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 Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 5:38 pm
Making note of the young kit that had entered the club the sage bowed his head in greeting. It seemed as though now was a good time to present. While he commonly peered into the establishment from within the shadows it generally had little in the way of interest for him. One or two individuals enjoying drinks carried little in the way of getting the blood flowing.
It seemed everyone had been drawn by some unseen force. Something big was likely to happen, but what it was would remain a mystery until it decided to reveal itself. He planned on being present during its inception and at least observing from the background. Such was the mission of a shadow mage.
"It had been sometime since my last visit I would say. I can tell you have grown considerably stronger since I was last here. I wonder if there a few things I could learn from you?"
Though it seemed as though the snow fox was talking to no one in particular. His target would likely recognize whom he was talking to.
Crossing his arms over his chest he smirked as if remembering a joke or the like.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 5:50 pm
As the woman explained that she wasn't trying to toy with him or get into his head, he couldn't help but smile. The woman had thought she had gotten to him. How amusing. But she offered something that seemed to be serious as her tone changed with the end of her sentences. He was oblivious to a God? Made to be the way he was? What he did? Why he did it? How he did it? No. No, that wasn't right. the voices yelled in his mind, screaming in denial. His eyes clenched and he bowed his head, gritting his teeth in pain as the noise became underbearable.
He had been kept alive for so long. Sure, for his kind, he was supposed to live for quite some time, but why was he th eonly one the sole survivor? He couldn't have been designed for something. That was ridiculous. He was in control. He was! The voices chanted in their own sick egostistical manners.
But they were soon quieted asshe went on about being fed wrong information. No. He glanced over to they boy sitting at the bar stool, or 'booth' as he had referred it to. He glanced back over to the woman an arched his right eyebrow.
"As far as I can see, he's sitting at a booth right over here." He nodded his head towards the bar area. "But if you think you can spin me into a fabricated world--" His eyes narrowed and he smiled wickedly "--You're in for a rude awakening."
Her suggesting that she was a better Player than he was. He didn't even need to use an illusion on her and she thought the could play with the mind better than he could, something he had studied for ages. How cute.
But the thought of being controled by another being. A 'higher power' picking his evert move. His life behind a screen in front of which was a Player. No. He wouldn't accept it. His smile faded as he spoke through gritted teeth.
"I'm in control of my life."
He glanced over to the newcomer. Frightening?
"Only if you believe you're a puppet." He said, watching the redhead aside from him past his glasses. So he had come here before. He had never seen the man before. And was talking about how he had gotten stronger, asking something somebody to teach him. His neck snapped towards the older fellow, eyes narrowed and a smile on his face. He wasn't sure if the man was talking to him, but he had his attention.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 6:12 pm
(( i will try to post tommorow or some other time. school has been going really well (grade wise, i hate my graduating class) so i dont want to mess that up. between school, my band, karate, and jiu-jitsu, my hands re preety full. getting and being active is hard for me now. stressed crying .....))
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 6:36 pm
<~> Don't worry about it Yo-ko school is not something you can redo once you've finished. Better that you deal with that now.<~>
"I doubt I have much to teach. Whatever has become of me has yet to be fully appreciated...
"Perhaps later, whether sooner or much, we may trade wisdom for wisdom."
Her eyes never left Soneko, and she could tell he didn't want to believe what he already knew. A kinder soul might take back what they said facetiously, but she wanted him to know. His denial, if nothing else, was amusing because he would either have to admit defeat reject the truth and live a lie. Either way suited her.
"You see a booth because you do not know better. Look carefully at the club. Various types of seating arrangements, but no booths. So long as you base reality on something so uncertain as what you see, I can spin you into whatever I want, and so can others.
"However, a puppet is the wrong way to look at yourself, but that's how most deal with it. From this point forward, you'll have to handle the matter in your own way."
Rising from her seat, the kitsune eyed Kendo, the same cold disposition just a degree warmer, her tone of voice, unlike her initial reply to him, a step lower from the pedestal she placed herself upon.
"Few are as difficult to sniff out as you, but they are equally...irritating. Your absence is monotonous, and I wonder out of some twisted perversity if your free time is similarly experienced."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 7:38 pm
Lowering his gaze to his flask, the sage passed the bottle between his hands bouncing it retroactively from fingertip to fingertip. Well aware of the attention shifted towards him, he seemed more preoccupied with his self imposed game. Speaking once more in his ambiguous terms he continued.
