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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 8:24 pm
<<*raped* heart >>
The Orinian overlord chuckles softly to himself, eye lazily half-shut as he watches Jade so vainly try to ignore him. Others have perfected the art as well as Taliman himself, yet he seems to get under this kid's skin even when he isn't near her. He could bother her by remote control if he wanted. Coming closer and closer, the fox demon is soon within normal conversing distance, coming to a stop some four feet to her left. He's actually within striking range of her sword now.
"You misunderstand, little girl, though I am inclined to agree."
Indeed, one could envy Tybron. Jade is a fine specimen, no doubt. Her body, however, is all she has going for her as far as Wesley is concerned. In a woman, he has all he could ever wish for at the moment in his wife. He never orders, but still, he has no qualms about skimming the menu from time to time. Letting that cunning smirk linger, he pauses a moment just to look up at the girl, who stands a few inches taller despite her smaller stature. Nonchalantly nodding his head towards the Saiya-jin's sword, he lets his eye trace the length of the blue blade as he continues.
"Could you ever be my equal with your toy there?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 8:53 pm
Something about Taliman always gave Jade the worst feeling in the world, and him coming ever closer only made it more intense. The girl did her best to hide it, but it was obvious. She didn't like him in the least.
Jade left a poised position for striking, and relaxed her stance so that both feet were together again, her tail curling slowly back up around her waist. She held Seinorei in her right hand, and flipped it over her shoulder, neatly tucking it into it's sheath. Even with him within reach, Jade knew better than to try and strike at him the blue blade. The last time she held a sword near him, had ended unpleasently for her.
Still, she couldn't hold back the venom in her words. "When you least expect it..."
Her green eyes watched him carefully for a moment, narrowed slightly, before she inclinded her head to him just a little, and turned her back. The girl walked slowly to the steps, and out of the ring, eventually to the hall and main room beyond. She called for the elevator, and retreated to her and her lovers room for the night, for a chance to relax again.
((And.....goodnight ya'll. >w< *skitters to her Lair*))
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 8:57 pm
(( ::flails:: RAGHHHHHHHHH. ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:16 pm
<>
The Emperor matches the Saiya-jin's stare with his smile, tanned lips together in as confident a look as one can imagine him having. As far as he is concerned, the time that he will "least expect it" is when the brat woman is dead. Fat chance she'll be killing him then. Wesley only closes his narrow eye and ducks his head as Jade passes by on her way out. He at least has the courtesy to say goodnight, albeit condescendingly.
"Sweet dreams. Do give Papa my regards."
Shortly after the words escape his lips, he decides to take his leave as well. Folding both forearms behind his waist, he is enveloped in a deep purple glow, slowly fading away as it disappears.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:21 pm
(( ::wavewave:: Night people! Heeeeee. <3 My car's in mah sig. xP ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 11:09 pm
((My word, why would I ever want sideburns or mutton chops on a female avatar. I am not one of our Forefathers...or Patrick Stump...))
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:44 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 12:19 pm
((Some of the things being unisex is okay, but there's a point where they gotta draw the line.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 12:24 pm
<~>Well I'm sure they're just trying to avoid complaints from people fighting too hard for pixel equality. I think that's what got us two additional avatar shades, additions to the various images that appear in the top logo, the unisex clothing, etc. Everything has to be super sensitive or else they find themselves in a binding situation. It's stupid, but it can't be helped.
Honestly I'm kind of indifferent because where as I don't think everything has to be sex sensitive because a few guys like wearing dresses or whatever, I do think that perhaps it is for the better that they not try to create this illusion that all guys wear pants and all girls wear miniskirts so....:shrug:.<~>
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 1:25 pm
((To each their own. There will be people who refute both sides of the argument. I generally dress my characters how I deem they would dress if they were a real person. I can't say anyone that I play really deviates all that far from the gender norms so its not really an issue.
I've personally met a few girls with mutton chops and side burns, I can't say that it always suited them, but thats just my opinion, but some people can make any look, look good on them. So its prerogative.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 1:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 1:45 pm
The whistle of the wind being split in twain, accompanied by the light clatter of boots against tiled surface, the flurry of an intense blue glare intermingling with dance blood red shone brilliantly within the mage's grasp.
It had been sometime since she had practiced her swordplay. Despite the staff being her current weapon of choice, one would be foolish to not realize that the twin katana still reigned supreme in her hands. With fluid almost dance like movements blades swung effortlessly about her limbs threatening to dismember the appendages with each cut.
Parrying invisible adversaries she crossed blades deflecting would be attacks, exploding into flurried counters, striking low and then high. Within the blink of an eye she had proceeded to spin into a dual colored windmill of destructive force. Surprisingly even amongst all the altering direction and almost random piercing of the wind she had yet to have even grazed the tiles about her feet. Bringing her blades into a true Byakko cross she took a deep breath the air seeming to quake in tandem with her breathing.
Oblivion seemed to almost flicker with a intense red glare as if threatening to slay even the wind that surrounded it. Dionysus glinted alongside its sister an almost tangible will flowing from its cerulean sheen. It was not often the weapons were summoned together. Usually the blue blade assumed the shape of a homely wooden staff, but when brought together with Oblivion the form of a regal blade came to be.
Releasing her stance the mage gazed about the arena her breath soon reminding her of the fatigue that such sword play brought about.
"Ah so you two were lonely...I'll try to not let that happen again."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 2:03 pm
((BRB in case anyone wants to rp.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 4:31 pm
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