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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:28 pm
Nekojiri ((-Taps his foot impatiently and stabs Shiro- ...<.< ...I wanna have a Youkai vs. Youkai fight! XD )) (( << if you really want to, now's the time to jump in.. either that or im going to have the poison reeve made work.. xp ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:31 pm
((Well, technically I'm stuck in an RP...But..It's in another realm...o.o; So, just flash forward, I guess..))
-=Neko walks towards the place he last saw Reeve, holding a small journal in his hand, his chakra muffled greatly. He swung open the door, looking down at the book, apparently unable to detect chakra signatures=-
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:34 pm
The youkai Sarya stared greedily down at Reeve and began to lower its gaws around his neck when the door opened. It glared over at Neko and growled before turning back to Reeve again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:35 pm
Keno could be seen off in the distance lightly jogging towards the dojo. He hadn't been there in a while, but he had little reason to. He didn't yet feel any intimacies for the place in general so came and went as he pleased. Nonetheless, as the dojo came in to view, he noticed the person he was looking for appeared to have arrived just before he did. That was lucky at least. He slowed to a walk as he approached the front porch and stopped behind Neko, a few feet back. "Neko. It's been a while. This may sound abrupt, but I must ask you one...maybe two questions."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:40 pm
-=Neko looked up, noting the beast on Reeve. He halfway-glanced at Keno, then flung the journal to him=-
Run!
-=As he flung the journal, his free hand shot up, along with his energy, as a torrent of ice-needles condensed and shot towards the Youkai, hoping to at least occupy it enough for Neko to get a gameplan=-
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:43 pm
It was probably obvious at this point that Keno hadn't noticed the youkai, but having a journal thrown at him and being told to run was usually an indication of danger. He didn't run off of course, but rather peaked in to see what the fuss was. He then took his normal place atop the roof and merely waited. There was no need to leave completely. He was always capable of leaving so long as he could move, so he just had to stay out of range.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:44 pm
Nekojiri -=Neko looked up, noting the beast on Reeve. He halfway-glanced at Keno, then flung the journal to him=- Run! -=As he flung the journal, his free hand shot up, along with his energy, as a torrent of ice-needles consdensed and shot towards the Youkai, hoping to at least occupy it enough for Neko to get a gameplan=- The youkai didn't move off of Reeve, instead it dug it's claws in deeper, almost to Reeve's bones as the ice needles shot into the youkais back, though not deeply. "Damn you! I've been waiting for forever to get rid of this garbage and you try to stop me now!? I'll kill you too!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:46 pm
(( you guys suck. I ditch for 5 minutes and get completely abandoned.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:47 pm
Reeve The Vagabond (( you guys suck. I ditch for 5 minutes and get completely abandoned.)) (( << you can still post.. ^^; though at the moment there isn't much you can do.. ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:47 pm
Sarya Rhion Nekojiri -=Neko looked up, noting the beast on Reeve. He halfway-glanced at Keno, then flung the journal to him=- Run! -=As he flung the journal, his free hand shot up, along with his energy, as a torrent of ice-needles consdensed and shot towards the Youkai, hoping to at least occupy it enough for Neko to get a gameplan=- The youkai didn't move off of Reeve, instead it dug it's claws in deeper, almost to Reeve's bones as the ice needles shot into the youkais back, though not deeply. "Damn you! I've been waiting for forever to get rid of this garbage and you try to stop me now!? I'll kill you too!"Haargh! -Reeve yells in pain as the claws dig in- Oh no you don't!
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:53 pm
-=Neko's eyes opened wide. It had a seperate conciousness, the same conciousness that drove his bloodlust. He lunged towards the beast, his muscles bending and bones cracking as he grew, transforming into a bestial Youkai, much like the one pinning Reeve down, only slightly lighter-furred, and larger. He swung his massive palm towards the back of Sarya's neck, hoping to latch on and throw her off of Reeve=-
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:58 pm
Nekojiri -=Neko's eyes opened wide. It had a seperate conciousness, the same conciousness that drove his bloodlust. He lunged towards the beast, his muscles bending and bones cracking as he grew, transforming into a bestial Youkai, much like the one pinning Reeve down, only slightly lighter-furred, and larger. He swung his massive palm towards the back of Sarya's neck, hoping to latch on and throw her off of Reeve=- The Sarya-youkai smiled as Neko latched on to its back. Neko's plan did work, but only half-way. The Sarya-youkai was thrown off of Reeve, though it only let go of Reeve when it had an opening to throw Reeve at Neko.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 3:00 pm
-=Neko, his claws dug into Sarya's skin just below her neck, braced himself, so Reeve wouldn't as much as throw him off balance as he attempted to lift Sarya into the air=-
You can't win!
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 3:01 pm
Keno was not deaf to the ruckus that was being made in beneath him. Though he tried to resist, his feline curiosity eventually triumphed, like it usually did. He slid down the roof and stuck his landing on the ground. He slid to the door quietly, and tried to peak in without drawing too much attention, pretty much not touching the door at all and hoping the opening was enough to show him something. What was with these people anyway? It was almost no different than being back at home, or at least where he called home.
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