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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 4:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:31 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Haran ran out of a store with a bag with the last thing he needed before leaving this boring small town a few people looked at him funny but that as a bit understandable with a boy with such bright colored hair running down the street like the devil himself was chasing him. What he didn't see was the small lighting cat right behind him floating in the air. "I'm sorry this was the only place in town that holds my hair dye and I can't go to the big city looking bland now can I?" He said with a grin to Chiaki, who promptly meowed to him. "I'm not going to miss the bus... hopefully." A few moments after they have arrived as a bus came pulled up to its stop. Catching his breath Haran bored the bus and starched out as he took his seat pulling out his deck of cards. He began to shuffle them as if expecting someone to sit down and play with him the small lighting cat resting on his shoulders with a small zap on his skin. It hurt but it was better then the jolts he had gotten when they started to work together, Haran petted the Kitten "you excited to get out of this boring town too?" The cat purred from the pets."Yea and maybe we can find more like us I'm sure they'll be loads more fun then these people." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ♠:Haran Tejina ♥ Furyoku: 200/200 ♣Word Count: 241 ♦ Total Word Count: 241
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:38 am
 Athena
Soul // X-law // Scythe Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Athena//Furyoku: 600/1000
The bus would continue on its normal way until the bus driver saw someone in the road. It was a woman in a long white dress, no shoes and long black sleeves. The females white hair would flow in the wind before she turned her heard. The driver would witness a large gem in the females head, before she turned around, a large scythe in her hand. The driver would become wide eyed, trying to swerve before the female slashed trough the bus, cutting into the gas and exhaust pipes. She would then seem to dissapear, as if she was not even there to begin with. The male in the bus only had split time before the bus would explode, so from a ontop a building, she would watch. HE either lived or died. "Soulll" was the only words she would state as she watched.
Words Posted: 145
Word Count: 145
Experience: 1000
Quote: Attacks used: Double Team | Moving at fast paces, it seems as if clones of soul are being made. [4 clones -400 Furyoku, and -400 to keep them alive]
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:47 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Haran was nearly thrown out of his seat as the bus was hit by something. He didn't see what it was but looking down he saw the damage and he only had a few seconds before there would be an explosion "Chiaki Cat's claw" He held his deck of cards in one hand and his other to the cat, Chiaki turned to his 'Spirit Ball Mode' Haran took the spirit ball and put into the cards the went around his arm to form a claw. Haran jumped at the nearest window and used his blade like claws on the window weakening it before crashing through it. Trying to cover himself from broken class he got a piece stuck in his arm, a gash on his leg as well as bloody scrapes from the road but he seemed to be alright he tried to get up and get away from the bus. Then the bus exploded and the next thing he knew his ears where ringing and he was blown back to the ground. His head was bleeding a bit and he was a bit disoriented as he tried to get back to his feet, just what had happened to the bus was what he wondered. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ♠:Haran Tejina ♥ Furyoku: 75/200 - Cats Claw -125 ♣Word Count: 205 ♦ Total Word Count: 446, exp 4000
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:58 pm
Athena
Soul // X-law // Scythe Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Athena//Furyoku: 400/1000
It seemed like the male could get out of the way, which was good. Soul hunted the little people because she was an animal, and would attack like one. It was kill or be killed, and that was the world they lived in. She would pull her scythe back, making sure to get rid of her clones. She only had so much Furyoku to work on. She also knew this man was low leveled...he had nothing on him...and would be an easy picking. Her head would then begin to ring..her mind flashed of images that she didnt want to see. The experiments, the cutting and everything. She would growl, and the slashes of wind would be fired at the male, but just swerve past him. She would grab her head and shake furiously. The memories were always so hard to deal with.
