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 Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:18 am
 Sakazuki's eyes closed as the light engulfed them both. In magic, such a flashy and intricate array was not something that was typically uncommon... Thus, it did not amaze Sakazuki nearly as much as it possibly would the next person. The entity spoke to her and she took a deep breath. This too, was no surprise... Most spells, sometimes even potions, required a verbal incantation or something of the sort to fulfill the act or 'seal the deal'. "Bakushi Sakazuki," She said without hesitation as she finally opened her eyes, wishing to lock gazes with her new (and rather sudden) magical ally to be as she prevented herself from saying anymore, lest extra words ruin the ritual. ===  Trusting Katsu's judgement, the woman gave a nod towards the 'leader' of the men. "Then if it isn't too much trouble..." Her eyes darted back towards the groceries near the edge of the camp. Though their origin were unknown, she merely assumed that some member of their party must've dropped them off... Despite being only wishful thinking, the Mayonaka allowed it to pass. "We will accept the act of you preparing lunch to prove your trustworthiness to us," she said firmly before she gave a nod of her head, as if to properly accentuate upon that which had been decreed by the illusionist. ===  "...Right..." The response, though delayed was just as much meaningful to the maid as any other oath that she had made before in her life. "If I don't see you in the finals... Then I really will kill you," she whispered, laughing slightly, almost nervously at her own bit of dark, if not, dry, humor which she had used in hopes of breaking the grim mood that she had brought upon them. Having Alice sad, for whatever reason, made her feel horrible as well... To a dreadfully guilty level too. ===  Menace's brow furrowed, her lips forming into a wavy line, as if she were afraid to actually smile on the matter, though her mood had improved slightly. They were unworthy of gazing upon her bare flesh, and admired her, even in this state... However did that mean Melona was indeed worthy of serving as her mistress? Again, thoughts did battle within her head and she marched on, as if hoping to run away from her mental conflict. She ignored the eyes upon her, instead hoping to retreat to the sanctity of whatever room held the food in this building. The aroma of spices and fresh soups tickled her nose and she froze in place, like a Pointer that had just recently directed itself in the direction of a possible quarry as she soon started towards the source, arriving soon, at the cafeteria. ===  Echidna smirked, finding Honehime's struggle to keep her innoence almost admirable in a way. "Oh? To feel a warm hand gripping that hard bone ever so roughly..." She mused, as if it were a fond afterthought before her gaze finally zeroed in on Honehime. "I would like for you to shed your clothing, Honehime. This'll be a special exercise, and I have no desire for you to ruin your clothing," she said all too seriously, though there was a certain ping of amusement in her voice as she addressed the matter. "I will accept no objections to this task." ===  So they were returning home... That seemed to be a point that both Miku and Haku seemed to exhibit as Neru listened. However, Haku's intentions seemed to be merely for the sake of avoiding the hassle of having to fight and such while Miku wished to learn more of the Kodahma Clan's techniques... Oh, there would most likely be no end to the list of mentors that would desire to have a chance to train the infamous Hatsune Miku! She shook her head mentally, but let out a sigh of defeat, as if she had little choice to surrender to the will of the other two. "I guess we'll head home then..." She said quietly, though it wasn't as if she had anywhere else to go. ===  "Very well! Now if you would follow me this way, I would like to observe and record your skills for my own data bank. After this assessment, it would be easier to process how your skills may be utilized in any upcoming missions." Even if robots were meant to be emotionless, it appeared that Pan really was trying quite hard to keep the top on a... Positive, manner. Optimistic, was the word that her internal dictionary had produced when she had left tags, searching for such a definition. "Please equip your usual armaments, V-13... Nothing that you're unaccustomed to." After all... Even in androids, they seemed to do best when armed with a weapon that suited their initial programming... Such was the case for Panzerkampf and her cannon. ===  Taking one napkin from a container, Shouko stuffed half of it into the neck of her shirt to make a simple dinner neckerchief as she looked over at Dizzy, evidently noticing her glance to the food as she gave a rapid, almost exaggerated nod of her head towards the Knight. "Please enjoy the meal, Miss Spirit," she said happily as she clapped her hands together, sparing a moment to shout a brief "Itadakimasu!" before she took another sandwich slice, a portion of it instantly disappearing behind a wall of white teeth several seconds later.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 7:33 pm
 Honehime's blush deepened noticeably at Echidna's all-too-unfortunate choice of wording. Her cheeks felt so inflamed that they could ignite at any second, that they couldn't possibly get any hotter. That assumption was shortly proven false, however, as her teacher told her to strip, and that she wouldn't take no for an answer. There had been no tone of voice that made it seem to be a joke, Echidna seemed fully serious. "B=but... but I..." She knew without a doubt that her pleas would fall on deaf ears, it seemed she had no choice. Was this what she had expected when she had agreed to train under Echidna, asked her to teach her and make her strong? Certainly not, but it seemed it was far too late for hesitation. Blushing deeply red, she slowly, hesitantly began to remove her outer layer of clothes, until she was clad in just her undergarments. Her hands moved to protect her modesty, and it was easily visible that her blush was not just on her face. "I-is this... is this enough?" (25087 words + 184 words = 25271 words)  Lieselotte took another step back as the swirling circle of light seemed to appear out of nowhere. Neither Sakazuki nor the newcomer seemed to think it's presence unusual, so she tried to not be unnerved by the unusual phenomenon. She watched as the ritual or whatever seemed to be drawing close to it's point of culmination. She had no way of knowing what the ritual was for, or what sort of effects it might have on her friend. At the very least, it shouldn't be a harmful effect. She hoped. She moved a little further back to make sure that she wouldn't be even close to stepping into the ring of light, knowing that her presence could very well screw up all of the effort already put into making it happen. So she remained further away, merely watching and waiting, to see what would happen next. (21491 words + 150 words = 21641 words)   