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 Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:10 pm
He opens to door the only light coming from his forge and smith shop "yes"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:20 pm
We need to talk about that burn mark you left on my floor
*flaming temper*
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:24 pm
He chuckeled and went back thi shis smithy, obsidian skin glistening with sweat as he pulled a cherry red sword from the flames and set it on the anvil "and"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:32 pm
*follows him in*
Appearently you're new here. Let me explain some things to you.
1. Never mess up something that's not yours
2. Learn your place here and earn the right like everyone else
3. Never mess with Angels with Attitudes like mine you just might end up without a home or friends
one more word of wisdom, Pick you friends wisely and choose your enemies with care never know what power they hold
*hisses and walks away*
damned tender foot
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:36 pm
"nice meeting you too" his voice was hallow and uncarring for the words exchanged, his hammer blows rang out thrue the pitch dark room "close the door if you would please"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:42 pm
I don't ever go throught the doors i enter unless their my own
*opens my own gate*
Look Kid, I liked you at first don't screw it up on yourself. A friend in me is a friend for life. The choice is yours to embrace it or to let dust settle upon it. Pick wisely.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:48 pm
"I came to this world during th first reat crusade. and since then i have lived among all kinds and i have learned one thing: I am meant to be alone." his hammer falls never stopped as he molded and shapped the blade. "i have collected and made eapons and armor of suck power i could never give them up. this forge is the only thing i can trust. so i am sorry if i have angered you. but simply i have come to not care for anything even my self. i shall repair the floor within the hour."
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:00 pm
A soft padding sound precedes the sound of the door swinging open. A purple fox with two white tipped tails walks in, a clear plastic back of cookies hanging from its mouth. It moves closer to Bones, but stops far enough that it won't get in the way before sitting down.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:02 pm
*turns on my heel*
Bones this place is a family we work together to protect each other not all of us get along. But when it comes down to it we have each others backs. I was once a loner too, my life started in Heaven as the Gate Guardian, traveling from place to place not settling down. I came here to rest. Here I met my brother, Voro, i'm sure you've met him already. Much later my brother got married to my friend Suri. When he did I was going to return to the high road when I met my husband Rin. I've come to call this place home. I'm sure you will find the one for you given time and effort. To make it here you must trust someone for we aren't simply friends but family. Here you are welcomed as a Brother. We all need someone at one point. Don't worry about the floor I'll take care of it. Welcome home, Brother.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:06 pm
He never looked up to look at the fox instead stoped his foot hard and a great dais and cussioned seat rose from beneath the sitting fox. it was made of pure silver and wite gold. ivy and flowers etched in black metals. "welcome to my abyssal home. if you need anything just think on it and it will form to your liking. and it is nutrishois" he went to billows to heat the blade p his silver maskk lighting up as it reflected the light from the fire.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:08 pm
"thanks you... Sister of the seventh gate"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:12 pm
It curls up in a ball, letting go of the bag so it stands in the center, closing its eyes to rest.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:15 pm
he began to hammer again curving the blade , with each strike he bean to sing, his voice deep and melodic. he had sung this Viking song many a time as he worked. it was the perfect song when he was working becuase the song was not very lon but it sort of repeated its self in a way so it would never end. and when imed with hammers it would give the impression of a battle song.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:22 pm
*laughs lightly*
Not of the seventh gate but the Tweleve Gates of Heaven
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:53 pm
he lifts the blade to inspect it and nodds as he heats it up one last time ontinuing his song as he watched the resting Kitsune with unwavering eyes. as he plunged the blade into the oil it hissed loudly and steamed and slamed as it was quenched. he rested it against th eside as it coold in the oil and wiped his forhead, he looked over at the woman and then grabbed a srew driver and began to take the screws from his face, setting them carfuly down as he too the screws out.
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