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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 3:41 pm
 ((Yeah.... Page 17 just up and dissamapeared.
Furthermore... what is this about Flan and some other person being banned? And is this roleplay still progressing? Is this show still on the road? Can Kitsu ever stop asking questions? DID THAT FISH TASTE GOOD?!?!))
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 4:00 pm
The cat stretched, and mewled a little, opening up his eyes hazily, and protesting, "Mmmmmm... Huh? It can't be morning already..." He flopped over, and then stretched exactly as a cat might, rising to his feet and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes in a simply adorable manner.
"Oh - um - Henry, right?" He mumbled sleepily, and cocked his head. "Why'd you wake me up? It's nice and warm by the fire... I'm used to sleeping on the ground..."
As he woke up a little more, he quirked an ear. "Where's The tall scary guy going?" He asked, puzzledly, and pointed to Whistle, who was sweeping out of the door with limp boned grace.
Whistle was, indeed, slipping out for a bit. He needed to train a little, to move around and tire himself out. He had to get used to sleeping nights and staying up in the daytime - a reverse to his usual schedule. He saw the best at night, and he loved the way the night smelled different from the day; but he knew that the princess likely wouldn't share his preference, and that when the time came, they'd likely storm where ever she was being held in the day to accomodate all the people who were used to dwelling in the day.
He settled into a familliar stance, and started to work furiously. He was swifter than most, and he had a sense of grace to his movements. He angled in unpredictable ways, and threw his weight in a way that might be described as being close to a Drunken Fist style. So oblivious was he to his surroundings that even someone who was unskilled might sneak up on him and he might not even notice until they were close.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 4:24 pm
Serrenedy followed whistle to make sure he wasn't planning something, then watched him for a bit. She whistled once-loud and sharp as she saw him. "Oi, you fancy a sparing partner?" She asked calmly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 4:40 pm
Catching himself when he almost fell over from shock, he looked back, and smiled. So the girl wanted a spar? He'd do that... but maybe he'd take it easy. She was good - but had she had his training? He thought not.
"Alright. If that's what you want. I won't go easy on you though." He joked, smiling. He shifted into a more comfortable stance, and prepared himself for a leisurely spar; Surely, she couldn't be all that great.
Engaging his Anima, he took on a truely fearsome visage. His eyes gleamed in the low lighht, and his Hyena ears swiveled to catch the sound of her every breath, as he bared his sharp fangs in what was half a snarl, and half a mocking smile.
"Well - what are you waiting for?" He taunted, and made himself ready for her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 4:51 pm
Henry looked over his shoulder, just in time to see Whistle leave the room quietly. "I don't know, but he can take care of himself." He turned back to Davey, "As for you, you should be sleeping in a bed, not on the floor, it'll be more comfortable. If you want, I'll even give you a piggy-back ride up to your room!" He grinned, to show some enthusiasm. His +Anima uncloaked itself as his rabbit-like features appeared again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 7:57 pm
((Good morning, all!
As you may well know by now, Flan was banned for harassment. She gives her sincerest apologies to the girl she harassed, and she gave all her characters to me.
At once.
No, really. We were at play practice, and she turned to me and asked me if I had joined School of Dedicated Role Players yet, and I said no, and she said, 'well, join, then'. And then the day after I joined, she called me up, and asked me if I'd joined, and I said yes, and she said, 'right, then, I'm going to PM you a list of all the RP's I was in, please take over my characters'.
So anyway. Give me a day or two in which to figure out who I have to send PMs to, so I can talk about this, and then I'll make a post for this character. Please excuse my horrible bumbling, I'm not used to using other people's characters.
~Gwen))
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 2:48 pm
The small boy looked excited. "Really? A real bed? I haven't been in one of those for years!" He exclaimed, running up to the rabbit and clinging to him all cute-like. "A bed is even better than a fire!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 7:31 pm
Henry chuckled at how adorable the young cat boy was being. He carried him up the stairs and waltzed into their bedroom for the night and tried to playfully throw him onto the bed. However, he was somewhat successful, Davey landed on the bed, but Henry fell onto his back on the floor. "I guess I overestimated my strength." He stood up and brushed himself off, "Don't expect me to do that every night..." He added.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 11:08 am
(( Yeah...
Can someone give MC a kick up the a**? I can't post until he gets back here; Pippa's stuck upstairs with Ryu >.>
Hello Gwen, by the way! ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 1:39 pm
She took a deep breath and focused her Zanshin. She became very still and watched him for the slight morion that would give away where he moved. Funnily enough-the one she fought for caused her to get worried and angry, caused her to lash out. Without Sally, she was almost dangerous. She moved to the ready position and unsheathed her wings and talons.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 12:34 pm
Davey dove off of the bed and under the opposite one, giggling his little head off. "Betcha' can't catch me!" He said, and wiggled his tail. After his cat-nap, he was energetic.
Whistle hadn't trained since he was seven so that he could make it easy for her. He rushed in, swinging the completely opposite way that his muscles had moved as he pivoted on the ball of a foot and kicked at her head, the leg that still had contact with the ground slightly bent so that if she treid to grab him he could spring out of reach.
Now that the match was underway, he was silent. He wasn't one to taunt his opponent. Let them think he was indifferent - he didn't need to yell at them. No amount of sound would make the blows he would land any sharper.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:12 pm
She jerked backwards, almost waist length and then jumped into a small cartwheel. Her foot should have connected. She completed her cartwheel without cheeking and swung her leg up, then down
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:01 pm
"But Davey," He sighed, "It's time for bed, not to fool around." Henry whined as he tried to chase after the young boy. "You need rest so we can continue with our mission!" He crawled under the bed, his ears folding back as they were too big to be kept upwards.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 2:35 pm
Whistle used the momentum of her blow to do a backspring and avoid her next two attacks. He skidded in the freshly falling snow, and started to laugh, picking up a handful and throwing it at her.
All of a sudden, it seemed that fighting her was ridiculous, no matter if it wasn't real or not. Something about the snow made him feel kiddish - like he was home again. He'd never really been a child, but it seemed to him that this was what boys his age were supposed to do.
He let his Anima slip away, and just continued to laugh, a genuinely joyful look on his face. "I'm sorry - the feeling just isn't there..." He said, in halting English.Davey crawled out of the small space rather shame-facedly. "You don't want to play?" He asked, looking sad, but accepting. "I'm sorry - I know you're tired." He said, and went to lay on the bed that he'd been dumped on in the first place. Curling up, and looking unhappy, he watched Henry, to see what he would do next. If he wasn't going to sleep , then he was going to keep watch. He would nap, but he never slept - too many things that could hurt him or his kittens.
Suddenly, he bolted upright. "Oh my... my kittens! Where arte the kittens?" He said, looking near tears. He hadn't seen them since he'd let Whistle pick them up - after that, he'd been pre-occupied with the girls.(( Sorry I didn't reply sooner - I just needed some time. Things have been hectic - holiday shop stuff, oi....))
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 12:02 pm
(( *kicks the thread* Everybody left! Boooooo!))
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