Katsu had finally helped the clumsy cow girl back into her shirt, although even then, she was unable to stop Mei's shirt from revealing quite a bit of skin. Part of that was because it was very hard to find shirts the right size for Mei, and partly because she chose to wear shirts like that without realizing the sort of effect they could have on people. Mei yawned and stretched, and then looked around. Her sleep addled mind didn't even pick up on the fact that there were new faces in the area. Instead, she just turned back to look at Shuku and asked if it was suppertime. Katsu grinned and found a place to sit down to watch the unfolding scene. She had the feeling that watching the three young men try to do the cooking just might be pretty entertaining. (27961 words + 145 words = 28106 words)  Zenia had finished constructing the small device, and attached it to the wires of the phone in her temporary living quarters. The device was simple, a small keyboard and a text screen. She began typing. Not rapidly like people who had spent many hours practicing, but a steady enough pace. Finally, she sent her message, and waited. She didn't appear to be expecting the return message to arrive for a while, as she moved to a more comfortable spot, as she began peeling her clothes off. Now, while she waited on further orders, she would finally have the time to treat her injuries. She made her way to the facilities, and inspected the medicine cupboard behind the mirror. Limited, but it had enough of the basics that she could make do. Returning to the chair she had earlier sat at, she took a seat once more and began dressing her wounds. (7896 words + 152 words = 8048 words)  Melona smiled as she noticed Menace seem to calm down, glad that she had managed to help. After all, it wasn't any of the students ogling her that she really needed to worry about. No, it was the slime girl walking along just a few feet behind her. She followed quietly, content to let Menace lead. And soon, they found themselves at the cafeteria. It was a reasonably large room, plenty of tables and chairs set up, much like how any other cafeteria would at any other large institution. She looked around, and saw that there were still a few empty tables. Unless she missed her guess, Menace would probably want to eat at a table by herself. Maybe with herself, though? Either way, she pointed to one of the empty tables, suggesting it as a spot to eat. There wasn't too long of a line to be served, either, which was good. A Princess like Menace shouldn't be kept waiting! (10617 words + 164 words = 10781 words)  Despite the general gravity and seriousness of Airi's promise, it elicited a laugh from her young companion. Sure, it hadn't exactly been outright funny, but it was still kind of silly. But she did understand the truth behind the statement as well. So she nodded, and slowly got to her feet, stretching slightly before moving around to face Airi's front. "And the same goes for you! So, should we maybe try heading back to the ramen shop now?" She glanced back in the direction of the village. Trees obscured much of it from sight, but the very top of it was indeed visible through a break in the nearby branches. It wasn't a huge distance away, but it would take a little bit of walking. So far, Airi had held up well, hopefully this wouldn't be any different. And hopefully her bag would still be there, too. (10992 words + 152 words = 11144 words)  Haku nodded, glad that everyone seemed to be for the idea of heading back home after they were done here. It may have just been something that she had picked up from Miku, but she didn't really like seeing arguments, disagreements, or really even too strong of a difference in opinion. Of course, for Miku it was because she wanted everyone to be friends. For Haku, it was a bit more pessimistic of a reason. Each time that she saw an argument, she always wondered why it was her fault, what had she done wrong. And even if there was nothing connecting her to the argument, she would still think that same way, still feel that it was somehow, in some way, because of her. Luckily, none of that had happened. She glanced up again, and smiled slightly when she saw the waiter return, bearing a dish and headed straight for them. A moment later, her own meal joined the two already present on the table. Once the waiter had gone out of earshot, Haku felt confident enough to speak. "I apologize for making the both of you wait. Please, enjoy your meals. Bon appetit." She looked down at her own dish, seeing that it did look pretty good. It had been a while since she had had a real antipasto. Then again, it had been quite a while since she had had anything other than alcohol. A good change. (5955 words + 241 words = 6146 words)  V-13 processed what she had just been told. She was to follow Pan for a physical demonstration of her failure? She didn't see how that could make much of a difference this late in her doomed career. But an order was an order. So she followed as Pan led the way to where she would do so. Along the way, she was told to equip herself with her standard equipment. This brought up a small problem. Standard according to what practices? There was a basic set of weapons and gear that was supposedly able to be used by any of the soldiers within the service with equal proficiency. They were the so-called 'standard issue' equipment. Of course, V-13 wasn't very skilled with any of them. Then, there was her own set of gear. Even that, she wasn't too proficient with, but it was a slight, yet noticeable difference. She inferred that she was to use her own gear, to provide the best demonstration of what she could do. She stepped back slightly to give herself a bit more room to maneuver, approximately four yards square. If she was any closer to Pan when she brought out her gear, there was a chance, albeit a small one, that it's presence could pose an injury to her superior officer. So she stayed back, within a self-imposed safety limit. Only then did she prepare to bring out her gear. She returned to parade rest, and quietly spoke. "EX mode, activated." Several soft, whirring sounds emitted from her body as panels shifted and materials came forth from their storage compartments. There seemed to be more than what could really be stored within her, and even she didn't quite understand how it worked. It did work, so the question was left for another time, stored indefinitely in long-term memory. Finally, it was done. She stood there, quite the different picture from before. Before, she had looked basically human. Now, she was covered by shining armor in various places, including a full visor that hid her eyes and left a single red, glowing sensor to move across it's viewport. As well, she had weapons. There were a pair of long blades attached to her wrists, sticking forward several feet. As well, two more were on her thighs, pointed down over her knees. Eight more hung behind her, apparently suspended through some means. And finally, a thirteenth blade was actually set in the tip of her long braid. A number of blades equal to the numerical