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Jaxly never liked that ache in his head that he got when he was recently resurrected. It fealt a little like someone had been hitting him with a tiny rock several thousand times, never hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to get really bloody annoying. "And a good morning to you too, Dia. I trust you slept well, if at all?" "Like a baby, Jax." "Really? You woke up every five minutes crying and excreted in your diaper?" She smiled with half her mouth and rolled her eyes over-exageratedly. "So, how is the mission progressing?" "Geeze, woman, it's been one day... and I had to fight some clones, so I didn't get very far. But this guy, Ted, he seems on board." "The one who is always trying to kill himself?" Jaxly sighed, and regurgitated the same explanation he had been given by Ted, word for word. "No, Ted is always asking other people to kill him, 'cuase he hasn't got the stones to try it for himself." "Wow... what a loser..."

Jaxly raised his eyebrow and voiced one of his many deep concerns regarding his social group; "You know, for an angel, you've never seemed very..." He searched his mind for the best phrase, but all he could think of in the spur of the moment was "...nice."

This time, when Dia rolled her eyes, she smiled not. "Jax, my dear boy, I never thought of you to be a stereotyper. Not all angels are perfect. If I remember correctly," she said, stroking her chin and looking into the distance, "the first demon was an angel who pushed the big cheese's buttons one too many times. Got "cast down from heaven to the fires of hell, where he made dominion over the sinners" or some gobbledygook old-world gibberish. As long as you keep in the big guy's good books, you're free to do whatever."

Jaxly had always found her ways a little bizzare, but she had the halo of an angel, and she fought demons, not to mention her gift of immortality that he had spent most of his life searching for, so he never delved into her personal affairs for fear of losing the fickle creature's invauable favour. "Alright, well, I best get on with it." He spoke, getting gradualy harder to hear as he aproached the far chapel door. "Got a lot of ground to cover. See you some other time!" "Good luck, my little white knight!" she bellowed as he closed the door and walked down the hill that the chapel rested on like a sleeping elephant.

Jaxly loved the smell of the countryside in the morning. He loved the baas of the sheep from the fields within a close range of the chapel. The pollen did him no dis-service, as he had no alergies, though he never liked it becuase of what it did to Matilda.

Matilda...

She made him lose his train of thought on more than one occasion. She was smart, sophisticated, she understood his sense of humour, to say nothing of the beauty she held in his eyes. And yet, all these thoughts came to a head due to his most prominent choice in life.

The choice to live forever.

It put him in a right state, before he first met Dia that is, whenever he thought of death. It wasn't the pain of dying. He could handle pain. It was... the endlessness of the void. The thought that no thought would come his way ever again. The thought that no experience would be known ever again. The fact that when you die, you return to that dust that all life sprung from, to see the light of day nevermore. He liked being alive. It was fun. There was a lot of world to see out there; countries, mountains, oceans, planets, galaxies, aliens, ancient civilisations, sooo much to see and so short a life to see it in. He feared death becuase it meant an end to all that.
To the only happines he could ever know.

But his immortality came at a price, besides that of doing Dia's dirty work. He could not find love. He was doomed to watch everyone he loves die, and wither away into that dust and darkness. But so great was this, the only fear he had ever known, that love took the back seat.

"JAXLY!! WAKEY WAKEY ARE YOU IN THERE?"

His new train of thought collided with the 7:30 from Yellington. He looked from the corner of his eyes to the ground, where the short and frankly foul-smelling Christopher, known to Jaxly and freinds as "Chips" stood, arms folded and waiting impatiently for a responce. "Hello, Chips." he said reluctantly, "what is it you want today?"

Chips was clearly unimpressed by Jaxly's snarkyness. "Well, mr "I've clearly got somthing important to do"..." he corrected himself mid-sentance, "Mr "Somthing far more important than your problems"," sounding more accepting this time, he finally asked his question; "I just wanted to know where the hell you and Ted are going and why you didn't invite ME."

"Well, it has a little to do with the fact that I just came back to life about 12 minutes ago, and a little to do with the fact that I hate your company."

The short man glared daggers. "Ok, so that's half my question." this time, he poked the tall man's chest as he spoke. "Where are you and ted go-ing?"