Words Posted: 145
Word Count: 290
Experience: 2000
Quote: Attacks used: · Razor WIng | Soul grabs wind around her scythe, before releasing the wind in 3 large slashes of wind. [-200]
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 4:10 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Haran felt the wind wiz by him and moving his eye up to the sores they focused on a lady holding her head with she had some kinda pole-arm he could not tell what it was but he didn't want to find out. He was running out of energy and he knew it. Letting go of the cards and they dropped to the ground as his Chiaki came out a look of concern came across its cat face. He tried to get up and run for it wile she seemed in pain, who was she why was she attacking these questions didn't seem to matter at the time. The only thing that mattered was to keep moving even though his leg was screaming at him and he was sure he was losing blood. He had to keep on moving he was not going to lose it all when he just started to play. He could not face his friend in the afterlife like that 'Stay alive...' he was trying to focus on that thought as he stumbled away "Chia..ki get away I don't want them to hurt you..." The cat following meowed and rubbed his head on Haran's legs... "yea I probably would not listen if you wanted me to go ether, then lets just try and get out for now we'll worry about each other later" He said with a smile. Still trying to walk his knee buckles a bit as he moves, His spirit licked the wound sending a shock but cauterized the wound stopping it from bleeding as much. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ♠:Haran Tejina ♥ Furyoku: 75/200 ♣Word Count: 265 ♦ Total Word Count: 711, exp 7000
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 4:39 pm
Athena
Soul // X-law // Scythe Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Athena//Furyoku: 400/1000
Soul would look towards the mountion sky, tears falling from her face. Where was Makarov to stop her from her hate, her angers and tears? She would grab her scythe, darting along the ground as she chased after this shaman. He was running, meaning she would give chase. She watched as he told his spirit to get away and run from the situation. He cared for the spirit and not for himself. He was not selfish, he wanted his partner For a second she would stop moving, the air just wizzing around her. Makarov would do the same for her...should she attack, should she stop. What was there to even do? She would shake her head, a buzzing sound now transmitting trough her head, "SOUUUUUL" she would yell before she darted at the male. She would take him out, its what she was made to do.
Words Posted: 147
Word Count: 437
Experience: 4000
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 5:06 pm
   ❛ I D A R E you to C H A L L E N G E ME ❜_____________________________ ─ M a r k o v
He had heard her, screaming out for him, the heartbreak and pain that the notes conveyed. She was confused, angry and hurting. Not many would be able to know this from the simple word she had cried, well, actually none that he knew of, but he could. He had learned about her, and it was as if he could actually feel her and what she was feeling, at least to a degree. It was because of this that his pace would quicken slightly, his sense of purpose renewed as his feet left the pavement of the sidewalk as he strode through the gathering crowd, following the smell of burning tires, gas, and flesh as well as the rather large plume of black smoke just a block or so away from him. Humans were sometimes rather stupid creatures... gathering in large numbers around a dangerous scene to see what had happened... It was a marvel that they were still alive.
As he neared his objective, the people's attitude changed, rather than gathering, they ran, screaming and terrified, yelling about a crazed woman with a scythe. His hand would come up to touch against the leather collar that he wore around his neck, his lips moving in an inaudible word, the name of his spirit, awakening it and drawing its power into him. Unlike other shamans, he had no weapon to merge his spirit into, his body had become that weapon. He felt the surge of power from his spirit, and the back of his throat would suddenly start to burn, feeling parched as if he had not had water for days. He knew this thirst too well, and had come to be able to control it. However, he wanted to be ready should his companion be in danger.
He would at last see her, chasing after a red haired male with a feline looking spirit. A young shaman, one that was astoundingly weaker than she was. That alone would have been enough for her to attack the poor boy, her huntress style mind finding the weak easy prey, but now he was also bleeding and struggling to keep moving. Like adding blood to the water... quite literally... he thought as he stepped forward, stopping just in front of the young man. He would slide his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his ice blue eyes devoid of emotion as he looked at the pathetic creature. True, Markov wasn't the strongest shaman in the world, but he was not weak either, and when he was, he refused to flounder around as this young man was.
His gaze would shift past him, falling onto the monochrome clad woman that was chasing him, his gaze softening a bit. He would pull a hand out from his pocket, holding his hand out to her, as if asking for her to reach for him, to come and take his hand in hers. "Soul..." he said softly, his head tilting to the side just enough to allow his bangs to fall to the other side of his face, a small smile playing on his lips as he waited for her to come to him.
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░Ｆuryoku: 400 / 400
░[̲̅o̲̅]verly[̲̅o̲̅]bservant[̲̅c̲̅]haracters
░Ｌocated: Somewhere in the town
░Ｃurrent Ｃompany: Soul and some kid...
