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 Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 4:27 am
 Tatsumi IchizumaHaruka rolled her eyes as she turned on the hot water again, her lips twitching upward at the spur-of-the-moment prank. "Why would I do that?" she said, sounding innocent as she let the hot water warm the water back up. The bad thing was, that anyone who knew her knew she couldn't pull off an 'innocent appearance' at all. Michiru tilted her head. "Interesting, though it does sound kinda pitiful that Usagi could handle them," she said teasingly as she sipped her tea. Tatsumi shifted subtly as he sipped his tea. "The danger with them, though isn't that they're not very intelligent, but that they're both well supplied and they have a lot of people... get a couple of dozen truly determined people, though... they'll scatter faster than cockroaches under a light," he said idly. OOC -
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 8:49 am
Sharazine - Promethea
~*Magic...is power. And power...magic...needs control. I learn that control, to help others who don't have their own controlled power, their own good lives.*~ "Because you can be a b***h sometimes, and enjoy it," Sharazine's voice said frankly, sounding odd from the acoustics of the room and from the redhead concentrating on her hair while she shivered. Sharazine wasn't being mean, just so blunt it was almost cruel how heartlessly honest she was being. "I have sore muscles, not inflammation...I need the heat!" Shaking her head, Sharazine finished her sudsing, and dumped the bucket of watere over her head. Sure, she was known for jokes, and Sharazine knewe her complaints were bad taste since she expected everyone else to deal with HER pranks, but...the redhead just didn't feel...right, the extra pull from the not-quite transition with Promethea making her edgy.
"Sorry, Hruka-san...I know, I can be a b***h too, sometimes," Sharazine apologized, slipping carefully back into the tub with a distrustful glance at the water. She could joke around with the two, but sometimes it was all Sharazine could do not to go Meld on them and burn their asses...or heat things back up. Today, she was just tired, moody from a sense of lacking fulfillment. That, and the sudden cold made her body ache even more, truly a mean joke in the timing. "I just don't feel up to it, tonight," she explained, sounding sheepish and staring down at the watere keeping Sharazine covered, semimodest from the doorway as she only showed her profile. Sharazinee played with the water a bit, sighing in recovered content as the warmed aloe's scent spread through the room, carried on the hot water with little oil patches. "Or was that to get me out so you wouldn't smell like aloe around Mr. Creeper?" she teased, tone kind of low and faint, sounding tired.
Before Haruka could answer, Sharazine got up and wrapped a towel around her hair and body, enough that when she practically flung the bathrobe around her like a cape it wouldn't get wet. Then Sharazine left, gigglging to herself as she got the last word in. Sort of, since if Haruka shouted anything THAT would be the last word, technically...but oh, well. Sharazine zipped across the hall into the room she shared, hoping no one noticed the towel was slipping down... If Tatsumi and Michiru glanced over, they'd see the towel laying on the ground, Michiru at least probably knowing that meant that Sharazine was streaking...however momentarily. But tonight it wasn't for long, as Sharazine got into her PJ's and got under the clean sheets and quilts for the night, still cold from Haruka's joke and needing the extra layers. They'd probably all get kicked off latere, but, oh well. Sharazine lay on here back for a while, sleep at the edge of her mind, staring upwards as she thought about her life, memories flashing past Sharazine's mind's eyes. She finally rolled over, messing with a charm here mother gave her for college, and fell asleep after a whispered Good night, sweet dreams and be protected from Promethea.(...)
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:51 am
Tatsumi IchizumaHaruka rolled her eyes as Sharazine darted off, a small smile flashing over her face. "I'm not friends with him that way," she murmured as she rose to her feet. She turned the hot water back on and added a little bubble bath to it, a faint smile playing over her face. Michiru blinked when she heard giggling before she glanced over, noticing Tatsumi doing the same though he seemed not to notice the towel laying on the floor. I wonder what Haruka is doing, she thought as she sipped her tea, almost finished. Tatsumi tilted his head thoughtfully, though he ignored the towel, not really caring why it was there. What they do behind closed doors is their business, not mine, he thought simply. OOC -
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:22 pm
Appearance - Cirene de LaFleurs
Username - Miera42
Character Name - Cirene de LaFleurs
Age - looks 15, otherwise unknownGuide - Ichigo KurosakiBio - From France, Cirene was a kind and sensitive child, raised by middle class but loving parents. They scorned riches, loving their daughter and teaching her core values for life. They passed on such responsible and sensible manners to Cirene, who took their lessons and chastisements to heart. She did well in school, often keeping to herself the better to study, which didn't help her make friends. But Cirene didn't mind, content with the few she had, was willing to stand up for... They were a second family for her. And Cirene was sensitive to their emotions, always seeming to know what to say, what to do to help and make them feel better.
