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 Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 12:03 am
*Hart comes to, again, he shakes his head and heads toward the door.*
"Right..."
*He glances at Focht, but doesn't move to help him.*
"Whenver you're ready, I'm growing impatient..."
*He then leaves.*
((Bye all))
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 12:08 am
I do not plan to go at you as soon as you may think or wish, Mastema. I shall save you for the end. The icing upon the cake as some might say.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 12:09 am
::Tyr takes the blast in the back leaping quickly away into the rafters. He looks around the room noticing whom did it. His opponent wasnt here, but he wasnt sticking around for the moment, and went towards the fortress::
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 12:13 am
*chuckles* and so they leave. Truinthil... it matters not my relevance to you. I'm inclined to end this little chat now.....The citadel must be risen soon.... I do hope you attend.... fare thee well *chuckles and the voice and presence fade. Mastema had made his re-entrance*
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 12:13 am
~Truinthil shrugged then and disappeared, his voice echoing~
i have more pressing matters to attend to. Tah tah for now!
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 12:14 am
Focht slowly sits up, showing one of the burns had forced his eye closed. Blood trickled down from his ears, from the corners of his eyes, and his nose, all due to the concusive force of the blast and his being that close. There was a massive burn line across his chest and arms. A series of burn lines and spots randomly covered his arms, legs; these would limit a person's movement from pain. Focht's hands were just covered in burns on the parts that were showing while they still had death grips on his weapons.
Growling and gritting his teeth, Focht slowly starts trying to get to his feet.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 12:41 am
After a few minutes of trying Focht falls face down back to the floor. The only signs he is injured are the burns on his arms and hands which are out to the side in an almost spread eagle fashion with his 5 foot kantana in his right hand and the Grand Klaive in his right. With a pained sigh, he gives up for the night and falls asleep knowing that this was still going to hurt in the morning.
((RP on Focht is allowed while I am gone, b/c I will check before get on. TOS rules and BC rules apply. No killing, raping, vamipric actions, or any thing els that would normally be considered agressive. Healing and bandaging his wounds is ok. His weapons are held too tightly to be taken away.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 6:42 am
9's body fell into a pile of roots and fungi as Shadow's promise took effect and Tyr's attempt to draw on the mental link through 9 caused the backlash. The roots and fungus melted and flowed into bunches that spread out and simply became part of the dojo's structure.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 11:14 am
9 walked into the dojo and looked around. She wasn't sure if she was truly alone
"Hello... anyone here?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 11:19 am
: biggrin arenos paced back and forth in Matsuo's room, it was weird that suddenly the dojo was covered in foliage. He had finished the book the night and started on the next one, it was open and resting on a side table next to his chair. He walked over to Matsuo's coffin, he didn't like the way that this felt. He turned to the fire and sat back down comforted in the fact that Matsuo was resting without terrors of any kind like last night. He worried about her and he worried what might happen to her if something happened::
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 11:27 am
9 sighed as she saw all the plants and walked into her office and grabbed a sword. She started pulling down all the plants that she could find. Slowly she started to make her way up the stairs.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 11:34 am
::Matsuo moves slightly in her sleep, a dream plaguing her mind this day. Darenos looked up from his book and turned his sight to the dorr hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. He placed the book down and reached for a long sword that flared with blue and white fire. he stood in front of the door awaiting the person::
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 11:38 am
9 stopped at Matsuo's room. She knew Matsuo might be alseep sense it wsa the daytime. 9 carefully checked to see of her door was locked.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 11:44 am
::The door's handle twisted as 9 turned it opening easily but making a creaking noise. A man stands there 6'5" tall lean and very well built, his white hair accented his slender ebony face as his eyes flashed their golden color. He wore Dragon Scale leather armorand leather breeches, he was standing there, a long sword in his right hand flaring blue and white fire, he looked at 9 with a pwerful gaze that spole volumes. He then replaced the sword back into an ebony and ivory sheath. He then made a motion for her to enter::
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 11:47 am
9 nodded to the man then looked to Matsuo. With out saying a word she started getting the unwanted plants out of the room
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