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 Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 7:48 pm
Alright, basically this is a random roleplay, with a ever-devoloping plot, any good plot twists/idea please PM them too me.
LITERACY ONLY
[Marquee] Members: Tifa
[Marquee] What's going on?: Starting!
[Marquee] Calender: February 21, 2005; Monday: Roleplay started
April 8, 2005; Friday: Everything died, need more members.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 7:57 pm
A silent figure stands at the base of a large cliff, hidden in the thick temperate trees. The moonlight bounces of the figure, showing it to be a young woman of her late teens. Her soft pale skin glows in the moonlight, her silken skin-tight black kimono wraps dangerously low and tight, showing off her curves. Her small thin body making it easy for her to hide in the cliff cracks. Piercing blue eyes, seemingly empty check from tree to tree, ever watching her surroundings. Around her small waist is tied a ropen belt, a small bag hangs from the belt. Her long black hair pulled back into a small bun, leaving long locks which cascade down across her shoulders and bosom. Her shoeless feet, sleathy and agile stepping into a small puddle, which to her reaction freezes to her touch.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 1:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 2:42 pm
Tifa's ears twitch lightly, in her hands form a scythe. The ebonywood handle, of five feet, was etched from battle scars. The blade, connected to the handle by a decorative silver emblem, sparkle with dark rubies. The blade which had an engravment in the sharp end, similar to a blood splatter. "Who's there?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 6:46 pm
Teh Teefers Tifa's ears twitch lightly, in her hands form a scythe. The ebonywood handle, of five feet, was etched from battle scars. The blade, connected to the handle by a decorative silver emblem, sparkle with dark rubies. The blade which had an engravment in the sharp end, similar to a blood splatter. "Who's there?" "I am the fluffy terror, the sugar-high demon, the ubsurd excuse for a living thing, I am-" The trees rustle agan and moonlight shines across her grinning face, "SUPER-ADZUMI!!" she had sprouted grey wings and was flapping around like a crazy person. That was mostly due to her being crazy, but that was beside the point.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:16 am
She stared blankly.
((Is this seriously how you want this RP to go? It's literate and everything... >>'Z))
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:36 am
Angel stummbled through the forest, still a little confuzed on how she came to be there. She had never seen this place before, the redwood trees towered above her. As she looked around she clutched her stomach as if it would fall out if she didn't.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:43 am
Tifa twisted around, her scythre spinning with her. The blade slammed into the soft ground around three feet in front of Tifa's barefeet. The tribal beads strung from the blade sheath sparkled from the morning dew. "Who's there?" She yelled out, calmly.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:50 am
"Tifa? Is that really you?" Angel couldn't believe what she had heard. Surely it was just her imagination, or was it?
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 10:06 am
"Ooo!" Tifa's expression changes from serious to playful, and she hops over to Angel. "Of course it's really me, but is that you!?" She laughs.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 10:10 am
"How odd that we end up in the same forest, of course it's me." Angel was slightly relieved that it was only Tifa, though something was still bugging her a bit.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 10:13 am
"It always seems to happen...." She laughs, then stops seeing the look of concerne on Angel's face, "What's up? How's Jin?" She exclaims, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. The sunlight glittered the metal jewelry Tifa sported. Her eyes shined as she sat down next to Angel, the scythe disappearing just as quickly as it hand appeared in her hands.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:07 pm
"Jin's fine. His sister is sick though. His father let him come back to take care of her, he even let me and Mila come to see her once. Talk about a change of heart, right?" She cast her eyes down to the twigs strewn across the forest floor.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:31 pm
"Jaina's sick!" She exclaims, "With what?" She tilts her head, then laughs slightly at G, and his creepiness.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:36 pm
"I don't know, no one does that's why Jin stayed to take care of her. Don't think that G completely changed either. He freaked out that Jin brought me or Mila with him. But Jin gave him the whole 'If you touch my daughter' speach." Angel chuckled lightly and then looked up at Tifa, "So, how's life been treating you lately?"
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