"We're going on a demon hunt. Wanna come?"

Chips had the ability to keep up a tough-guy act (or a close as he could get to what that would sound like coming from his high-picted squeel) as long as factors like actually being tough were unecessary. When life gave him lemons, he ran for the nearest solid cover. Life, of course, had every right to dispense lemons after what Chips said about life's mother. "Uhh... will you and the other psychos being doing all the actual hunting?" Jaxly chuckled. "I suppose so, though the journey will be long an hard." he said with a sly smile, expertly playing the mental game to convince chips into sitting this one out. Chips saw through his facade, and returned to his typical demeanor. "Well, if Ted, the man with no backbone-" "-And no preservation instinct-" This threw Chips a little, but he had in his mind the misconception that if you admit defeat, even if you know you are wrong, it is nothing more than a sign of weakness. "I'm still going."

Jaxly sighed, defeated. He knew exactly what the scruffy-haired manchild was thinking, and he knew there was no convincing him when he was like this. "Fine. Well, we still need a mode of transport, some cash, and a few other helping hands. Any ideas?" "I assume Matilda is coming as well?" "I have yet to ask her, but it's on my to-do list, and she probably will." "You and Matilda, sitting in a tree, F-U-" "Shut it!" Interupted Jaxly, before he could finish his perversion of the childhood rhyme. "Then there's this other guy I'd like to ask, a recently unemployed inventor. Made this wierd robot that plays connect-four." "Sounds cool, what's his name?" "Herban."

Chips froze, and shortly after burst into a small fit of laughter.

"Yeah, I'll let you have that one. It is a perculier name." "Even more perculier than "Jaxly"?" "Touche."

"So where is this wierdo?" "I don't know, somewhere in town. It'd be easier to find him if we looked at places like auto-shops and the junkyard, 'cuase from the build of his bot it looks like that's where he spends most of his time."

"So, I'll find him, and you ask Matilda?"

"Yeah su... wait why are you asking him? You hate new people." He also didn't make new freinds easily.

"Let me put it this way: would you rather I ask the new guy, or Matilda?"

He had a point.

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Jaxly never liked that ache in his head that he got when he was recently resurrected. It fealt a little like someone had been hitting him with a tiny rock several thousand times, never hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to get really bloody annoying. "And a good morning to you too, Dia. I trust you slept well, if at all?" "Like a baby, Jax." "Really? You woke up every five minutes crying and excreted in your diaper?" She smiled with half her mouth and rolled her eyes over-exageratedly. "So, how is the mission progressing?" "Geeze, woman, it's been one day... and I had to fight some clones, so I didn't get very far. But this guy, Ted, he seems on board." "The one who is always trying to kill himself?" Jaxly sighed, and regurgitated the same explanation he had been given by Ted, word for word. "No, Ted is always asking other people to kill him, 'cuase he hasn't got the stones to try it for himself." "Wow... what a loser..."

Jaxly raised his eyebrow and voiced one of his many deep concerns regarding his social group; "You know, for an angel, you've never seemed very..." He searched his mind for the best phrase, but all he could think of in the spur of the moment was "...nice."

This time, when Dia rolled her eyes, she smiled not. "Jax, my dear boy, I never thought of you to be a stereotyper. Not all angels are perfect. If I remember correctly," she said, stroking her chin and looking into the distance, "the first demon was an angel who pushed the big cheese's buttons one too many times. Got "cast down from heaven to the fires of hell, where he made dominion over the sinners" or some gobbledygook old-world gibberish. As long as you keep in the big guy's good books, you're free to do whatever."

Jaxly had always found her ways a little bizzare, but she had the halo of an angel, and she fought demons, not to mention her gift of immortality that he had spent most of his life searching for, so he never delved into her personal affairs for fear of losing the fickle creature's invauable favour. "Alright, well, I best get on with it." He spoke, getting gradualy harder to hear as he aproached the far chapel door. "Got a lot of ground to cover. See you some other time!" "Good luck, my little white knight!" she bellowed as he closed the door and walked down the hill that the chapel rested on like a sleeping elephant.

