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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 5:27 am
(( ninja Good post Fierce, very dramatic ninja ))
(( xp too bad there's nothing I can do to join xp ))
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:49 am
<And way to get your stuff back Carl!! Hope the a*****e got what was coming to him.
Very trippy post Deity. Unlike...much of anything yet to happen in the Orion.>>
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 1:33 pm
Yo-ko looked on from the booth, his blue eyes twinkling with a certain feeling of want. He was tired of waiting for people to leave go off on their own, so he decided to make the first initiatve. Scooting out of the booth, the red kitsune began to walk across the club floor for the bar, where everyone seemed to convine.
These people still confused Yo-ko. How thye could be such close friends with eachother. With every step he took, he was feeling more doubt. He knew that he had a tendency to tick people off; his timing most of all. He just hoped that he wouldnt do it this time. He really wanted to connect with the people of the club. He felt as if he had waisted his time here. He.....
Too late to think, he had reached the bar where Red and the others where sitting at. He thought about how he should approach this, then looked for an open seat at the bar near them. Walking over to them, while swallowing his nervousness, he spoke.
"hey...um...can i join in on this conversation? I would like to get to know you all better. I believe a dialogue is the best way to accomplish this....."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:05 am
{{Nice Carl got his stuff back...I never got my stuff back when I was hacked. Then again Carl’s shoes are most likely the same worth as everything I lost back then.}}
The front doors of Club Orion creaked open with a tender sound, the whining wood marking the entrance of a long lost friend. Outside the thunder crackled and it sounded almost as if metal was being twisted. The sky would open up and rain would come down in little droplets and splash across the surface of the world, it was strange how the rain started the moment the stranger had come.
Did the rain bring him, or did he bring the rain?
The 6’4” man who caste a shadow into the Club took off the hood over his face to reveal himself, all the while strolling casual across the room towards the bar. He moved with a purpose and had no doubts on where he was going for he remembered the soft smell of alcohol and the tender touch of the wood under his feet like it was yesterday. The rain poured outside still and the sound of the water pattering on the roof was like a symphony of sorrow untold.
The cloaked man was Tamashii, the Abyss Devil of Orion, he had come to say hello once again in-between his long and chaotic life. Through his journeys he found many beautiful places but none like CO that made him feel at such peace. He smelled of maple forests today and wore a fine attire of clothing that was a dark as his charred skin. Removing the cloak with a steady hand and draping it across a stool as he sat down next to it on another stool. How long had he been gone he was not sure but the moment someone recognized him he was sure to be told how long it had been.
Then again he could not see a single person in sight, hence the so calming nature of Club Orion, no one was ever around to disturb you.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:16 am
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<<::pokepoke:: Tama, you've stumbled upon an active RP this time...so take note of the other characters (Yo-ko, Jade, Kenta, Red and Sone at least), and they'll get back to you when they likely post later today~>>
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 2:28 pm
::His head down, the boy moved from the crowd to the casket at the center, propped up over the hole that had been dug. Deity watched as from his back the boy produced a rose. It was old, rotting. A dying rose. He placed it gently on the polished surface of the coffin, then just turned with a somber drag to his step and started walking up the hill. Deity moved to follow, stopping to see what the gravestone said. His eyes couldn't focus on it. All he could read was a feeling. Dread, loss. There were no words, but he didn't need them. The boy was almost gone. He'd lose him again. Deity forgot the tombstone, pushed through the crowd of people and ran up the hill to continue the conversation.::
I haven't made any choice, though...
::Deity spoke as he caught up with the boy at the corridor, the concrete cold against his bare toes. A man in the nearby cell had his arms draped through the steel bars, drearily watching as Deity and the boy passed. It looked like the guards were off duty, but the boy didn't seem to pay it any mind. He responded sarcastically.::
Not making it and not remembering when you made it are not to be confused.
What did I do...?
::The strange boy rose one hand and tapped Deity on the forehead as they walked through the shadowy hallway.::
You forgot.
::He paused, embarrassed.::
...I forget a lot of stuff.
::His voice echoed off of the concrete, something the other men weren't doing. No sound. The boy smiled, an expression not shared by any of the prisoners caged between the walls at their sides. They were so quiet.::
That's why I'm here.
::Deity urged the boy to go on.::
What did you forget?
