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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:29 pm
"Tea?...Tea...? TEA?! Are you not worried, for the sake of our child?! For the sake of our lives?!"
Clow threw out his arms, angered beyond belief and widening his eyes. He snorted a bit and then grit his teeth.
"No, I will not have tea! If you won't come to bed...then...then..."
He tried to think, but yelled again.
"...I'M GETTING THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
And with Clow stormed off, headed for the door leading outside, in a fit of anger. Once opening it, he slammed it behind him hard, making the walls shake a bit. Clow was quite powerful when mad...but what would he do now?
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:29 pm
Nyl looked over at Clow, frowning.
"I really don't think you have any place to say that right now, Clow."
She watched him leave with a sigh.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:32 pm
Nami stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide. "Clow!" But he had already turned his back on her. "Come back, hey!" There was a tiny vibration in the room and Nami slumped back into her chair, cursing under her breath.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:33 pm
"I'll f**kin' teach her to mess around..."
Clow said, pocketing his hands tightly into his tight pants pockets, and stormed off towards the forest.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:39 pm
Nyl got up and put her teacup in the sink. She looked at Nami seriously.
"Do you want me to go after him?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:40 pm
Nami stared hard at her food, suddenly at a loss for appetite. Instead she took a breath, willing herself not to cry and hating the hormones rushing through her that were making the corner of her eyes burn.
She wiped at her face uselessly, thankful when the tears didn't actually spill. Pushing her plate away, she glared at the now empty spot before her, letting out a sigh and closing her eyes briefly.
She glanced up at Nyl's offer and shook her head. "You don't have to..." she trailed off. "I don't know what kind of mood he's in now."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:46 pm
Entering the forest, Clow grit his teeth and released a hand in the form of a tight fist and punched a tree, uprooting it and sending it flying through the forest. A dark presence seemed to overcome him, before he finally stopped dead in his tracks and gulped. Now he seemed frozen in fear.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:54 pm
Nyl put a hand on Nami's shoulder reassuringly. "There's definitely something up with him. I'm sure he'll come back - when he does, I'll talk with him about this. I promise."
((Must go to bed. Brain death.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:56 pm
"Thanks...I think I'm just going to go lie down...hopefully he'll cool off enough to come in and talk about it." She got up from the table and left the kitchen. [[gnight nyl]]
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 12:00 am
Clow's chakra was flaring and spiking up to questionable heights, before it fell again to normal and a second signature could be felt next to Clow's. Clow went limp and fell to the ground frozen in fear, while his chakra had molded into a figure with a black coat and red clouds as the design. He stood tall and looked towards the GNA.
"Nami...we will meet at last...in the flesh."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 3:06 pm
Irianna sits with her back against the stone fountain, facing away from the dojo and toward the dirt track leading to the grassy plaza. Now that spring has set in, the young woman finds this spot to be one of her favorites. The stone of the fountain feels cool against her wings and the ground is cushioned by lush new grass. When she is seated, the fountain's size and height makes Irianna hard to notice from the dojo. Not only is the place private and comfortable, but a soft breeze often plays through the plaza. For Irianna, the location is relaxing and easy to concentrate in. Perfect for her current occupation.
Before Irianna is a neat pile of blank sheets of paper and scattered pieces of ripped sheets of paper. The ripped up sheets are the result of Irianna's first attempts at her own version of Sage's pancake man trick. Instead of covering herself in pancakes, the young woman is practicing chakra control by trying to make a sheet of paper stick to her hand. So far, the results have been less than satisfying. It took the young woman long enough to center the chakra in her hand and keep it there. Being a wind adept by nature, Irianna wants to emit the energy and attract wind currents. Now the woman is trying to regulate how much chakra goes into her hand. Too much and the paper either rips on contact or just gets pushed away. Too little and nothing happens at all. Irianna is having trouble finding the right amount of chakra while keeping the chakra centered within her palm.
