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 Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 11:43 am
Mie-tanuki He smiled. "That's because it's the best, ne? So... what do you want to do after...?" he asked curiously. "I decided lunch, so it's your turn next."
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 9:16 pm
Gaian Name: Lighting_Strikes Char Name: Ruki Age: 17 Grade: 10 Appearance: 
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 9:19 pm
I ran up to Liao Sung and sayed do you know where 10th grade math at.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 9:00 am
(( O_o
First of all: profiles are PMed to a mod (aka me).
Secondly: Liao is in a cafe, off school campus, on a pretty much date with his math teacher.
Thirdly: RPing is generally in the third person, or "litterate" tense.
Example:
Quote: He ran up to Liao Sung and asked, "Do you know where tenth grade math is?"
Fourthly: "Sayed" is not a word.
Fifthly: Any sentance ending in "at" is improper English.
Sixthly: At least try not to post one-liners.
Ah, and it also appears I forgot to reply to the RP... o_o Whoops, sorry!!))
Liao followed him out the door, prodding the man's side lightly with a finger. "Neh... where are we going?" he asked curiously, looking up at the other with large grey-blue eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:32 pm
Tis moi! Unfortunately I have made the rather difficult and painful (damatization) desicion to leave Gaia... so to speak. (yes, again...) I may be on like... um... uh... sometimes, but otherwise you won't see me around much. I've just got way too much on my plate and have no more spare time for poor little old Gaia. So, chau everyone! I'll miss the rp's I will. =^-^= Of course, knowing me, I'll eventually migrate back in a year or so... ~_^
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 7:17 pm
[[ :O .. -stares- .. well, hm. xD; When I figure out a setting, I'll enter. :3 domokun ]]
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 7:20 pm
((xD Ookie. I'll Rp with you with.... yet another of my chars! >D I'll see what yours is like -unless it's still Sick?- and I'll probably use Shaun. Although... he is also really for paranormal RPs... >.>;; I might cheat a little and give him that so he can have a little to fight back if it's Sick. xD ))
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 7:31 pm
Naw, I won't be playing Sick for this one. xD; A school filled of cute young ample asses..Sick wouldn't be able to handle that much. ;D He'd want to play with each and everyone.. so. anyway. ;3 I go first I presume? sweatdrop
- The soft symphony of a piano drifted melodramaticly in the atmosphere of the high school's temporarily vacant corridors, the keys of the piano tapped subconsciously, foot applying enough pressure to emphasize the suddenly enhansed rich fullness the strings had to offer once hit. A melodic symphony, gentle and timid almost. But that was soon ravaged by a much faster flow of slender digits. Blonde silk caressed the framework of the beauty's cream-colored facade, eyes of the most gentle aqua hoarding an emotion of desire; lust ; love. The piano's seemingly never-ending harmony continued to litter the air with its enchanted melody.-
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 8:55 am
((xD Alright, then. Also, you need a profile. :"O I put up Shaun's profile... also... any chance of allowing him his paranormal powers, tell me! ninja *squeezes Shaun with much love* *gets innards rearanged by Shaun* D": Oh dear... ))
Shaun's progress down the empty hallway, footfalls silent due to many years of prowling churches, was haulted as the sound of drifting music reached his ears. It was quite early. Early enough that he had thought - hoped even, if he had had any - he would be alone. He continued until he came to the place where the music must be coming from - one of the music rooms, the door left slightly ajar. He paused and looked in, saphire gaze finding the one within. His gaze traveled along down to the other's hands, face impassive, as he studied the other's movements.
((By the way, Shaun does look a bit like a white-haired Sileny. However, their hair is different. Sileny and Ravi have shorter hair that is spiked more out and up like the Hiitachins and Shaun's is out and down. Sileny and Ravi's looks more demonic while Shaun's is like a reversed crown. I hope this helps...?))
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 9:14 am
Mie-tanuki ((xD Alright, then. Also, you need a profile. :"O I put up Shaun's profile... also... any chance of allowing him his paranormal powers, tell me! ninja *squeezes Shaun with much love* *gets innards rearanged by Shaun* D": Oh dear... ))
Shaun's progress down the empty hallway, footfalls silent due to many years of prowling churches, was haulted as the sound of drifting music reached his ears. It was quite early. Early enough that he had thought - hoped even, if he had had any - he would be alone. He continued until he came to the place where the music must be coming from - one of the music rooms, the door left slightly ajar. He paused and looked in, saphire gaze finding the one within. His gaze traveled along down to the other's hands, face impassive, as he studied the other's movements.