aspect of her designation. Coincidence, or planning? (3205 words + 437 words = 3642 words)  Etheldreda nodded solemnly as she heard Sakazuki speak her name aloud. That was one of the last required components of this Pact. Only one more required incident needed to happen to fully form their connection. "Then, Bakushi Sakazuki, I, the Pnakotic Manuscripts, do hereby form this Pact with you and agree to bind my magical power to yours." Upon finishing the words in a near chant-like voice, Etheldreda leaned forward. Without waiting to see what Sakazuki's reaction might be, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the Circe's. Their was no true passion in the act, it was a kiss required by a Pact, not a kiss of love. But a kiss it was, all the same. As soon as the kiss started, the light brightened until it was nearly too bright to see. Sakazuki would feel herself filled with magical strength, and her fatigue and injuries would disappear almost instantly. When the light cleared, it would appear that Etheldreda had vanished, and that Sakazuki had gotten a makeover. (2082 words + 173 words = 2255 words)  Upon being told that they could begin eating, Dizzy smiled. She even decided to not argue the title of Spirit, at least not for the moment. She first picked up a napkin and unfolded it in her lap, rather than the bib format that Shouko chose. Then she carefully picked up a sandwich wedge and took a small bite. Chewing slowly, her eyes widened at the wonderful taste. She quickly took another, more eager bite and began enjoying the sandwich in earnest. When her mouth wasn't busy with the repast, and fortunately not busy chewing, either, she did manage to speak again, commenting on how tasty the sandwich was, and asked if Shouko had made them herself. Out in the wilds, there wasn't too much preparation needed for food. The occasional washing if the berries had grown too close to the ground, but that was about it. Generally, Dizzy didn't eat meat. She wasn't strictly a vegetarian, she just didn't want to go out and kill animals for her meal. (2024 words + 175 words = 2199 words)
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 12:35 am
“Is this really necessary?”
“I believe it is… Even with our blade power, it would be nice if we learned a few of the techniques that the shinobi utilize as well so that when the time comes, we might fight fire with fire.”
“Are you saying that our way of fighting is obsolete?”
“No… Not at all… I mean… I merely thought it would be wise to learn a few of these maneuvers.”
“…I see.”
It was through that brief exchange of words with the village elder did Daimyo Tsuishi find herself at the front of the Shinobi Academy, her blade strapped to her waist as she stared at the building, almost in contempt. It was almost all to obvious that she had no desire to be in a place like this, though her gaze darted upwards as she was greeted by one of the Shinobi Instructors, who bowed to her slightly, as if reading that she was indeed a person who was due respect. “Do spare the pleasantries,” She said with an almost gruff tone to her. While of course, she was glad that he had bowed, the patience with this place was growing thin. “I would prefer we cut to the chase here… I have no desire to learn any ways of deception here at the moment, solely something that might actually be utilized in my ways as a warrior, though not as a ninja.”
The instructor crossed his arms as he assumed a thinking pose, cupping his chin between his thumb and his pointer finger, the latter finger moving up and down as if he were stroking some unseen goatee. “There are the Walking techniques… They aren’t too crafty…” He started slowly, hoping they would meet her requirements. After all, there was little deception behind them. It was merely the act of being able to walk on vertical surfaces as well of water… There was nothing particularly sneaky on the “OH MY GOD, YOU CHEATER!” sort of level, thus, he felt that it certainly would appease the desire of the mistress from Hidden Katana… Who, to him, was quite picky. However, he lacked the balls to actually criticize her behavior, especially since she seemed to be a child of power.
Daimyo Tsuishi was quiet as she mentally considered the option that had been placed on the table. Such advantages could be utilized, she considered, could be used without being considered underhanded. It stuck to her mental code. “I’ll give it a shot then,” she said shortly as she let out a sigh before she allowed herself to be lead into a nearby forest, past the endless rows of trees as they moved deeper into the woods until they arrived at an area with the woods diverged, opening to a small lake… However, its size was reasonable enough to be utilized for practice. With that said, she took a deep breath, listening in mild silence as her instructor explained… Though at the moment, she found herself only wishing to learn how to walk on water… She could always learn how fight on trees later, couldn’t she? After, it was not a matter of clinging to trees… She could run up them and chop them down just fine. With that, she took her chance once explanation time was over as she attempted to focus her chakra to the soles of her feet before she marched onto the water, walking onward… and onward… and onward. Once she was in the middle of the lake, she let out a simple sigh, and then returned to shore. Now to get her a** out of here.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 2:42 am
Beelzebub smiled and nodded as he was asked to prepare food, happy with the prospect of cooking once more. In Beelzebub's eyes anything that required him to work with his hands was more than worth the time and skill required for it. "It would be my pleasure, Zen, if you would please get Amon up and get me the bag." He said, standing from his previous kneeling position and walking over to the nearby tree, rolling his neck listening to the bones crack against each other. He took a step back falling into a delicate stance, rocking on the balls of his feet open hands held before him and activated his dance of the crane. He stepped forward, quickly jabbing an open hand towards the bottom most branches as a strangely sharpened bone grew forward lapping over his fingers to cause several clean cuts to the branch, splitting it into seven semi even cuts of wood. He reached down gathering them in his arms as he turned, walking back towards the group of people. He dropped the wood, looking over as Czernobog set his hands on Amon's chest, closing his eyes. After a short while Amon jumped, knocking Czernobog away and coughing before looking around and sighing, his breaths becoming heavy. "Amon, light this, we're cooking... correction I'm cooking now light this." He said, gesturing towards the wood. Amon gave him a glare before shaking his head, grunting as he sat forward holding his hand out a distance away from the wood, as if he were holding a staff out. From his palm seemed to grow a scythe, ornate in it's design with an intricate symbol on the blade. "Ignite." He commanded, watching the blade of the scythe explode into flames for a