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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 10:34 am
A series of shocks indeed. The man had opted to catch her spike with his unarmored hand. She wasn't going to ask why, as a hit was a hit as far as the drain ability was concerned. Upon impact it would begin to sap away at the energy he had built up specifically for this purpose. His plan not yet coming to light in her mind.
Fingers laced. Why not, she mused. Keep him close. Though he would seem to have a similar idea. His free hand came snaking out, latching onto her waist and dragging the girl right up next to him. A new look touched upon the doll like face of Sokoya. A hint of surprise, of confusion. She'd been in many fights, and not one had resulted in such an act. Her smile....faltered.
Contact. Lips pressed against her own. His touch graceful, staggering in contrast to the ferocity that the pair had been exhibiting moments before. It hit her better than any punch could have managed. And for a moment, she would be stunned. Unable to act.
Two personalities collided. Two distinct interests and emotions. It was a warzone in the girl's head as her mind tried to process itself and the situation. Sokoya's desires pitted against Alter Sokoya's. Which one would win? Or would something grander be the result?
She kissed back, ruby optics sliding close.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 11:12 am
Alan would continue the kiss passionately fora few more moments, tilting her a bit more backwards before straightening her back up to a comfortable standing position.
Quietly, reluctantly, their lips would part from each other, and Alan's smiling face, his blue-grey eyes would gaze at Sokoya. The fingers would softly pull out of the lock and a bleeding hand would sift a few fingers through her platinum hair.
"You know you're too pretty to be all split up like that, Sokoya." Alan would say in a gentle voice.
A doll with strings were nothing more than puppets. Dolls without strings were the aspirations of little girls everywhere. Alan's actions quietly cut at the strings that had separated her two selves. He knew solutions would not be so simple, but where there was once a void of nothing between, something now had stirred. The foundation of a bridge between the two persons.
Of course, it was at great risk. Would the true Sokoya emerge for the moment, or would the meek or alter Sokoya's pull to the surface. There was a good chance he would be met with several spears in his ribcage if his gamble didn't pull off. Part of him had intended on leaving her right in this moment, to process. However, the arm around her waist wouldn't budge yet, as if part of him was unwilling to let go until he saw the results.
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:20 pm
For his efforts, the man might have gained a sore lip. Sokoya sort of got into the moment, and biting was involved. All the more fun. In due time, the pair would pull apart. Sokoya's eyes fluttering open once more to regard the male. If he was searching to see what personality was dominate, he'd have a hard time discerning. Her mind and body was flooded with emotions and thoughts. Chaotic.
Though, for his words the man was warranted some blushing. A touch of color to the girl's cheeks. Dipping her head some, she would stare at their feet, partially hiding her expressions from view. She knew well enough that he was trying to read her, and was doing her damnedest to avoid it.
On the bright side? There were no knew spikes being projected through his body. Always a good thing.
Still, who was dominate. The alter or the original? And which one was which? Impossible to tell now that that their fusion had been set in motion. The girl was doomed to a long road of rampant actions and emotions that put PMS to shame, and she had no other than Alan to blame. Oh well, couldn't be mad. He was so cute.
Glancing back up, she would lock eyes with the man. Searching, hoping to glean some sort of thoughts from them. "What now?" She asked, her voice hushed.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:07 pm
"Well, Uh..."
Alan's face flushed. He really hadn't fully thought out his actions. Like any other boy his age, he had been acting out of desire and impulse. He hadn't really thought about all of the fallout that would occur. However, his face would relax as he took a look at her confused expression.
"Well, let's not rush into things." Alan would say softly. "We've still got a tournament to win, right? We'll need everything we have from this point forward. I'm confident that together we can pull this off."
He would give her a reassuring smile. "And then after, we'll be free to pursue our own wishes."
Boy did it ever sound out of a cheesy anime love scene, but wasn't that the charm of it?
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:38 pm
"Well, Uh..."
What was this hesitation?
"Well, let's not rush into things."
Hesitation? Regret? What was it that was holding the man back. Puzzlement built up in the girl. Matters were made worse by her confused state. Misreadings were to ensue.
He wished to deny a relationship until they won the tournament, then? She disliked the terms, but there was little choice in the matter. You can't force someone to like you. Well....you can. It just wasn't Sokoya's style. The girl pulled away from Alan, separating their embrace somewhat harshly.
"So I win us this tournament, and then we get to be together? Then I'll kill every last opponent." Her words, starting off sweetly, delved into harsher and harsher tongue. The girl was getting worked up, frustrated and angry. "But you'll pay for making me wait." She finally added, locking eyes for one dreadfully long second.
Then it was over, and Sokoya was stalking off into the night once more. The wheels in her mind turning, churning out thoughts and ideas. She had to win, at whatever the cost. She didn't even know why she desired him so much, but that was the last thing on her mind.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:56 pm
Alan paused for a moment as he watched her walk away, then sighed.
"Whew, Al what trouble have you gotten yourself into now?" He would say to himself. Things were getting interesting indeed. He never meant to say he was holding the relationship till the tournament was over. He just didn't want the woman diving in blindly. He was sixteen! Not to mention this wasn't the only romantic encounter he hand stumbled upon in this tournament.
He would pause a moment, wiping his fingers up to his lip to investigate a pain there. Blood? Alan would quietly bring his lip in to suckle off the bleeding there and then shake his head with a smile.