-The figure glanced gradually up as the heat of a stare was lit, those aquamarine orbs fixating and diverting their attention away from the piano for a mere second, watching the figure in the door way's arch. A smile blossomed, those hands and digits never missing a key in the absence of visual connection... the boy turned back to the piano, eyes assuming a half-lidded look that indicated he was content. And he was! Sheet music flipped mechanically, the boy intended to play his heart song, while still shooting curious glances to the silhouette in the doorway. - [[ like, telekinetic? ;D [^]-- Mitsukuni is telekinetic and Atmokinesis [control of the weather] if you didn't already know this. And yeah, I know.. I'll make his profile soon. :3 -lazy- ]]
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 9:27 am
((He has the power to pass through anything. Meaning the usual walking through walls or reaching through things, but it means he can reach into people and do things to them without their even feeling it because he can makes parts of his body immiterial. So he can rearrange your organs without ever bloodying his hands, retract them and then you die. :"O Stuff like that. Plus, he has the power to hear the truth. It's not telepathy, his mind simply strips away the lies and he hears the turth instead. It's very strange. And, although he can't actually see spirits or anything like that, he knows when they're around and is a bit paranoid xD ))
Shaun saw the other's glance towards him, but did not flinch. THe music was too nice for him to leave, either. A piano... not the old church organ that he sometimes played, although the keys were muffled with dust. If he closed his eyes, he could almost beileive that the song was being played by that man... And so he would never let himself close his eyes. He watched, unblinking, as the other's fingers gracefully pressed the keys in quick succession.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 9:42 am
Mie-tanuki
Shaun saw the other's glance towards him, but did not flinch. THe music was too nice for him to leave, either. A piano... not the old church organ that he sometimes played, although the keys were muffled with dust. If he closed his eyes, he could almost beileive that the song was being played by that man... And so he would never let himself close his eyes. He watched, unblinking, as the other's fingers gracefully pressed the keys in quick succession.
-Mitsukuni continued to play the piano in his gallant way, but before long those fingers stopped abruptly on the lower C key. -"...I don't know what else to play." The octaves that let loose in the occupied room were almost dismal and gloomy; sad almost. Head hung away from the other occupant, as if ashamed that there wasn't a damn other thing the boy could play on the piano. Suggestions, he needed them! Sheet music? He wasn't too fond of it, and actually, he liked to listen to symphonys rather than simply read off paper. Hand idly sifted through those blonde tresses, aquamarine eyes filled with glossy beads of sorrow; he was crying. The back of his hand gently brushed the trailing tears away from those pallid cheeks, a merely audible sniffle and the pianist contently sighed. "..I'm sorry." The once cloudless skies were now blotched with what looked to be the beginnings of a thunderstorm.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 9:48 am
Shaun was disapointed as the playing stopped, but that was soon replaced by surprise as it became apparent that the other had been playing... for him and that the blond was so distressed at having run out of things to play. Slow, silent footfalls took him to stand beside the piano and he carefully leaned over and began to play one of his own songs. It was strange... hearing it on a piano. The sounds were so... different. He continued playing, a soft frown on his lips, the song slow and beautiful, but morbid. It wasn't at all what you would call happy.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 10:05 am
Mie-tanuki Shaun was disapointed as the playing stopped, but that was soon replaced by surprise as it became apparent that the other had been playing... for him and that the blond was so distressed at having run out of things to play. Slow, silent footfalls took him to stand beside the piano and he carefully leaned over and began to play one of his own songs. It was strange... hearing it on a piano. The sounds were so... different. He continued playing, a soft frown on his lips, the song slow and beautiful, but morbid. It wasn't at all what you would call happy.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 10:13 am
((Neh, neh, did you reply to my last PM last night or not? =o ))
The pale boy made no sign of surprise as the other joined in and his playing did not once falter. The full song was quite a long one - so long, in fact, that he felt it best to shorten it given the time before school began. Improvising, he brought the song to a close that, even though the notes were previously unpracticed, fitted perfectly with the terribly beautiful melody. He straightened from his leaning position after the last few notes faded. It was quite different... He could remember the last time he had played the piano... it had not been so strange then and his hands somehow found the way to play those ebony and ivory keys again. The expression he wore was a subtle blend of confused thoughts and feelings as well as that ever present cool detatchment.
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