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 Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:00 pm
"GODS!"
Gueneveve raised a golden eyebrow as the rumble of Omi Barsait's voice pierced the park's thickets. While she was used to both feeling and hearing sound waves from blindness, the reverberation of his struck her as peculiar...
She wandered over to investigate.
The soft glow of her lantern brightened her path, in light and in happiness.
Light on her feet, the grass parted under her feet with a complacent sigh, hugged her soft bare feet, and lifted her off into each succeeding step as she approached the training group.
Her eyes glowed, porcelaneous, returning the warmth emitted by her lantern.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:02 pm
It was odd, in the least. Not often did you see a woman carrying a lantern wandering about on an island which was full of strange and dangerous combatants. For that matter, it also wasn't very often that you seen an angel dressed in a silver Nike hoodie following the woman about. Rather, he wasn't really following her, but he'd been nearby when his own special capabilities allowed him to detect her, and so, he made a move to find out what was going on if anything at all was going on. He'd also heard things going on with training and what-not, but to the silver-haired angel, he didn't even bother to find out about it.
Musically, calm and gentle like the lapsing of ocean waves against a rocky out-cropping, Striker's voice rang out to appeal to the woman's ears. "Excuse me, miss? Might I inquire about why you're out walking by yourself in a dangerous place such as this at night? Things could happen with some of the competitors and what-not." The deep silver pools glanced upwards from the ground to look at the woman, taking in what he could. He refused to reach out with his mind and skim off the top as he normally did, because that would simply be be eavesdropping on thoughts that were not his own.
Not to mention, Striker simply wasn't aware if the woman was able to defend against that sort of thing, what she might feel, how she might react, or if she would lash out against him. So, Striker would simply try to get her attention, completely unaware that she was blind at this point. Even though he spoke, Striker stepped forward and his feathered wings rustled slightly underneath his hoodie, a sound that she would likely hear due to her increased hearing.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:33 am
In ways, it was admirable. Gentle Wilian responded to the direct approach of his serpents with an abnormal movement, while on the opposite spectrum, Kenji responded to the unusual approach of his own offensive party with a direct motion to blast through before they could converge. Individually, perhaps, the offenses were weak; Kenji's in its simplicity, Wilian's in how little say he would have in dodging retaliating blows - but together, it was a rather curious pincer attack that could easily lead to far worse circumstances.
However. The two GUILT fighters would need to remember just whom they were fighting. A man whom took to dissecting his opponents' approach to battle like an over-enthused hobbyist; a man who was currently feeling adrenaline pump through very vein of his body, driving him absolutely wild! To be clear, this did not mean his mind was working primitively. No, instead, one might say it was overclocked to the point of his skull feeling aflame, predicting scenarios that might lead to a crushing assault.
Whipping those ten fingertips in a wavy-motion, every serpent dissipated in a flicker. Barsait's arms were outstretched like a scarecrow's, though in contrary to the lifeless doll of relative fame- his expression was living magma!
"Naive naive naive naive NAIVE NAIVE NAIVE NAIVE NAIVE-" A swift shifting backwards, right heel first, then left toe; his diagonal right. Kenji and Wil were both well in the dark-clad man's cone of vision, ergo their movements were horrifyingly telegraphed. While Wil appeared to have more up his sleeve than his counterpart, both still made the basic premise of their assault open - and that was.. the clincher! A pincer attack is useless if both sides are so easily tangible! Their haste to inflict damage would be rewarded.
[Shift Weight!!]
He twisted his mid-torso to the left violently, right elbow coming just to his left of Wil's impending body- before with a sickening crash, that chain-mesh covered bone cap slammed the bottom of Wil's metal staff. A powerful elbow strike.. that would evolve into a sudden, unrestrained blow. It was one of Omi's signature blows; a 1-2 strike, using a fierce elbow strike to pierce either the body or defense of an opponent as well as to gather momentum, then to loop it into a powerful hook. And poor Wilian made the mistake of hastily hopping over the fighter's head - making the hook sliding upward straight into the aggressor's unprotected gut, then grind into it with a passion as he howled out loud in glee with mad laughter quite easy!
Kenji would fare even worse. There was no doubt Kenji's strides were quick; nor that they had power. Surely, had he bull-rushed that shoulder into the serpent manipulating fighter's gut or chest, it could have caused serious damage. However, the issues with such an approach are ones the long-haired fighter were too well acquainted with; the first being Kenji shifted all his weight into an attack.. from a range. It's actually disadvantageous to do such a thing, as reaching those top speeds makes stopping and readjusting the angle of approach immeasurably difficult when it needs to be done. Then, there's the fact it is a pitifully straightforward attack; laced with something else, it may be a wondrous assault, but by itself..
