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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 2:25 pm
Zaine had lept back as soon as he felt his attack land, staggering as his hip releases a fiery sensation to his nerves, gritting his teeth Zaine forces himself to stand upright, just in time to hear Rokera's words and see him summon a vast amount of Reiatsu. "Damn, I'm really impressed!" he exclaims, sending large amounts of reiatsu to his hand, "Let's give'em a hell of a light show!" he says joyfully, unleashing the enormous energy he had stored as his opponent swung.
Suddenly the whiteness contracted, moving inword and ending in a massive explosion, decimiating the area surrounding it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 4:19 pm
Pain.
White. The color of the sky. The color of the earth. The color of existence. Rokera stood, his joints locked in agony, trying to escape this pain. It grew, and grew, threatening to consume him; threatening to smother the flame of his existence. There was no sound, as the rock shrapnel sliced through his tensed tendons, as the flame licked his robes. Rokera just simply couldn't understand.
Stop.
His head turned, eyes wide, pupils tiny pinpricks in an orb of mist. His hazy mind could pick up a vague shape. It looked...tattered. As if it were wrapped with old, worn bandages.
You will not die.
The white burst into color, the chaos and noise around him returning. He could feel the warmth of his blood running down his body, the ache of his broken shoulder, the simple taste of the acrid air after the explosion.
He was quartered back on his legs. Somehow, instinctively, he had thrown his hands into the earth around him, grabbing ahold of something solid to avoid being blown away. The fire on him smoldered, but he didn't give notice.
Slowly standing up, he groaned with pain. He cast his gaze on Zaine, his face serious. A funny noise escaped his tight mouth. It happened again, but louder. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, doubling over in comedic agony. He looked up, and pointed at him, tears in his eyes.
"Hahhaha...hah..heh...phew. You amuse me sometimes, Zaine." The shinigami looked down at his robes, viewing the tattered mess with the same humorous light. He smirked. "You're going to have to explain this mess to Rokera for me, alright?" He bowed slightly, his smile still remaining. "Goodbye."
Rokera fell backwards, thudding into the dirt. He groaned, feeling the pain in his body. He sat up, his misty eyes complementing his goofy expression. "I blacked out again, didn't I?" He looked around, genuinely surprised. "Hey, what the hell'd you do to this place?" His gaze eventually wandered over his robes. He yelped in suprise. "Aw, come on! I gotta fix all this? Honestly, what did you do while I was gone?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 4:36 pm
(Very nice post my friend...................*Feels shame* XD)
Zaine coughs, clearing dust from his throat. "Damn, that was one hell of a boom." he says aloud, looking around he sees Rokera doubled over in laughter, telling him to explain to himself what happened and then passing out. "Too damn strange, oh well." Zaine attempts to stand, falling two time before succeeding, immediatly regretting the action as pain shoots through his entire body. Looking down at himself he sees tattered cloths and cuts covering his body, blood slowly oozing from each wound. Looking at Rokera and hearing his question he shrugs and with a grin answers, "Hell if I know."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:35 pm
Rokera just, well, sighed. He wanted to know, yet, at the same time, he had his own suspicions about what happened when he blacked out. For one, it always happened during battle, when he was feeling very excited, hyper, and overall healthy. That certainly wasn't a reason for blacking out. Of course, then, he had his second guess. His eyes slowly slid down to his sword, somehow still bright and clean after the explosion. The blade briefly flared with a ghostly shimmer of white, fading as fast as it came.
It sent a shiver down his spine. Rokera got closer and closer to his sword spirit every day. And yet, he knew nothing about it. Not its shape, size, motives, personality, or even its name. He only had brief connections; feelings like he was being watched, or controlled by an external force, stronger than himself. It was just that; a feeling of pure strength, pure power, in an uncorrupted form. Pure power, however, is always a harbinger of evil; Rokera knew this, so every time he felt it brush his consciousness, the faint wisp of evil that followed was always expected.
With a sigh, he sat up. He was, above all things, curious. This was the first time he got to ask this question, after all. "Tell me," Rokera inquired, "How would you describe my personality and my general way of doing things during that spar of ours?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:51 pm
Zaine grinned wickedly, "Psychotic, happy, and angry. All at once." he states honestly "It was fun though so good match my friend." Zaine says solemnly and holds a hand out.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:04 pm
With a grin, Rokera accepts the hand. Of course, after hearing that response, he now had mixed feelings about his "psychotic" spirit. But still, he was polite enough to smile when being helped.
"Indeed. I enjoyed the exercise that I don't seem to remember." He dramatically groaned, holding his side. "I definitely feel it, though. Yeah, the burn means it's working, right?" He hissed through his teeth, pulling up his hand, covered in red. His smile faded, replaced with a little frown. His face had paled. "That, or I have lacerated burns. I think we should head to the Squad 4 hospital area."
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 12:05 pm
Zaine shrugged, not really minding the wounds now, though that may have been a problem "Ok let's go Rokera." he then bows beeply and says "Lead the way fine sir." and chuckles a little
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