Raezyr stopped for a moment outside Tyr's closed door. He could sense him inside the room, and something was troubling him. Rather than disturb Tyr, he folded the orange trimmed black cloak which he had retrieved fromt the Jet Razor before leaving Dreshdae and set it at the base of the door.
He'll find it in soon enough.
He stopped briefly outside Trychon's door, but no one was there, and neither was Anya in her room. He shrugged, then opened the door to his quarters and went in.
The quick shower made him feel like a new man. He stretched out on the bunk and pulled out his data pad to study a bit before going to sleep.
Raezyr felt Anya approach and stop outside his door. He sensed she was apprehensive about something. Suddenly there was a light rap on the door.
"One moment."
Moving swiftly, he moved to the foot locker and removed his cloak. He shrugged it on and pulled the hood over his head, then dimmed the lamp which sat across the room with a quick gesture to help obscure his features.
"Enter."
She opened the door and stepped just inside the room, allowing the door to slide shut behind her. She bit down slightly on her lower lip. Raezyr waited, his fists on his hips, exposing his chest and chisled abs, and the wound on his side. It was red and raw, but was healing.
"Your wound looks alot better." She was stalling, and they both knew it.
"Is there something you need, Anya?"
"I was wondering.... I was wondering if you would go to Dreshdae and get a drink with me," she blurted. She just knew he'd say no, but she didn't want to go alone. She figured she would at least ask him. Anya had seen enough of Raezyr to know that somewhere inside him there was a part that wasn't ALL asshole.
"Why ask me? Why not Trychon, or even Tyrrazapon for that matter, and what for?"
"Well, I just kinda wanted to, I don't know, celebrate getting a Master and all, and Trych is busy studying, and I just don't really know Tyr very well yet. And I've been cooped up here so long, so, PLEASE??? Just come with me Raez, I hate being by myself!"
His first impulse was to refuse. He just wanted to go to bed. But here was a beautiful girl, begging him to be with her in a social setting. When was this ever going to happen again?
"I suppose an ale or two wouldn't hurt anything."
"Really? Oh, thank you Raez!!" she said.
"You know, you've never let me see your face," she hinted, slinking up to him and trying to peer under his cowl. "I mean, we're going to be training and going on a mission together, so why not?" she asked and began to reach up for his hood.
Anger flooded through him, and he reached out with his right hand and grabbed Anya by her upper left arm.
"Ow!" she winced as Raezyr began dragging her toward the door.
"Good Night, Anya!" he spewed vehemently.
He slammed his fist against the door controls and pushed her out into the hallway.
"What did I do?" she demanded as Raezyr loosed his hold on her arm.
"I said, Good Night!" he said firmly.
He punched the contols again and the door between them slid shut, leaving the Anya alone in the corridor.
He's fuckin' CRAZY! she thought to herself as stormed down the hall.
Raezyr slammed his fist against the unforgiving stone wall and the pain shot from his knuckles all the way to his shoulder.
DAMMIT! WHY DID I DO THAT?
The rage flowed through him uncontrollably and back out again, manifesting itself in the form of blue and white bolts of electricity which slammed in to the various objects around the small room.
He stopped, the rage instantly replaced by awe. He gazed down at his hands, smelling the ozone which filled the room.
Raezyr layed down on the bed and began to meditate, trying to figure out how he had just done that.
The fatigue took over and soon he was fast asleep.
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