::The boy turned. He fastened the last button of his jacket as he faced the taller of the two, only blackness framing his small figure. He spoke with a correcting tone.::
No, I didn't forget anything.
::Deity realized his mistake and reworded himself as he picked at the fabric of his shirt with his hands.::
Oh....I meant, what did you forget?
I forgot the consequences.
...to what?
To her...love can't be free.
::Deity paused again. His love's love. Her name. It escaped him. He knew he shouldn't have been confused but he was, and he couldn't remember. Her name. He could see it, but he seemed slow to grasp it. It somehow didn't seem important. He needed to know more.::
...consequences?
::The boy tightened his coat around his shoulders as he moved through the blackness, looking rather snug in the cold compared to Deity, who looked better dressed for bed than anything else. His baggy boxers made his pale legs look even lankier.::
It'll be too long, too soon...then what? It's not something you can ignore.
::Deity looked down in shame. He understood to a degree.::
...what could I do?
::The boy paused and stared off into the distance. It was a hard question to answer. He couldn't do too much apparently. Deity couldn't either. Eventually his blue eyes returned with an answer.::
Let it go. Maybe after long enough, you'll just forget?
I couldn't do that...
::Deity bowed his head as he spoke. The boy rose an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes.::
So it's greed, then?
::The taller man didn't seem to appreciate the conclusion the boy came to, and bristled in response.::
...love isn't greed.
No, but it is pretty stupid.
::He sighed.::
There's nothing I could do...?
I already tried to change, to make us match...worked like a charm, didn't it?
::He laughed. Deity didn't. He tilted his head and moved closer, tucking his hands under his arms to keep his bare torso warm.::
...what are you talking about?
::The mysterious boy looked up at Deity and shook his head with a wry smile.::
She can still make that effort, I guess...for love, right? You're such an unclever nit.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 5:29 pm
(( ::raises from the dead::
gaaaaaaaooooo. ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 5:36 pm
<~>You're a sight for sore eyes, Ichi. Where have you been lately?
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 6:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 6:39 pm
((Technically there should be a lot of people in sight since everyone seems to be situated around the bar/kitchen area))
Raising an eyebrow at the Red heads suggestion, one did not have to see his mouth to tell he was smiling.
"Normally I would say outside would be the preferable choice, but standing around in rain does not tend to be my idea of a good time. Though perhaps for the subject matter it likely wouldn't hurt. Your call. The ambiance likely has considerable more influence than previously thought.
Taking another swig of his strange brew, he let liquid burn down his gullet, the heavy flavor coating his tongue. Spying the other red headed kitsune make his appearance the snow fox shrugged.
"In my experience its sometimes better to just interject your point than dwelling on it. Many a moment is lost in pondering alone. It is only when that process leads to action that one really knows its worth. Though I may just be rambling again I suppose."
Rising from his bar stool he slid the flask into one of the many satchels that hung from his belt. Bowing in a chivalrous fashion the long braid that fell to middle of his back draped over his shoulder.
"After you m'lady."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:12 pm
Silence was met with silence as the literally black figure that entered the club, accompanied with rain, an event intriguing in itself as she had trekked through the snow to get here. The creatures of this area were interesting, and probably well worth documenting. As he had failed to notice any of them though - perhaps he was blind - she decided to take no notice of him as well.
Yo-ko, she initially ignored, putting more worth on responding to Kendo, who managed not to frustrate her.
"My ability to manipulate such an ample supply of water is old hat to you I'm sure. I would prefer to stay relatively dry."
For a moment she sat and took in her environment. There were four people keeping her company in the central club - or maybe five - and two more in the kitchen. None of them really sparked her interest beyond keeping at arm's length, so she turned on her heels to make for the arena. As she made her way to the corridor, she spoke in a louder, commanding tone, to Yo-ko, though it was up to him to determine that she was the subject of her demand.
"If you intend to apologize, you can accompany us, but on my conditions. There is somewhat else that you might learn from me."
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 12:22 pm
{{Holy Snitchell Heiner! People! Your killing me Deity, your killing me.}}
Or perhaps the days of ghost towns was over for it seemed he was too use to the silence to even notice there were infact people around. His recent solitude had made him somewhat oblivious for awhile and took note of the people quickly, the question was would anyone recognize him? His face was very scarce around here as is and it had been at least a year since his last true stay at CO. God did not even know how long it had been sinc ehe had seen Deity.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:09 pm
Whipping back his head his braid followed suit as he once more returned to his full height. Making note of the appearance of a newcomer he bowed his head in silent greeting. Indeed something of interest was clearly up, as everyone who seemed to now of the remote location was making an appearance. Making no attempt to hide his amusement he smirked to himself following the lead of the brighter hued fox.
