War Cry

War Cry - Aftermath part 1

Jazy : Okay, I know I havent uploaded in a while... a long while, neither of us have... and we're sorry! there is absolutely no good excuse, except for videogames (both of us) and an extreme case of self doubt (...me T_T). For some reason every time I re-read my work I feel like I could have done much better. After talking to Joy, I figure I wont review anything until the story is finally finished -face palms-

So... without further adue.... War Cry chappie 7~ (and yeah, you Agency fans, I'll be working on my next bit)   

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Recap!:

          Geovanni put the last of the notebooks up before sitting down with a list of all Mythic students we shared classes with at school.

                At the end of the night we had decided Joyia would keep tabs on the fey, Geovanni, the vampires, together we could watch over the cursed ones, and of course, I was responsible for watching the weres. Please, note my sarcasm.

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Annalee POV

The night was long, but we completed the mission outline and the classwork for the semester, and for that I was grateful. Instead of returning home that night, we decided to spend the night at our decoy house and enjoy our newfound freedom. All it took was one phone call, and grandfather believed we were swamped with homework and mission duties. He didn’t know we included Yorin, and he probably wouldn’t find out unless one of us told him. It’s not that we were hiding the fact, it just hadn’t come up. Grandfather didn’t even know Yorin worked at Arettios.

“Food~” I called out to my friends pretending to collapse face first onto the table, it had been hours since we last ate, and after all that work my stomach was growling for sustenance. They all moaned in agreement as I pushed my chair back and dragged my feet to the kitchen. After taking a long look in the refrigerator, I noticed the big difference between the kitchen in the decoy house, and the kitchenette in my room.

“Guys, there aren’t any lunchables here?!” I called out, moving to the freezer to find microwaveable dinners. “… Or tv dinners! There’s no non-cooking-food!”

“Then cook, Lazy!” Yorin called from the livingroom.

“No!” Geo and Joy yelled at the same time.

I could hear Yorin mumble, probably recovering from a whack courtesy of Joyia. “She couldn’t be that bad guys…”  Me, cook?  Well, I do need some practice. It didn’t take me long to figure out what to make – hamburgers and french fries, that should be pretty easy, right?

---- Thirty Minutes Later ----

Geovanni’s POV

Yorin is going to get us all killed. He’s obviously got a death wish if he’s asking Ally to cook. It’s not that her food tastes bad; it’s usually pretty good – if it can actually make it out of the frying pan… or oven.

I looked over to Joy who looked just as nervous as I was, it was written all over her face; 'we’re gonna die!’ She shifted from side to side in her recliner, biting her lip and muttering about worst case scenarios.

“What are you guys so panicked about?  Come on, its Ally here, Annalee; the girl who can do it all, she takes down four bad guys at once, can turn invisible, takes vicious wild animals as pets… ring any bells?”