So when one of the girls needed help from a bar she had snuck into, Cirene went to be with her friend. Finding her in a hotel room crying, Cirene had been ready to clobber someone, even though she wasn't very physically strong or anything, a doll of a child. They had made Marie cry. Thinking of just that, she didn't hear the car that had come up, barely had time to shove her screaming friend out of the way before she was hit...
A month in the hospital, in a coma, declared officially dead without any hope of recovery.
A month in the real world, who knows how long living among spirits, people and strange beings. And to the quiet, independent and prideful Cirene, the people were stranger. Especially the one that had followed her around since she had woken in her uniform in a barren hill. There had only been a solitary tree on the grass-covered hill, the sky above a drowning blue that any gem would envy in its beautiful clarity. Her soul scape was lonely, uninhabited...wild and free. Just like the wicked and feral-looking [cat-person] who had met her there, introducing herself as Shadow Blossom.
A miracle, her eyes opening and her breathing steadying on its own right after pulling the cord. But only Cirene and Shadow knew the truth. Announcing that such a close brush with death had opened her eyes to some things, and wishing to travel, the French girl has since been roaming trying to calm the balance between worlds, opting to train herself with Shadow's dark and often sarcastic help.
Personality - serious, soft-spoken, self-sacrificing, shy, loyal and dependable, stubborn, can be abrupt
Theme music - Angel's Trumpet - GOTHIKA
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:00 pm
Mistress of Night
Always in shadow...
Kage__________Prodigal Vizard
Master of wisecracks
__________Ichigo Cirene de LaFleur
__________...Spanning the bridge between Life and Death...__________
The quiet pause after Tatsumi's words was broken by a low growl, a white shape visible a few blocks away stepping through what looked like a tear in fabric. Except it was a rip into reality. A roar most couldn't hear, but would feel fear at, echoed through the night, a small dark figure in black robes and with black gloves flying backwards...except their feet were on the air, like it was ground. Yoru no ninja wa, shadouburossamu o ansatsu! Kage, NOW! There was a flash that seemed to absorb all the lights, shadows emanating from the weapon in the girl's hands. Shadows in the form of black cherry blooms. A wave of her hand with the much-shorter blade sent them forward, each barely distinguishable shape seeming to meld and flow with the darkness, never quite clearly seen until a flash of darkness crossed in a line over the mask of the Hollow. It cracked, it gave one more roar and with a flailing limb sent the figure skidding through the air...again, like they were on a flat surface...towards the balcony where Tatsumi was leaning against the railing with Michiru.
Looking behind her just in time, Cirene noted that there were people, and whether they saw her or not...running into people was just rude. She flipped and used her still-going momentum to land on the roof above them, crouching there with the enlarged sword that had gone back to normal. Cirene calmly watched the Hollow disintegrate, and sighed. Well, at least that one's done... she murmured to herself, checking what would look like a slim flipping cellphone. Pressing some buttons with pursed lips, the large eyes blinked and turned to where shadows seemed to coalesce like mist into a solid figure. You got me out in time, but PLEASE remember, this isn't gymnastics class! the figure...a young woman, older than the girl, with purple-black hair and ears, a tail, and what looked like catpaw gloves pointed at where Cirene was holding her side from that last hit. There are no rules with Hollows, they don't give a damn. And neither should you! You REALLY botched the stealth on that one, too! she huffed, crossing her arms and looking away as another person joined them. Kage has a point...to an extent the orange-haired boy said, standing on the other side of Cirene and glaring at the cat woman.
Cirene just listened, eyes serious, before nodding. She got it, understood their warnings, the argument of the two continuing on mostly in her head even as their mouths moved. Standing, Cirene noted that they were being watched, and barely opened her lips. Sh. I think they can see us she stated calmly, staring back at Tatsumi and Mishiru and dropping the hand she had raised to the two people behind her as the girl took a step forward on the roof. As Cirene crouched again, the woman disappeared in shadows and the young man gave what looked like an irritated scowl to them all before he disappeared as well. Just, not as dramatic as the swirling shadows that dispersed into normal darkness. Cirene sat and crossed her legs on the edge of the roof, white tabis in simple black sandals as she stared with no real expression on her face at the two beneath her, waiting for them to say something. Otherwise, she was content just to sit there and stare at them. She wasn't much for idle chatter.
__________Neither alive...
...nor dead...