I can't imagine doing this with my entire body, let alone moving and keeping up other activities at the same time. Heh, shows just how much of an amateur I am. Sage seemed to do this effortlessly with his pancakes, and I'm just trying to get a single sheet of paper to stick to my palm. At least this is taking up time. I really owe that guy.
Sighing a little, Irianna holds her hand before her face. Blocking out everything else, the winged woman focuses on her chakra. She draws a small amount from within herself and sends it to her hand. The energy immediately tries to disperse into the air, but several hours of practice allow Irianna to trap it with relative ease. With the chakra focused, she reaches over to the stack of paper with her other hand and draws forth a single sheet. She holds the paper near her hand and watches as the sheet begins to drift away. Too much chakra, she thinks and lowers the level of chakra in her hand. The paper goes still. Too little chakra, and she raises the chakra level by a hair's breadth. She presses her palm agains the paper experimentally. When she tries to pull away, the paper stays against Irianna's palm.
Irianna grins and lets go of the paper. Not letting up her concentration in the least, she flaps her hand around and watches as the paper stays stuck to her hand. An unexpected giggle escapes the woman's lips. After failing to produce a doppleganger a day or two ago, this small victory is very gratifying.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 3:12 pm
As Irianna giggles with glee at her first sucess, Sage runs screaming through the forest. He runs like a madman, moving at a speed of just a tiny smidgeon faster than his persuers. He speeds his way up along the dirt track, pancake 'armor' still fully active. He then makes his way past Irianna, and around the fountain. All the while he screams, " Squiiiiiiirels! Run for the hills, it's army of squirrrels!"
Meanwhile, what looks like a mass of brown fur gives chase to Sage. It looms over the dirt track, and follows him as parts of pancake crumble off and leave a trail for them to follow.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 5:15 pm
Irianna watches as first Sage and then the squirrels rush by. For a moment, the young woman's violet eyes are very wide, her face oddly blank, and her body very still. Eventually, though, Irianna brings herself to admit that she really just saw a ninja being chased down by an army of squirrels.
Once the shock fades, the winged woman hurriedly picks up her mess of paper, stuffing it all into her travel bag. Looking slightly alarmed, Irianna looks around for the apparently distressed man, thinking as she does, Either the poor guy really is being attacked, or this is a very elaborate illusion meant to trick me or some other poor soul.
Not knowing what else to do, Irianna begins to follow the trail of pancake bits. Or at least, the few bits that survived the squirrel army.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 6:30 pm
As he continued to run, Sage began to think. lets see...squirrels...they like pancakes...right? but why MY pancakes...oh...right...they're fluffy soft bits of heaven in the form of pastry. fine then, I'll dump the armor, run up a wall, and hide on the roof...unless there's more on the roof...maybe I should try inflating a baloon of ectoplasm in the pancakes? hmmm...no. I'd rather not try that...
After making his plan, Sage focused himself. He increased the flow of chakra around his body by about double what it was at. This caused the pancakes to melt off his form and fall to the ground. Now free of his pancakes, Sage adjucated his chakra flow to his feet and hands. He then scrambled his way up one of the walls of the dojo, and released his focus. He turned to watch the small army of squirrels ravage the pile of pancake goo and let out a sigh of relief.
As the squirrels filled thier bellies on what was once Sage's pancake armor, Sage shook his hands out and relaxed on the roof. He then said to himself, " A good time to keep from invoking murphy's law...it is, it is."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 7:13 pm
It doesn't take long for Irianna to find the army of squirrels. The rodents are chowing down on something, and considering their meal isn't putting up a fight, the winged woman can only assume that Sage hasn't been injured. Curious, Irianna spreads her wings and flaps into the air, looking for the strange man.
Violet eyes find Sage hiding out on the roof of the dojo. What a strange person, Irianna thinks as she lowers her altitude. Bare feet touch the dojo's roof, and the winged woman walks up to Sage. One eyebrow quirks and she says, "I had no idea squirrels were so fond of pastries."
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