moment, easily catching a few of the pieces of wood, before flicking his wrist causing the scythe and ignition flame to disappear. As Amon was performing his task Czernobog had stumbled backwards, falling and closing his eyes, shivering, until the scythe was gone. Fire wasn't his forte... at all. Beelzebub noticed this discomfort from Zen and sighed they would have to fix that eventually... Amon was a fire user after all. Oh well, the Kaguya began reaching back to the base of his spine withdrawing several long 'rods' of bone laying them against each other to form a sort of fire grate similar to what a grill would look like and began digging through the nearby bag. He noticed a few food items, mainly some raw vegetables and other less perishable items, but what caught his fancy the most was a small bag filled with pecans, almonds, and some herbs, half of which were purely medical but the rest were more than capable of being used in a cooking situation. He reached over to his bag, a small satchel with a front section, opening the flap and pulling forth a package, wrapped in a light cloth with a wax coating on one side. He unwrapped it revealing several slices of meat, both pork and beef sitting next to a handmade icepack to keep the meat fresh. He reached into the main part of his satchel, withdrawing a metal disc no more than a quarter inch thick and a foot around. He set the disc on top of the makeshift grill, creating a cooking surface before laying the first few strips of meat onto it, listening as the edge of the meat began to sear and sizzle already starting to brown where the meat was making contact with the metal. Beelzebub started pulling out the nuts and spices, crushing and cutting them with his wrist bone blades before sprinkling it across the meat, both the strips still in line to be cooked, and the ones on the fire. He sat back, grinning as he examined his handiwork looking around at the people. He noticed the woman who was previously passed out had recovered, taking obvious note of how certain... features of hers happened to stand out. "Hello there, enjoy your rest?" He asked her curiously. Czernobog had been watching Beelz work smiling at his overplayed theatrics a lot of which were probably unnecessary, they had knives in the pack so most of the use of his bones was purely for show. He looked at the woman sitting up attempting at all costs to avoid looking anywhere but her face so as to avoid hitting an even deeper red with his blushing before deciding the best course of action would be to distract himself. He shifted his legs beneath them, restoring the blood flow with a mere thought before turning slightly to put him nearly facing Katsu and Shuku. "So... what made you three want to come to the academy?" He asked softly, looking at them for a moment before adding. "If you don't mind me being curious that is...". Amon was all the while laying on his side, cocking an eyebrow before grinning impishly as the sleeping one began to rise paying very close attention to the perfectly set woman before groaning slightly and running a hand along his chest, the spot where Beelzebub had driven his heel while driving Amon himself into the ground.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 8:26 am
 Hatsune Miku smiled and nodded. It'd been a while since they had been home, and it would be nice to be there once more. She knew the senseis would argue over who would train her, but it'd be for the same reason ash they did here, who would be stuck with having to teach the odd girl how to do this and that with the risk of going insane from how ADD she could act at times. She shrugged it off, not really caring too much about that. It was their issue (she was their issue), not her's. She'd live no matter who ended up stuck with having the "honor" of teaching her. She came out of her train of thought when she saw some one coming towards them out of the corner of her eyes. It was their waiter, and he had Haku's meal. She watched as the waiter sat down Haku's meal and thanked him for her before picking up her fork and nodding. "Bon appetit~!" She stabbed down at some of her food, having forgotten what exactly it was but knowing it had chicken in it, and taking a bite of it. What ever it was that Miku had ordered, it was really yummy!
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 5:53 pm
The chant was recited and Sakazuki watched, wordlessly as Etheldreda leaned forward and for a moment, their lips came together, and aside radiance that accompanied the magic, the Bakushi felt nothing... After it was not necessarily a romantic kiss; magic often expected strange things of those who attempted to evoke it's power... Sometimes, it didn't stop at a kiss and instead went 'all the way'... But of course, that was often for a few particularly dark rituals. However, thoughts on the kiss ceased almost instantly as power and energy surged through her, making the Circe almost cry out in surprise... And when the light faded away, she found herself alone... Or rather, without that magical text beside her. Her gaze wandered to her new clothes, silently making her criticisms before he eyes rose, looking towards her comrade, Lieselotte. === Shuku watched the group, hoping to overlook their work, though after a few seconds of watching it appeared that the group had very much, already gotten things under control. She gave a pleasant, almost relieved sigh as she realized that none of them seemed to be plotting anything particularly dastardly (or at least nothing she noticed) as she finally turned her back to the males, observing the conscious cowgirl as she smiled slightly. “Sleep well, Mei?” She asked, and then looked over towards the group for a few long moments. “Food should be ready soon,” she added, glancing over her shoulder again as a member of the male party once again found himself on the floor. === The conversation had strayed from the once serious air it held moments previous and Airi answered with a nod as she rose to her feet. “Yeah…” She felt that she could certainly make her way back to the village. With that, she gripped her scythe, the bottom digging into the earth slightly as she pulled herself to her feet. While she didn’t exactly feel ‘empowered’ and utterly energized by their conversation, there was something about it that had left the maid feeling refreshed as she walked along, back down the way where they had come. === Menace nodded her head, approving of Melona’s chosen spot. Though she had her moments when craved attention and admiration, those moments did not occur during mealtime, when she preferred to be in the presence of a select few to enjoy her scrumptious, gourmet delights in peace... As she got in line and her turn eventually came however, she frowned upon realizing that she would receive no such delicacies here. Instead, she was given a simple plate of food with contents no different than what could be found in the average bento box lunch. While of course, Menace was fine with it when she was on a picnic or something, but at the moment when her stomach was utterly craving something with an explosion