Transparent. Anyone with finesse could tear right through it.
Even if Ken intended to take to the air, Barsait had no intention of letting him given they were so terribly close to begin with! Cackling as his right fist would carry Wil forward, using the airborn fighter's own momentum against him - the left hand, Barsait's body now slightly more to his right, would simply dart straight ahead like a bizarre palm-thrust just as Kenji would begin to hop upward.. and grasp his face, fingertips latching into every bit of skin & bone they could like talons.
"NAIVE!"
(CRASH!)
Right fist, left palm. Barsait gave direction to their misdirected and misapplied momentum, very simply brushing the two together violently - the left side of Kenji's skull getting thundered into what would with gravity rearing its ugly head, likely be Wil's mid-chest and rib cage. Bone against bone, with absolutely no restraint. Indeed, the colorful crimson apparitions this man projected were perhaps a misnomer, given the true serpent in this instance was himself - allowing his prey to put themselves into a favorable position before his fangs snapped!
If the initial impact wasn't horrible enough, those hands grinding Kenji's battered skull miserably into Wilian's struck chest would likely be - as Barsait's face would suddenly come nose-to-note with Wilian's - mouthing in a tone of voice so alien to him, it felt like he were channeling a raging beast more than his vocal cords' logical conclusion: ".. I don't give a damn about your pathetic wish to end your life. If we make it to the top, I'll rip your right for a wish from your hands if that's your desire. I said I'm making you two gods; kings don't forfeit their lives while there's so much to be tended to, not in this fable. I'm afraid if you're wanting to take the coward's entrance to the depths of hell, you'll have to find another method, another location, and another time. Ah?" His breath would be so heated at this point, it would almost feel like gaseous acid mingling across one's flesh - tearing at it with blood lust; teeth menacingly crashing together as though it took some formidable restraint for Omi not to just bite into Wilian's flesh and rip it open!
Battle craze! Adrenaline! Rage! Fury! Glee! This was the culmination that made his every heartbeat pump him with a mixture of joy and fear! That feeling, that feeling that he's invincible; that rush, all of his desires manifested into a tangible entity both of himself and not, that moved his bones & muscle in ways he normally never could- this was pure and simple bliss, this was rapture!
"..Excuse me, miss? Might I inquire about why you're out walking by yourself in a dangerous place such as this at night? Things could happen with some of the competitors and what-not."
"!" Eyes shattering open, amber-brown pupils dilating - Omi Barsait let out an audible gasp, the grinding of his teammates' bodies to one another lessened only to a minor degree as that head turned just enough to catch witness of the apparent "spectators." All at once, Kenji & Wil would be let loose to the ground; likely falling into a heap, but well, that was better than their prior predicament. No?
".." Left hand gently slapping his forehead, bottom half covering his eyes for a few moments- Barsait began to speak in a tone more his norm, following a soft exhale with: "..My apologies." Yet another contrast to his regular behavior. This time, what appeared to be.. fear? Indeed, though his left hand remained still & resolved, the right shook just visibly, whilst the man's breath-rate was a little higher than normal.
Something had spooked him.
Swallowing with a bit of trouble, Barsait released that left hand-.. and then instantly, a hearty grin formed to the likely confused sights of Wilian & Kenji. "I suppose I got a tad bit worked up, ah? Up, you two; Garok will be done with his first fit of training, you need to be prepared for when he is." Head turning from the unknown figures behind him out of respect for their privacy, the dark-clad fighter's vivid energy returned in a wave - that prior zeal returning to his body, as the man casually back-shuffled.
"..I lost control of myself? .. No." Eyebrows furrowing, the leader of GUILT awaited the next wave patiently - resolve reaching his enthusiastic rage: "That is an excuse. I was in complete control of myself; I willingly delved into that lust of mine. But, I refrained from doing worse than I could have; I'll channel the furor of hell without becoming a devil, I'll be able to kill thousands without murdering even a lone individual, I'll delve deeper and deeper into that red void, transcend myself, keep everything I don't wanna lose and gain everything I want to keep, THAT,"
Omi was grinning wide as a Cheshire cat. "I'm gonna guarantee the two of you, we're WINNING this tournament!! This competition's just a step on the road of glory we have now embarked upon, now come on, come on, come on-" Left fist facing straight ahead, right fist facing straight ahead! That laughter of his returning full-front! "GET UP AND SHOW ME YOUR FLAWLESS AMBITION, NOW! KAHAHAHAHAHA, KAHAHAHAHA~!!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:18 am
Everything about her was shining maize.