"My scent is weak out of necessity. Stagnation breeds decay and thus I cannot remain. I am neither here nor there and I surmise that is how it must be. For such reasons my time genuinely is too free to keep be grounded."
Grasping his flask in his gauntleted grip he smiled.
"Watching you young one's reminds me of such. Testing my resolve, weighing my thoughts. With each experience one grows stronger. I wish to be like water. Flowing free melding with existence, taking what I've gained with me."
Turning his gaze to the two present his grin broaded.
"Who knows perhaps what I left behind may be stronger than what passed before it."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 1:23 pm
If the young kitsune had believed she wasn't expecting him, he'd be rather mistaken. For a while, Jade kept her back turned to him, not greeting him in any manner, but just quietly humming to herself.
Finally, after what would seem to be an agonizing few moments, the young woman turned around, holding two mugs of hot cocoa in her hands, piled high with whipped cream. A soft smile that he would know his Ba-chan well for in the future was caressing her lips.
"I didn't think you were that far behind me, but you have good timing for hot cocoa."
Jade giggled a little and smiled more, offering one of the mugs to the young man.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 2:58 pm
::He's gone now. Deity looked around the empty area once occupied by the abbey, his right hand crossing his t-shirt to scratch at the itch on his bare forearm. The boy was gone all of a sudden. Weird, he thought. Thick rubber soles sinking into plush carpet, Deity moved through his bedroom, looking idly about with nothing to capture his focus. The light coming in from the window behind him told him that it was dawn - the westward window was still dark. He heard a heavy panting that caught his attention. Deity turned toward the bed; Jade was there. She was sitting on the bed on top of...someone. Straddling, rather. Another passionate sigh, this time from a man. Who was that?
Jade wore nothing at all aside from the bedsheet that had fallen down to hug her hips as she moved. She moaned softly, facing away as she ground herself down into the figure beneath her. His face was hard to make out. The Orinian stared oddly at the sight for a few moments before stepping over. Jade didn't seem to notice him, even as he stood over the two in his bed. She rose and fell, gliding back and forth to the tune of hot breaths and euphoric moans, oblivious to her surroundings. Deity couldn't make out the man's face.::
Uhh....hey, hun...
::Jade was sitting at the bed, reading a book with her glasses on. It was easy to forget that she needed reading glasses - she usually only had her books in the mirror. In her pajamas already, she looked up, surprised to see Deity there.::
Hm? Oh, hi~! Is everything okay?
::Deity had a look of concern on his face now. The Saiya-jin girl shifted her weight forward, leaning over the man before her as her body rode up and down, glistening wet flesh enveloping Deity's view. She was so into it that she seemed not to notice what was being said. Who was that man?::
....huh?
::Deity sounded a little confused. Jade pulled her book to her chest as she reiterated herself.::
Is everything al'right? You look tired, Love...maybe you should lie down?
No, uhh....
::Jade winced softly with an ecstatic cry as she ground forcefully down into the stranger's hips. It was a little distracting, but she didn't seem bothered by the intrusion, did she? No, she didn't. Did she notice what she was doing?::
....no, no I'm fine.
::She tilted her head, peering out over her glasses.::
Are you sure, Babe?
::There was a lingering groan, and then Jade rose her head over her partner. Her eyes were closed behind sweaty, stringy locks of midnight hair, her teeth gritted together as she giggled contently to herself. Deity couldn't look at the man's face. It was becoming harder to focus on what she was saying.::
...yeeeahh.
::The woman shrugged. She peered down into her book again, until suddenly something caught her awareness. She patted her wrists down before looking up and asking the tall boy something somewhat hurriedly.::
...oh, do you have the time? My clock says it's morning but I know it's off a little.
::Deity blinked.::
Wha...?
::He looked down to see his watch, the only thing adorning his left arm. So late. He spoke with his arm up, eyes focused on trying to read the time.::
No, it's already dark out...
::There was a pause before any answer came. Jade's tone was weak, somber.::
...is it that late already...?
Yeah, it's a--...
