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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 9:59 pm
((Blood type and life expectancy? Type AB Negative amd..well..as long as one could hope with her lyfestyle ne? ))
::Teeth caught her lower lip again as noone answered. Seeing as she wasn't in the mood to interact with people. {She'd had a rotten day so far} She decided looking for... well whoever was currently in charge.
One hand gripped the shoulder strap of her bag and she headed across the Dojo Training area, doing her best to attract minimal attention. Naturally this didn't go as planned and as she entered the door to one of the backrooms {She was still looking for someone to help her} The strap across her back that held the long silver handled scythe in place, snagged and her foot caught on the edge of the handle and she tripped with a loud curse and face planted onto the floor.
She hit the floor with a resounding thump:: Bugger!
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:02 pm
*Cough*
*Mr. Ghost coughed loudly from the training room.New person he supposed.Seeing as 9 was out,and Focht was moat likely prisoner,and everyone else was out,he assumed chain of command fell onto him.Not like there was much commanding to do.His voice rang out at moderate level to the new person.*
You'll find rooms are upstairs.Locked or occupied have been chosen,the rest are up for grabs.Choose which ever you wish.There is a kitchen and a few other things about.Enjoy your stay...and don't worry about the paperwork just yet.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:28 am
9 slowly walked in as she did her best to hold focht up. She was shaking in fear after seeing how back Focht was. 9 laid on the couch then ran to get the med kit and warm wet rags. As gently as she could be 9 started cleaning him up. She didn't touch his missing ear nor did she touch his face.
"Oh god Focht... please live...."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 12:11 pm
His breathing is shallow and he smells of burnt flesh. There were 12 bullet holes around his torso and neck, a stab wound to his stomach, another bullet hole in his right sholder that still had the bullet in it, his left arm was dislocated, his right eye and side of his face were covered in a solid chunk of silver now, his right hand had been torn open from the center of his palm to the gap between his ring and middle finger, both of his ears were cut off. He was human so his tail was missing as well. He didn't try to open his eye and see who taking care of him. Focht's head rolled to the right, hiding the damaged part of his face and his missing eye. He was clothed only in his boxers.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 4:34 pm
9 sat up as she say Focht turn. She watched him closely, hoping that he was going to wake. Quietly she looked hit body over a few time, biting her lower lip as she started to get a good idea as to what Mastema had done to him.
She rolled Focht carefully onto his back as she gently grabbed his left arm and placed a knee on his chest. After getting him into position she gave his arm a quick jerk to pop it back into place. 9 winced at the sound of the bones grinding against each other as she did so. Gently she set his arm down as she stepped back and opened the med kit.
9 pulled out some surgical tweezers then moved back over to Focht. She looked over each bullet hole closely. She used the tweezers to help pull out any bullets that were in his body still. Each hole that she dug in got a little bigger and it made him bleed some.
Next she pulled out the stitch sets. She took a deep breath as she started sowing all his wounds closed. She still didn't touch his ears and she didn't miss with his hand yet. As she sowed him up 9 cleaned the blood that was felt away.
She looked at his hand closely. Taking two hand splints and lots of casting tape she wrapped it tightly. Not tight enough to cut off the blood but it would help stop the bleeding and hold the wound closed.
As she finished 9 sat back and looked Focht over one more time. She didn't want to touch his face or his ears. Maybe Kai or someone with healing powers could take care of that for her. She made sure he was cleaned, the wounds stayed freshly dressed, and covered him with a blanket.
"There... get better soon Focht."
9 cleaned up her mess, got some ice chips and took a seat next to him. She ran the ice gently across his lips to make sure he was getting some liquid back into his body.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:09 pm
Loki's body apears in a dark corner in the dojo.. its not really him, mearly a spirtual form of him.
hmm....
he stays in the corner looking about the dojo for a few seconds then walking about lokking more
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:12 pm
"Um.. hello may I help you?"
A girl asked as she stood up. She stayed infront of focht as she looked started at Loki.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:20 pm
the spirit looks the girl and smiles sweetly.
no i'm ok actcually... just making a stop by to check on things around here... My names Loki, id shake your hand but i'm a spirit for now.. you'll eventually get to meet me once i return.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:25 pm
"It's good to meet you Loki. I'm Cyrstal but you can cal me 9 if you like. Some people don't feel right calling me that so it's ok if you don't." ^_^;;
9 sat bak down and ran another ice ship over Fochts mouth.
"When will you return?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:42 pm
Darenos, a Drow elf, walks down the stairs from Matsuo's old room a book in one hand and a bottle of summer meade in the other. His golden eyes glistened in the light of the dojo. He looked at the girl talking to the spirit form of Loki and nodded to him, but returned his gaze to the girl.
"Hello, who are you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:46 pm
"I'm Crystal... or 9 ether name works for me."
9 stay as she tured to see who was addressing her. She stood up so not to seem rude as she looked the elf over.
"And you are?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:52 pm
9-Lives "It's good to meet you Loki. I'm Cyrstal but you can cal me 9 if you like. Some people don't feel right calling me that so it's ok if you don't." ^_^;; 9 sat bak down and ran another ice ship over Fochts mouth. "When will you return?" well not sure... at the moment i am on my way back to my conven... see i am a malkavian vampire with a bad rep with this coven of mine.. i killed some leaders and now they came to this dojo and threated to kill everyone unless me and my other friend Matsuo left with them, reason they wanted her was i saved her from certain death and i have been training her slowley.. she also grew a bad rep, but not as bad as mine.. they now intend on putting us on trial and well who knows from there.. But its truley nice to meet you Crystal
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:52 pm
The elf bowed slightly, his long white hair, now in a braid, moved slightly over his shoulder.
"I am Darenos, Matsuo's....Partner, I geuss you can say....And it seems to me you are not truly Nine that I knew...Crystal you say? Well Crystal shall be your name then..."
He said, his voice slightly ruff but smooth and calming, it had a weird tone in it, not really noticeable but still there. It seemed as if he was not truly talking himself but the earth around him was.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:57 pm
"No... I'm not the 9-lives that yoiu all knew. I have most of her memories and that is it. I don't have her skills or power. Some say I ack alot like her.. but I really wouldn't know."
She turned and looked to Loki and titled her head
"Well.. do be careful."
A shadow flowed into the room and up the far wall as a devourer entered slowly. It's a massive creature and very bit as evil as it looks. It is a tall skeletal figure with strands of flesh hanging from it's bone. Imprisoned with in the creature's rid cage is a tiny figure, clearly in agony. It was the trapped essence of it's last opponent in whish is consumed like fire wood to sustain the monsters unholy life.
The shadow hissed before it started to speak "Is your leader here yet? We wish to speak with him. It's your last chance to make a deal."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:59 pm
Darenos turned to the Necromancer's reject spell and looked him up and down.
"She is not here...She is dead...now leave..."
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