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unfoundedLegecity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 7:05 am
"My only issue would be the period it took my body to adjust. I rely on speed a lot when fighting, and if it takes me days or weeks to make up even a fraction of a second in reflex time...." Imelda frowned, unhappy with the choice she had to made. On the other hand, when she did get her speed back up, she'd have more weight on the weapons, which meant more force behind each attack, which meant more damage...It would make them sturdier too. The Italian nibbled on her lower lip, looking to her darling panther for some kind of input. He looked back, apathetic to her plight. Whatever she wanted, he wanted, that was how these things went.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 8:03 am
"Well if it would be with the flame/weight ratio then you could train yourself to make it heavier. Not to mention you will have the ability not to use the weight when you wish." He said, softly turning the items in his hands. They really were pretty...
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unfoundedLegecity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 7:02 pm
She nodded, smiling at the idea. Durante stalked over to her, sitting to her side as she stroked his face without thought. The large cat slowly made his way into a laying down position, never losing the affectionate petting from the Italian. Such a lovely little man she had.
"It sounds divine, if you could, please make it happen."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 6:13 am
The soft scraping sound of a sharpening stone against the edge of a blade could be heard from down the hall as gentle footsteps casually made their way towards the room where everyone was located. The point of a sword peeked around the wall into the room where everyone was followed by a tall, slender man with broad shoulders who was peering down the length of the upturned blade. The dark haired man calmly looked around the room noticing both his comrades and their guests. Bowing his head slightly he slid the sword into its respective sheath at his side and tucked the whetstone into the chest pocket of his long fur lined trench coat. Crossing his arms over his chest the man leaned back against the wall before prompting his boss with a casual question.
“I take it that these are some of the members of the young Vongola family which you spoke of boss?”
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