat me like the soldier I am, and the gentleman I try very hard to be. You have no idea what it's like to be me."

[I posted on the absence forum on every guild except this...because i ran out of time. I am really really busy with homework but my parents are gone so i can post but your gunna have to be patient until tommorow is over.]

Adalia looked at John once more and then turned her attention to Nyoko. "Yes it conerns Miroku." Adalia sucked in her embarrassment and said, "Well Miroku said that you blew up his room so he couldnt sleep anywhere, so he slept in my bed. When I woke up in the morning he was gone. I finally found him in his own room. But he was close to death and there was a guy in there telling me to leave him alone. But I dont think this guy knew what was going on. If I would of tried to move Miroku myself I would of hurt him so I knocked the guy out and went running to the recovery center. There I got five medics but when I got back with the five medics there was five guards there that were supposive Exorcists. I told the medics to get help and I tried to fight the guards myself. After a series of arguments they said I could go in there because Miroku only had four minutes to live. Instead of falling into their ambush trap I ran after one of the medics. When I got there I secretly hit all of them with my boomerang and shoved the medic in the room. The medic was able to prolong the time left that Miroku had and then the medic called his team. Miroku is okay now he is in the recovery station. But the important thing is that Miroku told me that he has a midterm coming up. A midterm is where he has to fight against new exorcists and there is a chance he might never come back from the midterm." Adalia then took a breath and continued,"The reason Miroku left in the first place was because they were after me and him, so he just left so they would go after him." She then said one last thing,"I need your help to protect Miroku, he says that they are coming any time soon, for all I know they could be with him right now."

(I need one of those code thingys...help me find one Nova....)
(Tomorrow is gonna suck balls....)
"Yes ma'am." John sighed as he leaned against one of the walls and slumped to the floor, the painful throbbing in his arms now reduced to a dull ache, but right now nothing as trivial as pain mattered. Pain could be overcome. Tragic flaws, however, would take far longer to overcome, if it didn't lead to ones demise first. "Truly, I must be a a tragic hero, as the great Aristotle once said. "A man doesn't become a hero until he can see the root of his own downfall." This is my downfall, and I am unable to stop it in any way, shape or form. No, surely I am an anti-hero, for I lack the traits of a true hero. And my life is the greek comedy that, even now, God is laughing himself silly over." John sighed again and began to laugh, lightly at first, then an uncontrollable cacophony of laughter and sobs, anyone within earshot would truly think Johnathan insane. And he liked it like that. "Ahh, insanity? Quite possibly. We went through hell on Paris Island, the place where God forgot, the sand is eighteen inches deep and the sun blazing hot. I won't even speak of the war to myself, I'll just seem crazy." John mumbled quietly as he laid the back of his head on the wall and stared at the ceiling, trying to re-repress the painful memories that began to flood his consciousness.