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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:45 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Faustina's body tensed up, her eye growing wide and her blush deepening, her heart leaping up to lodge itself in her throat as he leaned closer to her. He really wasn't all that older than her, or at least she didn't think he was, and aside from her fathers pretty much all of her male encounters this close had been aggressive and in the heat of battle. But here...like this...with his cloak about her shoulders...
She swallowed and forced her gaze down from the face so close to hers. It took quite a bit of effort, but she finally found herself able to process his question and slowly construct a sensible response. She considered the few things they had talked about and what little she had gathered of the man--a task that did nothing to help her flustered state. What did she think?
Her tongue licked her lips, then at last she murmured, her young voice fragile and soft, "...to feel alive..."
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 6:02 pm
He leaned back after giving the girl a good tease, a simple smile on his face.
"That might be it." The swordsman would reply. Certainly, the swordsman would seem to be hiding his reasons for why he fights. But with the girl, the swordsman did not find it necessary to pour all of his own feelings or personal stories out for someone that he has yet to really make bonds - or acquaintences - with.
Even if it was a girl, whose rosy cheeks and shyness would most likely melt any hardened fighters in the world of Gaia.
There are some secrets that are better left secrets. Even if it might feel better if he simply told someone about it.
And for the swordsman...
There are certain things that are better left buried within him.
"Still feeling cold?" The swordsma asked, rubbing his hands together. "You know, there's always the option of just sharing body heat, if that'll make you feel better..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 12:16 am
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
...aaaaand she was done. Knowing her face had probably turned into a tomato, Faustina suddenly spun around, her eye wide as she exclaimed probably a bit too loudly, "N-No! Th-th-that won't be n-necessary!" Her brain was litterly scrambled, caught completely off-guard by the suggestion and now bombarded with various images she was not used to imagining. She bowed her head a bit, another attempt at hiding her intense blush, desperately grasping for coherant thought to spew together into a somewhat passable response. "I'm f-fine now. Thank you very much for your help! Ah..."
The girl lifted her head, hurriedly glancing left and right in search of something, her mouth continuing to ramble on. "D-do you think the ceremony's over yet? I should probably get back to my dad. I don't want him to leave without me..."
Daring another look over her shoulder at the man behind her, she couldn't help but defeatedly think, ...Man...why did we have to train out in the wildernes?! I'm a total WRECK around boys...Why am I like this?!
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:31 pm
The swordsman merely tilted his head, giving a light shrug at the change of topic. "Well, you should better hurry then. When I left they were already making their wishes, and..."
He glanced over, at where all the faint noise of crowds came from the ceremony, far away.
"....I think they're almost done."
Glancing back, he eyed Faustina's back for a bit as he watched her turn her head back to look at him.
"Also - I'm assuming you're fond of my cloak?"
Since the temperature should be back to normal around them, and the fact that the cold should have disappeared by now...
If she wasn't fond of his cloak, then how does that explain her hands clutching onto his cloth so tightly, which he had worn for quite a while in his travels?
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 8:50 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Faustina blinked a moment before realizing that yes, indeed, she was still clinging to Snow's cloak. "Ah!" she cried, hurriedly removing it from her shoulders and spinning around to face him again. She gathered the cloak carefully into both her hands, then bowed and presented it with soft appologies. "I'm sorry! Thank you very much for letting me borrow it..."
She would remain like this until Snow retrieved his cloak, only then lifting to a stand, cheeks still rosy though significantly less so. She glanced over him again, then turned her head back over to the stadium. "...I...ah...I suppose I should head back, then..." Another pause, and then she asked softly, hesitantly, "...I take it...you won't be returning to the stadium...?"
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 11:09 pm
It was kind of...
He can't really find a correct word to describe her shyness. It was something akin to amusing, but in a more casual, friendly manner. Reaching out to grab his cloak, he gave a brief nod to her politeness before wearing it again - the thick textures of the cloth offering a familiar feel to his body once more.
"You're welcome." He then responded with a slightly odd tone, wondering if this strange...feel that he's been experiencing is because of his other origin, the demonic Incubus that makes up half of him in flesh and soul. Was it responding in a faint manner because of a continued female presence to him?
No. He was pretty sure that the vast majority of his Incubus side was completely sealed by Genkai, who he had met, years ago. Being restrained into a near human, with just a unfruitful amount of energy that he once possessed...
