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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 6:22 pm
Kobei woke up fully, her eyes now wide, and exploring the room. Her body was still stiff, not being much use for movement, it seemed the blood loss did more damage than she had thought.
Laying on the bed upstairs, she heard someone enter from below.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 7:54 pm
She removed her coat and draped it over a chair beside her as she pushed from the wall, swallowing hard. This place lacked good AC. The burgundy bodice she wore was tight along her breasts for support, rather than to show them off. Unfortunately for her she was a bit busty, something that had always been a thorn in her side, rather than a blessing. She took in another sharp breath and walked across the room, thin fingers running over the material of the sofa she had sat on last during her stay. Her nails bit hard into the material, making some of the fine strings tatter. She thought heavily on the past while she stood in the Dojo, trying a few times to think of the now, and fantasize on what would happen here on a usual basis after she had left.
Oh, how she remembered them. Xol and her. Both of them seemed to always have fun of a different kind when together, even if it meant play fighting and giving one another horrid bruises and busted lips. At times that was better than anything, though she'd never openly admit that aloud, especially not to him since it'd probably make him ask her if she'd gotten knocked in the head. Her smile faded, she would never be able to have that sort of thing. Never again did she want it anymore, it always ended up bad. This time she felt it was ending bad... and she heard what had happened with the keep.. She had left Daray there. It was Xols turn to watch him. If he was harmed.. shed be furious. If they both were harmed.. shed be lost.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:12 pm
Ayiana clomped in with her combat boots, covered in mud from head to toe, it was all over her orange leather training suit, her boots, her hair and her face, she leaned out the door and spit the mud from her mouth and looked around the room, she picked up the familiar face of Rave but didn't make the connection yet. "Erike? Twi? Da? Anyone here??" She yelled. After not getting a reply she kicked off her boots and walked bare foot up to the showers.
[Edited...]
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:57 pm
KB was more of an ancient statue then a person as he stayed in place, unmoving for hours on end at the couch. It was no suprise though, for KB had never really passed as being a person. With a soft sigh, the first sign of him taking a breath in hours, he ran his fingers through his hair. His glasses already had a bit of dust on them, and he seemed to glare at them as he leaned back on the couch.
Wincing, he felt a strange pain in his chest. There was an audible crack as he closed his eyes. He couldn't escape the ghostly image that filled his mind, as the pitiful black thing inside him began to swell. His heart seemed to be on fire, the feelings inside him growing with intensity. Another rib cracked,stabbing into his lungs. Clenching his teeth, his eyes squeezed tightly closed as he crossed his arms over himself in a hug, as if trying to keep his body together. The feeling that his heart would soon explode inside him was a mere sliver of physical pain compared to the mental agony of who he saw in his head.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:17 pm
The window to her right had burst open, a cold wind had swept in, and pulled the leaves along with it.
A figure had entered the room, and stood next to Kobei's bed. Minase laughed heartily as he stepped into veiw.
"Dear sister, how ever do you stay alive?"
Kobei glared, and replied, "If ONLY I could move, i'd hug your little throat."
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:39 pm
Stifling an agonized scream, KB's clawed hand clamped over his mouth. Blood gushed out past his hand to hit the Dojo floor as he doubled over, collapsing on his knees. His other hand planted firmly to the floor, holding himself up as he shuddered. There were a couple of more resounding 'crack' noises as his body jolted slightly. Fire seemed to surge through his veins, burning every bit of him alive as he tried to fight her off.
He rocked back and forth like that for awhile, as blood began to trickle out of his nose and ears. Regardless, he shed no tears, for he was incapable of shedding blood tears. His hand moved from his mouth to his chest, as his claws dragged across his flesh under his coat. Rolling onto his side he let out a scream, his back arching as his body began to smolder. As he lay there, a symbol of weakness, he continued to make his pathetic futile attempts to claw his heart from his body.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 11:28 pm
He could see her, the image played back over and over in his head. Her ghostly form, silvery and translucent on the beach. Just as stunning in death as she had been in life. He watched himself in third person, reaching out to catch her, only to crash into the cold sand. He could remember the taste of the salt water mixing with his tears. He could see her hollow eyes meet his, and it enraged him. He felt love, he felt hate, and he felt nothing. She was everything to him, and she was gone, and yet she haunted him and always would.
