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 Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 12:42 pm
<~>As I'm assuming things are about to start wrapping up here, I am going to take the initiative on the exodus of the spectators from the arena.
"Hasamoto, if you don't mind."
The delivery was ambiguous, but the message was clear. Red rose from her seat as the match came to its end and began her procession toward the edge of the ring. Her face betrayed absolutely nothing once again; her mood had calmed considerably during the spar, which was about as uneventful as she thought it would be. Neither man was to blame, but there was only so much you could do not to kill each other in friendly competition with blades were involved.
Standing by the edge of the ring was more a formality than anything else. Without waiting on any sort of approval from Hasamoto, she made her way back to the main room. The invitation that he accompany her was completely optional; she would no doubt see him again. Epithany crossed her mind as she made began through the hall, and she called out to her as though she expected the echo of her voice to suffice. If not, there would be more time later.
"We shall discuss location and more specifics later. Please leave your husband at home."
Whether or no Hasamoto was beside her or close on her heels didn't really matter. Most of the world around her was an unacknowledged collection of blurred colors and muddled sounds that she wasn't paying particular attention to. Enough words had been wasted on these walls. The sound of her boots was normal - not lighter or heavier than they should be - as she exited the corridor, came into the main room, and strolled across to the only proper entrance/exit to the building. Humans would consider the place a deathtrap.
Something smelling bitter like despair and hot like frustration, salty like tears and bland like indifference, clogged her nose, to which she accorded not even the slightest reaction. The weight of the stress in the room had hit her first and she had no reason to invest any interest in it so far as she knew. Not speaking to, and hardly acknowledging any of them - except to avoid stepping on them - she opened the right double door and left just as effectively.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 6:25 pm
(Sorry for my absense once again. I will post tomorrow in the morning of afternoon!! i am so sorry)
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 6:34 pm
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"lol i g2g. bbl homiz *leaves*"
--so we can move on. =D >>
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 7:36 pm
<~>That was pretty much the reason I posted the way I did. You and Kono will have plenty of opportunities to spar in the future I'm sure.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 4:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:36 pm
For a moment, the young woman opened her mouth, armed with a rather vicious retort to Tamashii. The infuriated mood Keno had left her in made her mind quick and tongue sharp. He knew a little about Taliman? Jade had practically seen him on every visit the man made in the over three years she had called this Club 'home'. She knew far more than she ever wanted to, experienced more than she ever wanted to. And Tamashii claimed he knew a little about the Orinian tyrant.
She managed to hold her tongue long enough, to give the weight of the situation and of Tama's words sink in. It was enough to quell the fiery frustration inside her and bring back some common sense. Jade took a slow, deep breath, her shoulders visibly rising, and then falling down further than before.
Just when things were quiet, things were getting into a nice reprieve, User decided to do something stupid, and it seemed Deity would be the one to suffer for it.
The Saiya-jin girl looked down at Kaen, who was doing her best not to lose her emotions. She had seen Deity's death, seen it at the hands of Taliman. It gave her chills. One week, that was all they had.
"He won't be able to run, Taliman won't let him. Been waiting too long...."
It was more to herself than anyone, her voice barely above a whisper and green eyes pointed at the floor now. A week. Seven days. No matter how you worded it, it was a short piece of time. She glanced over at Deity, who's eyes were turned down and away from everyone. Eyes mere moments ago that were glowing red with anger.
"I think.....we need to talk to Dad." Her statement was meant for Deity. She hoped the Knight would be able to help, offer some advice, at least get them thinking level-headed.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 7:50 pm
<GanonB&>>::Deity truly didn't have anything to say. As anyone could surmise, he was silenced by both his own poor judgement and the unsettling realization that he had one more week to live. The quiet boy lowered his hand from his shoulder, masked brow furrowed as he stared somberly at his feet. Jade stated rather accurately that Taliman would not let him get out of this. Against some people, changing one's mind and deciding against the duel would just make the would-be opponent angry. This case was no different in that regard.
The difference was that if Taliman was angry, he would do anything and everything in his power to change Deity's mind. Though "evil" as some would consider him, he was still a prideful, honorable warrior. He wouldn't stab someone in the back when he had the chance to face them man to man. He didn't have any qualms however with stabbing everyone else. Everything Deity had any love for would be destroyed before his eyes long before Taliman decided to just drop it and forget the fight. The tall Orinian had to fight his brother, and he knew that that fact meant his death.
So now, a decision had to be made - how to spend the next week? Deity could hone his skills on his way to a rather pointless endeavor, or spend the time with his friends and loved ones. The answer seemed obvious, but at the moment he wasn't entirely in the right state of mind to be charting a path for himself.
Deity finally looked up, catching both the girl and his beloved in his glance. He swallowed hard, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded weakly and turned, aiming to get back to his room via the elevator. He threw on a brief smile as he nodded to and passed by the large black figure near him. The man was kind to offer his support, but Deity could indeed do well to hear his father's take on the situation. Maybe together they could think of something.::
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 7:10 am
{{This is kind of a nice way to introduce Tamashii into the story line. XD}}
Samayou watched carefully at Jade’s reaction, his emotional defenses ready for her onslaught of fire only to be surprised further by her cool headed response…she had grown in the years. He shifted his pale white orbs to deity who looked ready to die on his face but nowhere near ready in his spirit. The emotion he was expressing was known as the realization and hopelessness of demise, something very few people got to experience and thank the Gods for that.
