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A shadow in a secluded corner of the room begins to swirl about itself gently, the swirls slowly becoming more intense untill it is a swirling and frothing vortex of darkness. Out of this dark vortex steps a man. A man no one had seen for ages. A man thought by all to be dead. But he was no ordinary man. He escaped from the very recesses of hell, and he was back with a heart filled with but one thought. Vengance. Vengance against those who left him for dead. Vengance against those who tried to kill him, and vengance against anyone who ever dared to touch his beloved laurie, even in her now twisted state, his practicle sister, arura, and his crazy little student, venom, like a daughter to him she was. This was his only purpose, and his hate against those who had acted against him was easy to feel. It seeped out of him and into the air like a mist, slowly creeping up and seeming to make the air around him heavier. He steps out boldly, knowing that those here may yet remember him, at least not personally. His mask covered his face as it always did, forming to it so perfectly as if it were his actual skin. The mask had the look of sheer determination clearly displayed acrost it, and the eyes...the eyes of the mask were black, hiding the black hourglass eyes behind them. Theese eyes that had seen more death in everything, everywhere, than one would wish to see in ones life. His ever faithfull katanas were srapped just right. One, Gogyou, the blade he himself forged, strapped to his right waist, the hilt glistening in the rooms light, the four black energy crystals in the hilt seeming to draw in the light hungrily. The other, Akujiki, the blade of the shinobis , handed down to him from the master shinobi himself, was strapped to his back, facing up, the hilt positioned just above the right shoulder, this blades hilt looking marvelous as the dragons sculpted in the gold filigary sparkles and makes the dragons seem to dance. The man is wearing what would seem to be simply a black ninja garb, but this garbs secrets were many, and only a few were known yet to those who encountered him. HIs arms were guantleted with mythral gauntlets, the color red, and out of the guantlets, facing away from him on his forearm, rested for sharpened and poisened kuinas. The poisen more potent than any he had ever before coated them with, and the guantlets magical. IF he were to take a kuina out, the guantlets replaced it with another of the exact properties of the one that previously took the place, poisen and all. The only h thing missing from his outfit was the traditional shinobi scarf. His tattered and torn red scarf that had always hung from his neck, which he gave to arura just before he went to sacrifice his life so his love could live. He planned on getting that back. He moved towards A bnch, his feet making the flapping of an owls wings sound like a lion roaring right in your aer. The shadows followed and clung to him, boiling and frothing at his feet like a molten river, covering his feet up to his upper shinns and giving him the appearance that he hovered rather than walked. Once he arived at the bench he turned around and eyed the crowd...good. Some here may know of him, but none here really "knew" him. He prefered it that way. His hands rested together in front of him, clasped together as he looked about. His demeanor calm and unworried, but behind it all, his purpose of vengance is clearly seen. And to help him enact that vengance, training. That was why he was here. Those who betrayed him would die.

((His mask is the kitsune mask, where as the rest of him, basicly, looks like this.))

-Reeve looks at him in the embodiment of fury-
Don't be so cocky. Do you think maybe, just maybe, he spared you? I've seen a lot of things, that I have, from having a girlfriend who gives "time of the month" a whole new meaning to death itself, and I have never seen someone as untrained as you who could compete with that.

-=Neko looked at Nyl, sadly for a moment, then calmly as he linked his thoughts directy to Nyl=-

~...He disobeyed my orders...He fought Life, and it's a miracle that he's not dead. He needs to learn his lesson~

((Nice post, Dodgen.))

Shiro hurt again as he was slammed yet again.

"Actually he did. Said something about how great I was. It was quite enjoyable, really."

(I have Neko's permission for this)

That most likely was not the response Neko was looking for, so he slammed Shiro into the wall again.

"Ow, that's really beginning to get annoying. Think of it this way, if I hadn't scared him off,or at least attracted his attention, he could have shot someone else,probably yourself for Nyl here. So in a way I saved you guys. At least show me some sort of thanks and let me out of this thing!"

Shiro thought for a second.

"Oh, and he said something about Death calling him. Which most likely meant he forsaw his Death if he were to continue fighting against myself...."

Neko slammed Shiro a third time for his vanity.

((Thanks amigo, now lets just hope to get a response, or mabye catch my new sensei (sp?) Fenris's eye >.<))

-cough-
~ Hey, sweetheart...talking to Neko in Nyl's room, that I am...~

~You're going to teach him a lesson by...never mind. I suppose it isn't my affair.~

She sighed again, then looked at Reeve. In the back of her mind she knew she must be better somehow, because things were comprehendable again. ((I do realize I probably made that word up. 's midnight-thirty. I'm allowed.))

~Reeve. Come here.~