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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 9:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 8:28 am
((I just assume that real life just got more important for everyone. Truth be told I haven't had the urge to rp for some time because theres not much going on. I'm open for storyline as long as its there. I'm also waiting for next post in tourney match to continue.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:28 am
((*raises her hand at the real-life issues and lack of inspiration* Sorry Pithpith....^ ^;;......I've made attempts at posting...but nothin's worked......Gomen-nasai!!))
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 1:09 pm
((*Isn't in the tournament anyway.*))
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 3:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 4:09 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 4:51 pm
=[[ Why, yes, yes they do. Sometimes. ::Cough:: <.<;; ]]=
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 4:56 pm
.....[+]"Agreed, Deity. Mayne, I be needin' my license." 3nodding [+]
.....'Pon the outermost fringes of the unconscious reality in which Damion was trapped within at this very point in time, a voice spoke to him.
.....'Damion. I see you.' The voice was an airy one, one that breathed each word with a hissing additive so that each would flow into the next. His unconscious recreation of his own self opened its eyes and pulled itself up into a sitting position, uncovered eyes staring about at the all-too-familiar impenetrable darkness.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 5:02 pm
.....[+]"Yes, sometimes." wink [+]
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 5:32 pm
=[[ I SO hope that I don't have to leave... ]]=
For once, Kythe decides to take a nice stroll through the forest leading to the bar, as opposed to is usual use of the entrance as a landing pad.
Of course, this would be the time that it's a crispy wreck.
Somehow, I doubt Deity would enjoy the forest existing in such a state... Making tracks in ashes and snow, Kythe strolls towards the club while resting his elbows on sword hilts, and his necklace sways softly back and forth just over his crossed arms. He observes the surrounding remains of the forest with sorrowful eyes, his senses assaulted by the all too familiar and unwelcome scent of ashes and burnt flesh.
Poor forest... so much life taken... how disgusting. Kythe is relieved to see that some of the forest escaped un-charred as he nears the club, freeing his sense of scent to take in the smell of the living forest.
Long time no see, Orion. Kythe pushes both doors open softly with his hands as he strolls in at a rythmic pace, making soft thumps against the wooden floor. His sense of smell is immediatley assaulted again, with--among the smell of a body hard-worked--the same scents of fire, burning flesh, burning leaves, ashes... He rapidly jolts his gaze to the source, his half-shaded cyan eyes glowing brightly with anger as he narrows them at the being. Of course, he wouldn't jump to conclusions.
Dropping his arms to his sides, Kythe allows the doors to close softly behind him, and heads towards the bar. Taking his old favorite seat, he swivels around to face the open room, leaning back with his elbows on the edge of the bar, and crossing his right leg over his left.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 5:41 pm
.....'Who... who're you!?' The mind-created voice of Damion voiced fear, confusion, hatred, and several other feelings, though the main was carnal fear. His eyes averted from side to side, attempting to see whatever being had addressed him, and thusly awoken him from his physical, mental, and spiritual regeneration.
.....'I am known by many names, child. Namely, all of them too hideously brutal and bloody to be shared in your tongue, but for my birthed name. But it is not important.'
.....In his mind, Damion got the picture of a very upper-class man, decked in extravagant clothing of any of various sorts, waving his hand as if waving away the matter of his name. The tone; however, was entirely fear-enducing, no matter what form Damion imagined; the only thing constant, the only thing so entirely controlling.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 5:58 pm
.....[+]"Psst, someone should come on and poke Damion." 3nodding [+]
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:10 pm
<<::really needs to put more effort into this::
...okay! o>; Yey! The forest is filled with yey!
::ahem::
....speaking of which, hey Kythey. =D >>
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:22 pm
=[[ Long time no nothin', O' poweful mask of Link [/Zelda_pun]. How have you been? Edit: Hey! You just compared me to yey! Thanks ^_^. You rock pretty hard, yourself. ]]=
Kythe leans his head back, closing his eyes, and is instantly assaulted by the visual memories sent to him detailing why such scents revolving around flames are so unwelcome. These are dreaded images, although--after all these years--Kythe ought to be used to them. The living flames eating away at the place he once called home, the grisly corpses of the ones he once called family, and the only being that could be his exact opposite, yet identify with him at a level more intense than any other being in existence... this being, indeed, the one responsible for the appearances of these images.
I guess it would be redundant to say that I hate you... Kythe attempts to force the images from his mind, a futile attempt, as usual, and opens his eyes, staring towards the ceiling. Then, after sighing, he drops his eyes to see the being that smells of flames, spying him under his shades. Suddenly motivated by an unapparent reason, he lowers his head to match his gaze, and stands, stepping towards the seemingly human soul ahead of him.
He doesn't quite seem conscious, but, somehow, I get the vibe that he's... worried? Fearful, perhaps? As he nears the being, the intuition becomes stronger... yes, definitely fear. And in an unconscious state, Kythe can only imagine one reason why this person could be scared.
I know what it's like to be plagued by thoughts, even without consciousness to provide them... Stopping next to the couch, Kythe reaches his right hand out to jar this person by the shoulder, as if attempting to awaken him from any average slumber.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:34 pm
<<::gigglesnort:: S'funny how the 'Fierce Deity' reference from Zelda isn't obvious to some. A friend the other day found graphic art by some random monkey - which included the same name - and he thought it was a crazy coincidence....had to tell him that Deity didn't make the name up.
...anywho...not much is up, aside from the stuff that is. Which isn't plentiful. All in all, tho', what's up is okay... . =;; ...whatever that means. You?>>
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