It must be his imagination then.
"Hm, well..."
The swordsman glanced at the stadium, where the dispute of events should still be going on. Losing Arian, his teammate back there when he was still blind and whatnot...
"...I guess I should head there as well, to see if my teammate is still there. Now with some vision this time, thanks to you - "
His eyes glanced back at Faustina, a smile on his face. " - It shouldn't be that hard to find her amongst the crowd. So!"
The swordsman got up, giving a light gesture at the stadium. "Shall we?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 7:36 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 7:57 am
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
The teenage girl's heart swelled with joy as Snow once again thanked her, her pride gleaming brightly in her emerald right eye. She even took on somewhat of a grin, quite pleased with herself for having helped him so and being appreciated thus. Faustina struggled to contain her excitement, to capture the butterflies that had broke loose in her stomach, restraining herself to a single nod and a soft reply of, "Yes, let's!"
However, as she at last drew her attentions away from her companion's pleasing physique, another seemed to have appeared beside them. The girl was a bit startled by the presence, having not noticed the woman's approach. Somehow, the woman reeked of "danger," putting Faustina on edge as she turned to face her. Her eye darting all over the red-clad woman, she at last found the courage to hesitantly ask, "...May I help you?"
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:52 pm
The presence of a new persona on the field gave the swordsman a light tingle, the sensation spreading from the back of his waist up to his neck in a feline fashion. The swordsman knew the feeling fairly well.
Another person is on the scene, and the ominous mood that the persona is releasing certainly gave the swordsman a fair bit of warning - a cautious, alert sounding off from the back of his mind.
"..."
With Faustina sensing the same ominous presence, the swordsman didn't care to reveal any form of intent from his side. He's not in a condition to fight, despite the display he had shown a moment before in clearing out most of the fire here. With a body that would not hold itself up for long if he strained...
It was best to avoid an unnecessary fight unless he was forced to - his left thumb pushing softly against the tsuba guard on his left katana, as if readying himself to draw it in a quick flash.
"Come on," He said to Faustina, as if not sensing the danger coming from the psychopath, "I think it's time we left."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 6:58 pm
"Leave?"
"You cannot leave yet. I have not had my fair share of fun."
"You all got to fight in the tournament...and yet, I got no opportunity to spill any blood...you all enjoy your little ceremonies...while I am left here all alone...with no one to play with...with nothing to cure my urge for battle...alone...despair...aNNNGry..."
"...so consider yourselves...my chosen opponents. Who will win? HAHAHAHA! I do not know myself!"
"Draw your sword...I want to see you defend yourself...before I cut you up into pieces...I will show you...a true fire."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:33 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Faustina's emerald eye widened in face of the flaming sword, half in fright and half in fascinated awe. The girl swallowed, and she moved closer to Snow. The nerves began to build up, and her head began racing through panicked thoughts. She didn't know much about Snow and his mysterious abilities, but she had an idea, and assumed he didn't like flames. Certainly not after they ruined his eyesight! And on top of that...after the feat he'd just pulled...There was no way he'd recovered from that strain yet.
As for herself...while she wasn't at full energy, she was certainly better off than Snow was. It'd been a few days since the exams, so in that sense she was still fresh for a fight. Yet, just because she would probably fair better than Snow against this...odd person, that didn't mean she'd do well. She was still a very young fighter, what with only a year or so's experience under her belt, and there was no telling what tricks this basket case had up her sleeves!!!
Slowly, she lowered her head, keeping one eye trained on the woman as she murmured under her breath, "...if she attacks, go get Father." The most warning she gave beyond that was a sudden (though gentle) push against Snow's back as she broke into a run, more than willing to take Snow up on his offer...
...Get. Out.
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 10:38 pm
When the swordsman is right on something....he usually hates it for a reason.
The given scenario here certainly justifies why he hates being right, the mad women's psychotic amusement ruining the mood the swordsman had, despite his short recovery in eyesight.
Blinking a bit, the swordsman turned to face the woman in all her hellish delight, feeling the familiar burning aches that littered half of his burned body. The wounds groaned against his nerves, causing him to flinch briefly as if it was realizing what the swordsman was planning to do. Yet, having no other alternatives, and in light of having an innocent bystander nearby -
Even if the swordsman wishes to ignore this woman's instability, there's the problem of keeping the healer - in this case, Faustina - out of combat, or buy enough time for the young girl to make a run for it.