...caught Between__________
~*~ OoCWhee, I has another Shinigami character now~! >w< lol...probably my first rpc that's not a real talker lol
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:19 pm
Tatsumi IchizumaHaruka flinched momentarily, her gaze flicking towards the wall where Michiru was. What the hell? Michiru jerked backwards, not sure what she sensed, but it wasn't human. Tatsumi twisted, somersaulting twice before he landed just below the edge of the roof, his eyes narrowing as they ignited in a brilliant golden orange aura, clinging to the underside of the rooftop with his fingertips and toes. He saw something tumbling through the air, a blur of reflected light and black fabric before he heard a slight scraping sound on the roof above him. Michiru inhaled sharply, feeling molten power swirling around Tatsumi. Her blue eyes locked onto his when he glanced her way to check on her and for an instant, she saw a large Phoenix that resolved into a redheaded woman with green eyes as the image faded from her mind's eye. "What the?!?!" she yelped without realizing it.Tatsumi grunted as if punched as the roof suddenly caved from an unseen force, driving him hard with the debris atop him onto the balcony with a sound like a gunshot. An aura of golden energy ignited before the rubble shot away as Tatsumi hovered an inch or so above the ground in a sprawl before his eyes opened, glowing a hot white. His hand snapped out to the side as he twisted, landing in a crouch as the bodysuit he wore gained its 'armored form' as a black hilt formed in a swirling gust of flames, a dark reddish gold blade with a silvery edge formed in his hand. His eyes were still glowing a bright hot white as he shifted into a low Kenjutsu stance. He had a secret: he was far from the 'average' human, as he was able to manipulate his inner strength almost at will though he hadn't directly trained the power. With help, however, he awakened his latent natural powers. OOC -
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 12:16 pm
Tatsumi IchizumaHaruka was sitting on the edge of the tub when she felt the entire apartment shake suddenly, tossing her into the tub in a rather embarrassing tumble. She thrashed for a few seconds before she surfaced, grimacing. "Michiru always said sometimes I needed to wash my mouth out... doubt she had this in mind," she grumbled. Tatsumi shifted his gaze for an instant before the railing of the balcony was ripped off by a large black hand; he saw Michiru jerk as if she sensed the sudden movement of the strange black thing in front of him, but obviously she couldn't physically see it. Michiru blinked at the rather large blade Tatsumi held; to her, it felt like it was shivering with barely restrained power.Tatsumi cocked his head before he pushed off sharply, firing a single webline before he let himself drop off of the six story building until he was even with the second floor before he shot back skyward, the large dao broadsword held languidly in his grasp. A faint aura of white flickered around him as he shot easily five or six feet above the rooftop of the balcony. His grip upon the dao tightened as the blade rippled with crimson light before he slashed upward sharply. "GÅuka TenshÅ!!" was the snarling roar that leaped from his throat as a large burning crescent blast of energy sheared through not only the Hollow's mask, but easily a third of its body as well as it dissipated. OOC - Edited the previous post so Tatsumi unknowingly caught a glimpse of Cirene.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 9:33 am
Mistress of Night
Always in shadow...
Kage__________Prodigal Vizard
Master of wisecracks
__________Ichigo Cirene de LaFleur
__________...Spanning the bridge between Life and Death...__________
Cirene scowled, the moment had passed...she was still invisible. With a barely audible sigh, the girl stood, looking at at the sky...and jumping off to the side as a large black hand came from the middle of nowhere to crunch down where she had been resting. Barely taking the time to notice Tatsumi hanging under the wall, Cirene got her Zanpaktou ready...only to watch, blinking, as the human took care of the Hollow on his own. A roof away, Cirene calmly knelt down onto her knees as she slid the sword back into its sheathe, and contemplated Tatsumi. Shaking her head, Cirene stood and bounded off into the shadows, frowning with bothered concentration as she FINALLY got the order about the Hollow...and had to send that it was taken care of. By a normal human. Or, not so normal.
Finding her body, the girl slid back into it, hand immediately resting on the sword at her side that was the closest weapon she could find for her Zanpaktou while alive. Sitting up, hissing in pain as her side ached...what happened to her spirit could be felt by her body, if not necessarily be seen...the black-haired girl stood and brushed off her perfectly-dressed rump and black stockinged legs. Walking down the street, Cirene easily ignored the surprised faces of those who didn't understand her sudden immaculate appearance. Moving to the house, raising eyebrows as if unable to understand why it had such an odd roof, Cirene knocked on the door and patiently waited for an answer, the hilt of her katana sticking up over her shoulder.
__________Neither alive...
...nor dead...
