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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 4:38 pm
*Dark kaiori gets out and walks to Bc*
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 4:42 pm
::Lurking in the shadows of the forest he spied Kaiori, and slowly followed her keeping a bit of a distance, to mask his aura from her::
to the BC eh... sounds like fun...
::he smirked as he followed her , katana in hand::
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 5:24 pm
*running in he stops at a certain point,looks around and sniffs the air*
this way
*he runs to the left*
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 5:31 pm
*coming to a clearing he stops*
its here....
*turning around he sees a floating mass of dark energy*
dear god......
*the energy flew into him and his hair and eyes turned from dark blue ((yeah thats right TJ i said dark blue xp )) to pure black and his voice merged with another*
we're back...
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 5:49 pm
::Light Kenji dumped Dark Kenji in the forest shaking his head::
Idiot... keep away from them...
::Light Kenji left for the BC, and Dark Kenji woke up a few seconds later::
a*****e... hmm guess the forest will do for my new home...
::shrugging he jumped into a tall tree that could see most of the forest::
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 10:25 am
~Walks up to a little stream and lays down next to it~
Ahh..it feels good to take a break.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 12:56 pm
I wonder what goign to happen when 9-LIves find out about the orb going into Krono Zero will she kill him what will she do
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 5:00 pm
Spin walks into the forest curuios about what is inside it. He scales a tree and looks around cautiosly. He jumps from tree to tree silently and finds one a large hallow oak to make his home. He empties all of the moss and sludge inside and puts leaves on the bottom to make his bed. Then Spin slides inside the oak and falls into a sleepless slumber with one eye cracked and pointed towards the opening of the oak to make sure he is no suprised by an intruder.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 5:07 pm
(walks threw the forest trying to spot something to kill when she gets the hint of someone in the air) mmmm, sport ( she follows thscent and arives at huge tree and knocks) come out and die....
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 5:46 pm
Mistress Viper (walks threw the forest trying to spot something to kill when she gets the hint of someone in the air) mmmm, sport ( she follows thscent and arives at huge tree and knocks) come out and die.... ::wakes up and hears a vioce:: he readies his katana and knifes and jumps out of the tree on to a branch above and blends in with the darkness::
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 8:28 pm
::comes back from BC::
::goes to the deepest darkest part of the forest and starts to build.After about an hour he steps back and admires his work::
home sweet home
::Spin sets up traps to surrond his hand made hut and steps inside his hut. He sits in the darkest corner of the hut and falls asleep::
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 10:38 pm
earthwaker walks into the forest and jumps up onto the brances and falls asleep
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2004 2:58 pm
::Spin slowly opens one eye::
........::he gets up and leaves his hut and runs to the nearest exit of the forest::
ahhh... another beautiful day
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2004 8:11 pm
*There is constant sound in the forest, as the heavy rain drops to the ground and thud loudly. Deep in the forest, an area dense with trees stood TJ, fully clad in his black, angelic armor. His hair had returned to it's shining white color, his eyes, though they had returned to their endless blue, were covered by the wet hair plastered over them. Souunga, on his right hip, was resheathed. The only other item visible in TJ's possession right now was a headband in his right hand, it looked like it would cover a person's eyes easily if it was put on. Around TJ lay eight more swords and Rel's lance in a circle pattern only a few feet from him. Both soul reavers, Fuenken, Fuuraiken, Exudisn't sword, Shapeshifter, necromancer, the holy lance, and Ever Knight's great sword lay silent and still as TJ did. Slowly TJ tilts his head back, nothing but a void and blank expression on his lips. He quietly whispers to himself and the sky*
With these trees, the rain, and the sky watching.... may they bare witness to fall of my will and my submission to fate and truth....
*Slowly he lowers his head. His right hand brings up the blind fold, and his left hand grags it as well. Slowly and caustiously he slips the band onto his head and pulls it down over his eyes. Minutes of nothing pass in the thunder storm. Lightning, thunder, and rain continued to ravage the forest as several hours passed. Then, to with a howl to break through even the loudest thunder, TJ throws his head back and lets out a scream of which the emotion could not be determined. He kept up the single, pierce, blood churdling scream as long as he could. As he did, all nine weapons around him bolt up from the ground and circle rapidly around TJ as they floated. TJ's scream still continuing, the weapons spread out and before long, all of the forest within a one mile radius of TJ is cut, burned, disentegrated, destroyed, and mutilated by the weapons. Finally, after 15 full minutes the scream came to an end and the weapons returned menacingly and slowly circling around TJ in defiance of gravity. As TJ lowered his head once more, there is no sign of anything that had occurred written on his body or face. He just stood there. After a few more minutes, his four, black, angelic wings sprout through the armor. The six, metal, parallel wings that were on the armor suddenly lose form and turn into a "liquid metal." The metal covers each of TJ's four wings and when everything is done, all of TJ's wings were covered in same hard, yet versatile armore that the rest of his body was clad in. The top two wings fold over the top of TJ's shoulders and their edges touch as the long wings form a sort of cloak over TJ's front, upper back, and shoulders. The two lower wings fold around TJ's sides and cross over eachother behind the upper wing pair which had folded over TJ's front. Now TJ's back, front, both sides, and shoulders were completely shielded. After this is all done TJ looks up once more and faces straight forward, the 9 weapons still dancing around in circle by him*
....Forge....