Jaxly loved the smell of the countryside in the morning. He loved the baas of the sheep from the fields within a close range of the chapel. The pollen did him no dis-service, as he had no alergies, though he never liked it becuase of what it did to Matilda.

Matilda...

She made him lose his train of thought on more than one occasion. She was smart, sophisticated, she understood his sense of humour, to say nothing of the beauty she held in his eyes. And yet, all these thoughts came to a head due to his most prominent choice in life.

The choice to live forever.

It put him in a right state, before he first met Dia that is, whenever he thought of death. It wasn't the pain of dying. He could handle pain. It was... the endlessness of the void. The thought that no thought would come his way ever again. The thought that no experience would be known ever again. The fact that when you die, you return to that dust that all life sprung from, to see the light of day nevermore. He liked being alive. It was fun. There was a lot of world to see out there; countries, mountains, oceans, planets, galaxies, aliens, ancient civilisations, sooo much to see and so short a life to see it in. He feared death becuase it meant an end to all that.
To the only happines he could ever know.

But his immortality came at a price, besides that of doing Dia's dirty work. He could not find love. He was doomed to watch everyone he loves die, and wither away into that dust and darkness. But so great was this, the only fear he had ever known, that love took the back seat.

"JAXLY!! WAKEY WAKEY ARE YOU IN THERE?"

His new train of thought collided with the 7:30 from Yellington. He looked from the corner of his eyes to the ground, where the short and frankly foul-smelling Christopher, known to Jaxly and freinds as "Chips" stood, arms folded and waiting impatiently for a responce. "Hello, Chips." he said reluctantly, "what is it you want today?"

Chips was clearly unimpressed by Jaxly's snarkyness. "Well, mr "I've clearly got somthing important to do"..." he corrected himself mid-sentance, "Mr "Somthing far more important than your problems"," sounding more accepting this time, he finally asked his question; "I just wanted to know where the hell you and Ted are going and why you didn't invite ME."

"Well, it has a little to do with the fact that I just came back to life about 12 minutes ago, and a little to do with the fact that I hate your company."

The short man glared daggers. "Ok, so that's half my question." this time, he poked the tall man's chest as he spoke. "Where are you and ted go-ing?"

"We're going on a demon hunt. Wanna come?"

Chips had the ability to keep up a tough-guy act (or a close as he could get to what that would sound like coming from his high-picted squeel) as long as factors like actually being tough were unecessary. When life gave him lemons, he ran for the nearest solid cover. Life, of course, had every right to dispense lemons after what Chips said about life's mother. "Uhh... will you and the other psychos being doing all the actual hunting?" Jaxly chuckled. "I suppose so, though the journey will be long an hard." he said with a sly smile, expertly playing the mental game to convince chips into sitting this one out. Chips saw through his facade, and returned to his typical demeanor. "Well, if Ted, the man with no backbone-" "-And no preservation instinct-" This threw Chips a little, but he had in his mind the misconception that if you admit defeat, even if you know you are wrong, it is nothing more than a sign of weakness. "I'm still going."

Jaxly sighed, defeated. He knew exactly what the scruffy-haired manchild was thinking, and he knew there was no convincing him when he was like this. "Fine. Well, we still need a mode of transport, some cash, and a few other helping hands. Any ideas?" "I assume Matilda is coming as well?" "I have yet to ask her, but it's on my to-do list, and she probably will." "You and Matilda, sitting in a tree, F-U-" "Shut it!" Interupted Jaxly, before he could finish his perversion of the childhood rhyme. "Then there's this other guy I'd like to ask, a recently unemployed inventor. Made this wierd robot that plays connect-four." "Sounds cool, what's his name?" "Herban."

Chips froze, and shortly after burst into a small fit of laughter.

"Yeah, I'll let you have that one. It is a perculier name." "Even more perculier than "Jaxly"?" "Touche."

"So where is this wierdo?" "I don't know, somewhere in town. It'd be easier to find him if we looked at places like auto-shops and the junkyard, 'cuase from the build of his bot it looks like that's where he spends most of his time."

"So, I'll find him, and you ask Matilda?"

"Yeah su... wait why are you asking him? You hate new people." He also didn't make new freinds easily.

"Let me put it this way: would you rather I ask the new guy, or Matilda?"

He had a point.