of flavor? She doubted it would even satisfy her tummy as she grudgingly took the plate to her table, staring down at the individual pieces of chicken with both hunger and contempt. === With a gleeful glint in her eyes, it was Echidna's turn to be the voyeuristic one as she watched considerably younger girl shed her clothing as if it had once been a cloth cocoon of sorts. Soon, Honehime was nearly nude... Red, but seemingly unscathed for now. "Assuming that you have extra undergarments back at your camp, it shall suffice," she said, allowing the girl wear at leas that much. Meanwhile, she herself, then began to shed her armor, taking off the pieces bit by bit, revealing her own undergarments that had seemingly served as a second layer of clothing had practially traced the exact form and outline of her armor. With that said, she set her armor aside for now before she made a set of seals, the ground beneath them shifting as something appeared to appear beneath them, smooth scales now gleaming dully as the head of a massive snake was seen, though it now served as their training ground. Taking her sword, she walked past Honehime, aiming a horizontal slice across the trunk of the tree as, almost instantly a honey colored sap began to flow onto the smooth 'floor' in excessive amounts. It was at this point that Echidna slammed her sword into the trunk of the tree again, allowing it to become embedded in the wood as she left it there, facing Honehime. "Have you ever seen mud wrestling, Honehime?" It was more a hint, than an actual question... === Neru blinked watching as a plate of food was brought in and set down before Haku, the waiter than making a sad attempt of some accented phrase before retreating back into the kitchen. A silent FINALLY! rang through her mind as she dipped her spoon into her tomato bisque which, thankfully, was still warm as she set it to her lips, smiled slightly as the creamy soup coated her taste buds. Her side dish could wait… At the moment, her attention was certainly on her soup, though she did spare a moment to dip a breadstick into her soup. Again attention moved to them, though not because of their musical talent, but moreso the ravenous hunger that soon filled their area with the sound of metal utensils clinking against bowls and plates. === Analyzing V-13’s ‘battle form’, Pan had to admit that she was quite impressed. The android’s designs, while simply considered ‘modern’ nowadays as far as advancements in their clan’s technology went, made the Panzer herself, feel ultimately archaic. However, if they were to match up, she debated how such would go… It certainly defended on the circumstances. Pan was made for long range strikes while V-13 seemed to be useless unless she engaged someone in close quarters… Though she seemed to lack the grand thick body armor that most melee bots seemed to have. However, this seemed to fit into Pan’s plans excellently… If she were to be utilized for battles that would take place behind enemy lines, then certainly a blade would be best… Even if V-13 held such weapons in a rather excessive amount… “I would like to see your capabilities on the battlefield. Please meet me at the obstacle course within five minutes.” === “Of course! What good would an offering be if I simply bought it?” Then again, she bought the cakes… However, this did not occur to her as she gave a cheery nod. “I made it when I was back in town,” she said, happily accepting what she was already believing to be a compliment. Though it was nothing obscure… People were entitled to like good food, the Akimichi, especially so! Thus, for her to be gifted with the ability to good delights on her own, Shouko believed herself to be quite talented, in being able to satisfy herself… Or rather, her tummy. Same thing, right?
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 7:48 pm
Honehime sighed with relief that she was at least able to keep her undergarments on. Considering how shy she seemed, she likely would have fainted if forced to go any further than that. She watched curiously as Echidna performed a technique of some kind. A moment later, the ground shifted, as if something were passing underfoot. Moments later, a familiar scaled pattern appeared where grass should be. They were atop a snake, an enormous one. Was enormous even a big enough descriptor? She watched curiously as Echidna attacked a tree, causing copious amounts of it's sap to flow down fluidly. when asked about mud wrestling, she cocked her head, trying to think. She had heard the phrase, but she couldn't recall what it actually was. Wrestling, of course. And mud was involved, probably. But how? (25271 words + 137 words = 25408 words) Lieselotte continued to remain silent, simply watching. She blushed a little at seeing the kiss, perceiving it more emotionally than either of the participating parties. But nonetheless, soon the light faded. Her eyes widened as she looked at Sakazuki, seeing her new look. She looked revitalized, fully healed up and rested, like she hadn't just gone through a grueling fight with Zenia Valov. Amazing. Was that the power of the Pact? Her outfit had changed, too. The overall design seemed the same, but a little, different, somehow. Maybe the colors, maybe the precise cut and style had shifted a little. If she were a little closer, she would be able to notice that one of Sakazuki's eyes had gone red, like what a burst blood vessel might create, the entire sclera turning a rich crimson. What other changes had happened beyond appearance? (21641 words + 144 words = 21785 words) Katsu continued to watch as Beelzebub continued to work, showing surprising competence in the culinary arts. She had to admit, she was a little disappointed. She had honestly been expecting them to make a royal mess of things, to be utterly helpless with cooking outside of the most simple forms of preparation. But this was okay, too, since it meant their meal would likely be very tasty. In that case, she could forgive his skill. This time at least. As long as veal wasn't on the menu. Meanwhile, Mei nodded eagerly at Shuku as she finished waking up. "Yeah, that was a great nap! I wonder why I fell asleep, though? The last thing I remember, we were talking about that small sphere. Oh, we have guests!" Mei looked over in surprise at the four new faces. Including Katsu. Apparently now that the fog of lust had been lifted from her, her normal, ditzy mind was back in charge, and had no memory of what had happened. Again. (28106 words + 169 words = 28275 words) Zenia had finished bandaging herself up, and was taking a moment to simply relax. Reclining back in the chair, not having to immediately get back to work, it was a rare moment of quiet and peace. Ultimately, it would not last very long. Only a few all too short moments later, she heard a series of strident beeps coming from her line jacker device. A reply had come, already? Sooner than she had expected. she made her way back to look at the small screen. She didn't bother to grab a robe or anything even though she was still undressed. There was nobody around to see her, after