*Slowly and without the use of his wings, TJ slowly floats toward the sky with his swords following around him. As TJ passed the tree tops he simply faded from view*
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2004 11:54 am
Blood...Blood and Fire. A burning blade. The cries of the innocent ring out as a figure emerges from the flames wielding a fiery sword. His eyes were as crimson as the blood that stained his weapon. However, his face was concealed beneath a hood. The hood of a cloak. A black cloak, blacker then the darkness of night. As he moved, fire was all that was left in his wake. Destruction. Death. Chaos. All rang out in a harmony that not even the bravest of warriors could break. Those who stood before the hooded warrior fell to his swift wrath. A slash from his blade. More screams. A hauntingly cruel laugh that echoed in the emptiness of it all. And then....Nothing. All that had been was now gone. All except for the hooded warrior. Two pale hands went to the sides of the hood and slowly brought it down. A long, black, mane of hair fell and covered the man's neck. It was just as the cloak. Blacker then the darkness of night. The man looked up and his face could be seen. The man was Irvine Gray....
Irvine awoke with a start. Cold sweat poured down the sides of his face as he sat on the hard, rough, earthen floor of the cave he now occupied. He had chose to leave the Black Company for the sole purpose to find himself. After his death and ressurection, he had felt a piece of him missing. He had thought it was his mother's cross. Though when he retrieved it, there had still been an emptiness in his heart. So he left for his fathers. When he had met his father, he said he did not know this man who stood before him. Irvine had thought it was his new physical features, his black hair and scars though that wasn't it. His father said that the man who stood before him was not his son for his son did not kill without cause or reason. And ever since then, Irvine had been haunted by this dream. The dream of the utter annihilation of all he crossed pathes with. It sickened him. It sickened him so much that Irvine turned his head and vomitted all over the floor. He wiped whatever slop was left on his lip with his hand and shook his head.
"Why is this happening to me...?"
He let out a deep sigh and then grunted as he got up. For the past week and a half he'd been gone, the dream returned to him and each morning he would vomit whatever he had eaten the night before. Irvine hadn't eaten for the past 3 days. Most of his vomit nowadays was blood, but this didn't concern Irvine too much. He walked over to the cave enterance. Irvine had chosen a superb getaway. Deep within the forest ran a stream. Follow the stream and there is a waterfall. Behind the waterfall is a small cave. And this was where Irvine had chosen to live. Hurricane was the one who had actually found the place. He was sure his steed was alright though because he saw him occasionally come to the stream to drink. Irvine placed his cupped hands under the running waterfall and brought them close to his face and drank it all up, slurping it noisily. When he was done he closed his eyes and plunged his head under the water. His long wet hair now draped all down his face, but he didn't care. He felt refreshed for once. He stuck his head back into the cave and shook it around, drying his hair. Then he leaned his back up against the cave wall. He let out a deep sign and slid down the wall until he was sitting down. He gazed at the waterfall, his silver eyes gleaming as if he were in a trance.
"Who am I? Am I truly the man known as Irvine Gray? No....No....How can I be? That man was killed. So who am I?"
Irvine went over this routine daily. Constantly asking himself questions, and then hoping he would get an answer. He never did. He had a feeling he never would. Requiem hung around his neck and he grasped the silver cross. It gleamed brilliantly as Irvine held it. He smiled. The cross always seemed to confort him. It was his mother's parting gift to him and he would never let it out of his sight or grasp. The wounds he had received at Mastema's were now fully healed and had become proper scars. Nowadays, whenever the sound of battle rang, he did not join in. He did not fight the forces of evil. He no longer challenged Xol and Mastema. His spirit had finally broken. The fire in his eyes were dimmed. It seemed Mastema had been correct. His spirit would break. Now all Irvine did was sit alone in his cave and wait for death. To him, however, that was all he could do.
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