In this case, the soft push behind his back was enough to prompt the swordsman to take a simple step forward as Faustina then ran, immediately unsheathing the katana on his left hip before he brandished it with both hands, gripping the handle loosely as if debating on some odd thoughts.
"You people and your fires."
An obvious look of distaste clouded the swordsman's expression. Pointing the tip of his blade towards the madwoman's upper body, the swordsman went into a light Kendo stance - right leg a step forward, with the majority of the weight placed evenly onto his left leg for quick movements. The blade would be held right in front of his view, while he reduced the amount of movements he had to make, in account for his still-recovering injuries.
He won't be able to take an aggressive stance thanks to the burns on his body, and with the upper part of his left arm still recovering from a slash wound from the final round against Alan..
The swordsman would have to end this fight quickly when she attacks, before the strain is too much for his wounded body to handle.
"Based on gut feeling...I assume you're the one who started the fire in the park then? Under the 'guise' of your....fun."
An abrupt cold started to gather around the swordsman. Starting to gather and take in the moisture in the immediate vicinity, it was then that the swordsman gave a more...chilling presence.
"If that is true...I assure you. Your fun ends here."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:05 pm
 "I don't do what I do because I want recognition-"Arian was so pissed. Her side ached like a b***h where she was stitched up, and Arian was out of breath long before she should have been. It only made her angrier. Her body was conditioned to run for miles at face paces-but her stint in the hospital and her still healing body just couldn't do what it ought to be able to do.
Not to mention-Arian was more cautious. Out in the open, away from the crowds-she felt more vulnerable.
But her dwindling, as yet unvented rage kept her going forward at a rather impressive pace, even though Arian had started to lag, her speed not up to par.
She had no idea she was being led to some conflict. She was only just now starting to remember the s**t going down in the Arena. All Arian could think about was some stupid woman that had fired a FAKE arrow at her. An insult to Arian's pride.
Oh, someone was going to be sorry. Or at least-Arian would go down trying to MAKE them sorry."I do what I do because they've been wronged, and I want to make it right."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:57 am
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
When Faustina realized Snow wasn't following her, she suddenly skidded to a halt, head whipping around to stare at Snow with something akin to fright. "Snow!!!" she cried out, knowing full well he was not in the condition to be fighting!
And yet, before she could say more...it was cold. That same, eerie chill began creeping back to her, bringing her tail to huddle close to her body, her arms to wrap about her waist. Her lip began to shake a bit, and she knew she had to get out. She wanted to help...but how could she possibly do so in this cold?
Gritting her teeth, she spun back around and continued running. She had to find help! Snow simply wouldn't last very long, and it seemed to her that the crazed woman he was about to fight was quite prepared to fight to the death! She ran and ran back towards the stadium, happy with the warmth that accompanied the task, her eye searching desperately for aid.
There!!! It was surprisingly convenient that some other person just so happened to be running her way. And not just any person, but one of Snow's and Father's teammates, Faustina realized! Relief swept through and calmed her distress, and she quickly turned her feet towards the person. As she ran, she threw her hands into the air and began waving, simultaneously calling out to her, "Hey! Miss! Please...Snow's in danger!!!"
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 9:01 am
"You want to end my fun?"
"But why? Why would you want to ruin MY fun? I have not had any fun in ages! You cannot do that! I will not let you!"
"Heh, no matter. You can try if you like. Hm?"
"Irony, right? You can use cold-based abilities. But...we all know that ice cannot stand up to the unbearable scorching tension of HEAT."
"This island is about to become HELL ON EARTH."
Hellfire required little to keep active. It could last a lot longer and was potentially hotter. There was the "supernatural" property added to it that completed its different nature, and Snow may likely feel this. He will feel that the power she possessed was closer to the feeling of this impediment of darkness descending onto the very atmosphere around them. As if the gates of hell itself had opened up and released its frightening presence of death and sadism.>
"Before I could not use this weapon without constraint because my soul was at risk. But who cares for their soul? If it means more power, then I will clearly sacrifice such an existence to become which I have always wanted to be. The ultimate killer!"
how long could he last?>
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