all. She bent over and carefully read through the reply. It was short, succinct, and to the point. As she read, a slow smile spread across her face. They had understood her request, and allowed it. She would be permitted to spend a little more time dealing with Achenbach, but her orders remained much the same as before. Bring her back, by any means necessary. A further failure would not be tolerated. That was alright, she had yet to fail the same task twice. (8048 words + 193 words = 8241 words) Melona saw Menace's nod and remained where she was, standing guard at the table to shoo away any others who appeared to want to sit there. Luckily, there were only one or two, and they took her warning seriously enough to not try to sit down at the Princess' table. Or maybe they were too distracted by her outfit, as both had been young men. Either way, Melona remained where she was until Menace returned with a tray of simple foods. Melona looked it over, and made a quick decision. She told Menace she would be right back, and rushed off. She got in line, and luckily for her growing impatience, she was soon able to be served. She looked over the various offerings, and noticed that there were more available than the standard bento that one was given if not requested otherwise. It would cost a little extra, but she decided to pay. Of course, her money would just happen to vanish from the register and recombine with her body a few moments later anyways. Now bearing a tray of much more tantalizing victuals, she returned to Menace, and offered to trade. (10781 words + 194 words = 10975 words) Alice led the way once more, not bothering to intentionally slow down too much, just a brief pause now and again under the guise of admiring an especially cute bunch of wildflowers, or the flight of a soaring hawk. And all too soon, they were close to the village once more. They had gone much of the journey without obstruction, hopefully the rest would stay the same. Alice was young, she didn't yet have the experience needed to know how dangerous such thoughts tended to be. But would she find out? Or would their luck hold out just a little bit longer? She was strolling forward eagerly, letting her gaze wander, looking for all the world like any other young girl out for a fun walk through the woods. Of course, her outfit didn't quite mesh with that image. A large, baggy shirt, and virtually nothing else. Some people would find that horribly tawdry, others would find it impossibly stimulating. (11144 words + 162 words = 11306 words) Haku did much like the other two, beginning to dig in once all three had finally gotten their meals. She proceeded a little more slower, nearly sedately, than her friends. She was hungry, but she was also self-conscious, far too self-conscious to dare eat rapidly in public. Admittedly, she didn't like eating in public, period, but certain compromises had to be made. After all, she drank at bars all the time, and that was in public. Kind of. So if she thought about it like that, then it wasn't quite so bad. Even so, their table remained a subject of attention for many of the others in the vicinity. Some recognized Miku and Neru. (One or two recognized Haku as 'that one with the silver hair that's always tagging along with Neru.") Others were surprised at the sheer energetic way in which Neru dove into her soup, and Miku into her meal. Others simply by their outfits, almost but not quite matching. and so on. Many different reasons, the sum of which added up to a whole lot of attention. If Haku was aware of how much, there would be a noticeable increase in red in their overall color palette. Luckily she wasn't, intentionally focused on her meal and her friends. Hopefully she could stay that way up until they elft, at the least. (6146 words + 230 words = 6376 words)  As V-13 stood there on display, anyone watching her with human mannerisms in mind might think she was self-conscious. She was seemingly making sure of just where and how she was standing, taking several unnecessary glances to her sides. In fact, it was just an overcompensation to make sure her blades didn't extend out of her self-proscribed safety zone, but the general idea was startlingly similar. Finally, she seemed at least somewhat content with her position, enough that she didn't require further checks to re-determine where she was. Instead, she focused on Pan's latest orders, only to seemingly grow slightly pale upon processing them. The obstacle course. That was one of her worst drills. She was pretty bad at all of them, but she generally did utterly horrible at the obstacle course. There didn't seem to be a logical reason why, but then again, there wasn't a logical reason why she did poorly, period. As well, the seemingly paling of her skin tone was in fact a rerouting of some of the more necessary discretionary energy stored in various reservoirs to redirect to her processors to enforce following Pan's orders. Otherwise, she might have attempted to find an excuse to not obey, something that should never be done to a superior officer, especially when they were your last chance at avoiding the scrapheap. Finally, the matter was resolved, and she saluted, ready to proceed to the obstacle course, whatever lay in store for her. Her auxiliary blades, the ones suspended behind her, folded up somewhat, continuing to enforce the slight visual comparison to mechanical wings. They gave her no flight capabilities, though, of course. Just further blades to use, if she were actually truly competent enough to use them. So far, she seemed almost halfway competent with her two main blades, but if called upon to use any of the others, her average results began dropping remarkably swiftly. Maybe whatever Pan had in mind might help remedy the situation? There was only one way to find out. "Then, sir, with your permission I take my leave." Saluting once more, she prepared to depart immediately. If she were to stay and leave later, she would only attempt to process more data than she really could, in an approximation of nervousness. As well, she would run the risk of being tardy, another undesirable facet of ker record. (3642 words + 405 words = 4047 words) Even though she had seemingly disappeared, Etheldreda was, in fact, still very much present. Just in a different place and in a different form. Most of her power and form had been infused into Sakazuki, to power her up, and heal her wounds. What remained looked so different as to almost be comical. Whereas before she was a short girl, now, she was positively tiny! Barely a foot high, she had the overly exaggerated proportions found in what was commonly called 'chibi' characters. Her outfit had changed as well, becoming a little more reminiscent of battlewear, almost appearing to become a light suit of body armor, even making her hair ribbons look almost menacing. In a cute, tiny way. She hovered above and behind Sakazuki's left shoulder, in what could be called a parody of her guardian angel. She was certainly no angel, but she probably was a guardian. (2255 words + 150 words = 2405 words) Dizzy nodded, already seemingly coming to grips with the idea of the food being an offering rather than a picnic lunch for the two of them. Generally, good food had an effect to make people more agreeable to just about anything. So even if she didn't really agree with what Shouko meant by 'offering', she wasn't about to argue the point. Instead, she finished off the sandwich and daintily licked her lips to get a last crumb. "Well, you did an excellent job." A moment later, she got up, setting her napkin down next to the basket as she walked over to an older, partially hollowed out tree. The very few belongings she had were tucked carefully within the empty trunk. She picked up a apir of gourds, and walked a short distance over to fill them at the river, before bringing them back and offering one to Shouko. The least she could dow as supply something to drink with their meal, right? (2199 words + 165 words = 2364 words)
