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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:12 am
(( Considering what one would usually consider the norms of spring break and school, yeah that does seem pretty backwards.
And did you just say that you've already had spring break? My school has to wait another week before spring break starts. ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:11 pm
((Aye, it was an early one for us. It took me by surprise, snuck up on me. Not that I mind. I made up a lot of sleep and a lot of laughs with old friends this past week. Now it's back to the grindstone. ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:22 pm
(( *Poke Poke* *Is doing Physics lab and history project crying ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 8:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 10:49 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 1:09 pm
(( If you're going to post an OOc comment, do it in Parenthesis... as for me, I'M BORED! Someone best be online or somethin'... I'm getting sick of only seeing god damned OOC comments in the place! Now, if someone is alive, POST HERE NOW. O.o I'm gonna spend as long as I can to start... something! ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:09 pm
((Damn I missed you by 4 hours sad ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 2:05 pm
(( WHAA Where is everyone!?!?!?! gonk ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 2:30 pm
Irianna sits on the edge of the stone fountain in front of the dojo, her leatherbound book laying open in her lap. Violet eyes focus on the neatly written notes. Since coming to the dojo, the winged woman has been writing in the partially blank book. Some of what she has written are poems, short stories, and memorable events in her life. Most of the book has been dedicated to combat theories based on combinations of flight, natural currents of air, and varying uses of chakra. Not being properly instructed in the complexities of using chakra, Irianna has not dared to attempt most of the envisioned tactics. Though once in a while, like today, Irianna gives herself a chance to test her ideas.
As Irianna reads, one slender hand reaches out to her right side, the other keeping the book balanced. Finished with the passage, she closes her violet eyes. With her sight gone, Irianna is better able to concentrate on her other senses. She hears air passing by her still form, through trees in the distance, around the fountain, through the grass, around and through the dojo. The wind brings scents both familiar and unfamiliar to her nose, including the scents of her own body. The winged woman can feel the air flowing past her body, through her hair, rustling her white gown.
Eyes still closed, still concentrating on the information being brought in via her skin, ears, and nose, Irianna narrows her brow in thought. The next part is tricky. Her intent is to produce a doppleganger, a clone of herself. The winged woman thinks back to her encounters with first Nekojiri and then Kaimen Clough, the only people she has spoken to in the walls of the dojo. She supposes producing a doppleganger would be child's play for them. Not so for a young woman so new to the arts of a ninja.
What should I do next? I know the wind is acquainted with my presence, and that could be key to making a copy of myself, but what next? That's the only step I haven't really decided on...
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 4:55 pm
(( OH surprised LIFE!!! YAY! xd blaugh 3nodding *Is hyper* ))
* Hunter wakes up from a way too long sleeping period, stis on his bed in a come-like state *
Ugh...
*Mumbles the rest of his early thoughts*
EDIT:
(( *Notices his 2 hour lateness*))
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 6:42 pm
((2 hour lateness powers activate....))
As the sun set and the moon rose, Sage made his way back to the dojo. He arrived in front after a long long walk, but something was different about him. Something strange. Something easily seen. He was covered in pancakes. Pancakes on his face, Pancakes on his hands, pancakes all over. He was a veritable Pancake Man.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 6:45 pm
Finally deciding on a course of action, Irianna allows a small amount of chakra to emit from her outstretched hand. Like moths drawn to a flame, several small currents of air begin to wrap around her hand and snake through her fingers. The feeling is pleasant and relaxing, but Irianna refuses to be distracted. Instead, she wills more currents of air to separate themselves from the atmosphere and wrap around her outstretched arm. Eventually, the air currents begin to coil around Irianna's entire body, wrapping around her like invisible bandages.
Once her body is entirely encased, Irianna pauses, thinking through her next set of actions. Her brow furrows again. A contemplative sigh emits from her lips. The hand that steadies her thick book, its pages flapping wildly, twitches a little. Purely out of habit, Irianna wants to run a hand through her mane of red hair. She knows that any movement will ruin her concentration, though, and stays her hand.
As prepared as she can possibly be, Irianna clears her mind of all unnecessary thoughts. Existing in her mind now are only thoughts of her efforts to maintain the air circulating around her still form and a clear image of herself sitting on the fountain with legs crossed, right arm outstretched, eyes closed, wings folded to her back, and one hand in her lap to steady her book. Irianna imagines that mental image of herself unfolding her legs, clutching the book to her chest, getting to her feet, and moving forward.
For the first time since beginning the doppleganger spell, Irianna opens her eyes. The result is disappointing. Standing with its back to Irianna is little more than a shadowy figure in the shape of a winged woman. The shadow has definite dimensions, but lacks even the illusion of substance or features. Irianna sighs and allows the shadow and her collection of air currents to disperse.
Better luck next time...
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 6:53 pm
After looking over the dojo for a few moments, Sage takes a deep breath. mmmm, foresty. it's been quite a while since I came around here....and if I can manage to hold onto these pancakes for just a while longer, maybe I can spook someone too...
As he looks around, Sage spots Irianna, and walks slowly over towards her. His arms outstreached and his left leg dragging along as we walks. He then begins to emit a low moan, trying his best to look like a pancake covered zombie.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 7:02 pm
Just as she gets to her feet, Irianna hears footsteps and then a soft noise from somewhere behind the fountain. Accompanying the sounds is the smell of...pancakes? Curious, the winged woman picks up her leatherbound book and walks around the fountain until she finds the source of the odd noises. Irianna's violet eyes widen for a moment.
"Eh?"
Her failure to produce a true doppleganger is forgotten as Irianna begins to laugh, a raucous and carefree sound. It isn't long before the winged woman is holding her sides and slapping one thigh with her book.
"Wh-who the hell are you? Did you lose a fight with a baker or what?" Irianna manages to ask the stranger through fits of steadily more controllable giggles.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 7:08 pm
After blinking a few times, Sage shrugged. As he shrugged, the multitude of pancakes covering him fell away, landing in a pile around his feet. As the pancakes fell, Sage let loose a chuckle. well, you can't scare them all...
As his chuckle died down, Sage posed dramatically....or as dramatically as one can pose when thier feet are covered in pancake. " I am the wandering healer....master of laughter and apprentice of ectoplasm, I....AM...SAGE!"
After waiting a moment, Sage then broke his pose and dusted himself off, asking, " and who are you miss?"
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