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 Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 6:58 pm
"...didn't you just say that? ...oh well, I'm coming anyway."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:29 pm
kamikazeisback *takes his sword and reshealthed it* damn what an a**, you should say hi to the school reepresentative if he says hi, people these days, pretty good though i must say, i would like to have a fight with him, and now i know his fighting already *looks down as his shealth that now has a kut halfway down it* damn he recked my shealth too, now i have to get the weapon maker to remake it, i guess i have to use my fathers for the time being *gives out a sigh and heads toward the cafeteria* im getting some sake, care to join? (you didnt have to do that, besides my sword wasnt fully unshealthed) ((I see. I didn't know that.)) Kubira stopped on the first landing of the stairs and listened to the 'school representative' talk. "Hmph. Just because you are the school representative does not mean you are skilled enough to defeat someone. I am more skilled than you think." Kubira muttered as he took a scrap of paper and scrawled a not on it. It read: "Come to my dormitory in two hours. I will repair your sheath. --Kubira Kazegami" He folded the scrap into a kind of paper needle and threw it with expert precision toward Mr. Representative. The piece of paper stuck lightly in his shirt stitching. Kubira continued upstairs, walking in silence to his dorm.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:48 pm
Nyoro looked back at Kubira then picked the paper off Hayate's shirt.
"He says he's gonna fix your sheath."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:00 pm
*looks down at the message* you could have talked instead of thowing a needle at me you show off *throws the needle back to go through the collor of his shirt* jez this guy sure likes to show off, but heck, ill let him think he has expert skills for a while
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:05 pm
"You gonna let him fix it?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:09 pm
*looks at nyoro* i dont know, his personality shows an agitated side, im not sure he is patient enough to make every detail perfect, or he might just make it all fancy and that crap, ill just trust matsumoto, he has been my families sword smith for years, his blades show the sereness of a truely wise person
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:17 pm
Kubira caught the paper needle before it hit his coat.
"So he rejects. Whatever. It is of no concequence to me. I have no idea why I am even here. There is obviously nothing in this school that could aid my search." Kubira thought as he tossed the paper into the air, snapped his fingers, and set the scrap ablaze in black fire. The flame extinguished on it's own, and managed to not set off any sprinklers. Kubira found his room and opened the door. He was blinded by a burst of sunlight. Kubira shaded his eyes and walked inside. He closed the door and decided to fabricate the room to match his dark expectations. He clapped his hands and touched the wall next to the large window. A flash of blue light later, the window was covered with shutters.
"That's better... I suppose." Kubira sat his things on the ground next to the bed, and laid down. "Hm... I have no classes to attend... maybe I will wander the courtyard after a while." He said to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:22 pm
Nyoro shrugged.
"Alright, do what you please. I'm gonna try not to take sides here."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:13 pm
Kubira woke after a short while and sat up. He sighed and took his favorite lance from the ties on his pack. Kubira looked out the window to the sprawling courtyard and left his room. He slung the lance over his shoulder and walked along downstairs to the courtyard, and found a decent-sized tree to sit in. He took a flute from a holder in his coat and started to play a slow requiem that caused the air to become heavy with sadness.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 12:12 pm
*takes a shot of sake* whats with that dude?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 2:03 pm
Nyoro looked out the window at Kubira.
"...it sounds... so sad..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 2:10 pm
*looks out aswell* interesting, i guess he has a reson for being bitter to people, music is another way to see a person's heart
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 2:20 pm
"yeah..."
Nyoro put her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands as she stared out the window.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 3:14 pm
"Wonder how long it'll take them to relize i left to buy a new spear.." *Walks around towns going from shop to shop.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 3:53 pm
Nyoro blinked then looked around.
"...hey, where'd mongoose guy go?"
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