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 Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 4:36 pm
Mike's soul take the skittles and hands hunter the guns" be happy that I own every weapon ever made..even some from the future"
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 4:50 pm
twisted mike ive been noticing you have certain problems twisted with people plz contact me when such a event of one or more enemies threaten you
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 11:36 am
hmm Fugii looked around when she saw a buster sword..
"OMG this is such a beautiful sword..but it would be sad if Hunters blood is all over it" wink
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 4:19 pm
Ryoujoku enters the store,He then Starts to examine the Katanas.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 3:06 am
Angie went up to the person working there and drew her sword from the scabbard on her back. "Could you sharpen this? So much use and it starts getting dull" she frowned crying
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:55 am
Akyo was walking by when she notice the shop....she stop and pause for a moment..."Maybe they have a Katana?"She said to her self looking at the store...after thinking about it...she decide to go in and look around at what they had....
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:58 am
Akyo browses around the store...she then stops when she notice the Katana hanging on the wall...she looks at it...thinking....
'Maybe it's best that I get a real sword...instead of using my kendo sword a lot...'
She thought.....
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 11:31 am
After thinking about it...she decided not to get it yet...Akyo shrug and walked out the store...
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 3:53 pm
*Jolt walks into the store* "Do ya make custom broad swords by any chance?" *Jolt asks while looking around.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 5:07 pm
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__________________________________  I'VE GOT A BULLETPROOF HEARTxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou've got a hollow point smile ➸xxxxxxx↘ WEHADOURRUNAWAYSCARVES↗xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGOT A PHOTOGRAPH DREAM ON THE GETAWAY MILE Rossiya sauntered in with a firm expression, eyes concentrated and footsteps that were as timed as her breaths without the realization of how out of place she looked in a weaponry shop. She was more likely to be considered a Russian supermodel rather than a mobster, she dressed so neatly and fashionably that she didn't look like the type of person to get mixed up in such things. The only sound that made itself palpable was the noise of her suede and mesh ankle boots by Jimmy Choo, they elevated her from her regular 5'8" to a much taller 6'3" but she couldn't get herself away from such high heels, they were so sexy and useful. She was a leggy person, which gave her all the reason to want to show off her pale, long legs in a pair of denim short shorts with a braided rope-like belt under which she safely tucked her silk Alexander McQueen blouse. She was a wily temptress, whether she chose to acknowledge it or not, a few of her blouse buttons were left undone only enough to begin to reveal the slightest of a lacy black bra with a nice, unzipped leather jacket thrown on top. Pumps, leather jackets and totes were her signature items. Who would ever take a girl like that for a mobster? She would pass off as a fashionable b***h or a model, nothing more.
However, Rossiya leaned against the counter and observed the guns they had kept in there, along with a few knives but she could find nothing of too much interest out in the open. She puckered her lips before she asked, "Do you have Desert Eagles?" her Russian accent lilted and gave her a mysterious aura, she rest her cheek on her hand, her elbow firmly against the counter as she waited for a response, which was a meek yes. "Wonderful, how about the price of it?" she questioned with vague amounts of interest actually being shown, she had not been vaguely surprised when the clerk asked her to show him her license. The ravenette easily searched her tote and avoided her Uzi, she pulled out a firearm possession license that deemed her a twenty five year old woman named Mischa Andriy Bytchkov. She swore she was the only one that got asked for a license in the shop. Tch, racist.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 12:43 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (( ` F I O R E ↗ L U C A N O ))
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» » »_______ f i o r e Fiore had easily found her way to the Weaponry shop. In her mind was etched the map of Fuyu Academy, so from Wyvern Dorm to all the way in Town to get the Weaponry Shop? Not a problem. Memorizing things had become something so natural ever since that she had joined the Intelligence ranks for the Lucchese Family. A year ago, the red-haired girl would have needed mnemonic devices in order to help her remember things, but now, simply glancing at pictures, charts, diagrams and all sorts of things was enough for the Italian-American to securely store it in her mind. However, the teen still amused herself with such learning techniques, it made it much more exciting and memorable. A year since she had left Spirit to go back in America and many things had changed in her. For one, the short spy managed to grow a whooping three centimeters to her previous 162 cm height. Also, she had somewhat managed to improve her abilities ever so slightly through rigorous training. The red-haired girl also had enough time to try and widen her knowledge on different types of weapons, not just limiting herself to her claws.