Screaming, he sprawled out on the Dojo floor, blood gushing from him in a torrent as his chest was torn open. His ribs outstretched to the ceiling like a gaping mouth exposing the organs inside. His pulsing heart exploded, a gout of flame shooting forth as he was burnt away. His whole body was laced in the flames, as he burnt from the inside out. Kicking and thrashing, beating his body away against the floor, he became nothing but soot and ash. There wasn't even a skeleton left, but rather just a pool of boiling blood and the ash that mixed with it to form a gross thick black mud.
Sitting alone and still, his lenses seemed to be the only thing left of his clothing. The simple glasses would stay there until they were brushed away, or broken by the large backside of an ignorant guildsmen.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 3:19 pm
Raven hardly noticed KB with him staring as he was. He was sitting at the opposite end of the couch where she had been standing, and she had to look for a moment to comprehend who he was exactly. After that moment, she had realized who it was; bleeding and writhing. Slowly dieing and burning up in his own skin like a leach in sunlight. Her nose creased with the stench of flesh, seeming more disturbed than remorseful. KB always seemed to be in some suffering, hurting. Whether it was physical or mental, he had the issues to cause some sort of damage to himself.
~Such a life style..~ She thought, diverting her attention as his screaming turned to crying yells and soon an erie silence. The thick scent of death wouldn't dissipate from the room for a while... which was rather annoying.
By that time she took a seat on the couch arm, her fingers still playing over the couches rough fabric in a dazed manner. She had also taken the chance to look up towards the rafters. Well, then. That was also a draw back. Focht was at home in those large planks of wood, and so was a lot of the others she remembered. That was always a place you could sit and watch every one from above... like a TV set without having to get involved.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 10:47 pm
Hellius made his way upto the dojo and sighed as he pushed the door open, he looked around as he made his way into the home he once knew and looked about. He noticed a female sitting upon the armrest of the couch, she seemed uncomfortable in the bodice, he made a mental note to see if he could relieve her of hat stress later when he noticed a thick liquid and wondered why it smelled of the rank and horrid smell of death. Hellius moved closer and pulled out his sword and poked at it for a second or two, then resheathed the blade.
As a bard it is unbecoming to make conclusions so he didn't, he looked to the woman and then to the ashy bloody mud upon the floor and then sighed. Nothing is what it seems to be... he told himself this several times when he was here before, and sighed again. He walked casually to a seat that sat alone in the corner, it was left by one of the other's, the chair was elegant and simplistic as well, a book sat upon a side table, open. Hellius always did have a weakspot for books, and this time it was no different. He lifted the book and began going through the pages, he then began to notice several things, the handwriting was familiar, but he couldn't place it, he kept reading and noticed that there were several sidenotes, for reasons he didn't know, but it seemed like the person before hand was going to redo the book. He put it down, then looked over to the female in the bodice once again, he smiled slightly, his white hair had fallen unceremoniously over his shoulders, his dark skin gleamed in the remaining light of the dojo.
"Hello miss, have we met before?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 2:19 pm
Raven stopped fiddling with a tattered string on the couch, looking over her shoulder to the pile of cloths as the man poked and prodded at the cloth like a dead rat under inspection. Her nose creased again, a bit disgusted. ~Did you really need to prod at that-...?~ She thought and shifted to a stand, walking to the coffee table as she carefully removed her miniature top hat and set it down on top of an old newspaper. She fell back in to the opposing recliner, yawning and allowing her eyes to rest.
Burgundy ears perked slightly upon her skull as she heard the mans question.. not truly paying much attention to him or the way she might have looked next to that mess on the floor. "Mh.. Probably not." she cooed at a faint murmur, one of her legs lifting and crossing over the other lazidly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 4:48 pm
Wander's in after his long absence "Anyone actually here..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 4:56 pm
Hearing only his voice reverberating off the wall's he turn's and walk's out dejected
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 6:17 pm
Ayiana wandered inside after training, she wanted to test her limits in this form, see what she could do. After being satisfied with breaking a rib and figuring out some of her powers fused together she decided to return. She sat down on the couch, chewing bubble gum. She yawned and looked around "Da?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 7:05 pm
*A man wearing black and green walked into the dojo with an arrogant look on his face and looked around for a minute until he set his sights on Ayiana* Wow...this must be my lucky day. I didn't even have to wait for two minutes until I found me a honey. *The man walked over to her and went down on one knee so they would be at eye level, since she was on the couch* Hi there my petite little hunny. You seem bored. Shall I fix that? *The man was clearly a narcissist* The name's Dyionysus.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 7:12 pm
She didn't pay any mind to the man, just continued to just stare off into space.
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