Clasping his hands behind his back his tail wagged enthusiastically. For being a career hermit he was strange man to enjoy the company as much as he did. Such was the life of a shadow mage. Ever present but never in the light.
Looking back as the girl addressed the other red head he remained silent letting her handle her business. What had gone on between the two was beyond him, but it was clear she had little patience for most people. Half of that was her charm.
Bowing his head once again to the others present he continued on his way to the arena. Little in the way was needed for preparation. During his travels he had uncovered a artifact he figured Red would find of interest.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:27 pm
He suddenly was aware of the presence of an incredibly large figure. A behemoth. An oversized doll. He salivated at the thought of something so interesting. That one could actually prove to be more fun than the other toys. Something so big had to have some power to it. Still, if he could outsmart the mountain of a man.
The other fox was soon on his way over, taking his attention away from the the rhinoceros. He cast his glance to the boy who was now standing but a few feet away from him, addressing the group. How precious. The toy wanted a friend to talk to. He giggled to himself as the nervous tone in the boy's voice sent delicious shivers down his spine. He was unsure of himself before approaching his target. Stupid, he thought.
'Never go into a situation feeling unsure of yourself' He recalled his old mentor's ancient words. It was the truth. Second guess yourself and the outcome will almost always end in your demise. A part of him also knew that overconfidence will bring any person's downfall, however that part had no say in what went on right now.
His attention went back to the boy. The female kitsune thought he was thinking too hard? The boy was announcing that he thought talking was the best way to go about getting to know them better. He could let the boy find out just what he was all about, but a game would make his night. A chair would soon move from under the table and behind the redheaded male, shoving itself into the backs of his knees with enough force to cause them to buckle, assuming he was caught off guard. In which case, he would have him sitting almost directly across from him. He peered at him past his glasses.
"Please," He started. A slight grin tugged at his lips. "Be my guest."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:58 am
:: Kaen was hungry. Not just slightly hungry. Starving. Super-famished.
It had come upon her very suddenly. She had been so immersed in her work that she had hardly noticed how the brightness of the day had slowly begun to burn dusky orange; now it was fading well on its way to twilight, and it made her realize she hadn't left her room since waking early that morning. Not that that was unusual. It was her shy nature that compelled her to hide away in her room, and besides, as disgustingly comfortable as her new room was, she'd yet to make it her own. But evening had come at last and she felt like her stomach had taken up residence wrapped around her spine somewhere; she really needed to eat.
The little girl tucked her sketchbook under her arm, popped the end of the Sharpie into her mouth and headed down the circular stairway to the ground floor with a motion that was half-skip, half-bounce. She preferred this way to the elevator: though it took longer, taking the stairs three at a time was more fun. At the bottom, she came out into the main lobby and made for the kitchen. She set her sketchbook upon the counter and levitated a few feet off the ground to gather the items she would need for dinner-- Kaen was much more comfortable at the Club now than she had been upon arriving, and besides, Jade was usually the only one around to to see her float around all over the place, so Kaen didn't mind.
A few moments' searching produced a bag of soft rolls, her favorite jar of peanut butter and jelly, two bananas and a pear, and a hoard of leftovers from the fridge: spaghetti in meat sauce, spicy fried chicken, buttery yellow rice and the remnants of a decadent chocolate cake that looked as though anyone and everyone had been taking forkfuls away everytime they opened the fridge. The child took a share of each, making use of both the oven and microwave to reheat her feast. She stood between the two of them, tapping her foot with a little bit of tetchiness-- patience was hardly her strongest suit.
After several minutes she tucked her sketchbook back under her arm and, armed with two plates of mouth-watering dinner, headed back out to the lobby to eat. As she came back from around the bar, Kaen glanced up, and promptly screamed. Her instinctual reaction was to tighten her grip on her plates of food, but couldn't save her sketchbook, which slipped down and fluttered open. Frozen in place, she stared at the group of clubbers who seemed, for all intents and purposes, to have appeared out of nowhere.::
"Mou, antatachi... Where did you guys come from? Ya can't just be popping up out of nowhere like that!"
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