When she turned, a glorious blaze luminated the silver Striker. Her glossy lips shaped a smile, and her teeth peeked out of the fair slit to say "hello."
Her toes were pointed, her feet, petite; she stretched high from the ground and all her features highlighted an acute shape of character, giving into her strength of soul. Her blond hair, pulled in a french twist, shone brilliantly - it slightly framed her oval face as her forehead hid sheepishly, receding into her hairline. Her nose extended from her visage steeply; it was long, thin, and marked with a straightness. She had slimmed features in body - her shoulders were slightly broad but gently sloped, and her arms were small and without definition. Her torso curved in long, low bends, and her hips were more narrow and unfit for birthing. She was an ehchanting medley of Scandinavia.
In fact, her favorite geographical feature was fjords.
A pure white fur coat huddled close to her skin, caressed her gently with each movement she made. It was comforting, to wear something as pure as real fur - especially when the wearer toiled to craft it.
She remembered it well... When she was scaling the beautiful mountains in the snow, in need of warmth and food...
That is for another time.
Her silken, snowy dress reached her ankles, tugged back and forth down the length of the coat as it fought to cover and hold the dress in her gait. She was a sight to behold, a pleasant person all around.
She wore a simple pendant of orange amber around her neck on a thin, light gold chain.
Her moroccan lantern had six faces and a smoothed roof. The roof was tall, rounded in shape like a bell, conforming to the long rectangular cuboid of the frosted orange amber panes. The light emitted was strong, unwavering, and had a sense of warmness and peace.
Her irises, her pupils... both meshed together into gently-hued suns in skies of white. The suns, despite lack of perception, blazed directly at Striker.
She took a step forward, calculated and sure.
Then, a second step.
A third.
She scantly swung her lantern, and the metal clasps of hook and eye rattled with a warm, soft metal tonk-tonk sound.
She closed the median slowly... and stopped at the half mark of the old distance.
"Questions... I understand the courtesy, but should... introductions not come first?" Her voice was pleasant, calm, and sure, but one could tell that she did not communicate often (perhaps in another language...).
She stepped forward again, the distance gone in a doubled arm's length and an exhale of breath. She wiggled her toes half-happily against the cool green below.
She turned. For a moment, the intensity broke. An apology was uttered into the wind, and she grasped it, hands folded over hips holding her pole, with her whole.
For a moment, her smile drooped.
The roaring spirit sputtered, kickstarted and rushed into life again.
With the company, her spirit braced the harsh cold of night and glowed, but the severe flames of desire, and bloodlust, and laughter licked at the undulating radiance and caused them to waver.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 10:47 am
Wil was burning steel, you see, and steel was very powerful indeed. He could "see" thin blue lines flowing to nearby sources of metal. This vision wasn't limited through his eyes, allowing him to see behind himself. Thusly, when the blow from his team captain came, with strength and speed a Thug could envy, he saw it coming, and reacted accordingly. He Pushed hard with steel, throwing his entire weight against his team captain's mail clad body. The thief turned competitor flew through the air, his dark hair waving in the wind caused by his sudden movement. Of course, he did more than that. While he flew, just barely dodging the blow, he Pushed against his staff, the cylinder of heavy metal shooting back into the other man. Finally, he landed his leap with a roll, turning to quirk an eyebrow about the captain's comment about his other team mate.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 5:47 pm
X-V-IIII Well he drew first blood so that was a plus, however, so many disadvantages came with the length of his spear. He felt the weight of his weapon shift to the right. He was pretty sure he couldn't stop this, no matter the strength difference between the two. Hitting from the side was always someone's weakness when dealing with a weapon. His body stepped back, regaining his stance before doing the long reach jab. His left hand let go of the spear and he allowed his right arm to go back. His wrist which was bent down towards the ground before shifted itself to a straight position. In turn these actions moved the shaft of the spear from her as she was running. His movement's weren't done though and flowed together perfectly. The same left hand that let go was now reaching diagonally and back. The palm was turned away from the woman and held in a position. Behind him, the right arm that was knocked upwards and away with the spear, bent at an angle to allow the shaft of his spear to reach it's target. It's destination was..his left hand. The area 1 foot below the blade landed in his left hand palm and he grasped it. The same time his left hand let go. By this time the woman had reached her destination and his eyes were back on her once more. They blue optics did leave to make sure the move went through smoothly.
