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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 11:00 pm
Reeve puts aside his tea, looking at Seph strangely.
"Care to explain?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 11:03 pm
Seph's gaze locked with Nyl's. "Haven't they always been?"
And then the microwave 'Ding!'ed, and Seph's eyes flashed back to blue.
"..What just happened?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 11:05 pm
Nyl's face gave away nothing.
"You made oatmeal."
~Reeve, I swear to you I will explain when I have a free and safe moment.~
((But right now I have to go to bed. See you guys tomorrow?))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 11:06 pm
(( Perhaps, tomorrow is Swing Night and Pub night, so I dunno...))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 11:09 pm
"Oh, right." He opened the microwave and pulled his oatmeal out, then returned to the table to eat.
((I've got to rewrite a few papers, write a review, then get up by 8. I'm thinking all-nighter? ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 11:22 pm
(( I'll be up at least until 3))
Reeve sits down, returning to his tea, stifling another yawn.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:59 am
(( Uhmm... yah... o.o Coolies. I'll just like... yeah. )) Yuki yawned big and stretched all at the same time at the kitchen table. She was tired, yes, but the lazy tired, not the 'I just woke up" one. Slowly standing up, she walked outside and into the sunshine, letting the rays warm her body. She was wearing her new outfit, of course. And she seemed quite happy! (Yay~!)
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 7:48 pm
A stiff breeze ruffles white feathers, red hair, and a white sundress. Iri opens her eyes and sighs in relief. She has been laying on her back along a strong tree limb high in the boughs of an oak, enjoying the shade and hoping for a stray gust of air to ease the heat of the day. Her legs are wrapped around the limb and wings spread and held horizontally for balance. Iri's arms are cushioning her head. Violet eyes gaze through the canopy of leaves and up at a perfectly blue sky.
Iri sits up on the limb. Leaning against the trunk of the tree are her naginata and two plain steel tessen. She gets to her feet, carefully balancing herself with her wings, and retrieves the weapons. Naginata in one hand and both tessen in the other, she leaps from the branch and makes a slow glide to the dojo's front plaza.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 7:57 pm
Once her feet touch the ground, Iri turns toward the dirt path leading to the dojo. She tilts her head in curiousity. I didn't beat Sage to the dojo by that much, did I? Not that I meant to lose him in the first place...
The woman's wings shrug and she starts toward the path. She doesn't intend to leave the grounds of the dojo. Instead, she begins to search the surrounding trees for Sage. Iri is eager for him to return. The kind of practice she needs to perform with her naginata requires a moving target, and the best and safest target she can ask for is Emy the ecto-golem. So until Sage shows up Iri will keep looking for him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:26 pm
The cane had been lying on the floor by 'his' bed, as was the bandages that were once wrapped around him in various places. It seemed like he was feeling better. After all, he was standing looking like an angel. His back was to the room, and his skin was that of porcelain, or so it seemed. Unscathed, or scarred...He seemed fine. Light from the window shone through at him, making him look angelic, but he was like everyone else. A regular human being with the title of possibly being immortal. Then again...it was only a rumor, especially back in Konoha. But believe it or not...Clow was finally a okay.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:50 pm
Iri returns to the front plaza. Her expression is one of acute boredom. Not only has she not seen any sign of her errant travel partner, but the woman's attention span has reached its limits. She can only search the woods for so long before needing a new form of distraction.
Half-lidded eyes stray to the naginata in Iri's right hand. A thought crosses her mind. If she can't practice combat skills, she can at least start getting her body used to wielding the weapon again.
That in mind, Iri tosses her two tessen aside and moves into a practiced stance. She grips the naginata in both hands, palms and fingers finding familiar resting places on the smooth wood. Iri hefts the weapon, familiarizing herself with its weight. Though the shaft seems to be constructed entirely of wood, its core is of the same durable metal as the blade at its end. This makes the weapon very heavy, but it's also much more difficult to break or slice the shaft in half. The naginata's durability is just part of what makes it so valuable in its wielder's eyes.
Once she is satisfied that she is accustomed to the feel of her weapon, Iri forms an image of an enemy in her mind. Then she begins to twirl, slash, and lunge with the blade of the naginata. Her feet, body, and wings move in smooth patterns. Each movement is used for balance, increasing or decreasing speed, and increasing or decreasing the force of each imagined blow. The woman looks as though she is fighting a ghost seen by her eyes alone.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:56 pm
Wolven Clow#2 The cane had been lying on the floor by 'his' bed, as was the bandages that were once wrapped around him in various places. It seemed like he was feeling better. After all, he was standing looking like an angel. His back was to the room, and his skin was that of porcelain, or so it seemed. Unscathed, or scarred...He seemed fine. Light from the window shone through at him, making him look angelic, but he was like everyone else. A regular human being with the title of possibly being immortal. Then again...it was only a rumor, especially back in Konoha. But believe it or not...Clow was finally a okay. Nami was making her way down the hall to Clow's temporary room. She was clad in a pair of gray pants and slightly baggy shirt, hair tied back from her face. In her hands she held some scrolls Clow had asked for and a mug of tea for the red-head.
As she rounded on the doorway a soft gasp of surprise fled her lips and her grip on the mug slackened although she didn't notice the lapse until a crash echoed about the room.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:59 pm
Clow's ears perked and his head tilted to the right a bit, and down, as if not knowing if he had heard correctly. Then he blinked widely and turned around slowly to see what it was.
"Nami...?"
Clow still looked angelic until he had stepped forward away from the window, and headed for Nami's direction, going into a light jog.
"You okay?"
He then bent down before looking up again, as he started to pick up the mug, which lay in pieces.
"You look like you've seen a ghost..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:07 pm
"You...you're better." She said almost as though she didn't believe it, eyes running up and down Clow's body. Just the day before he'd been in bed with his bandages, cane within hand's reach...
Or had that been yesterday? Maybe three days ago? They all seemed to run into one another lately.
"Oh thank god." She mumbled, instantly throwing her arms around his neck and pulling herself against him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:10 pm
Clow smiled and wrapped his arms around her tightly, falling backwards on the floor with a small light thud, and chuckled.
"I'm fine. You've been sleeping for like...three days straight. I've been fine for a day or so. I've been making sure you were comfy."
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