...caught Between__________
~*~ OoCThanks, gives me something to do ^^;
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 9:49 am
Sharazine - Promethea
~*Magic...is power. And power...magic...needs control. I learn that control, to help others who don't have their own controlled power, their own good lives.*~ Sharazine slept on, even as the house vibrated and shook. She was that oblivious to everything. Supposedly. Sharazine, wake up!! Promethea yelled in Sharazine's mind urgently, the image of the last warrior woman's form in the teen's mind shaking her dream self awake. It was interesting, sharing a mind with the character of dream and imagination...
Sharazine grumbled awake, blinking around blearily before realizing the shaking she'd taken to be a carnival ride was actually the house...and it wasn't fun, things in shelves trembling and falling. Not even bothering to get dressed, the other occupants of the house clamoring in concern, Sharazine hurried out of the room to see if Haruka was okay before heading to check on Michiru. Windmilling to try to avoid tripping over her own feet, Sharazine had to duck back with unexpected reflexes as a brick fell, shattering at her feet. Jumping in surprise, the girl looked out and around with wide eyes at the visible damage, looking around with curious concern. "What the f*ck happened???" she wanted to know, her hyperactive state of mind pretty much reducing Sharazine to startled profanities.("Someone's knocking at the door, somebody's ringin' the bell..." stare I don't wanna just reply to myself, suuuu....yeah)
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 10:25 am
Tatsumi IchizumaHaruka was standing a few paces behind Sharazine, her eyes narrowed as she gripped a towel around her wet body, not really caring that she had left a trail of suds and wet footprints behind her. Michiru blinked, noticing the girl sitting up on the next roof over. I have a very strong feeling that this is only the beginning.. though what is going on, I have no idea, she thought. Tatsumi cocked his head, frowning slgihtly as his gaze shifted around, taking in Michiru and Cirene though he recognized Michiru easily. He twisted his wrist slightly, not seeming surprised as the large dao detonated into flames and dissolved. "What is your name?" Michiru said with amusement to Cirene, sensing she was somewhat different from everyone else she usually met, though not sure why she felt that way. Tatsumi grunted as he dropped to one knee, wincing. A large shard of metal stuck out of his back just below his right shoulder blade. He exhaled slowly, the white hot glow fading from his irises to leave them the normal dark midnight blue-teal color they naturally were. His hand shifted as he flicked it over his shoulder, a webline firing from the top of his wrist and looping over a chunk of twisted pipe near where the roof had crumbled. He felt the tension and stinging in his back and jerked with his forearm and shoulder, exhaling a low groan as the inch and a half wide, four inch long chunk of half inch thick steel slid out with a soft squelching sound before it clanked against the wall. OOC -
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 11:06 am
Mistress of Night
Always in shadow...
Kage__________Prodigal Vizard
Master of wisecracks
__________Ichigo Cirene de LaFleur
__________...Spanning the bridge between Life and Death...__________
Looking up with her bright green eyes, Cirene gave the young woman who answered the door a polite nod and a slight curtsy. Bonjour, moi? Je m'apelle Cirene, c'est...that is, my name is Cirene she said, her French accent clearly present but crisp and clean to understand regardless. Kage and Ichigo stayed in the back of Cirene's mind, letting her deal with the normal-human relations, also feeling uneasy or at least curious about the different spiritual sense Michiru gave off. I was wondering, how you say...um, I am new to Tokyo, and have been recommended by un ami about this place. That is, one of my friends Cirene stated, voice quiet and shy as she bowed her head after one daring stare into Michiru's eyes.
__________Neither alive...
...nor dead...
...caught Between__________
~*~ OoC...
