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(( i know you did. i'm not trying to take anything away from you. i was just trying to come up with a way to roleplay my growth from a very, very, very crappy roleplayer to a halfway ok one. and i tried to come up with some other form of power then just power. sorry to have confused you. yeah, nothing personal was meant in it. i was just trying to post my chary's mentality and thinking process. its kinda hard to do for me, but i tried atleast. help and tips is always appreciated. where do you live. it seems when i am on, people arnt, and when people, im not.))

Yo-ko grabbed himself a bottle of his favorite blue sake that always seemed to be kept in the same place forever sense he had been here. He pulled it out and placed it on the counter with a dull thud, revealing it to be full of its contents. He turned around to grab him a glass, not wanting to completly free-load of hospitality but still wanting something to drink, as an idea hit him. A second glass prehaps? He looked around the bar, trying too see if he could get a good glance into the lounge. Even if he couldnt see, his good hearing could pick up a converstation matching the lady and the man that she walked with. No matter how "evil" yo-ko still was, he completly understood the means of privacy and didnt harden his ears or eavsdrop. He just went back to what he did normally: think, plan, act.

He grabbed himself a glass and put it on the bar to pore himself some sake as his eyes flicked up to look at the second glass. For 10 seconds or so he did this, still undecided of his course of actions. He didn't want to be romantically involved with her, or anyone in this bar really, he just wanted to have a good time on his self proclaimed "home-comming." He knew nothing about her; who she was, where she came from, what her powers where. Nothing. Not only that, Yo-ko and his cheap little tricks and antics really racked the nerves of most people easly. The only way he could talk to most people was when they where drunk, and then they didnt understand him or care to understand him at that point. So in a last discision snort and laugh, Yo-ko gave up the idea of bring her a drink. Maybe some other time. She is having fun already.

Yo-ko walked out past the bar to go in and meet some other people, maybe see if they would stop, give a old time friend a "hi-ya" if it was called for. Still, he couldnt get her off his mind. His race was so far stretched and thin that it was very rare to meet another fox demon. He just wanted to know her. He wanted to know everyone a little better. Like always, whenever Yo-ko had a corny little plan, he had a sheepish smile/grin that came on his face as he took a sip of his sake. Walking in a very balanced, composed, and warrior like manner with his drink in hand, he walks over to the vicinity of Jade and user, hoping to get a good conversation starting with old friends again.

Valin just nodded, his face still pale. His mind was still swimming from the images scarred into his mind by sheer brute force. He could feel the pain ripple in the Force. It was easing a bit now, becoming something incomprehensible rather than something nearly unbearable. Anger welled up in Valin - how could Rutum do this?! But he quelled his rage almost as quickly as it started, it served no purpose for a Jedi. It would distract and lead him down a path too familiar if he simmered on it too long. So he pushed the anger away...

The Jedi nodded, "I think that's my destiny. To stop him. It feels like the path the Force has chosen for me."

He reached desperately into the Force, looking with his mind's eye into the very essence of life himself for a trace of the Dark Lord of the Sith... and yet... nothing. He was gone, once more, Valin sighed, "He will show himself again... in time. He looks to show off. He likes to show us his power. And eventually that'll mean he'll want to do so in person."

Valin didn't quite like 'Then let him come' comment. It sounded brave and powerful but he still didn't quite like it. She seemed too sure of it. Valin... didn't want to kill the man. He wanted to redeem him, but that just felt too impossible. He would do what needed to be done if it came to that, but redemption was always an option. In effect, what he really wanted was to kill Rutum - but bring the human trapped within the Sith back. Whatever was his destiny, whatever the Force willed, that's what would happen ultimately though.

He lifted himself from the table, following Red closely behind. Being around people would hopefully drown out the brooding feelings that lingered from the conversation. He just needed to relax...

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They said the same thing aout Jesus and look where he ended up, EVERYONE WORSHIPS HIM!
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She could sense his intent, though she chose not to pry into his mind, which felt like warm butter to her; ready to cut into at any moment she chose. Perhaps it was not his discipline to keep his thoughts more to himself. It mattered very little to her either way, but it was worth noting.

Turning to her right to face him, she looked unimpressed and uninterested, which was about the warmest greeting he, or anyone, could expect from her the first time around. She nodded politely, her curly red locks flowing over her shoulders as her head dipped, but she eyed silently, all the while debating whether or not to answer him with a gesture or with speech. She could smell the essence of his being, the kitsune that he really was, something certainly not human, but not inhuman either. It was a difficult scent to describe.

It was the same sort of scent she caught from the small child that she paid little attention too until the tiny thing ran into the kitchen. The difference between the small girl and this mature male, aside from gender and age, was that there was something else familiar about the child. Red herself could not exactly mark it, but there was a some connection between her and that girl less than four degrees.

"A glass of water would be fine, thank you."

Her voice was commanding, but it flowed like water from her mouth. She could not help sounding like a figure of authority, but she could remove the venom from her words when it suited her. However, her sentiments about foreigners, especially males, had once again made her overlook the fact that she had overlooked introducing herself again, not that she felt particularly inclined one way or another.

Yo-ko looked at her with a certain bit of amazment. He felt...edgy. Like a shadow hiding in a ally, unable to pinpoint its location. It felt like somethign rapping and creeping along the walls of his mind. So she had this ability to enter minds, or at least look into them? Yo-ko couldnt know, but he rememebred the feeling. She had always made him practice crap like that.

The weaknes to entering a mind is the belief that everything felt, heard, say, and thought was genuine. He could rememebr the old hag's words perfectly now as if it where 2 seconds ago; "even emotions, thoughts, and feelings can be weapons Yo-kisato. You have to learn to master yourself, or your opponent can take advantage of your very own essence. You have the abilities to stop them from doing this." Just thinking of old Genkai's lessons made Yo-ko cringe inside. They had always proved brutally effective and neccessary when it came to tougher opponents.

He remembered her very unusual mastery of the Reiki and most spiritual arts as well as physical arts. When revealing what a mastered and balanced mind, body, and spirit could do she usd to say on thing and do another. she could even pretend to focus her spirit someplace else. When yo-ko learned to invade others mind with his spirit, she was even thinking another attack as well. it was really annoying. Yo-ko wasnt quite to that level, but he still strived and exeeded even the best "masters" of themselves. Illusionists. Thats all they where.

Yo-ko knew when he met a true spiritualist and warrior. Even if they never accepted the title, you could never be a good fighter withoug being a decent spiritualist. A trinity is needed: you cant fight on the Shadows level with only two you openly use. He could feel her spirit radiantly. she was a Real combatant. He just hoped she would take him deeper the face value. It would be dangerous not to.

Judging by his observations of her so far, she seemed to radiat an anger or a ego like thing about her of pushing people off. This was a difficult aura to break through, but Yo-ko beleived he could do that. The secrets of the Yin-Yang was in everything. If she was hard, Yo-ko would be soft. Everything was in flux to achieve balance.

He heard her request for water in a stern and demanding voice. Just like Genkai. ********, now he actually missed the old hag. He was surprised that even with all his training was wasnt radiating a anger/pity/sadness like feeling around him. That was how he felt. He reached for a glass, and remembered that there was a different way of doing this. He spoke out in a warm, happy, and enjoying life type of voice like he always did with people he knew. Yo-ko always seemed to be effectivly "hi on life."

"Would you like a glass? Bottle? Sparkling? Flavored? I could get you all of that to choose from if you wish, kitsun-ita....."

(( lol i did this in la class when i was supposed to be doing a research paper...))

(( ah, im on eastern time. that sucks....guess i will see you now and then til summer neh?))