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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 11:24 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 11:39 am
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bean313 As the ran out of the basement Nia immediately felt the pain go less, and eventually stop. She streched her arm and noticed that nothing was wrong. I will make her pay for this, maybe she can hurt me psychologically, but I can hurt her just as much, since she is even less trained in blocking her mind then the other thieves. She tightened her dress a bit and walked upstairs. She knew she would have to go to the kitchen, since there would be some sort of meating about the event. She sighted but went up to her room first. She pulled a book out of the bookcase and dropped on the bed with it. "Tribal mental attacks" it was called. She opened it and looked trough the index, chapter 7 Voodoo, she looked up the right chapter and started to read:
Voodoo is a strong mental attack that needs, as one of the few, a tool to be done. This tool consists of a doll that can look like anything, as long as it's a mamal. This voodoo-doll is created during a long and difficult ritual, in wich someone dies to put his soul in the doll. After this ritual the doll is a real voodoo-doll. For more instructions on how to make a doll, see page 362.
As said before a voodoo-doll contains the soul of a person. This is what gives the doll it's powers. If someone puts a sharp object in the doll, and is focused on a spesific person in the area, that person will experience the pain of the doll, because the soul in the doll, will take over that area for a while and inflict the pain. To cast this attack not much skill is required, only basic mental skills are nessecary to focus correct.
One last note on voodoo, altough it seems a very rough form of mental powers, it is highly effective, and once inflicted even a very skilled pshyco cannot ignore the pain.
She closed the book and put it back in the bookcase. "Where did she get that doll" she mumbled to herself. Then she left her room and went down to the kitchen, altough not really wanting to go she was curious in a way to, about what the others would say or know.
[Ah! That's ugly! Eww! gonk Gawd, that's almost as bad as that thing on Tsu's desktop. Ahh... ew... it looks like rotten potatoes... urgh..]
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 11:47 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 11:53 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 11:58 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:24 pm
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Xx_Homicidal_Teddybear_xX
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:30 pm
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Shinobu was still standing there, rooted to the spot she'd been in when Melora had said that last bit to her. When you saved me, you're ... Those words bit her like thorns of a rosebush, so painfully true, yet so painfull. Was it true that, when she aimed to help, she accomplished the opposite? When she sparred with Izumo, that damamge she'd taken, it hurt soemone else? Tears took to her eyes. Shinobu didn't want to hurt others, she just wanted to be free. She'd allways been a one to think of her immortality as a blessing, an amazing handicap giving her the ability to do the things she'd allways dreamed of, to be avdenturous. But now... was what she was doing really hurting someone? Melora may have been lying, but, for some reason, Shinobu was sure that Melora'd spoken the truth.
"Why does she know so much? Why does she come here to tell us these things? Does she know more?" Shinobu whispered aloud to herself, unaware of Izumo listening in.
Shinobu heaved a sad sigh.
Suddenly, all her joy accumulated from her visit with Haru was dashed. She felt destroyed.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:41 pm
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Xx_Homicidal_Teddybear_xX
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 1:21 pm
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Tomoyo held in her arms a small silver yukata, with twin phoenixes twining about the waist. As she walked back, she heard Melora's final outburst, and sighed. True as it was, there was simply nothing that could be done about their immortality. When Tomoyo had first found herself alone in a bamboo grove, and somehow, different, she had panicked. After discovering her immortality, and the lack of her memories, she had searched frantically for a solution, something that would return her to whatever she had been. Nothing had worked. She had spent months hating herself. In the end, there was simply nothing that could be done about the whole matter, and Tomoyo was resigned to the fact that she would never be who she once was. That was life. There was only so much sorrow that one soul could handle. The best she could do was close off her heart, and leave it at that. As she passed Koh, she threw him a sympathetic look. Things were the way they were, and there was no point in feeling sorry for something you weren't aware of.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 1:29 pm
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