As the swing started, his knees bent and he bent his knees, his back leg coming forth as he pushed off the ground. The effect would be a flying knee going towards her head area. A counter attack to the move she made. He had jumped over it and closed the gap between them all in the same time. And that's when things got rather...unfortunate. The vibrantly blue orbs shimmered with sudden stricken thought, clarity-an idea. Or rather, the glee at seeing an opportunity she had previously thought over as a possibility present itself. Arian didn't hesitate, her swing carrying forth still, but his knee coming up-as the woman suddenly shifted her positioning even as she swung, losing the anchor that had been her legs-and moving from her bent and crouching right leg to her straight out left one, so that it was now her RIGHT that was straight out, and her LEFT that was crouched-and leaning her head to a point he would perhaps gain a glancing bow-but even as he did so, Arian had dropped her staff, impact or no impact, and brought her left fist hurtling forward for his now extended thigh that had been used in the kneeing. Quote: -Electrified gloves These black leather looking gloves are woven with metal wires, blackened-Arian's hands are coated in a rubber liquid mixture to prevent shocking herself before battle-and produce a chosen level of voltage. The gloves electrify when Arian's hands are fisted, pressure pads in the palm working as the switch. She can turn them off the same way she changed the voltage-a simple adjustment of her gauntlet-as they can be adjusted separately. The effect of these she usually keeps centralized to the area she has struck-a low enough voltage to avoid shocking the person's entire body-but high enough to add damage to her punches to the area her fist strikes. She can up the voltage to a taser level common to police officer taser guns-and shock the hell out of someone, if she chooses to. Knowing first hand what such a shock feels like, Arian rarely will resort to this option. Her fist connected with his thigh-and brought with it enough voltage to shock his thigh, lower body, and abs, perhaps. ...ouch. Luckily, however, it wasn't an INSTANT PAIN YOU MUST DIE sort of voltage-it would sting, bet your a**, and make him feel numb-but he would not be severely burned by the electrical shock. Arian was much more merciful than she could have been with the chosen setting on her gloves. She didn't hold her hand there very long either-but yanked it back and practically FELL onto her left hip, rolling away-and coming up with a slight startled reaction as: Haelstrom Fist Naive naive naive naive NAIVE NAIVE NAIVE NAIVE  "I don't do what I do because I want recognition-"
The devil ought to be on the ground too, but even if he wasn't-Arian would glance to him, then back down the path a bit, towards the big clearing, where the voice and noise was coming from.
What the hell? Arian frowned. "Well. What is that about...?"
And then she pushed herself up from the ground, dusted herself off (helping him up if he had gone down)-and would easily stride on down, the fight apparently over.
And indeed-some chaos was going down just down the way-and it would be Omi's sudden pronouncement she walked into.
...what the ********?
"I do what I do because they've been wronged, and I want to make it right."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:52 pm
The last match was definitely exciting. The smell of blood, whether it be dragon's or humans, got his body to awaken. His once rounded pupils were now slanted, taking the appearance of a cat but he was far from that creature in general. The golden irises that now consumed most of his eyes, glanced around the area as he intake the smell of fresh air. The air inside the arena was blood saturated to his acute nose. He could miss part of the second round to recollect his reasoning and not lose to that primal instinct inside. His katana wasn't on him at the moment, but instead leaned against the tree next to him. His whole attire was pure white cloth material. Shoes, shirt, and pants that stopped in the middle of the shins with a tight grip like those of kung fu. His white hair stretched down to the middle of his back, some strands of hair hanging in front, scattered randomly across his face. The white wolf ears swiveled around the area searching for any sounds while the tail laid lifelessly.
"That was an upset but still a good match."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:30 pm
"I knew the boat ride was a bad idea..." The voice was feminine, somewhat little girlish, and grumbling slightly, though positively adorable.
Along the path, a four foot eleven figure tromped along the stones, pulling a heavy looking trunk behind her-upon which rested a lazy fluffy bunny named Rudy, whom was the only listener Lena knew of.
She was a cute little thing, wearing jeans and a black close fitting t shirt with a giant yellow happy face on it-matching her yellow sneakers and the yellow bow tied towards the tip of her sleek black furred tail, a little bell jingling every time her tail swayed, twitched, or moved.
