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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 5:19 pm
~Nora Levine~  "Cano tasay noni, cano nimono..."
"I know one, but it's not... really rock," said Nora as she felt her arm grow tired, "But it goes very, very fast. D-Does it have to be in German?" asked Nora as her eyes followed the ring.
'Round and 'round it went...
She knew a couple that weren't really opera, but could be passed off as opera-material... In a sense that it WAS classical and used in today's modern music...
But would that mean she HAD to sing in German for him? Or was it the song that connected the two? She had to ask.
"... Valmay sahano NADAAAAAAAAA!!!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 5:32 pm
  MARCUS FAUST Strength is not in defense... The face glared at the wielder through the metal, "I can do English, German or Dutch... Just something heavier, please, I can't keep up with what you are singing, the genres' are clashing too much and we are gonna wind up dying before we even start." His reflection left, allowing him to clear his mind, and wait for the next number. Please let it be something I know......but in ATTACK!!
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 5:41 pm
~Nora Levine~ "Cano tasay noni, cano nimono..."
'Darnit!' she thought, biting her teeth together as she tried to think of a song.
... She guess Der Freischütz would have to do again. This time, though, she'd sing 'Das Wild in Fluren und Triften' instead. Something uplifting and righteous.
"Mein SOOOOOHHNNNN!" she sang, lifting the sword up yet again, "Nur MUUUUUUUUUTTT! Ver GOTT vertraut BAUUUUT gut!"
She waited, silent as she processed what effect it would have on Marcus...
"... Valmay sahano NADAAAAAAAAA!!!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 5:50 pm
  ________
Seven just kept on giggling. She smiled, not moving an inch from her spot as she twirled the ringblade around and listened to their conversation? Kill them? Oh no, that was silly. She couldn’t kill another student and get away with it! She’d get in serious trouble! And then they’d get expelled, and she didn’t want that. But she did want some fighting already! Goodness, she was so bored! And they were arguing about song choice? Icky, icky! She smiled maliciously, and suddenly jumped forward, swinging the spinning blade right in Nora’s direction!
Now, she didn’t want this to hit. She didn’t want any of her attacks to hit. These guys weren’t all that synched up yet, and she could tell. She wasn’t going to hurt newbies! Scratch them up a little, maybe, but just for fun. The girl could dodge that last attack with little problem. She just wanted to scare her a little.
Or a lot.
“Hehe!” She giggled.
“Your luck’s wasting awaaaaay!”
Lucky Seven and Rydel Platt
a psychopath and her metal hula hoop
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:07 pm
MARCUS FAUST Strength is not in defense... Marcus's rage began to pick up, she had chose yet another slow song, and worse one he had never heard, they would definitely need more work. A flash of light exploded from the handle of the blade as he turned back into his human form, out of her hands, with his forearm still the blade of the saber. He held it at an angle that would block their attack, "I'm done, this is just going to end bad, we have just met and have not had any time to sync up that well yet. Maybe another time." His tone was calm but his expression was full of rage, but mainly towards himself, expecting to be able to fight so soon after meeting the girl. ...but in ATTACK!!
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:12 pm
~Nora Levine~ "Cano tasay noni, cano nimono..."
Nora bite her lip as she felt herself fall off her feet and to the ground as she looked up at Marcus and frowned, disappointed in herself.
She was angry. Not only toward's what was happening, but toward herself. They just couldn't connect. But she wanted to try... Try so hard that it made her blood boil...
"... Can we please go home?" asked Nora as she lifted herself up, her eyes hard and steeled, "There is much to be done, I fear. With our wavelengths..."
"... Valmay sahano NADAAAAAAAAA!!!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:29 pm
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Seven’s smile dropped. She cocked her head to one side, confused, and finally let go of the ringblade, allowing it to drop back onto her shoulder—and the spinning stopped instantly.
“Whaaaa…..?” She whined, clearly upset. But she seemed to shake it off as Rydel changed from his weapon form back to his human form. He seemed to be a bit relieved. Yes, he was a scary ringblade. That didn’t mean he liked cutting people to ribbons when there was no real reason for it. Seven shared his logic at least part-way. Once the shock of the battle being over left the little pink-haired girl, she smiled widely and ran up to Nora.
