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 Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:42 am
He stood up clapping moving closer to her. She was beautiful and elegant she absolutely amazed him. He put his hands on her hips standing close. "It was amazing, your beauty is only matched by your elegance and wit." His smile burned bright, the passion in his eyes scorching.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:47 pm
"Thank you," Azami thanked Edward for his compliment. She then sat down next to him, "So, what now? You gonna dance for me," Azami teased Edward, "After all, I think one good turn deserves another."
Azami laughed to herself at the image in her head of Edward trying to dance.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:51 pm
He sweat dropped but turned up his music it was on a techno song. He took a breath and started to break dance, it looked cool in a ridiculous i need strobe lights kind of way. He was laughing the entire time trying to look cool, until he tried to do the worm and bashed his head off the concrete with a small gash on his forehead he sat cross legged rubbing his head. "DAMNIT THAT HURT!!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 9:12 pm
As Edward tried to emulate the girl's grace, the pair could probably hear a stifled laugh from above them. But that made no sense, they were up on the roof . . .
A fellow student sat atop the small room-sized extrusion that served as the doorway to the rooftop, dangling his legs over the side as he watched the dinner-theater act unfold.
In his left hand set a pair of chopsticks resting against the boy's small bento box of Spicy Tuna, his lunch of choice, as he used his free hand to snap his fingers in approval of both acts, as if he sat in a poetry reading.
He enjoyed that type of thing, watching people express themselves in whatever ways they wished. He never really got close enough to find the inspiration behind the art, but the ephemeral treat alone was worth the reward of watching silently.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 9:26 pm
Azami laughed at Edward's breakdance, and at his accident. She had gone over to him while laughing still to make sure he was okay. She also heard the boy above snapping his fingers and laughing as well, "You alright Ed? And you good sir, I take it you enjoyed the free performance?"
Azami had turned to smile at the boy sitting on top of the stairway entrance.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 9:42 pm
((continue with out me for a bit ill see if i can find another source of internet.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:21 pm
Kaosu looked down at Azami with a smile, nodding yes before popping a piece of sushi into his mouth. He chewed a moment before hopping down, making not an iota of noise though his sneakers should have clapped against the roof. He swallowed as he closed in on the other two, putting on his smile that he kept for such an occasion as human interaction.
"Your fans are . . . exquisite. Would I be too forward to ask where you got them?" he asked, saying the first words he'd said to a human being aside from his parents and sensei in weeks.
Just like Kaosu, never willing to waste a single word. He hardly said bupkis if it didn't really mean something important.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:29 pm
"Yeah they are," Azami said as she opened one of her fans and and twirled it around before snapping it shut, "They're a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation and given to the females of the family who take up the art of traditional dancing. I'm Azami Fujitaka, may I inquire as to your name?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:01 pm
Kaosu seemed mildly downtrodden when Azami told him that they were handed down. He needed to find the shop Sensei referred him to, but he didn't have any leads besides one name, that likely meant nothing by now. He had hoped that she'd know something about the shop, but that now seemed unlikely.
"I'm Miyamura Kaosu, 3rd year."
Though he said he was a third year student, his clothes reflected something much different. He was in street clothes rather than the school uniform, though it was clearly school hours, but he didn't look the type to rage against the machine. His pants were baggy, his blue and yellow jacket was just the opposite, and he was in white sneakers; the teachers would most definitely give him a hard time on his way to class.
"I . . . I asked because I though maybe you might know of Urahara, but I guess not."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:13 pm
"Sorry, I don't know anyone by the name of Urahara. I'm sorry I couldn't help you, but I'll be sure to tell you if I hear of this person or meet them," Azami told Kaosu. She smiled brightly at him, "So do you really go here?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 7:50 am
Kaosu nodded in thanks for Azami's cooperation. Since she didn't know anything either, Kaosu decided that he'd just search every inch of downtown after school that day.
"Well, Sort of," he replied, knowing his answer would only confuse Azami further. "I'm enrolled, but I mostly attend University. I have to go back after lunch, actually."
He spoke of such high honor with little inflection, so it was likely that he didn't think so highly of himself just because he was a couple years ahead in studies. The fact was, his courses at Nagoya weren't even academic, but martial arts and physical fitness to stay on top of his game. At Karakura High, he took classes like psychology and physiology.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:36 am
((ok time for plot))
He sat there scratching his head for about half there conversation, he stood next to Azami just before he mentioned Urahara, a name he had a visible reaction to. "How... do you know the name Urahara?" His voice was shaken and Azami would fell a great cold from him, and Kaosu wold notice his Riatsu screaming to life, it would fell like a hollow.
((see my char is one of the few that were around for the war, he didn't fight because he didn't have the strength. But by my story urahara was taking care of me while I was to small to fight.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:51 am
 A garganta opened up about 10 yards away from the front gate of the high school. The hollow named Buso came slithering out of it and moving towards the high school for his next meal. As he moved he roared a terrifying roar that caused the most of the people in the area to become scared. Since the war the many people were able to sense hollows and actually see them. Buso was a Gillan class hollow that was aiming for the kill and thats what he was going to do. Buso then felt the Riatsu coming from one of the kids in the area. Buso then moved towards the riatsu ready to kill.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:59 am
(Zeke, I'll introduce my Quincy here.)
As the Gillian decided to move towards the High school, Three arrows would come at his side and purposelly miss. That was just a warning shot to get the Gillians attention to focus on who shot at him. About 30 yards away was none other than the Native American Quincy known as Tsume Washi as standing there, his Quincy Bow trained on the large and easy target that the Gillian was. The eagle heads where the arrows came out was smoking abit from the recent arrow shots.
"Your not going anywhere you miserable oversized worm."
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:07 am
Stark looked to the front immediately and took off running, he popped the wheels down his skates and gained speed before jumping over the fence. He aimed his hands at the Gilian and a blast of cerp fired, it wasn't that strong hell he hadn't even fully activated yet. It was just meant to push the Gillian away.
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