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 Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 5:14 pm
(☢) マ コ / こまる (☢)  | Name - Makoto Kusanagi / Komaru Kusanagi| Race - Human | Partner - Eachother | Class - Meister / Weapon ]◎▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒◎[
U-um... Sure!
U-um... Sure!
The two said in unison, as they both left. Makoto and Naegi looked to eachother side by side, as they were already invited to a party. So.... We just got invited to a party.... Wait, did she say Death Mansion!? Makoto asked, as he remembered how famous the area was. The two shrugged as they went on wihh them. In all honesty, what's the worse that could happen?
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 1:16 am
◉ Samuel Oliviera ◉  ◒ Current Mood: Happy ◒ ◒ Current Rhythm: The Rhythm of the City ◒ ◑═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═◐
The gentle murmur of people wandering the streets of Death City provided an interesting symphony for the young man traveling down a long stretch of road. Various shops and businesses lined the street, proving to Samuel how alive and thriving the city truly was. It astonished him to see the diversity of the city, especially considering how the city once was many years ago from what his mother had told of him. Humans, witches, and demons alike conversing with one another and living in harmony. Seeing such peace made the young Brazilian feel happy inside, as the rhythm of the city around him was in a joyous harmony. Even the sun above him seemed to be happy about the city below; its usual creepy smile replaced with a toothy, equally creepy grin.
Samuel, as he walked along, enjoyed the feeling of the cobblestone sidewalk beneath his bare feet. The shift between warm and cool stones felt delightful, but nothing could compare with the feeling of grass or sand. He then began to wonder if there was a park nearby that he could relax and stretch his legs. "Perhaps a little change of scenery is in order?" he thought, glancing up at the rooftops of the buildings around him. With a warm smile, he found a building with an easy path up and began to climb. Within a few short moments, the young man found himself standing above the street below. The warm stone and tile beneath his feet were a stark contrast from the cobblestones of the street, as they felt much hotter to the touch. Positioning himself near the edge of the roof, he began to look around the city. Much to his disappointment, all he could see around him were more rooftops, which seemed to get higher and higher the closer they got to the heart of the city. With a gentle sigh, Samuel crouched down at the edge of the roof he stood upon and sat down, letting his tired feet dangle over the street below.
◑═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═◐ ◓ Why fight when you can dance, amigo? ◓
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 9:48 pm
 〖Viden Sethlans〗
-Handyman-
Almost... At... The mark... "Gyah! W... Water bottle, silver!" Viden stopped and hunched over, catching his breath. Finally... Twenty miles... Goddamn that took the wind out of him... Used to be able to do fifty, easy, not a broken sweat. s**t... Was Viden getting old, or weak? Neither aspect looked nice to him, honestly. He popped the cap off the bottle so fast it flew off, and quickly chugged it over his head. He drank it so fast, the bottle folded in. Once done, he dropped his arm and wiped the sweat off his brow. "Damn... Towel, silver..." The little bot extended a small towel and Viden started patting himself off. He felt himself going a little slower every year, and little less further as well. That really demoralized him, even if he didn't want to admit it. Looking up at the sky, catching his breath further, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Feet...? Viden swabbed a little more sweat that was quickly replaced, then gave the towel back to his small silver round bot before he yelled out quickly. "Hey, I don't care if you're a student or something, don't be hanging on the rooftops, you're gonna get hurt!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 11:21 pm
◉ Samuel Oliviera ◉ ◒ Current Mood: Happy ◒ ◒ Current Rhythm: Rhythm of the City ◒ ◑═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═◐
With a gentle sigh, Samuel leaned back onto the shingled roof of the building he was relaxing on, taking in the rays from the sun above. The gentle chatter of the streets below were becoming a sort of white noise for the silver-haired man, reminding him of his favorite napping locations back home. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, the sound of gasping and wheezing came from beneath him. It disrupted the gentle noise of the chatter, but he supposed that a nap at that particular moment would only lead to a sunburn. His eye then fluttered open at the sound of the man calling out to him. The young Brazilian then sat up, leaning over the edge of the building in order to see the source of the voice. Below him, a man no older looking than his own father stood alongside an odd sphere.
"Oh? Oh! Excuse me, Senhor," Samuel called back down. Following the same path he used to climb up, he quickly descended the building and landed near where the man stood. The feeling of the cool stone beneath his bare feet felt marvelous, but the landing made his aching feet throb slightly. From observing the man's clothing and sweaty brow, he must have been running through the streets. "Apologies, Senhor. I was trying to find my way around this beautiful city and decided to take a moment to rest my feet. I've been walking around for some time now," Samuel said in a friendly tone, flashing the gentleman a friendly smile.
"Speaking of... You have been running, haven't you, Senhor? I'm only asking because your breathing rhythm is all over the place. You've been breathing inconsistently, no?" Samuel then asked, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets.
◑═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═◐ ◓ Why fight when you can dance, amigo? ◓
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 4:34 am
〖Viden Sethlans〗
-Handyman-
"Don't care if you were tired, dummy." Viden continued, between bad breaths. "If you rolled off someone would have to clean up your south american hide. You're tired, you find a place to stay... Simple as that." The man hunched over suddenly, still attempting to catch his breath after his badly timed lecture. "And... Yeah... I've been running...." Viden put his hand out to Sam, asking for a moment, and once he recovered, he leaned back up. He got another towel from the silver round next to him. "So you new to this city or something?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 9:21 pm
◉ Samuel Oliviera ◉ ◒ Current Mood: Happy ◒ ◒ Current Rhythm: Rhythm of the City, Rhythm of Breathing ◒ ◑═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═◐
Despite the outward rudeness of the man, Samuel continued to shine the man a kind smile. He was sure that the man's intentions behind scolding him were noble at best. It would be unfortunate if he were to slip and fall, especially considering how his mother had already left for her next tour location. He would be all alone in a hospital and leaving his poor mother to worry. Just as he was about to reply, he noticed the man hold his hand up to cut him off. The man was hunched over, attempting to collect his breath and dabbing the sweat off of him with towels given to him by the odd, spherical machine. The little machination interested the young Brazilian and he wondered if the man had built it. He seemed like a man who knew his way around a toolbox.
