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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:30 pm
((Me loved Twighlight Princess...))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:37 pm
< like eight god damn times, because and . So, it wasn't hard, just redundant... was also pretty . And what's with ? That was awesome... xD ....oh, and....uhh.... o o;
::realizes he's not making any sense::
..... > >;; ...Deity'll just be gettin' back to his drawing now.>>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:41 pm
((*Undertsood every word of it....But not really.*))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:45 pm
< 0; ::rambles to himself::>>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:47 pm
((Ah...Well, I was typing up Soneko's destruction of his home to post in the Village, but I was starting to get sloppy, so I figured I'd wait a bit and then start writing it again.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:50 pm
((Awfully dead tonight. Such a shame, too. The one weeknight where I can stay up late to RP, nobody is around or up to it.
EDIT: Alright...Posted the destruction of Tatowaki village. And now it is time for me to go to sleep. G'night to anybody who may be lurking around. ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 6:54 am
((*runs in and says "hi" then runs back out before he is late for work sweatdrop *))
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 10:55 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 12:29 pm
<< ninja New journal entry ninja >>
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 1:42 pm
(( ninja Seems like Nii-chan had fun. ^w^))
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 3:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 5:49 pm
<< eek eek eek Foamy This lollipop will be up your butt by week's end...you selfish son-of-a-b***h! >>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 6:17 pm
<<[/random] xD
...oh, nice journal entry, Keno...Deity's gotta RP sometime soon.>>
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 6:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 7:03 pm
The silence of the club reminded him of his training alone. There didn't seem to be much difference save the change in scenery. Where he trained, it was dark everywhere and the only thing you could see were the wooden beams that supported the poor candlelight. Sure he could go outside, but that light was only as real as his mind made it and it was much more boring out there. When you're outside you're supposed to be free, but there was nothing beyond the borders he established. He wanted it that way and he hated it that way.
This though, it took him back just to think of it. How many fights had he here? How many different people? Who did he watch, who watched him? How many times was it destroyed and repaired only to be destroyed again? What all did it see? Many things. Fierce, Kira (sorry Jade can't remember how many r's), Sato's uncle, Monkey Boy, Carl, Pro, Tali, HarKallarn, Tama, Unks, the Mage, her teacher, even Red. How many before him? How many after? It was good to be back, even if just for one more day. How much time left?
To what extent was his training proving to be useful? He wanted to know now. He was never much on using his head to move objects, read minds, or whatever, but it seemed Fate was forcing his hand on the subject. If he was to gain heightened telekinetic powers and become a much more potent telepath, he'd be better embracing the gift. Let's see how easily he moved objects without pushing the air around. That's what he wanted. That's why he was sitting in the center square now, eyes closed, legs crossed, body still as art. One could not even see his breathing should they try.
The key was the same as his air manipulation tactics: focus. Keep his mind clear and focus it on one object for now. Just for starters imagine that center tile on the far side sitting there. Don't force it, don't beg it. Do not submit to it and do not assert yourself onto it. Let it be as it is, but imagine it. Form every pebble, every pore and position it in your mind exactly as it is before you. Ignore the entrance, it's behind you and everyone that comes it.
Now be quiet.
The silence rushed through, afraid to move too fast as it might disturb him. Quickly it spread throughout the place and all obeyed its command. All was at rest and still. The only sound he heard was the white noise in his head. He couldn't shut it off, but he didn't have to acknowledge it. His breathing was natural yes, but eerily silent. One couldn't even hear his lungs filling and expanding as the air raced in and blew out through his nostrils. It was overkill yes, but he wanted complete control just because he could have it.
The stage was set and he wasted no time. The center tile was suddenly surrounded by an exclusive force that yanked a block of stone straight out from under it. It was a clean tear from it's three brothers, no shearing or annoying scraping noise since he was playing the perfectionist at the moment. He rotated the cube vertically and horizontally just because, fitting it in and out of the hole from which it came just to be sure it was perfect. It was.
No expression on his concealed face though. Calm and serene, like he was slumbering, acting without effort or strain. He stopped the block five feet above the ring and let it linger. His composure almost suggested this stone block was his adversary, his long time nemesis, caught in the thick awkward silence that preceded and epic battle. That would be nice right about now. A little disruption to send everyone racing to arm up and blow up something. Ironically he'd look down on that kind of thing the very moment it happened.
He eye shot open and the cube exploded into a fine powder that fell into its nesting place. Darting to the right, the entire side of the ring lifted from its foundation by three feet before resettling. Now to the left to follow suit. Both subsided as his body rotated on its own to face the entrance and a third wall shot up in the stead of the first two, blocking him from view before receding. Then it rose again, sinking as the second row sprang to life, giving way to the third, and so on and so on as though it were pursuing him, but at the fated moment, his block didn't lift up and the wave continued back to the other side, his body spinning again to watch it. Again it started from left to right, then from the corners inward and from the center out. Each time the tiles were repositioned just as they were before so that at the very end, the only thing out of place was the pile of dust from before.
He was pleased with his work, but he wasn't done yet. He would have to go back until he was. His telepathic tourettes would only piss him off more if he didn't.
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