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 11:20 pm
Beelzebub nodded bowing deeply to Mei before rising again, smiling and looking at her. "Indeed you do, and I hope your sleep made you hungry, food is almost ready." He said, clenching a fist before snapping his finger out quickly, sharp bones extending from each finger. He reached down using the newly created bone claws to grab the edges of each piece of meat, flipping it to hear the sound of sizzling flare up again. He looked up once more realizing that the woman had been sleeping and thus had missed their introductions. "My name is Beelzebub Kaguya, the one laying on the ground there is Amon Zoto, and the little one over there, the red head sitting next to your friends, is Czernobog Kisa it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He said, bowing once more. "And trust me, it is DEFINITELY my pleasure." Amon said, grinning and sitting up before grimacing once more. The blow was a good one, his chest was still sore and bending to sit up didn't help anything. Czernobog sighed, used to being disregarded by the other two, and merely looked up when he was introduced, smiling slightly. "Hello you can just call me Zen..." He said timidly not sure exactly how to speak to anyone here other than his 'brothers'. He didn't mind though, talking wasn't his biggest thing and he much preferred to listen to people anyways... it was what he was probably best at... well other than blood... there was always that.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 7:13 am
Little miss Miku took no note that any one was watching her. She was the type of person where some one could be inches away from her face, taking flash photography, and still either not care or not notice that they were doing it in the first place. Perhaps she had just gotten too used to being paid attention to to notice when she was being paid attention to or not. Oh well. What ever the reason, she continued to eat her meal with little to no concern in her mind. In fact, right not her thought were on what kind of dessert her two companions would want to have after they finished off what was in front of them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 6:35 pm
Monty James & Abigail Hayes   It' my first day in the Ninja Academy and Monty's here right beside me. I've never been to this realm let alone attended school here. This can't be the real world. There are mechanical men, vampires, and even people who can peer into the future. This place is nothing like home where everyone is, well, restricted. My first class teaches me to throw these pointy weapon things. Monty told me that they were called kunai and they weren't simply toys. So I took his word for it and was scared so badly of cutting myself that I failed the first three assignments. I couldn't hit any targets or dummies or anything. By the time my next class started I'd had enough. "Can we stop pretending now? I don't belong here Monty. Maybe you should just take me home?" For a moment he is quiet, musing quietly to himself. Eventually he speaks in an amused way. "You can't handle it? This is the safest and simplest place to be. Especially for a mortal like you. It's much easier to attend school in the Shadow Realm than in the Human World." So confusing. In class they mentioned this being the World of the Shinobi's and there also being a World Hidden in Fantasy. Where does the Shadow Realm and the Human World fit in? "No, Monty, I can't handle it. Would you please just take me home?" He looks into my eyes for a moment before shrugging. "Very well. Take my hand." I stare at him to see a slight smirk on his face. He wouldn't. Before I can say anything he flings me into his arms and flickers us both outside of the building. Lucky for me I closed my eyes or else I would have done something I would have regretted spewing. I hate throwing up. I shove Monty on the arm slightly which makes him laugh. After that I begin walking angrily towards the forest to find the portal that would send me back to the world of the humans like myself. Words = 343
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:45 pm
It was at this point that Sakazuki was beginning to take notice of the changes done to her through the transformation. She couldn’t notice the change in her eye color however because, of course, it was on her eye… Thus, her attention fell entirely upon her new wardrobe. The Circe had very much liked her old wardrobe, thus, this came as quite the shock to her. She seemed to take a deep breath, then exhaled it rather slowly, as if she were trying to conserve her oxygen. Truth be told, her new attire was rather tight across the chest, the black fabric clinging to her form. If she were male, it would’ve done wonderfully to probably compliment a muscular build or something like that, but when she had breasts… Well, that just changed everything as far as how ‘cool’, she considered the shirt to be. As she spotted a form in the corner of her eye, her gaze darted to her side as they fell upon her source of power, which also sported a new attire, however, the main factor that drew her curiosity was the fact that she had become so tiny! “You’re a fairy now?” She inquired, her question more of a tease than anything else.
After all, anyone adept in magic new that with high expenses of magical energy, things often took on rather… Strange, forms.
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Mentally complimenting the skill of the boys, Shuku’s lips pursed into a grin, however, that changed as soon as Mei had spoken. It was always moments like this that made the Mayonaka debate between whether or not the cowgirl’s surprisingly low mentality came across to her as either a blessing or a curse. True enough, while it made Mei awfully adorable and likable at times, there were also bits to it that made it impossible to manage a serious relationship with her, or even more, a meaningful conversation! The Moon Kunoichi shook her head slowly, but then moved the lambgirl into her lap, directing one hand towards her as she stared at Mei; “This is Katsu… Remember?” Hopefully some momentary stroke of brilliance would magically hit her and allow her to play along?