Upon her very, VERY curly dark hair she wore a top hat, a magician's top hat-and in the back pocket of her jeans an old fashioned, black and white wand could be seen.
She had fair, flawless skin of near ivory-and it literally glowed a little, in the moonlight, as the moon itself glowed in the reflected sunlight long past. She was completely and utterly lost-and yet this happened often.
She wasn't too worried. After all-she's yet to run into any demons, since they were all in the dome and hotel. "I mean-there doesn't even look like anywhere to do a show, really..."
Her scent was flowery, a fun spring sort of smell-and...cat fur? What the hey?
She was a neko, but not a demon-go figure.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:55 pm
The snow white right ear swiveled on top of his head in the direction of the girlish voice. His head turned to the direction of the sound first following his body. An athletic slim body with pale skin that never seemed to tan no matter how long the wolf stayed in the sun. A weird tattoo made from red ink was the only amount of color on his left shoulder. A tattoo that only those that were part of his extremely large family and him knew it's meaning. Reaching down to his left, he grasped the middle of the white sheath that held his weapon. The 4'6" inched katana that he wielded calmly. His ears had redirected themselves, both now pointing forward in the general direction direction of the sound. He slipped left arm through a cloth strap was attached to the sheath in two different area's. One near the hilt guard, the other near the end of the sheath's head. The part of the cloth near the hilt guard was on his right side allowing the hilt of his blade to be shown so he could grasp it when necessary. The other part slipped underneath his left arm so that it could fit on him without too much movement that could result in the sheath flying over his head and off of him. Now he was ready to investigate. The moon light was all he needed to see on this dark terrain and easily make his way through this area of flora.
He took two light steps forward before his knee's bent and he pushed upwards to a close by tree. He landed lightly on the branch, his knees bent as he pushed off once again this time forward towards the origin of this flowery, cat fur smell. He never really met one with such a scent, it's kinda hard to find them in the cold reaches of the world where he made his dwelling at. Regardless this would be a first meeting for him and maybe one for her. The cloth foot wear made no sound except the small creaking that came from the sturdy branches being pushed off of and the sound of the wind that blew past his ears. Along with that there was also the rustle of the leaves that shook from his landings on their branch.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:11 pm
"If I had KNOWN there wasn't anywhere to do a show, Rudy, I don't think I would have taken the boat." The girlish voice rambled on a bit, seeming to talk just to talk, or perhaps to comfort herself.
The little bell on the yellow bow tied to her tail jingled happily as her tail flicked this way and that in the night, her trunk getting stuck on a tree root-causing the petite cat girl to turn around, grasp the handle with both hands-and give a tug on it-the rabbit jostled slightly but not too bothered, staying where he was-when Lena tripped herself, landing on her bottom but thankfully not her tail with a jingle.
"Ow!" She exclaimed, the hat askew on her head, tilting to the right-and through the cloth of it, her OWN ears twitched at the noise of...something.
She went still, her sore bottom forgotten about as her tail went straight out behind her, hands frozen on the trunk handle, eyes wide and unblinking. Nothing else happened after the creak and rustling noise-nothing at all.
Her hearing and sense of smell were sharp-but not her eye sight, not really. Human eyes. Bright green ones, vividly so.
SOMETHING was out there, somewhere-and it scared her a little. "Um-okay, we're going to go back to the boat now, Okay Rudy?" She whispered cautiously to her rabbit, slowly, slowly standing up, pushing the trunk forward-and then wheeling it around as she slowly, sneakily-started off back the way she came, sneakily as possible-which wasn't very sneaky at all, given she was whispering for Rudy not to be scared.
...silly woman.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:35 pm
The woman really was noisy and easily gave her position away to the demon wolf that was tracking her with much ease and nearing her position quickly thanks to her voice getting clearer and the scent getting stronger. He landed on one more branch right next to the woman as she begin to back track on her path and stared at the short lady with the slanted golden eyes. She was so tiny, and seemed frail in his opinion. How did she get to this place where fighters, demons, monsters, and other creatures that enjoyed spilling the blood of others gathered. It was such a strange sight. Regardless of which, he had found out the cause of the sound. His right hand was placed against the trunk of the tree he was on, keeping him well balanced even though he really didn't need it. The ivory colored nails dug into the bark of the tree, making sure his grip was firm and strong enough to hold him up.
"This is no place for a child."