"But man... what a kisser." He would praise her quietly before walking off to the Hotel himself. Maybe he'll find some way of making her feel better about things at when she decided to come back to rest.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 9:17 pm
walking through the park in a effort to get to the hotel, was a man decked in a kimono, his thin body was mad larger by the loose fitting clothes he wore. The man himself, such as he could be called, had a long guan dao in his hand, or rather claw. in his belt of gi pants tucked your regular katana. His feet were also exposed, but they were not human, covered in fine white fur, and claws. This man, or man like thing continued his path spying the two other park people, in some strange kiss, and..spikes...?
He looked up at them for a moment, underneath a large straw hat, his wolf like features showed his confusion, as he cocked his head to the side, as dog might do, he then smiled, and tipped his hat down further and continued walking. He decide to reach into his kimono with his free hand and veiw the roster for the tournament one name was underlined, Omi.
"I suppose I should find the proper lodgings but this park is so peaceful, I should like to rest a moment." he parked himself on a nearby bench and just watched people passing by.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 9:25 am
Weighing the hand-and-a-half sword in his sword-calloused grip, the Devil would flourish the gleaming blade at his side with a negligent flick of the wrist before spinning it behind him and back out, the leather-wrapped grip slipping between his finger-tips with the motion so he now beheld the blade in an underhanded grip. He was in the park of course, though well of the well beaten path. So in love with the sword he had forged for himself, he could not help but follow the desire to hold it in his hands once more and practice with the gleaming Death Throe.
Hefting it up and placing his other hand on the bottom of the hilt, it seemed as if the weapon writhed with life within his hands, as if it was always begging to be wielded as thus. Chest rising and falling with the appropriate motions of one who drew in a deep breath and released it, Roen once again relinquished the blade into a one-handed hold and flourished it at his side once again.
It was a horrible feeling to want to kill just for the sake of killing, but the Devil's lust for blood was demanding. He had to find battle! The anxiety was mounting.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 11:02 am
Jgen turned to his far left, in the distance, and it must have been far to sound as such, he could hear faint sounds of flicking, and air being cut. Doubtless, thought he, a swordsman practicing with his weapon, a task that was more than likely common place in a tournament of various people and creatures playing for the grand prize. a rather exorbitant amount of cash in this case.
Were he so inclined he might have ventured to see the swordsman and perhaps spar, but but thought better of it remembering the sort of people these things tend to attract, it would be....unwise.
He continued his people watching blissful for the moment at being in such a great forest location for a change.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 11:58 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart. Surrender your Mind to Starry Night. Now, even though she was thoroughly enjoying her new laptop, video games, and books in the comfort of her own room, "Faustina" did enjoy the outdoors! The "teenager" enjoyed the warmth of the sun's rays upon her face, the cool of a gentle breeze through her hair. Besides, such habits were healthy, and Faustina took the necessary measures to take care of her body.
It was thus that the half-devil child took to up a manga and ventured out into the outdoors. Today's journey brought her to the park, a nice little area where she could take up a seat upon one of the benches and enjoy the nature around her. She wore a purple jacket that was quite similar to the one she had back in Konoha--a very lucky find, in her opinion!--and some maroon shorts, slightly different from her usual apparel. Then again, she hadn't exactly figured out her stylistic "niche" yet, so variety was to be expected. She did, however, still adorn the reflective green shades and Skullcandy headphones she'd picked up from the souvenir shop, her tunes blasting merrily away through her head. On top of all this shone her gleaming hitai-ate, the Konoha symbol engraved within its otherwise smooth and shimmering surface, her long and unruly auburn hair hiding most of the black band that tied it about her head.
As she approached the park, she glanced up, hesitating at the figure she saw far off in the distance. A scowl grew upon her face, immediately recognizing the tell-tale tail that flicked by the figure's side, the very means by which he held himself all too telling of his arrogance and pride. Scoffing, Faustina turned and forcefully sat herself upon a nearby bench, snapping open her manga with such force it was a miracle the spine didn't split right then and there. She quickly absorbed herself within the comic--Volume 5 of Nana--with every intent to continue ignoring the Devil. After all...she was not about to let him ruin her day in the park!!!
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace, And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 6:01 pm
With his sense of adventure tingling, the Devil sheathed his blade and took off to a place that even he couldn't supposedly ignore.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 12:12 am
 For once, the lady sleeping in the tree woke up slowly. The mechanical arms went up and she started to rub her eyes before being followed by a yawn. It could be compared to some of the best sleep in months if anyone knew what places she visited. Time to deal with the locals, she thought. The woman adjusted herself to a sitting position on the branch. It was from there she started to climb down. A couple branches before reaching the ground, she slipped but caught herself quickly. She grumbled about how someone under her breath when she reached the ground and started to walk.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 11:05 am
reaching up scratching his chin wistfully, he looked around, as heard tree branches rustling and slight landing. He got up for a moment, " I suppose a little exploration is in order" he said turning walking down the path way.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:17 pm
It's amazing how quiet this place could be, the woman though, Even though there is a tournament going on... She was here for one reason only: To get some decent sleep. However, a rustle caught her attention and put the half-asleep woman on high alert. A blade started to form at the base of her mechanical wrist and jutted straight down. "Who is it?" she said; calmly, yet stern. She did not automatically attack but stayed on guard for anyone who might attack her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 8:03 pm
Staring blankly at the bush jigen heard the sound of a blade being drawn, or soemthing akin to it at least, when the voice asked who went he responded despite being a few paces away.
"I'm Jigen, wolf demon come to see a man named Omi, who might you be...?" he asked beneath his large straw conical hat. he too was also ready for an attack guan dao at the ready. " I mean you no harm." He added quickly in an attempt to defuse the situation.
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