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 Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 11:17 pm
Sigh.. Alright, I'm just gonna withdraw from this.
To be honest, I've been thinking about quitting the tourney for some time. I'm just not interested in it anymore, and I really can't find the motivation to post.
Sorry Mitch, it's been fun. ^_^
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 9:02 am
((Gah, Ok. Thanks for the Rp tho man. It was awesome.))
Gaius watched as the massive attack of spikes, poison, freezing air, and roots crashed down on Kiisho's position. For several minutes they simply writhed about. A giant freezing ball of plant matter. Eventually they calmed down and slowly extricated themselves from the giant knot they had formed. Gaius shook his head sadly when he saw there was nothing remaining of his opponent. He couldn't sense his reiatsu anywhere. It had been a good fight though. He walked sedately down to the diminishing mass of roots, and past it to the metal platform. As he passed it he placed his hand on it and Brutus was simply gone. And a large blue sapphire glinted in the sunlight where the mask had been. The air was already beginning to warm up. He smiled in regret at the anticlimatic. It had been good. It was good. He bent over to retrieve the faceted jewel and fastened back to his gladius with a slight click. With that a few more steps towards the edge of the platform and he dropped to the ground before continuing his slow walk to the cliff face in the distance.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 9:23 am
From a position miles above the metal disc below, Kiisho watched silently as his opponent left the battleground. True, he had forfeited the match by leaving the boundaries of the arena, but that didn't matter much. He lifted his hands, no longer covered in the blue-and-silver armor, even though he had not sealed his weapon. His zanpakutou lay sheathed on his lap, the handle now a solid white, with a smooth, contoured grip, rather than the more traditional cord-wrapped. He continued to stare at his hands for several moments, then slowly stood, grasping his sword with his left hand and running a finger through his now-shortened hair. How curious.. he would have to talk to Raikotsu about what had happened, and discover why it had sealed so abruptly on him. With a quick flash, he was gone, leaving the arena and all of its memories forever behind him.[Forfeit]
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