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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 6:17 pm
Mamoru had jumped at Luren's reaction and noting who it was that had come through the door. Wide eyed with this scene. Ryu raising an eyebrow raising his hands like in mock surrender. "ooh hoo...you're all hot and bothered now aren't ya...If I wanted this room woulda already been in shambles..." meaning he woulda already been attacking. Sighing, "would one of you mind explaining things..." looking to miyan and the seiryuu as he came to the kitchen.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 5:22 pm
 ℳɪყαℵ Air for Energy₪ Water for Imagination ₪ Fire for Passion ₪ Earth for Loyalty Just because I am O V E R A C T I V E
Does not mean I am not R E L I A B L E
Just because my strategies are not P L A N N E D
Does not mean they do not W O R K ๑¸.••´´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´´¯``•• .¸๑
Luren's eye's narrowed, flashing red, as he let Ryu know what he thought of that statement, as the room began to warp at his command.
"You give yourself far too much credit." the Shaper responded, his magic already beginning to flood the area, and Miyan let himself marvel over the control Luren showed. The area where Mamoru and himself were in, meaning by the appliances, was unaffected, while the other areas looked like someone was playing with clay.
And then Seiryuu came in, his mouth falling open at the sight of the room, before he registered the situation.
"Luren. It...please fix the room. He is no enemy." he said, as he began to approach the elf.
"Yeah...he...uh...he's related. To me. Can't be all that bad, right?" Miyan piped up, looking a bit nervous. He was berating himself, as well, as he should have seen this coming. Luren had only see the nastier side of his uncle, and most would react as he had. Well...either that or by running away or fainting, or something of the sort. Luren had more courage than he had credited the frail elf with.
"...very well" Luren replied, as he reversed the effects of his magic, before ordering his constructs to stand down. The knife was returned to the rack, and he turned his back on them.
๑¯``•• .¸¸.•´´¯``•• .¸¸.••´´¯`•.¸¸.••´´¯๑ Just because I am F R I E N D L Y
Does not mean I will not F I G H T
Just because I am P R O T E C T I V E
Does not mean I cannot be H U R T
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 6:16 pm
 Crevan Ryu Kurochi A black dragon.... Ryu chuckling, "Mhm nice trick..." Leaving it at that before he had the elven male getting more outta hand. Crossing his arms looking to Miyan and Seiryuu, "What they said...I'm no threat, unless there's a reason to be." meaning someone trying his patience. "I'm his uncle...but hadn't realized it until a little while ago...that's when you found us in the room and hothead here got the wrong impression." Smirking reaching and jokingly pat Seiryuu's head, giving him a quick wink the others hadn't seen as he was thinking back on his sneak attack kiss. Mamoru had gotten nervous with the situation before and luckily Luren had the control where he wasn't manipulating the area around Mamoru, no need to start the shadows acting up again from the boy's panic. Letting out a relieved sigh, giving a waried glance at the elder dragon before turning back to cooking. He reached and pat Luren's shoulder assuringly, as he stood near. Giving him a smile to try and lighten the mood as things felt tensed again. Going back to cooking he moved quick so things weren't burning since everything looked done. So he plated everything, seeming to have enough for them all. Because he'd made an extra steak dish in case any of them wanted extra but then it seemed it was to go to Ryu now...that they'd added one to their party here. He grabbed the plates, moving them to the bigger table. "U-uh...well...s-since everything's...uh relaxed now...dinner is served?" shrugging saying it questioning since he didn't know what time it was really. ....with even blacker blood.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 6:30 pm
A warrior does not fight for his life
He fights for the lives of those who depend on himϛҽɩɍӌϑϑ A warrior will not overlook the poor
He will share his meal with them Luren's shoulders stiffened, and he almost whirled on the dragon. Regardless of how pacifistic he was, he had more blood on his hands than any realized. Even if he justified it as not being in control of his actions, he had been the one to murder all of those lives...he relaxed, as Mamoru patted his shoulder, and shook himself out of his thoughts. They would do no good now, so instead he focused on helping set the table.
Seiryuu leaned away from the touch, scowling, as he did his best to ignore the soft whisper of an idea...one that said that he wasn't exactly completely against Ryu touching him. He turned a faint pink, as Ryu winked at him. 'Augh! You are not some noble's daughter, mooning over some prospective husband! Stop acting like it!' he growled mentally to himself, as he fought the idea, mental picture and all, back down. He moved to seat himself, but somehow his brother - the little traitor - had managed to squash him between himself and Ryu. A warrior is not a man of war
He is a man of peace
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 10:29 pm
Crevan Ryu Kurochi A black dragon.... Mamoru was glad to pull Luren's attention off Ryu for the moment so the dragon wouldn't anatagonize the healer more. As Luren set the table, he set out the food on plates for everyone, fidgeting a bit once it was all set and he put out glasses of water and didn't know what else. "Uh...Well...enjoy." Smiling a little motioning to the food for everyone so they could eat now. Sitting and waiting on the others. Ryu smirking pulling a chair out for Seiryuu, "here ya go," obviously teasing him being all randomly gentleman like to see how he'd react. And smirked even more with Miyan basically assisting him making these moves on Seiryuu. ....with even blacker blood.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 6:06 pm
True S T R E N G T H is being able to hold it all together
-----When everything else is falling apart around you
True C O U R A G E is not being unafraid in the face of fear
-----It is being utterly terrified and facing fear head on  ℒϑℛℇℵLuren dropped into his chair, rubbing at his temples. He felt a migraine coming, one induced by the recent exposure to Ryu’s madness. Miyan smirked along with his uncle, as Seiryuu fumed. The swordsman would have refused, but his brother had taken the only other seat. Of course he had to take a seat…so he dropped into the offered one, and bit his tongue in an effort to not do something stupid.
“Thank you. I could have done that myself.” He said, instead of some of the other things he wanted to say. He heard Miyan snort, and he gave his brother a withering glare. Which Miyan avoided by burying his face in the food.
“Thanks for the food! It’s great, how did you do it?” Miyan asked, turning to the other two, ignoring the feeling that Seiryuu was going to kill him later. True strength and courage is what makes true H E R O E S
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 9:06 pm
Crevan Ryu Kurochi A black dragon.... Ryu smirking hearing Miyan snort to Seiryuu's reply. He had no smart remarks to Seiryuu this time. Almost tempted though to pat his head and say 'good boy' since he took the seat without issue when Ryu pulled it out for him. But he figured he'd give him a break for now. Mamoru nibbling a few pieces and looked over at Miyan as he questioned. Blinking giving an innocent blank stare he looked at everyone "U-uh...I'm not really sure...When we got in here I was just kind of moving without thinking...got the food and the pans and whatever I needed and started cooking...I don't recall having ever cooked something before now but it just sort of came to me." Shrugging, not realizing this was yet another odd answer that'd have the others staring confused at him. He didn't realize he was just drawing these things from Ren. Like motor memory. ....with even blacker blood.
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