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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 12:55 pm
Haruko laughs a little, "Maybe you're right... hmm I had best be off, Neko-chan. There's something I'm making, perhaps I'll show you some time... hmm in this program you watch did you see the bellflower flag of Mitsuhide? well... the entire Saito clan used it, but Mitsuhide rode against Nobunaga flying it."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 12:58 pm
"Haven't seen it in years, so I couldn't tell you. Didn't even see all the episodes." Neko said with a half smile. "I'd like to see what you're making. If you ever need me, stop by The Demonic Ties: Bar for the Damned. I'm usually there."
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Black Cat Godess Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:04 pm
Haruko nods, "well, you know where to find me... I still inhabit tha copse in the park" He begins to wander off.
((I'm off. See yah))
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:05 pm
"Sayonara, Saito-san." She said with a slight bow and a wave. She wandered off in a different direction, wondering what she should do now.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:05 pm
The wind blown debris swirls around a darkened corner of a building. Instead of swirling in a convection current it falls slowly as if the wind has no more effect upon it. Farsite spreading his wake of calmness around himself walks leisurely out from the shadows and down the middle of the street, unconcerned by the passing cars.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:08 pm
Neko continued to walk on, looking up at the forever cloud-fileld sky. It was dark gray and black, making the night even darker. She sighed as it started to rain again and she was soon completely drenched.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:11 pm
-he walked out into the night, after haveing killed the hunter, he had ben absent minded as of late-
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:13 pm
Farsite hums softly as the lights of passing cars play across his features. The resonance building from the lower pitches starts to rattle the windows of the nearby structures. The rain recently starting for some reason touches not a single place on Farsite as he hunts for the source of mental energy.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:22 pm
Humming all the wile Farsite starts to tap his heal every third step. At every sharp metallic click against the road the ground's image shivers as if intense heat is rising from off its surface. The small cracks and imperfections along the road beguine to fill in and fuse, the windows as well stop their counter resonance and instead it's now the road vibrating with both the humming and clicking issuing from Farsite.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:26 pm
-as he walks, he goes through the mental immages and memmories he took from the hunter before his demise, almost walking into a few poeple as he stops paying attention to the street-
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:32 pm
Farsite catches sight of a recklessly introspective individual. Though instead of interrupting him Farsite slows his pace to match and ceases his constructive play wile walking still down the middle of the road, much to the frustration of a few impolite drivers.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:36 pm
-he stops at a corner, leaning against a lamp post, he composes his thoughts and closes his eyes for a second, his Psyonic energy fluxing, he maintains his composure and looks around his surroundings-
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:42 pm
-the honking of horns and screaming of a few drivers catches his attention, he looks up and notices a man standing in the street, his eyes flicker a soft blue as he looks at the man-
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:50 pm
Farsite terns to meet the man's gaze of blue with one of his own. Farsite bows "greetings" he says in a normal level deep voice that somehow reaches across the noise polluted space unmolested. The honking continues a moment longer until Farsite makes eye contact with everyone involved with disrespect. The people practically melt under his gaze, some looking as if they wish they could. The silence is almost as loud as their undulations of frustration and they just stair dumb as the engines are shut off for them. "perhaps now we can converse?"
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