::Deity dropped his arm and looked down into the bed. It was empty. The sheets were touseled and sweaty, and the scent of lust was heavy on them. He looked around, and saw the room was empty again. No light came in through any of the windows. A breeze blew by as he stepped away from the bed and his socks sank into the grass - his wife beater did little to keep him warm in the cool wind. It was day now, only an hour before sunset. The strange boy was here again. He wore a suit, black and white. Everyone had one on, except the priest. He had on mostly white, and he was reading from a book. He didn't need any glasses, though. Deity couldn't find them anyway, his fingers rising to find them missing.::
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:43 pm
(( twisted I'm back, bitches!!!! twisted ))
(( scream MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! scream ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:33 pm
<
Carl: Wow. There's something you don't see everyday.>>
He smiled to himself. She herself was in a world of illusions without his doing if she couldn't see the boy sitting there. Nevertheless, he just smiled and nodded in mock agreement as she explained that there were apparently no booths in the Club. Her idea of putting him into a web of illusions was nothing more than pure fantasy. She wouldn't engage with him. She was all talk. However, she soon spoke again, uninvoked, as were most of her rants. She sure did like to talk. After awhile he began to tune her out, but as he did, she was apparently done with him as well. Good. She was getting boring anyway. He had gotten his entertainment out of her for some time, but perhaps it was time that she proved how well she could 'spin him into whatever she wants'. But she was rising and speaking to the older man, who had a mouth mouthfulls to say back, however not nearly as drawn-out as the redhead's.
The old man gave him less credit than he was worth. He wasn't that young. But it wasn't odd that he wouldn't know that. The man seemed to be on some kind of quest. To obtain knowledge as he went. He related to this man in that sense, and he wondered just how this one went about quench his thirst to understand things. However, he had said before that he had gotten stronger since he had last left this place. So he must have gained something along his way. Like water. He smiled. But he knew that the man was not speaking to him. He and the redhead must have been acquainted. He doubted the man would randomly ask for a fight. Unless the knowledge he was after was for combat purposes. And in order to gain all the knowledge about it, one would have to challenge everyone of worth.
However, this was all purely theoretical, but if it was the case then he might actually like the man a little. Not so much to where he would hesitate to kill, but enough to feel some kind of respect for him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:06 pm
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...nobody's commenting on Deity's posts....not as awesome. D= >>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:44 pm
<
Still, I've been pretty well entertained by your posts. Is Deity wiggin' out too?>>
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:26 pm
Her head inclined gracefully toward her former company, and his conclusion on her lengthy lecture came about predictably. Whatever she might have intended to say, she kept to herself. Either Kendo would comprehend, or he would not.
"Perhaps."
Were it possible for Red to exhibit warm regard for anyone, she surely had forgotten how to long ago. Kendo took it as well as Valin, though. It was the reason she tolerated him.
"After being loquacious so long, I would rather a less verbal means of exchanging wisdom. The ring is sterile and the weather is grey, but either will suit me better. If there is at all anything I can teach you, the locale will have little influence."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:42 pm
Honestly, the silence unnerved him a bit. Not that he would expect her to just know he was coming, but she was a warrior after all, and presence was not something he could mask around her very easily. Only intentional neglect could answer for how someone such as herself, or pretty much anyone who frequented the club, could not notice someone less than twenty feet away. His tail tried to maintain its own optimism, but it doesn't take long to worry or upset Kenta. It was just one of those things.
As that was the case, the moment she turned around holding a cup of hot cocoa just for him, he was delighted, and if the smile wasn't enough to tell her as much, the brightness in his eyes surely would be, shimmering more like polished silver than soft metal.
"Thank you," was about all he could think to say in response to the situation. Approaching her, he took a hold of the mug, wrapping both hands around it graciously. It was at that moment, when the heat of the sweet liquid radiated into his fingers, that he realized how cold his hands were. He had dressed rather warm for the season, all things considered, but he wasn't wearing anything for his hands. A black sweater over a gray, long-sleeved turtleneck, over a thin, cotton T-shirt, sufficed for his upper body, and a simply pair of jeans were more than enough for his legs. Even though he had opted for a pair of heavy, thick soled boots for his feet, he completely neglected gloves. Perhaps it was a force of habit, but it made the cocoa all the more gratifying.
"I'm...sorry I haven't visited lately," he said apologetically, ears wilting atop his head. The whole point of his being here was to spend more time with the people he called family. People who knew his father, or at least who he thought should know. Instead, he spent a greater deal of time out living life as well as someone who has no real identity could. Apparently catering to the needs of other non-human creatures, made that easy work, but it also distracted him from the task at hand. "Have you been well lately? Nothing is troubling you or anything? Everyone's...okay, right?"
For someone who came from the future, he truly knew very little about the past.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 1:21 am
His passing would be marked only by the faint scent of charcoal; slightly lingering, though most likely casually dismissed. His journey taking him further abroad than the familiar halls of Orion, it was still a sign that he had not completely disappeared into history.
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