░Word Count: 528
░Word Count Thus Far: 528
█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█ ❛ I hope you don't regret it. ❜
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:10 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Haran stopped at the man to stop himself from running into him and falling to the ground. He looked the man over and was unsure weather or not this man was a friend or another foe, but in ether case he couldn't keep up this chase despite his pain he kept up a small grin. "I don't suppose your going to help me out?" He looked from him over to the woman with the scythe, at least he could see the weapon that was most likely going to kill him. Still wearing his grin he turned to the woman and reaching into his pocket pulled out the second pack of cards "I know I'm suppose to play Chess with Death, but I hope card game's would work too." He gave a little chuckle if he was going to die he at least wanted to die not being bored. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ♠:Haran Tejina ♥ Furyoku: 75/200 ♣Word Count: 148 ♦ Total Word Count: 859, exp 8000
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:39 pm
Athena
Soul // X-law // Scythe Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Athena//Furyoku: 400/1000
She had heard it, what she had wanted to hear, to feel him around her, and to feel the love that he had for her. She would stop, her scythe dragging across the ground. Her mind set was straight, and all her intents gone. She would turn around, running as if this was it. This run was like she was never going to see tomorrow, like the world was over and she had nowhere to go but down into the depths of her most unwanted hell.
The tears would drip down her eyes, and she would cry as she ran in what seemed to be slow motion to her. She was running at speeds that seemed almost unmeasurable, ramming into Markovs hands, body and even to the top of him. She would hold against him, rubbing her head onto his body, "soul" being repeated over and over and over again. She could not control the want she had for him...the love deep within her.
Words Posted: 147
Word Count: 437
Experience: 4000
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:28 pm
❛ I D A R E you to C H A L L E N G E ME ❜_____________________________ ─ M a r k o v
He had heard her, screaming out for him, the heartbreak and pain that the notes conveyed. She was confused, angry and hurting. Not many would be able to know this from the simple word she had cried, well, actually none that he knew of, but he could. He had learned about her, and it was as if he could actually feel her and what she was feeling, at least to a degree. It was because of this that his pace would quicken slightly, his sense of purpose renewed as his feet left the pavement of the sidewalk as he strode through the gathering crowd, following the smell of burning tires, gas, and flesh as well as the rather large plume of black smoke just a block or so away from him. Humans were sometimes rather stupid creatures... gathering in large numbers around a dangerous scene to see what had happened... It was a marvel that they were still alive.
He heard the man in front of him say something, but he did not have time to respond, not that he would have before consoling his precious Soul anyway. She stopped, the look on her face as if she had not seen him in ages, as if she had thought he had died and came back via some miracle. The murderous intent in her eyes vanished the moment she had seen him, and then she came running, as quickly as she could to him. His arms would wrap around her as she rubbed and nuzzled her head against him, holding her close and securely. It would be then that he would allow a moment’s attention to the male, his icy look back in his eyes as he shifted his gaze downward, his face hardening, as he looked at him, his voice, while soft, was anything but friendly, “I did not come here for you Shaman. And to compare my Soul to the ghastly figure that is considered for Death is… revolting… and near disrespectful…” He would look back to Soul as she continued to happily nuzzle him, repeating that one word over and over again. Gently he would press his lips against the top of her head, his hand coming up to run through her hair, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as his expression melted when he looked at her, “Although… if you were to die by someone, there would be no one better to end your life…” he seemed to add this, as if it were a compliment.
He would bring a hand down, gently cupping under Soul’s chin to raise her head up to look at him, his hand then moving to softly brush his fingers along her cheek, “Now Soul… What were you doing out here… I was worried about you…” He would then look up at the remains of the bus, the debris in the street, and he would shake his head giving her a soft and caring sigh, “You do know that we will probably have to pay for that bus my dear…” he said with a gently smile. He would glance to the male once again, a look of slight boredom crossing his face, “I suggest that you leave… unless you are truly ready for death…” he would rest his cheek against the top of her head, his hand moving to gently brush against her hair in something of a petting motion.
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░Ｆuryoku: 400 / 400
░[̲̅o̲̅]verly[̲̅o̲̅]bservant[̲̅c̲̅]haracters
░Ｌocated: Somewhere in the town
░Ｃurrent Ｃompany: Soul and some kid...
