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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:24 pm
"Can you keep up with me Miss Nami?"
The voice came from beside her, and then in front of her and then all around her.
"I wish you could get out of this tunnel...but to my likings, it's never ending."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:26 pm
morroku starts doing a series of flips and rolls to work himself out
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:32 pm
As Morroku does his flipping and rolling, Sage finishes his noodles. With that done, he walks out of the kitchen and stares at the man working out in the middle of the main room in the dojo.
"So...you new around the dojo?"
((if you were doing it elsewhere, specify that next time in your posts.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:43 pm
morroku forms seals and then puts his palms together and opens them towards his wolves and says"Ying Yang beast technique"his wolves fall unconcious on the floor morroku begins to through a seziure his left side grows black fur claw and ear but his right grows white fur claw and ear he grows ten times his original size he looks at sage in a deep vocie the beast replies"ohhh sorry sir didn't mean to disturb you" it turns and bows "im a jounin of the yami dojo"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:47 pm
Sage watched, then blinked and shrugged, " really now? so you're the replacement for Fenris then?"
is he trying to impress me? or perhaps scare me? oh come on...the eyes behind that slit in the door are scarier than a fuzzy guy with claws...granted, he may well be able to kill me, but it's not like that's going to put too much of a crimp on my lifestyle. Just means I'll have to make an ectoplasmic body to inhabit...which would be a pain in the a**.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:52 pm
he sits in a kneeling postion "so whut do u specialize in sir" he looks excited at the ninja
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:53 pm
Sage smirks, " I specialize in the manipulation of Ectoplasm. You know...the stuff that ghosts are made of. I have minors in Healing, and the basics of the Mental Arts."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:53 pm
Wolven Clow#2 "Can you keep up with me Miss Nami?"
The voice came from beside her, and then in front of her and then all around her.
"I wish you could get out of this tunnel...but to my likings, it's never ending." "Well I'm not exactly in the best condition am I? You should know that." The fierce protectiveness that seemed to be thriving within her flared as she fought her way through a few more. She just needed to keep the hits away from her stomach and pray for help.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:58 pm
"i specialize in beast with man transformations like the one im in now hold on"he returns to his real form and his wolfs regain conscious "ohh these are my wolves he points at the black one"thats jodu"the black wolf looks up and says "yo"morroku points at the white one"and thats shiba"...the white wolf just nods
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 10:02 pm
Morroku says "well its time for us to leave bye sir" morroku and his wolves leave the main dojo
(i g2g late)
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 10:04 pm
Sage nods to the two wolves. He then scratches his head a bit with his mostly red skinned right arm. He then looks back to morroku, " right...have a nice one then."
((note: his arm is red skinned because he just regrew the skin, it will return to it's normal shade within a day.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 2:06 pm
One more stitch and...
"Finished!"
Irianna holds up her gown, freshly washed and mended, to admire her work. The stitches are no where near perfect. They are, however, better than her first try. All it took was a little experimentation to hide each mend well enough to make it look decent. It helps of course that the gown naturally folds in places, making the imperfections easier to disguise. And she was able to get every stain out of the cotton fabric.
A contented sigh escapes her lips and she stands from her bed to put her gown away in a drawer. She would change back into the garment, but she has a task in mind for which a dress or skirt isn't suited. Searching eyes cast about for the woman's travel bag. The bag, much lighter now that Irianna isn't carrying her every possession in it, is sitting in one corner of the room. The woman snatches it up and eases it over her shoulder. The scratches are fully healed but the large bruise on her back will take a little more time to heal.
Irianna hums a song, low and soft, as she walks out of her room and through the main hall of the dojo.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 2:20 pm
Yuki, in kitty form, lay comfortably, curled up, on a couch cushion. The cat was quite content and warm where it was. And disturbances might trigger it to scratch or bite at whatever it was... or just lazily sloop back to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 2:27 pm
The clang of steel on steel can be heard from the courtyard as Reeve continues his training regimen. All through the day he'd increased the pace, until there was almost no break inbetween the attacks of the floating weapons. It was, in effect, a seamless simulated battle of twenty to one, with Reeve continually on the defence. "Eyagh!" Reeve cries as he parries a particularly heavy b*****d sword, staggering under the weight of it. "Okay, enough!" As the weapons float back to their sundry racks, Reeve walk-staggers into the main room, panting.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 2:36 pm
The cat's ears twitched and flicked as the sound of clanging swords and metal was heard. After a long moment, the cat gave up trying to fall back asleep as it stood on all fours and stretched a bit before sropping down off the couch and wandering off into a hall.
A few minutes later, the female human version of Yuki wandered out, fully dressed as she noticed the clanging had stopped. She looked around curiously. She noticed a tired looking Reeve walk in as she tilted her head and placed her hands on her hips. "Oi, now, what were you doing outside with all tha' ruckus goin' on?"
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