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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:03 pm
((*glances over at Ichi*
....wha? o_O))
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:06 pm
(( ::gnaws on arm:: Mmmmuh.... ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:08 pm
((I think so. > > It's been a super long time, I know that. ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:08 pm
((*gets gnawed on*
AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!! xp ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:13 pm
[[ -pokes zombie Ichi with a stick- o.O ]]
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:22 pm
::The crisp, silent air of the evening is still, hardly a breath of wind, nor a sound of life, nor a cloud in the sky, only the shadows of the woods and the stars breaking light into the darkness. The dark, towering treetops reach high over the horizon, even an airborne vantage point offering little more than a grander view of the expansive Canadian forest stretching endlessly out. The silence is soon broken, however. A patch of sky in the distance suddenly becomes devoid of stars, as though engulfed by a shadow looming over the trees. As the shadow grows in size, so does the sound of light chirps and squeaks, the chatter most commonly connected to bats. Specifically, lots of bats. As the massive swarm draws nearer, the clicks of their small but powerful voices fill the air, the dense noise echoing throughout the tall trees. What seem to be countless bats soar through the air, not a one of them discernable from another in this cold darkness.
After some time, the huge collection of bats reaches Club Orion, descending rather quickly in a strange, unnatural downward funnel. Only a dozen feet or so from the front doors, the bats converge into themselves, looking to just be vanishing as they nosedive into a black, shadowy shape in the snow, growing ever larger with each bat. Soon, the deafening swarm is reduced to a chirping dozen, the final few flying creatures disappearing into the shape, which is only a yard or so tall. Given definition and color, it turns out to be a man. Well, sort of.
Kneeling, the figure stands up to nearly six feet, indeed a man, though a bit strange-looking. His skin has little pigment, giving it a rather pale appearance, especially when compared to his short, dirty blond hair, parted toward the left side. Stubby sideburns frame his white features, hazel eyes peering out from behind stringy bangs. The newcomer wears a red button-down shirt fastened up to the collar, an age-worn brown trenchcoat worn over it. Both hands securely within worn black gloves, he holds his arms tightly to keep warm, beginning a hasty stride to the door. Settled snow crunches under his rugged leather boots with each step, his beige slacks wrinkling just below his knees, thankfully not in danger of getting soaked.
Twist gripes silently in his head that running here would have at least given him a workout. Bat form makes for quick travel, but it isn't exactly the most quiet approach. Not that he has a need to be stealthy - this place looks interesting, but not threatening. Stepping up to the threshold, the stocky character releases his right hand only long enough to punch at the door a few times. Hardly a typical knock, but hopefully it'll garner attention.
....it doesn't...
Or, at least, not quick enough. Cupping his hands and blowing a heavy breath into them, Andamuel groans to himself, sick of the cold. He isn't built for this kind of crap. He slams his fist to the door again, the heavy frame rattling with each knock. Only five more seconds go by before Twist just grabs the left knob and forces the heavy door open. He yells out randomly to announce his entrance - god forbid the people here couldn't hear his arrival by now.::
Howdy! People, watch out!
::Despite the volume of his voice, there is a hurried yet unenthusiastic tone in his voice as he steps into the building, not even actually looking inside before turning and deftly slamming the door shut again. Gloved palms to the door, he sighs with his head down, shaking a bit of snow from his boots one leg at a time. After warming up a little, Twist stands straight and looks around, surveying the massive room. His face is both intrigued and annoyed, lips puckered together and dark brows furrowed. After a few seconds, the interest fades just in time for the irritation to make its presence known.::
S'nobody answer the god damn door 'round here?
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:27 pm
(( ::Lurches:: RAAAAAAAAAAGH! ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:29 pm
((*begins to feel woozy... and starts swaying back and forth, the color draining from his face*
redface ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:29 pm
The art of bending water was paired originally with a combat style that emphasized redirecting an opponent's actions and using his power against him. Red got her feet wet in a few things here and there, and this was no different as it was needed for even the most basic forms of a larger art. Though the nausea was starting to make her feel as though she might convulse or even vomit any time now, she ignored it as she approached the task at hand.
He seemed to be strangely obsessed with attacking her chest region, and she could only assume that it had something to do with the style he was using. Either way, it made things easier for her. His attacks almost inevitably had to be thrusts at her body. Catching on to this, she simply parried, batting his saber to the inside as she stepped in from the outside, grabbing his elbow with her right hand and pulling him in her direction as she threw her staff out to catch his legs, hoping he would trip due to the momentum caused by her tug.
Regardless she would soon step back in case he brought that saber around, fall or not. She wasn't in the mood to lose any body parts due to carelessness.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:35 pm
<<@Niitsy: ...yes? ninja >>
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:38 pm
.....[OoC]: "What's with the new character?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:42 pm
<<...what about him? . =; >>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:44 pm
.....[OoC]: "Well... it just seems like everyone's making new characters."
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