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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 7:09 am
m'kay your the boss ^_^, i'll have a look...
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:55 pm
Im sorry but I quit to becoming the Akatsuki Leader. so, I don't care if they want to apply for it. Im tired of this agrument >_> I might give Garbriel to became Akatsuki leader since he was my partner if he want. Its up to him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:08 pm
If you are sure of it, then I'll take the spot. Sorry about this Haseo. I'm on my last straw with them, so please consider your decision carefully.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:17 pm
Anubis_GodXIII
If you are sure of it, then I'll take the spot. Sorry about this Haseo. I'm on my last straw with them, so please consider your decision carefully.
Alright, just move on I am keeping my leader guy until he die.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 12:36 pm
THERE IS ONE SPOT LEFT!!!
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 5:15 pm
Username Cogwell Bitruso
Position wanted in group? Any
Why Do You Want It? I love villains.
Please Give A Literate RP Sample
A man in drab sat at the corner of the circular table, contemplating on the fortune he was told by the local seer. His stunned expression addressed some terrible omens for the day, or indicated that he was a believer of some sort. While at the other end, a man in a more frivolous costume with bone hollows attached had just moved his shrouded person insignificantly forward. In his heavily beaded hand captured the light of many colors illuminating from the core of the very room. Under his slender ornamented fingers were vector patterns of various colored stones and fragments of cracked shells. The room like the diviner himself dripped of oddity and smelled of various fragrances, one occasionally drifted by the herbal pipe lit in the other hand of the diviner.
Cautiously, the customer kept his eyes at a distance. Forlornly keeping tabs on his sleeves than he was distracted by the constant clacking of his bangles. But even his burly voice quivered in the dis-auspicious shroud the diviner trapped him in. The man only gaped in horror, grasping the sides of his hairy face beginning to his quaint depression. His eyes drooped so sadly to the beaked-masked man in front of him.
"You-You can't be serious?! Kohana would never! I-I trust her!" The man was frantic. As this 'Kohana' was his wife, was also mentioned by the diviner that would eventually leave him with debt-trouble and an estranged daughter. No matter how many times the customer slammed his table, expecting a hocum, the seer refused to indulge and instead watched him in the shade and silence. At long last, the aged samurai slumped back down to his chair. His endearment for his beloved was in turmoil and tried to pry away at the thought of the prospects of his dear Kohana with another man. Nor another debt for matter as his sallow skin already reminded him of that.
"Is..Is there anything I can do?" The diviner made no indication of a smile from his sharp jaws adorned behind a veil. Only his amber eyes peered from the inventive half-mask he wore through every divination trial. Though at last, his callously hidden face leaned closer over the table and at long last left the shade of mystery. "My dear patron, it is not I, but the forces above that wills this. I am only the servant who sees for them." His misty voice then trailed. Lackluster gradients glinted off from the side as he then shifted his torso back into the shadows. Greedy eyes burned onto the samurai before him. "I can do one other method if you would like. Commonly used to find the fragrance before cupping the honey of life's blooming obstacles." He smiled when his notion was accepted by the familiar weight of ryo given over his hands which soon disappeared into the slopes of his sleeves. There were many tricks and slips within the path of divining, or so it was available enough for this man as his robes half-way consisted of these trinkets to enable his duties.
From the table's side drawer, he brought back out a cup full of pins and put on a flat plate for them to surface. He rose his hand with the number of pins representing the subject of the other man's troubles. His fingers allowed them to slip over the patterned surfaces. One by one, until his hand was empty, he then looked over to the man. "..Indeed. The druids speak here...." One boney finger pointed to a random tick mark on the plate. "...that your possessiveness with winery is making your wife unwanted. Thus, giving her strength to pursue lechery."
In the man's shaking fright, his face sucked in air, as commonly the diviner has seen this past month of his regular. Ah...He is putting on a slight fit.. For the pointlessly dressed Seer, this was the fun part of his side-job. To see the many wonders and colors change in every person he dupes. After about ten minutes of constructively consoling his customer, he was free to gather up his desk job into his summoning. The other interesting part of his schemes was that he often did his divination methods in the shell of his bivalve-creature. (Oyster) To him, this never failed to capture a civilian's attention.
The scenery quickly changed now that the summoning had gone. He was now in the outskirts of a village, some miles away from travelers and tourist sights. This customer would be the end to his fortune-filled day until two unfamiliar patron's came towards him looking rather stiff. A woman stood between them with a very crossed expression. He recognized her immediately and drifted back to his enchantingly nonsensical tone in voice.
