" i would more t-t-than delighted t-t-to be your partner and p-p-plus mort seems to like you " he said nervously with a friendly smile.
Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 7:39 pm
mcsakod
Skylar Cross
"awesome, thank you! And yay Mort likes me" she said feeling less nervous. The waiter came back with the bill and Skylar fished out her wallet from her backpack and paid for her meal. "you have enough?" she asked Sako before puttin her wallet away
" yeah here's 10$ " he said handing over his money for the bill.
Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 6:21 pm
mcsakod
Skylar Cross
"thanks" she said taking the money and adding it to the bill. She double checked the amount and handed Sako a dollar back. She put some tip money on the table and looked up to Sako. "shall we leave"
Illo blinked a couple times for a couple reasons: how did this woman know he was a monk--that thought was swept away by the second blink which brought the question of what a witch-weapon could be. He calmed himself, resolving to find out, and smiled nodding an ok at the girl.
"You will forgive me I hope," the monk started as he pulled up a chair next to the mysterious girl, "but I haven't seen very many witches in my time away from the monastery, and no witch-weapons at all..." He almost lost himself in stories of his adventures.
"I am Illo, 25th Iron Phoenix." He hand out a hand for Amatha to shake and smiled warmly.
Phoenix Mode: Off
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 11:05 pm
~Weapon Form Image:
Amatha Uriel The Witch Weapon
Amatha Gave off a small, innocent smile and it was innocent. Just by telling his movements and his face that he was questioning to himself." You are forgiven, and I'm guessing or wondering how I knew you were a monk. Well its quite simple, Your cloak and Your Facial Expressions. That Gives away that you are a monk. Well enough talk about that." She then stopped for a moment so he could speak." Well I guess you should be honor to meet a witch weapon for the first time, Well nice to meet you Illo, I'm Amatha Uriel." Shakes his hand before ordering another drink for herself.
Abilities: (Up to 8 ) + Transformation Magic: Since she is part which she can't transform into her weapon form naturally like some users. She has to use Magic to turn into her weapon form and it allows her to use magic even in her weapon form.
+ Summon of the Three Weapon Bards: They are bards which are people who play music in their weapon form. There music can effect someone either with burning them, Poisioning them or making them fall asleep. - Sleeping Bard Alice: With her weapon out of her she can make anyone fall asleep for a good amount of time (and theres a 50 % chance the move will not work on the person)[7 posts]
- Burning Bard Blake: He may look all calm and nice and naturey but he will put who into a blaze for awhile.[3 posts]
- Posion Bard Ultha: his sweet saddening smile brings you to a relax moment but with one sound of his weapon form flute will posion you dear heart [ last 5 posts]
+ Next Level Witches Circle[Soul resonance move with Miester] Next Level is a move where the mister and weapon to soul resonance together and instead of creating a new weapon of herself. Her weapon for disappears and a witches circle gets created around her mister and with three different commands he/or she can hit actual types of magic at the enemie. Fire, Lighting, or Earth.[which throws giant rocks at]
+ Up Grade Witches Circle[Soul resonance move byself] Just being herself can make her go into soul resonance with no mister, but this time it the witches circle surrounds the enemy and does the three types of magic, fire, lighting or earth.
+ Metal Reaper Weapon and Armor Form: -Weapon: Just being the weapon itself, well she can advance herself to changed her weapon form into a beast but only 1 though.
- Armor: She can changed into armor for her mister but it doesn't go on the mister it floats above the mister. and it protects the mister for[6 posts]
A telepath?? ... No. No, I suppose it is a little obvious.
Illo
Illo stratched the back of his head embarrassed. He looked at his robe sleeve for just a second and the then to the boy bringing his tea.
"I suppose both of us are unique," he began over the top of his mug. "There can only be one Iron Phoenix, as I'm sure you know--"he didn't know, but he thought he'd be casual--"and there is only one of you." He set his mug down. A question struck him.
"You know what a monk does, but I'm afraid I don't know what a witch does, or a witch-weapon for that matter." He wished at this moment that his soul perception was in working order so that he might get an idea of what such a unique soul might look like, but he supposed he couldn't really tell how much different it was in the end; all the other souls seeming so different, even the meister ones, from those of his brothers back at the monastery.
Phoenix Mode: Off
Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 5:01 am
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Gregor enters the diner, any ordinary person could easily tell that this man was starving due to him clutching his roaring stomach as he creeps towards the nearest empty table. He successfully stumbles upon one beside a witch and a hooded figure. Gregor was too hungry to care and simply raised his hand, to catch the attention of any nearby waiters, this coupled with his repeated and loud roaring stomach, made it impossible for him go unnoticed
"...And that was how I found myself at Shibusen." Illo had just wrapped up his somewhat short story of how he'd came to be the janitor of the DWMA when a man looking worse of than himself lurched in to the Diner.
"Here, brother," he said in a priestly way, "take this bread." He smiled at the man a most reassuring smile than could not be faked with the most advanced plastic surgery. It was good that the place had the custom of offering bread gratis while orders were being prepared.
"What has happened to you?" Asked the Monk taking a break from his tales of demons and enlightenment to focus on something that was so hard-wired into him that it really needed to focus; his duties as a monk, ambassador to the grace of God, were resolving all the intrigues of the past couple years, condensing them into a sweet little cube, and finally throwing them into a hot cup of forgetfulness.
"If you wouldn't mind, Miss Amatha, our friend here might like some company," he said looking back to the Uriel.
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