“Wait, wait! You can’t just go yet! You positively reek of luck, you see! Look! Look at your glasses! Just the perfect shade of red. Exactly the same as the red dye used in making playing cards! What’s your name?” She chirped, extending a hand to help the girl up.
While she did that, Rydel looked toward Marcus. The German was a lot taller than he was. Rydel was intimidating in weapon form, but he was anything but that in human form. The opposite, actually. Just a small, thin little British kid. He didn’t say anything, and instead just nodded at the other boy as a sign of respect, then went back to watching Seven.
Lucky Seven and Rydel Platt
a psychopath and her metal hula hoop
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:39 pm
~Nora Levine~ "Cano tasay noni, cano nimono..."
"... N-Nora," said Nora as she fixed up her glasses a bit, "A-And I wouldn't say I was lucky... I'm terribly superstitious, actually," admitted the young girl with a blush.
They didn't seem so bad; but still, what had happened... really upset her. She wanted her and Marcus, her weapon, and to deal with it and work it out as partners. Maybe listen and share about one another's songs... She was sure she'd like the songs Marcus liked...
"... Valmay sahano NADAAAAAAAAA!!!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:43 pm
MARCUS FAUST Strength is not in defense... The German nodded back at the boy, "how long have you two been partners? Its obvious you have been together for a while to be that connected on a soul level." His lazy expression still looking at the two girls, wondering what crazy bin that the pink haired one crawled out from under. ...but in ATTACK!!
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:58 pm
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Seven’s face lit up. Superstition! Oh, perfect! That was right up her alley!
“Oh! We’ll get along just fine then! That must mean you believe in the lovely lure of luck, yes? Hehe, perfect! I knew it! I knew right when I saw you, you just had that lucky aura! My name’s Lucky Seven. This is my partner, Rydel.”
“Isn’t he cuuuuuuuute?” She squealed, grabbing Rydel by the arm and pulling him so close that their faces were touching.
“I mean, seriously, look at the eyes on this baby! I wouldn’t even believe he was a boy if I didn’t know for a fact that he has a-“
“…S-Seven!”
“What? What did I say?”
Rydel was roughly the color of an overripe tomato at this point. He didn’t handle a lot of attention well. Especially not when Seven insisted upon making that sort of comment. He desperately tried to regain his composure, looking at the ground to avoid eye contact with the other pair.
“A-Anyhow…we’ve just enrolled here. But to answer your question, Sir, we’ve been together since we were children.”
“Six years, six years! And it was my mother that brought us together! The great and powerful Lady Luck!” Seven cut in, punching her fist into the air triumphantly.
Lucky Seven and Rydel Platt
a psychopath and her metal hula hoop
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 8:19 pm
MARCUS FAUST Strength is not in defense... Marcus gave a smile, no wonder they worked so well, they have had six years to perfect it. He gave a sigh and started for the end of the alleyway, "Well, it is getting late, and we need to get Nora's room in order, so I'm gonna go ahead and go... Come on Nora..." He said, exiting the alleyway only to nearly decapitate something with his leg, he looked down to noticed a bluish white headed boy. ...but in ATTACK!!
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 8:26 pm
 Ame Retsu Can't we just...
As Marcus stepped out of the hallway he bumped into a small boy; well the bump was more like a tackle due to there size differences easily knocking the boy over and sending him crashing to the concrete ground below him. The small boy making a yelping sound that makes imagine as though you had stepped on a small puppy.
...Stay inside?
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 8:44 pm
MARCUS FAUST Strength is not in defense... The German just looked at the small boy, he was unsure of the age of the child due to the size of the boy. He reached a hand down to help the puppy boy back up, "are you ok little guy?" He asked, waiting for Nora. ...but in ATTACK!!
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 8:53 pm
Ame Retsu Can't we just...
Ame looked up at the boy who stood in front of him, although he called him 'little guy' He didn't bother to say anything about what he said. "...ummm.... yeah; thanks" He said looking up at the boy who stood before him. He then took the boys hand and pulled himself up, the top of Ame's head barely reaching the boys shoulders.
...Stay inside?
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