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 Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 10:56 pm
ScorpioDragon Aonice_Mitsoku ScorpioDragon "I'm twenty years old, why? he asked as he raised an eyebrow. ((Actual age is sixteen.)) Aonice quirked her eyebrows.... "Im only 18, silly.. " She then blinked as a thought came to mind.. "You werent born a fighter, neh?" She asked with a sigh.. "Not sure about that one. Perhaps not, but I was trained to be one. Every damn day until I got the techniques perfect. If I didn't well...random objects and fists were hurled at me." Aonice sighed.. "So you probably dont like fighting because you were forced to do it?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 12:03 am
Aonice_Mitsoku ScorpioDragon Aonice_Mitsoku ScorpioDragon "I'm twenty years old, why? he asked as he raised an eyebrow. ((Actual age is sixteen.)) Aonice quirked her eyebrows.... "Im only 18, silly.. " She then blinked as a thought came to mind.. "You werent born a fighter, neh?" She asked with a sigh.. "Not sure about that one. Perhaps not, but I was trained to be one. Every damn day until I got the techniques perfect. If I didn't well...random objects and fists were hurled at me." Aonice sighed.. "So you probably dont like fighting because you were forced to do it?" He smirked, cracked his neck with a good jolt, and cracked his knuckles in each hand. "I always a good challenge actually. Something to get my blood going. It's been so long since I've had a good one. I hope you put up a fight, I don't wish to be disappointed by such a great ninja such as yourself."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 8:49 pm
Aonice smiled.. "Oh, you'll be incompacitated"
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 9:54 pm
"We'll see. I might be a bit rusty, but I'll warm up quickly," he said with a warm smile.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:44 pm
"So when do you want to begin? My fingers are itching to take hold of my sword once more."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 1:26 pm
Scorpio walked into his room and came back out moments later with a large sword strapped to his back by buckles. He walked to his front door and looked back, "If ya want me, I'll be on the roof of the apartment building." He then left and started up the stairs.
Scorpio came across a door when he reached the top of the building. It was locked to he leaned forward, touched the knob with the back end of his sword, there was a little spark, and it unlocked. He opened it up, walked up some short stairs, and appeared on the roof of the apartment building. Walking over to the north edge, he looked out across the island into the distance. He was enjoying the view of the sparkling sea.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 4:47 pm
He grabs hold of the handle of his sword, and with a slight jolt of his hand the buckles snap off. He swings it infront of him, cracks his neck, and gets serious. He spun around like a top on the roof, then flipped through the air like a spinning wheel. He ended it with a powerful slam of the large sword into the roof. It left a pretty deep, thin crevace. He'd fix it later after he was finished.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 6:34 pm
Scorpio ripped the large sword out of the ground and spun it infront of him then let go of it. It flew forward spinning. He ran at it leaped forward, and he managed to plant his feet on the spinning blade. He spun with it then rocketed off and extended his right fist for a drill rocket fist attack. The sword toppled when he lept off it and stuck into the ground, standing up. He turned the drilling rocket punch into a roll and landed on his feet. Afterwards he began to flip backwards. He gave a mighty leap into the air, grabbed his sword by the handle when he flew over it, landed on his feet, and held his sword up infront of him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 9:46 am
He began to run quickly. He made a downward slash followed by a full right cleave. Then he back kicked, swung his sword around in a mid-cleave, slashed upwards, then finished with a diagonal left cut. The tip of his sword buried itself into the ground. He ripped it out, concrete flying forwards, and gave a mighty thrust before doing a few full-round house kicks, his sword spinning with him. He ended with a back slash, holding his sword with his left hand behind him. He was breathing hard. His heart was racing as sweat appeared across his brow. His long, blood red hair was laying neatly on his back despite the activity. His right knee was bent forward while his left lack was extended backwards. His right arm was bent diagonally up like a block.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 12:05 am
"Have I gotten stronger at all? Or am I still weak? Err...will I even be prepared to kill my family if they choose to come here?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 1:20 pm
I should just go. I don't really belong here. I just don't fit in. This place isn't for me. And I know I annoy a lot of people here.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 9:38 pm
((I dunno. I don't think this place is for me.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:26 pm
((What's wrong with it? I don't think I fit in, but I just came here a week or two ago. This place seems like a lot of fun!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 5:12 pm
((It is. But I've been here for months, and I still don't fit in. I try, I really do. But everyone is so comfortable with everyone else. And I think I can be annoying at times.))
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