He was obviously referring to the little neko in front of him as they were the only two around within hearing distance of his voice. Smooth, relaxing, and light, it could be considered pleasing to the ears for many people. However, by the stiff posture she had assumed, he guessed this wasn't one of those moment that it was considered pleasing. His ears were pointed directly at her and his tail moved lazily from side to side. A sign that the wolf had found a new toy to play with. Readjusting the scabbard on his back, the demon jumped down from the tree landing lightly on the woman's side. The golden eyes left the woman for a second turning it's attention to the rabbit that sat upon the trunk she had with her. It was enormous. Almost as big as the woman who dragged it along. It made him wonder how did she a small woman accomplish pulling it with her. This did nothing put increased the curiosity he had for. His eyes went back to her examining her attire once more. The went from the hat, to the tail, to the yellow bow that was tied to the tail and jingled with every movement that the tail made. Such a strange choice in clothing..then again he wasn't one to talk.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:12 pm
She heard the trees creaking, the leaves rustling-she heard them, and was nervous about them-and yet continued to pretend it was nothing, moving along until-
"This is no place for a child."
The poor little kitty jumped about a mile, for while a stalker wasn't so bad-a talking one certainly was. She jumped, her tail poofing out comically, the bell jingling madly as she turned sharply-only to have the fluffy white bunny jump off the trunk before her, as if it, some how-was an attack dog against the wolf.
Lena had both hands on her hat, pulling the brim down-so that the hat actually slipped down a bit around her forehead. "DON'T TAKE MY EARS!"
Were the first squealed, high pitched words out of Lena's mouth, ones that didn't make a lick of sense-and then she blinked, because-well, that guy had some too.
"Oh. A doggie." She said in a small, somewhat tiny voice, seeming to relax a little. "Um..." A little jingle as her tail unpoofed, her eyes dropping to the fluffy white bunny standing on the ground between them-and then sideways to her trunk. "I'm-um-I'm not a child!" She suddenly insisted, brightening up from the slightly afraid person she was a moment ago-and indeed, with a flourish-she provided a white card and held it out to him-her other hand still on her hat.
The card had come from nowhere-and indeed, Lena had no sleeves...so...what the heck?
Upon the blank square, letters started to appear-
"Lena Parrish
Magician"
In a happy, bright green color.
Lena smiled happily at her little card. The moonlight had worked the same as lamplight-the words had appeared when exposed to it. Cool.
Then she took off her hat, bowing theatrically. "Lena Parrish, at your service Mister Doggie~" She introduced happily, two perfect cat ears nestled among her dark curls-her tail jingling as it flicked happily behind her-she was just too cute.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:37 pm
He looked at her for a moment and then back down at the rabbit that positioned itself between him and the neko. It was then his ears heard the forbidden word when addressing him or any of his kind in any form or way. Doggie. A vein appeared in the left side of his head as he resisted the urge to hit her. As she outstretched the card towards his hand, he grasped it lightly with his thumb and index finger watching as the words appeared on the card in green letters. Her name repeated over in his head along with her occupation, before he actually spoke her name out loud. His pronunciation of her name was wrong thought. Far off from what it was actually how it was suppose to be said.
"Len-ah."
He got the last name correct though surprisingly. He let a small smile come to his lips as he found her occupation amusing. If she was a magician, why didn't she just make the trunk float and carry it self instead of her tiny body doing it. He extended out his own hand towards her about to give his name before he heard that word once more. She called him a dog again. The vein once again appeared as the impulse came and took over this time. There was no hesitation in his movements as his hand came down on her hat with a flat palm. It was something of a smack to the top of her head and would more then likely hurt a lot.
"Don't call me a dog. I'm a wolf."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:05 am
"No, it's Lee-na-eek!"
Both ears shot backwards when he smacked the top of her head-the poor kitty's knees buckling under the sudden hit-which made her ears ring.
She scurried back from him, tripping over yet another root and ending up hitting a tree rather hard, leaving him with her hat-and that's about when he'd feel something hit his legs so hard-he'd trip.
The ********!? That bunny could NOT be that heavy.
Lena held her hands over her ears and watched him with wide eyes. "I'm SORRY. I didn't KNOW!" She insisted, apologetic and kind of upset he'd hit her ears-that HURT!
Her poofed out tail jingled as it wrapped around her body in a tight hug, Lena staying where she was-while Rudy crashed into his legs again-somehow hopping away again before he could be kicked.
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