"Yes, Senhor. My mother was on a lecture tour and Death City was one of her stops. I heard about the school of meisters and weapons, so I tagged along. I figured that I could hang around while she went ahead with the rest of her tour," Samuel replied kindly. "But as you can probably tell, Senhor, I haven't the faintest idea of where to go... I'm Samuel, by the way. Samuel Oliviera."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 9:21 am
〖Viden Sethlans〗
-Handyman-
Viden patted down the back of his neck with his towel, listening to Sam. He gave the towel back to the silver round, but kept his hand behind his neck. Another new kid to the city. He couldn't count how many times he saw someone come to get their dreams crushed. Viden didn't think the kid wasn't made for it, but he thought the same about others, too... The school did them a favor for that. Wished his own were crushed a little earlier. "Sam, huh...? Name's Viden. I'm done running for now, so I could show you around if you need me to. What are you looking for?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 8:08 pm
◉ Samuel Oliviera ◉ ◒ Current Mood: Happy ◒ ◒ Current Rhythm: Rhythm of the City ◒ ◑═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═◐
At the news of having someone show him around town, Samuel became very excited and did what he could to contain it. Although he had just met the man, he could feel that he was trustworthy at heart. The young Brazilian was an excellent judge of character, and the rough-and-tumble man before him with this little, round automaton were were of no harm to him. Widening his friendly smile, he pulled his hands from his jacket pockets and clapped his hands together. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Senhor Viden," Samuel replied cordially. "And you will show me around the city? I am flattered by your offer, Senhor." Taking a moment to look down both ways of the street, Samuel pondered where he would like to go first. He then remembered that he had wanted to go to a park or anywhere with soft ground, but at the same time, he would also like to see the sights of Death City.
"Erm... Could you show me some of the highlights of the city. Senhor Viden? I honestly don't know where to begin..." Samuel asked timidly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 3:38 am
〖Viden Sethlans〗
-Handyman-
Viden contemplated on what to take the young man to first. "Highlights, eh?" Take him to the school, death mansion maybe, maybe a good food joint, but it was ultimately it was up to Sam. "Well, I could say the whole city is a highlight. You hungry, want to take in some nature, or do you want to know where all the school facilities are?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 10:39 pm
◉ Samuel Oliviera ◉ ◒ Current Mood: Excited ◒ ◒ Current Rhythm: Rhythm of the City ◒ ◑═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═◐
Samuel listened closely as Viden listed the options of where he could take him. He supposed the man had a point when he mentioned that the city itself was a highlight, as everything he had seen seemed exciting. First and foremost, he wanted to find somewhere to rest for a moment, as he had been on his feel all day. The mention of being hungry also struck an interest in the Brazilian. He hadn't had the opportunity to eat since he had awoken that morning and finally checked out of the hotel he and his mother had stayed before she left. Now that he thought about it, lunch did sound pretty good. "Well... I could eat right now, so maybe we can get some lunch somewhere. Then maybe you could show me to a park or something?" he asked happily.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 11:05 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 7:02 pm
(Here ya go~ You're going to have to make the first move though.) After lunch Illo felt like a walk. It went without saying that the whole of Death City was a bit dirty, feeling the dandruff of bustle building up in subtle layers, a portrait of the great Lord Death made by paintbrush footprints; but at least the halls of the school were clean. They had been ever since Illo'd popped in from the other side of the ether to come work there and in so doing, in theory, attain that which was held most high to his people: the Truth.
He was thinking about this always, but just a couple days ago it was made painfully clear to him that he should perhaps never have come to the monastery, and more biting was the implication made by the Headmaster that his twenty years' training and the trials of Shibusen's work were all for naught. He had to give up, for none had faith in him anymore. So, when he heard Kara talking about giving up because she was a "have-not"--indeed could never be a "have"--it stirred something in the monk that he hadn't felt in a long time.
It was the strangest mix of disappointment and frustration. Illo knew this feeling when he first started at the monastery too well. For over a year he wasn't able to so much as land a blow on any of his "brothers," those who were see as equals immediately upon initiation and accessories later when he came into his own as a fighter and was ready to pursuit the refined quarry of the mind. He was so close to quitting so many times. The monks had named him "Illo" for the small scale of his soul, but he pressed on until he defeated them, only to realise the hard way when they ejected him that he'd also defeated himself. This rejection of optimism, it lived everywhere: in Kara, in the school, in the mountains where boulders fell. As it breathed dust flew and clung to his feet.
He passed over a bench, where he saw a girl, someone he fear would hold such apathy, and sighed. She might have recognised him from the stories around school about the robed janitor who's strength was unmatched, but, then again, she might not.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 10:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 10:38 am
(Haha, no problem. You're not the only one who needs some excitement after all.) Illo turned slowly, brushing the frown from his face to look at this girl with softer eyes. Speaking of which, she appeared to have only one in working order. That was a bit unusual--ah, but who was he to judge? He had three of them! Not now, of course, but there was a time when people would mistake him for a kishin solely on that connection alone.
"Yes, I'm Illo," he said giving a quick bow. "... Oh, I'm fine." Clearly he was lying, but he wouldn't want to bother her with his baggage at the moment--or ever if he could help it. Instead he would reflect the emphasis onto her. "Are you a new student?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 5:26 pm
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