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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:39 pm
((*appears in her green outfit* Happy St. Patricks Day people!! mrgreen If anyone is still here that is....))
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:00 pm
((*wavewave* Howdy howdy!))
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:01 pm
((I are trying to buy an elegant veil, but with no luck, unfortunately. How about you?))
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:05 pm
((Trying to sell a Sept 2004 letter, with no luck. /= Other than that, nothing much.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:07 pm
((What's in that one, again?))
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:38 pm
[Niitsu] - the - [First] .....'Your surroundings are quite annoyingly curious, Damion.' The entity was right, for it seemed that Damion was aware to the minimal-est of degrees of some very cautious, and persistent entity without his perception.
.....Not being in control of his physical self and whatever reactions his frame would take at this time, Damion could only sit and feel the rising anger, unnaturally produced by this extraterrestrial within his system. A second prod came, this time with some sort of magical endowment which Damion was surprisingly aware of. Upon contact this time, rather than a simple flame being released, there was a black tendril of the same intense heat that lashed outwards.
.....'Ahh,' smiled the entity within the dream-state Damion was confined to. 'How I love the smell of charred flesh.' His voice entailed pure ecstasy.
.....The tendril would attempt to latch onto the curious man's forearm, approximately half-way up, and wrap about there. If it succeeded, it would hold on for dear life, stretching pretty much as far as needed. =[[ Everyone's all... early. What's with that? Anyway, happy Green Day, everyone! ( No, I won't be wearing this all day. In fact, it'll be gone by the next time I post. I can't stand my outfit being so, so... black-less. ::cough:: ) ]]=
Like I said, too damn curious for my own good. With a movement too fast to be visible to the average human eye, Kythe seems to suddenly appear five feet behind his previous position, eyeing the tendril with caution, and a lot less curiosity.
What is this guy, a demonic furnace!? Kythe charges the small cooling aura to a temperature opposite of, but with an absolute value equal to that of the dark tendril of heat, and--while backing up at a quick, but not as quick as previous speed--sends it floating in a small, glowing ball towards the pursuing tendril.
Opposites cancel each other out, right? Shesh, if I hadn't trained myself for harsh temperatures, I may have just frozen my hand off...
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:39 pm
((Goti clips and Bani clips I believe. > > Anyways, gotta go for a bit. Be back later!))
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:14 pm
=[[ Hasta la bye-bye, Jade. So, care to come join me and the evil flamethrower, Dark? ]]=
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:21 pm
((I'd love to. First lemme go read everything and catch up and then I'll post.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:31 pm
=[[ Al'righty then 3nodding . ]]=
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:44 pm
He could smell it before getting a mile to the door of the Orion. Burning flesh. Something he hadn't smelled since the Holy War back on Raventh. Not too horribly long ago, but long enough for him to almost forget the scent. His heavy boots crunched through the snow. The bottom of the back of his black jeans were wet. Lovely. Water being absorbed into his clothes. Cold water, no less. The cobblestone path had been covered by a veil of snow, but he had memorized the path. Not only that, but he could actually see the scent of people who had traveled up the path from over a month ago if need be. His black long sleeve button-up would have been way to little clothing for a human to put on in order to stay warm in this weather. Not a single goose bump would be found on Soneko's tan skin. Sure, he was cold, but it wasn't horribly bad. He just hated wet clothes. Made him feel grimy. His long purple locks were pulled into a pony-tail in the back, his bangs hanging just past his nose. The veil of purple covered a black headband fastened loosely above his eyes. His black leather knuckle glove on his right hand stayed in his right pocket, while his left, belted arm hung loosely at his side. He made his way to the doors, which unlatched themselves as the distance between Soneko and the doors reached ten feet. The door reading 'Orion' swung open slowly as he made his way in.
Four feet into the tower, the door shut smoothly behind him. The moment the door had opened, the smell of burning flesh had enveloped him. It made him dizzy how powerful the stench was. He shook his head out of the daze the smell had knocked him into and headed for the lounge, which is where his nose told him the source of the scent was coming from. He saw a boy standing five feet from a couch, where another boy lay. The smell was coming from the boy on the couch. He was fine, from what Soneko could see. Not a blemish on the boy's skin, so why did he reek of burnt flesh? Was he dead? No...His chest was rising and falling steadily.
He felt two energies, but he didn't care to identify which belonged to the two boys who were in the room. His mind was on the almost unbearable stench.
"What the Hell is goin' on in here...?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:45 pm
(hello peoples. . .I don't have any green in my inentory and that is ok with me.
Happy Drinking day!)
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:48 pm
((*Waves to Unks* Happy drinking day to you, too. XD
*Notices the katana* ninja *Steals*:Ninja smile )
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