"Here we are!"the Lucchese spy said in a content voice as she directed Elias to the shop. Upon opening the door, her goldenrod yellow eyes observed the room. Countless weapons were adorning the walls of the room, some were in glass cases for customers to observe but not touch, most likely the ones that were at a higher monetary value or were more dangerous. Half of herself put aside her initial quest to find the proper magazines for her Colt when the teen noticed a range of different claws and knuckles in a corner of the room. Some had enough spikes to resemble a porcupine while others were simply a pair of leather gloves. Quickly remembering the reason Fiore snapped out of close combat section and realized an important detail. "How am I supposed to buy a magazine for the gun? I doubt they'll want to sell it to a nineteen year old," the young Lucchese Family member pouted as she stood faraway from the clerk who appeared to be serving another female client that looked oddly familiar.
"That hair, height and distinctive choice of leather jackets... could it be?," Trusting her instinct, Fiore discretely made her way to the tall girl at the counter. When she finally reached the counter to have a better look at this stranger, the spy felt as if she was staring at the Burj Khalifa or the peak of Mt. Everest. With a slightly uncertain look, the red-haired girl dared to ask, "Forgive me for interrupting but... Rossiya Toska?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 2:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:39 pm
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xxxxxxOH SHE GOT A WAY WITHXXxxXXX
xxxxxxxxxxxxwith them boys in the place
xxxxxxxx★★ TREAT`EMLIKETHEY xxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx( d o n ' t ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╰:: stand a chance_______________________________________
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__________________________________ I'VE GOT A BULLETPROOF HEARTxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou've got a hollow point smile ➸xxxxxxx↘ WEHADOURRUNAWAYSCARVES↗xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGOT A PHOTOGRAPH DREAM ON THE GETAWAY MILE Rossiya had been contently toying with the Desert Eagle she had bought not too long ago, maybe five minutes had passed and she could not help but admire the gun as it were her first born child. Rather than thanking the man who sold it to her, she asked, "Do you you carry a magazine containing .357 caliber bullets?" with her blue eyes focused on the gun as she ran her fingernail across the top, her lean on the counter remained even now. A quick flash and she had what she asked for, the man was nothing in her hand but someone she could toy with far too easily, "Very well, I will be off then," she stated before she received an interruption she had not expected, someone had known her already while she knew no one at this school - it had been far too odd to be normal. Narrowed eyes reached the person it belonged to, the Russian was as composed on the outside as ever but her shock remained within the depths of her mind. Fiore and Elias. They were definitely stalking her. "No, I believe you are mistaken, my name is Mischa Bytchkov," she corrected, holding out the ID that passed her off as legal and someone completely different - the only similarities were that they were both Russian, female and the picture was of the girl holding the ID.
Rossiya had stopped her lean on the counter to focus on them - both of them were together after an entire year and they were with her as well. Her mind jumped to the conclusion that they were sent to assassinate her and Elias had worked his problems out. 'Shame, we could have worked well together.' the ravenette thought while she the gun in her hand. "I have never seen you in my life," she told them with a wink that was hidden from the shop owner, her beautiful gun would be taken in a heartbeat if he knew she was Rossiya, a eighteen year old with a knack for being a mobster. The company she kept wasn't much of an improvement - it seemed to fluctuate from Anelia, to the drunk Russian mobsters at the bar or Fiore and Elias. None of them helped her in any way, she was a demoralized person.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:36 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (( ` F I O R E ↗ L U C A N O ))
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» » »_______ f i o r e Mischa Bytchkov? That was a new name to her and certainly was not Rossiya Toska. Fiore's eyes narrowed suspiciously as she looked at the features of the familiar stranger. Tall with ridiculously long pumps that turned her into a skyscraper. The characteristic leather that seemed to also accompany her wardrobe and finally, the tote at her side. If those were not enough hints redirecting to the pale Russian she had met at the other Academy and the red-haired girl was indeed speaking to this Mischa Bytchkov, the teen would easily start believing that all Russian girls possessed all the nice genes to be this tall. Were those items currently trendy? The Italian-American never quite followed fashion, it had never interested her and she had better things to do than waste her time on such things.
However all doubts were cleared when the teen saw the Russian girl's discrete wink. "Ah, you must be right! I often confuse myself with faces! Very bad memory for those type of things!" Fiore said with a small chuckle as she lightly tapped her own head with tongue sticking out apologetically. So, Rossiya had managed to squirrel her way through the whole gun license problem, as expected of her. "Well Miss Bytchkov, after your purchase, if you wouldn't mind, could you assist me? It would be really appreciated," the young Lucchese Family member explained in an innocent voice. "I'm afraid my height is quite limited and those claws near the ceiling look oh so interesting," the red-haired teen added to her excuse. Fiore wanted to distance themselves from the store clerk momentarily, that would be enough time to talk. That is if Rossiya still desired to associate herself with Elias and her after a year apart.
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Sapphire Waltz Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:19 pm
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