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 Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:12 pm
It has grown large, sadly enough. Many have died and are still buried here. Many Shinigami turn up to pay their respects to friends, family members, and even the Captains of long ago. Candles at the tombs light the graveyard at night like fireflies, giving off an eerie feeling.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 10:17 pm
The wild whistled around Bainin as he walked towards a special grave. Slowly and sadly he walked past row after row of graves his feet taking him to the place he had visited many times. Everything came to a stop a few minutes later. Spinning on the ball of his rightfoot he turned ninty degrees and walked to the third grave. Slowly he knelt infront of the grave and said a few quiet words before reaching into the folds of his robes and pulled out a necklace and put it on the ground. After a few more minutes of silence he stood brushed off some loose dirt and did another ninty degree turn this time on the ball of his left foot and headed back to the enterance of the graveyard.
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