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 Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 4:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 4:10 pm
(( PLAYER. ::SLAPSLAP:: ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 4:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 4:35 pm
(( ::Runs around:: ARGH A PIDGEY PECKED BOTH MY EYES OUT!!
::falls, rolling around:: GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 4:37 pm
<*Skeweres the Pidgey that pecked Ichi's eyes out and roasts it* Nummeh....Pokemon, roatisserie style.>
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:01 pm
(( ::Bandages head:: ICHI SMELLS FOOD!! ::wobbles and searches...
and falls off a cliff::
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:05 pm
<*Magically places a mattress at the edge of the cliff to catch her, and is sitting 20 feet away with the roasted Pidgey*>
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:20 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:28 pm
::The tiny puddle of sweat slowly builds, the soft, quiet plops of each drop adding to the pool barely audible. Right next to it - and the only thing touching the ground - can be seen a right index finger, the pad balancing on the rocky floor tile of the ring; he's positioned some twelve feet inside from the western corner. Supporting his entire weight into this one fingertip is the Mystic Orinian himself, completely vertical with his right arm extended, left curled behind his back. Every two and a half seconds, he bends his elbow, bringing his nose just barely to the floor before pushing himself back up to the full extent of his arm, releasing a deep breath.
A few sweatdrops occasionally fall from the end of his nose to the floor, the rest of his body showing a faint glossy layer of sweat on his exposed skin, shining softly in the stadium lights overhead. Headband absorbing most of what builds on his forehead, his glasses are missing, likely taken off due to their inevitable fogginess marring his sight. Wearing a fitted sleeveless red shirt tucked into his black jeans, his hands and bare feet are wound with black tape, bottommost hems of his jeans succumbing to gravity and wrinkling up a few inches above his ankles. Until now, some could argue against the boy actually having any legs underneath those jeans.
Spiked locks of midnight hair droop forward with gravity, swaying gently with each push. The exercise focuses less on Deity's strength - his mere body weight is no trouble at all - and more on balance, holding his entire mass upright and steady upon a surface as small as his fingertip. Of course, he isn't lifting just his own body weight. Keeping his feet as flat as possible and his long legs together, he keeps a silent count of his repetitions in his head. Not like there's some record to beat, he ponders, but still.::
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:31 pm
((T__T No one I've IMed yet has acually been there to hear about my awesometastic good mood. Except Raven, but that happened just as I finished typing.))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:34 pm
<<@Tacity: ...wait....you're in a great mood, and nobody is on to hear you talk about it...?>>
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:55 pm
Of course Deity wasn't lifting just his own body weight, but that of another person entirely as well. The young woman he was lifting was perched on his feet, legs folded into a crossed sitting position. Perhaps not entirely approriate though, considering the short red miniskirt she was wearing. She had on black panties though, so it wasn't indecent. She also had on a large white tanktop, loose enought that her black bra straps were exposed. It might have been one of Deity's tanktops for that matter.
Spread across her fair legs, and part of her combat boots, was a fairly large book. covering the archaeology history of Egypt. While Jade was more of the spontaneous, happy-go-lucky type, Kirra here was a calm, reserved intellectual, in most cases. Tucking a piece of ebony hair out of the way of her thick framed glasses, the girl paused and looked down slightly to where Deity's head was out of sight.
Something had been on her mind as of late, and now seemed to be as good a time as ever to ask him about it. Couldn't hurt, anyways.
"Hey, Deity. Do you remember much of your mother?" Likely, it was a sensitive topic, but that didn't stop Kirra.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:59 pm
((Its incredibly odd. I've prodded two people about it now, so I feel better about having been ignored for like an hour, but yeah. >.> Anywho! My new laptop arrives Thursday. ^___^))
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:00 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:03 pm
((Huzzah for a new laptop!))
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