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 11:16 am
Sharazine - Promethea
~*Magic...is power. And power...magic...needs control. I learn that control, to help others who don't have their own controlled power, their own good lives.*~ Rubbing at her eyes and yawning, Sharazine glanced back at Haruka behind her with a slightly annoyed expression. "No one's answering me," she didn't QUITE whine, stamping a foot in childish protest of being ignored, before following Michiru to answer the knock on the door. Peering over the other young woman's shoulder, Sharazine blinked at the black-haired girl right in front of them, waving with a grin. "Hi-hi, you can come right in~" she said with a grin, kind of oblivious to the fact that as it wasn't really HER house, Sharazine didn't really have a place inviting people in. And it would probably be obvious, although Sharazine didn't stay around to note Cirene's confused expression after her, the redhead opting to go back to sleep now it seemed like the house was done shaking.("Someone's knocking at the door, somebody's ringin' the bell..." stare I don't wanna just reply to myself, suuuu....yeah)
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 11:22 am
Tatsumi IchizumaHaruka blinked as she saw Tatsumi on his knees before he pushed himself up stubbornly. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the deep wound in his back. "Baka no Tatsumi... how the hell did you end up with that?!?" she half yelled. Michiru tilted her head, thinking. "Hmmm, come in, then," she said with a slight note of caution in her voice. She blinked when she heard Haruka yell and half turned to see Tatsumi stumble and nearly collapse. She gasped as she saw the wound as well. She didn't notice that her and Haruka's planetary symbols ignited in deep gold and teal respectively as they darted towards Tatsumi. Tatsumi exhaled, panting as he stumbled towards the door. His feet caught the edge of the shift from concrete to hardwood and caused him to stumble; he blocked out Venom's rather colorful curses and insults deliberately. He felt a subtle warmth over his shoulders as if someone were draping an arm over his shoulders and was fairly sure it was the redheaded telepath who had supplied him with the dao. "Rubi Fushirei," he whispered, revealing the name of the dao-ZanpakutÅ.. OOC - Translated, the name of his ZanpakutÅ means 'Ruby Soul of the Phoenix' referring to his other tenant (not Venom, but a certain redhead...)
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 11:45 am
Sharazine - Promethea
~*Magic...is power. And power...magic...needs control. I learn that control, to help others who don't have their own controlled power, their own good lives.*~ Sharazine's eyes widened as she saw Tatsumi stumble, blood on his back. "Yipers, jeepers creepers!" she exclaimed, rushing and tripping over her own feet to get into her backpack. Tossing things willy nilly, Sharazine soon had a first aid kit out, hands unusually steady as she made sure she had everything she thought would be needed for the immediate treatment of what little she had seen of the young man's wound.
Rushing back to the others, tripping and falling into a few walls...rolling when she hit the ground, keeping the supplies close to her chest and unaffected...Sharazine skid to a stop and landed on her rump, blinking as it seemed Tatsumi was fine now... "Well, that's just great, it wasn't as bad as I thought..." she muttered, her sarcastic-sounding tone ruined by a yawn as one of the rolls of bandages in Sharazine's arms fell when she raised a hand to cover it. There was iodine, rubbing alcohol, and a small box that rattled as Sharazine set everything down to lean against the wall with a pout.(...)
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 11:56 am
Mistress of Night
Always in shadow...
Kage__________Prodigal Vizard
Master of wisecracks
__________Ichigo Cirene de LaFleur
__________...Spanning the bridge between Life and Death...__________
Cirene looked up at an excited voice, mouth parting slightly as she scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion. Shaking her head and closing her mouth, the girl went ahead and nervously stepped into the house, removing her shoes with her head down and a slight blush on her face. Standing there with shoes in one hand, face calm, Cirene's eyes widened slightly as Tatsumi stumbled up with his injury, frowning and staring at the planetary symbols with an almost entranced gaze... Shaking her head, Cirene dropped her shoes with a barely-heard clatter, moving quickly to where Tatsumi was, eyes widening as he gave off a name, tilting her head at a sense... Kage came out, leaning against a wall with her ears flat and arms crossed, dark eyes barely gleaming in the shadow she had appeared in at the redhead with hair like fire seeming to support the young man. Be wary... she hissed unhappily, not caring that the so-called Phoenix would get to hear her, moving reluctantly over to Cirene to crouch by the girl as she pushed between the others. Tatsumi had a Zanpaktou, had beaten a Hollow...he deserved to be treated like another Shinigami, as much of a problem as he posed.
Ignoring any rudeness or protests from the other girls, Cirene placed her hands above Tatsumi's back in the proper position, giving the spirit there room as if physical while Kage whispered the proper words to Cirene that the 'human' then murmured under her breath, a bare glow visible even to normal eyes surrounding her hand and the wound, which slowly closed to less drastic proportions. Heaving a sigh, aware she had blown her cover and ignoring Ichigo's snort and Kage's demeaning glare, Cirene sat back against the closest wall with her legs properly together, hands in her lap and eyes closed as she waited. Waited without comment or any real emotion to questions she may have to answer, Cirene already working on plausible stories that MAY be believable to the general public... What Cirene would NOT expect would be for Tatsumi and his spirit to know what was going on, or for the others to be as forgiving... Although the redhead's entry and complaint resulted in Cirene opening her eyes to blink tiredly at Sharazine. Tilting her head to the side, Cirene flushed and looked down...but stayed silent.
__________Neither alive...
...nor dead...
...caught Between__________
~*~ OoC...
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