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 Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:07 pm
*A palm rests itself on Jin's back.* "Hmph. It's about 9 years too early for you to be trying to defeat me." *With that, he fires a point-blank Seshirou right into Jin's back. Musashi was intending to finish the fight quickly, since using his Seshirou quickly drained him of his chi, and soon he would be forced to fight using only skill.*
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:16 pm
" Ah, Jin!!!!"
She starts to get scared and starts to worry about Jin.
She takes out her katana, and runs and attacks the man.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:22 pm
*Musashi smirks, and ducks, sliding back along the ground and going to the side of the girl. He takes hold of her wrists, and throws her over, slamming her onto Jin's back. He raises his hands, and a Seshirou forms.* "SESHIROU!" *he launches it into the girl's belly, sending both her and Jin across the room.* "Hmph, weapons and dirty fighting get you no where...And apparently you kids don't understand who I am."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:29 pm
Jin falls off the training mat, with Okina on him, and tumbles back a bit. Jin stands up, barely, almost tripping in the process. He surveys the enviorment slowly, and quickly looks at the mat, and where he is right now. He stares at the ground and begins un-doing his mask.
"...Hmph. Ring Out. The Martial Arts Master Wins..."
He takes off the mask and puts it in his pocket.
" Interesting match my good sir..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:31 pm
*He nods, and bows.* "You should pick your fights more wisely...and you should tell your girlfriend not to do things like that, it costed you the match..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:33 pm
She starts to feel stupid of what the Martial Artist says
" sry..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:35 pm
*He shakes his head.* "Well, don't feel bad. It's natural to want to protect people you care about." *He crosses his arms, and smirks.* "And try not to pull weapons on an unarmed opponent!" *He says, shaking his finger at her.*
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:37 pm
"ehehe sweatdrop I just got in the heat of the moment"
She scratches the back of her head.
" I still have to learn more. I just started doing those things."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:37 pm
Jin relaxes his muscles, and concentrates his chi to minimize them.
" She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend...and, well, she wasn't aware of my code of honor, either. It's alright that I lost this match...there wasn't much I would've been able to do to you anyways. Except for maybe one certain...move I have, but that would most likely put you in the hospital for who knows how long."
Jin quickly runs over to Okina,
" Are you okay Okina? You took a pretty powerful blast back there..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:41 pm
" Oh, um I am doing fine ^ ^ . 3nodding Alittle bruise here and there, but im fine. Please don't worry about me biggrin "
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 9:45 pm
A look of relief overcomes Jin.
" Whew...I thought you might've gotten hurt. You're tougher than you look you know. ^.^"
Jin smiles at her and scratches the back of his head. but quickly notices that his shirt is...well....gone! Jin's cheeks become rosey red.
" Er...I need a shirt."
His eyes shift around the room.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 7:48 pm
" Ah, um, you can use my jacket! I know its not much but it might help you."
She takes off her jacket and hands it to Jin.
" Um, you don't have to wear it or anything. I mean you might thinks it is weird hehe. Maybe I should stop talking now"
She starts to think
okina you are a total idiot!! he must think you are weird!
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 8:04 pm
Rika walked into an empty room of the Dojo feeling rather pissed. She haden't been able to find a quiet, empty place to practice all day. As she fumed inwarly she sparked on the outside.
She let out a sigh as she found a desolate, seemingly unused room of he old dojo. Happily Rika found her positions and took up her staff. She started with simple spins and twiss and doges, her movments graceful. Soon she added complexity to her steps and spins, adding attacks to her 'dance'.
Quickly she became mearly a blur as she and her staff moved through the moves proficiantly and effectivly.
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