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[Action part]
"Ah...I see that pig sluid has done your face wonders! Have you come back for more? I'm afraid I'm out and done for business today, Madam-"
His words were cut off with a streaking kunai ending at the top of his mask. How silly he looked with it just standing there but impressive enough to not flinch. The look on the woman's face, screaming and hissing at the alarm of knowing what her bought product was has made even her cohorts afraid. The woman was yelling at him now with distasteful words ringing in his ears. He sighed, always knowing that it was a waste charming that demonic woman whose face is now covered in mild, sticky skin disease. Fraud, debauchery, depravity, foolishness, she says, all from my fortunetelling. However... The man continued to sink into his amused expression. But now his eyes had become unnerving enough for the woman to silence her tongue. This allowed her two hired henchmen to proceed in their orders. Hell hath no fury in a woman scorned. Never again will I ruin a woman's revelry.
A second streak of windmill shurriken have been thrown, all rigged as he noticed from their thrower's still movements. Quickly, he defended by the spiraling motion set by his staff in his right hand. Once the threads were cut from their hands, he wasted in no time expecting their counter. The blades severed from unity and led a manipulated trail down to the target before ending it's destination upon the tissues of the Diviner's throat. Limp and lifeless, the body fell over, causing the kunai that once his the skull of his mask divulge even deeper. One of the two shinobi came forward to check for any signs of life. Once his fingertips grazed upon the waxy surface of the substitute, it had already been too late. Two hands gripped over the bulky ankles of their pursuer before dragging him down into the ground. Before the dust could settle down, the other ninja dashed towards the dark figure and successfully thwarted his counter by raising his katana.
The other man could not do much except cussing with his head while the rest of him was below the ground. Meanwhile, the Diviner's scepter-like rod continued to par against dangerous swipes from the opponent's blade. The other shinobi wasted no time to cut inbetween his shoulders. This entrance was blocked by the clang of his sceptar, protecting his upper body. He continued to stare at the man who let out a slight hiss from his tight teeth. This time, the Diviner became the belligerent one. More weight added to his strikes upon the man's katana made them heavier and the sound reverberating louder. Meanwhile, another body leaped for him seen through his peripherals. The one-to-be-buried have emerged and was proven deadly on feet. A pillar of fire erupted from where he stood while the trace of it was invisible within the ground connecting outside to where the perpetrator was. The other one smiled sickly while the captive could be burning to crisps.
A sudden explosion behind the castor had ceased the short ninjutsu. The loser fell forward, revealing hideous remnants of skin and showing no sign of getting back up again. The summoning the diviner had left was also forgotten by the other two and unfortunately paid the price. The remaining one casted two shadow clones and remained where he stood. The second one was already conjuring up rapid handsigns. The third one lashed out his sword from an aerial stance which was immediately interrupted in mid stance by the opponent's scepter.
Then out came a flash brown travelling on the ground and headed for the clone. A roar hit the vicinity before it was obscured through gurgles of snarls and fleshy finishings. "..Ah, well if it isn't Ber." As the name implied, the large dark panther did indeed resemble a bear with how it leapt at the side of it's owner. He made a clucking noise at the animal. "..A bit late though, weren't you my dulcet dear?" He crooned momentarily until his savagery kicked in. Bursts of fire spread within them as the original continued to cast them. Repeated snarls sounded out. Ber came distracting the original to leave her owner to deal with the other clone. A quick swath through the throat had rendered the clone useless.
The two were almost like one ever since he had raised her. Having been in each other's company, the two did not even have to communicate as their bodies remembered every battle they came in together. Ber had leapt back and returned to the owner. Then, allowed him to sidle over her and ride forward. His speed agility had affectively been raised. And at last, with one flick of his wrist, the Scepter came to be a whip. It's tendril-like whip snagged onto the throat of the victim. The woman who was now trembling sat watching behind a thick tree when her face had made her look all the more pitiful. Now that he had the man by his neck, he then allowed Ber to finish the rest. Not even three swipes and the assailant had passed on without a prayer.
The woman sent a darting stare before turning off to run. The diviner simply stepped back onto ground, gently petting his partner. "Well, my business can't afford any libel, can't it?" After one thoughtful stroke, the over-sized Panther left again to resume it's hunt.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:07 pm
GOD DAMN, APPROVED!!!! YOU WORK IT!!!
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 11:47 am
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