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“Don’t wander too far ahead!” The maid called, sighing as she managed to always remain at most, several paces behind Alice as she let out a soft sigh, oblivious to the thoughts around them… The image of a formal French Maid chasing after a girl clad in little more than an oversized shirt, it made many think one of two things; first, the possibility that there was some manner of fetish café within the area and this all was a mere charade to draw attention to him, or two, the idea that someone, somewhere was an extremely lucking guy. After all, a half dressed loli and a girl in frills? This only occurred in one of those kinds of shows, didn’t it?
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Of course, due to her low observational skills, the fact that more than the standard course existed was generally a wanton fantasy to the Imohtep. Thus, when Melona returned with such dishes, the little princesses’ eyes grew wide as she instantly demanded where such had come from, though her eyes grew even wider when those delectable delights were offered to her and with that, she was all to eager to push her plate to Melona’s, evidently wishing to trade plates with hers entirely. Already the word, Sucker! blared through her mind, she said nothing, evidently having no desire to let out anything that might throw this little bartering session into peril.
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Ah… She really was innocent, to not even be able to comprehend the idea of those two words. “Well, it is quite evident what mud is… And it is also evident what wrestling is… So when you combine the two, you get a variation that many men find to be quite tantalizing…” She was quiet for a moment; the Orochi advancing in those few blank seconds and soon, her arms had snatched Honehime by the shoulders. “Let us say that this is a mere variation of that… Consider it to be a warm up exercise,” she explained and with that, ended the introduction as she attempted to simply throw the young girl into the pond of goo that had soaked up to several inches above their heel. It took only a moment later for Echidna to descend upon her prey, looking to pin her. However, she realized that if she didn’t state some manner of consequence for losing, Honehime wouldn’t take this seriously, would she?
“If you lose, I’ll make you do this again… Nude, and you will continue to do so until you win… And who knows, I may even have your rematches arranged to take place within a town square!”
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Neru was too hungry to even care about how people saw her at the moment. Thus, it wasn’t long until the blonde left a now empty set of plates before her, having finished both the bisque and the dish that had accompanied it as she let out a sigh, patting her belly contently. She flagged the waiter down however, requesting the menu to be returned to her once more and as soon as it was, she found herself gazing over the Dessert section… After all, with Miku paying, she was going to milk this for the most she could get.
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The veteran gave a nod of her head, giving the newer model leave as she also rose up, assuming a straight posture. Processing the scenario in her mind. It was odd, really… If this subject exhibited such a vicious and intimidating appearance, but truly did lack capabilities on the field, according to her reports… Then Pan really was curious on how the remainder of the bot’s squad looked when they entered Battle Mode. She shook her head, deciding not to research such as she marched off towards the observation chamber… After all, with all the explosions and such that sometimes occurred, it was standard procedure to remain out of the line of fire.
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Shouko gave an almost worried look when Dizzy had left the table, moving over towards the tree to retrieve something. Was it a weapon!? Had she changed her mind and been holding a charade until now?! That would mean that she truly had hated the meal, and since she herself had made it, a look of pure horror had taken residence upon her face as she Dizzy march off and soon return before the Guardian of the Forest offered her a menacing… Cup of water? A thankful bow came from the confused Akimichi as she took the gourd quietly… and confusedly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 1:31 pm
Sei--->Namonai   Namonai or Sei... Namonai or Sei... Which am I today? I slip my hands through my hair only for my right eye to be completely covered by my hair. So it's Namonai then. I wonder what I'll do today. Yesterday I killed a puppy that a young girl was petting. I guess I pet too hard. After that I just figured I'd roam around this village called Konoha's Ninja Academy. There is no sign of the one I have risen for so far though. Ah. That's what I want to do today. I want to find her. I wish to find the woman that I seek on this day. Where can she be? Where am I now? I'm standing on top of this strange looking contraption, my too big orange hoody flailing in the wind. It has perfectly circular things that hold up a tiny house. "Get off of my cart!" "A cart," I yell echoing the cry of the old man yelling at me. I leap from atop the cart and step really close to him. "Might I have your cart?" "H-h**l no." "I cannot have it?" I stare at him a moment before stepping back from him. I raise my foot and, without using much strength, kick the cart. It flies down the busy street, hitting some people, before slamming hard against a concrete wall that was meant to be the foundation for a new building being built, I suppose. "It's a shame. It was a fine cart." That's when everything gets eerily quiet. I adjust my tight black t-shirt the best I can so that people can see the name "Scary Kids Scaring Kids" printed on it. I jam my slender hands into my tight fitting black denim jeans pockets before tilting my head to the right slightly. "Why so quiet? Perhaps it's time that I leave?" After asking I slowly walk towards the markets exit. The old man kneels on the ground just staring at the wreckage of his cart. It's just a cart... whatever that is. By the time the stun wore off, I was gone. Words = ?
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 7:35 pm
 Virus shifts a little on his perch, before he drops from where he stands and lands before a male and female muttering annoyingly to themselves. "Shut up. You're disrupting my concentration!" He demands, growling lowly as he lands, and then raises his right arm, though it looked completely humanoid suddenly a few wires jutted from his arm, aligned themselves and then began to glow a slate blue in color, as the color of his chakra was. He frowns slightly, keeping his arm pointed in their direction, the odd wires continuing to glow and sway slightly as they aimed and re-aimed at each of the male, and the female in turn. [Sad excuse for a post. ]
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