░Word Count: 572
░Word Count Thus Far: 1,100
█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█❛ I hope you don't regret it. ❜
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:24 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Haran was a bit confused at the star crossed killer lovers, but he did not need to be told twice. "Right then I'll leave, Even if you didn't mean to your being here was lucky" He smiled and started to walk away he needed to clean his wounds up and hopefully find another mode of transport since his the bus he had taken was now in tiny pieces. He bit his lip as he walked, stopping now and then from the pain Chiaki beside him "Man those people where scary whoever they are, But at least we beat the odds and lived for now that's something." He had a smile as he pet the Kitten and cringed a bit in pain as he remembered he had a chunk of glass in his arm he cringed as he yanked it out "I must look like a bloody mess..." He wondered where he was since he had taken a bus to take him out of town and stumbled around without really caring where he was going at the time. He looked up and saw the smoke of the bus. At least he had a beacon to lead him back to the way that he had come from and maybe paramedic's would be there. He followed the smoke back to the bus and there was crowds of people. that enplanes why he had not ran into anyone else on his walk back and forth they had all came to the crash like moths to a flame. He did see the paramedic's but did not want to alert them to his presence the last thing he wanted was to spend weeks in a hospitable hospital "Hey Chiaki want to distract the crowed for me?" the cat meowed "go play in the metal scarps of the bus." He pointed to the bus and the cat darted off and moved to piece's of the metal sending shocks of electricity to them making quite the light show and Haran moved to the ambulance he walked in and stole the first aid kit and left as fast as he could in his state "That's enough Chiaki" he called once he was away from the ambulance already patching himself up to stop what bleeding there was. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ♠:Haran Tejina ♥ Furyoku: 75/200 ♣Word Count: 377 ♦ Total Word Count: 1236, exp 12000
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:57 am
Athena
Soul // X-law // Scythe Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Athena//Furyoku: 400/1000
She would be in his arms, the feeling she wanted. It was like nothing mattered, because it didnt. She would look up at him when he kissed her head. That love, the want and everything he gave her made her so happy that for a second she had forgot that the other male was here. She would look at him, feel his fingers on her cheek and listen to his words. She would nod to him, but then tell the male to leave. Her head would tilt, till she later felt the male use his powers again.
If the male had just quickly gotten out of there..he would of been saved. Once Soul felt that spark of energy, her eyes seemed to glow, before she slowly detached from Markov slowly. She would then make a mad dash, the wind picking up under her feet. She would grip her scythe and do a little bit of a backwards spin, her scythe slamming into the mans back and trough his chest. Soul would pant, removing the scythe from the mans back and let him drop to the ground. she had infused it with the same amount of Furyoku he had....so he would not die, just come back. It was time to bring him to jail.
Words Posted: 215
Word Count: 652
Experience: 6000
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:37 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Haran felt a cold stabbing pain go through his chest. He looked down and saw the blade of the scythe protruding out. He tried to breath but it was hard to even attempt. "C-Ch...Chiaki get..away" was the only thing he could make come out before blood came out of his mouth his lungs must have been damaged from the blade. He looked to his sprite who gave a sad look before darting off. 'Good at least she will hopefully get away.' he thought to himself as the scythe was removed from his body and he fell to the ground. 'I..feel so cold' he thought to himself feeling the blood drain from his body. 'I hope the afterlife is warm and maybe I can see my friend that gambler.' He closed his eyes and had a soft smile 'hopefully that will make things fun.' he said before drifting of into that cold slumber known as death.▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ♠:Haran Tejina ♥ Furyoku: .... ♣Word Count: 162 ♦ Total Word Count: 1398, exp 13000
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:49 pm
  Maku stopped abruptly as he caught sight of a dying shaman being stabbed by another shaman. He had come quickly to observe the beginning shaman and see what was going on with them but he'd been caught off gaurd to find one dead and on the ground. Maku looked at the woman and could tell from her eyes that she was an X-Law. Maku's face went wild as he pulled his shield out, feeling no need for something like a trash can lid. " Rom! Spirit Unity!" Maku said as he called on his gaurdian ghost. The paladin revealed himself and placed his hand on Maku's shoulder. " As you wish" he said, not feeling in a mood to argue with Maku in his current mood. Maku felt Rom and himself fuse together before they charged forward. " Are you an X-Law!?" he asked angrily as he prepared his shield for an attack.Weapon: Shield Furyoku: 1600 Word Count: 152
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