“I will do what I can for him but for now you and your brother must make the choice of what to do next; I can only support you with all my strength.”
He was not sure how much influence he had on this Plane but Samayou was the spawn from a God of War, however on this plane his inherited powers did not transition so he only had his ability to survive naturally from his race. With that alone there had yet been anyone who he could not knock out with a few good well placed punches. Things looked disaster that was an understatement but the Iron Devil would stand by his friend Jade and her Lover no matter what, till the end if be it, in fact…..he welcomed it with a smile and a hardy laugh.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:45 am
Kenta was the next to make his way back to the main room, but his face held nothing that looked like dread, fear, or concern. He had only heard the last bit of what was going on, but gathered that he knew which event was coming next. On his face was a hardened expression; the burden of knowledge. The faintest glimmer of hope was hidden somewhere behind it, but he had done his best not to get too involved for a reason. What was to happen would likely happen unaltered unless he involved himself, and there was no reason to hell to think that getting involved with a Wesley fight was a good idea. Not for him anyway. He wasn't strong enough.
He looked at everyone present like the child he so often felt around them. When children have to accept a certain matter as truth, regardless of its horror, they often turn to their elders with some futile expectation that these invincible gods in their lives might somehow be able to make it untrue. Usually at this point, the disillusionment begins and the child realizes the omnipotence of their elders is nothing more than a myth. From the moment on, the distance between the generations grows, leaving everything the same, but different, as the cliche goes. Kenta looked like a child long ago disillusioned, but felt like a child who was not yet ready to accept his reality as a fabrication.
Shou ga nai. Even if there was, he wasn't the one to do anything about it. With a sigh, he returned to the lounge to collect the still sleeping form of Chris. He could talk to her, but he probably wouldn't. Part of him was afraid she would deliver the news to his father, who would likely share it with Miss Pith and Ba chan, and they in turn would probably turn to the elder fox, his Uncle, the knight, and Unks. Better to just keep mum. It would be nice to have someone to share his memories with, but time was a delicate fabric after all and he wasn't nearly as wise as Miss Pith when it came to such matters. For him, the best course of action seemed to be no action, motivated by uncertainty and fear, supported by logic and reason.
At the last moment, he decided to slip back into the hammock; a feat made easier by his ability to levitate. A nap might not be so bad, and if he couldn't get to sleep, at least he might have some time to clear his thoughts.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:20 pm
Jade looked up at the beastly Tama as though he were just another person. Which, as it was with all manner of visitor that crossed over the Club's threshold, was pretty much the case. Rarely was there anyone without a story to tell. She smiled at him, a silent 'thank you' for the support. The girl, however, had a feeling that his strength would not be enough.
She started to walk after her forlorn love, before pausing and looking back to the little fox girl, who obviously was not as young as she appeared. "Kaen...why don't you join us? So we can all be on the same page and clear up a few things...."
The Saiya-jin smiled at her, hoping that her face carried a welcoming look, despite the worry that was slowly going to eat away at her inside. There had to be a way around this. After all, Deity did get his head blown off once before when he was hunted by Charade. And he was still here to tell of it. Though tempted to ask Kenta what happened between the brothers, Jade didn't, instead smiling at Kaen again. She had seen Deity supposedly die at Taliman's hands. Perhaps that was so, but perhaps that was only part of something larger.
They would find out a week from now, that was sure.
Whether Kaen was following or not, Jade turned and continued to walk after the Tonepian, catching up rather quickly, and reaching out to take his left hand in her right. The elevator doors slid open to allow them entry, and after pausing a moment or two to allow Kaen on if she wished, Jade pulled out the key to the top floor. There was much that needed to be discussed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 7:18 am
"If you need me but will it and I shall come."
He may have had a story if there had been anyone to listen but no story existed here and no reason to the rhyme was needed. He was but what he was, a man surviving amongst a cruel cold world that broke hearts and hope. His story was not for their ears, it was for no one but himself. Her silent thank you was more than enough or him to smile as he returned to the bar and his drink. His large frame lumbering over to the counter as he glanced around for a bar tender, not so much caring as he thought deeply about old memories.
Skiro was still warm in his mind here……
Olds friends dead and gone but that was before he knew anyone here, the days when he and Skiro marched to the same battle drums. His friends were not Samayou’s friends and he had yet to really get to know anyone here, thus the lack of interest in who this black Devil was understandable. He would simply sit for now and contemplate thoughts, of what…he may never know.
{{I like new avatar look, what chall think?}}
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 8:06 pm
((Seriously...? Not a single post in Thursday, not even OOC? > >; ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 8:22 am
JadeAngelWings ((Seriously...? Not a single post in Thursday, not even OOC? > >; )) {{Tama at the bar with a bottle of Vodka, not much to do is there. XD Nobody seem to want to talk to Samo so he just gonna sit at the bar-o and drink-o his vodka-o.}}
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 5:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 5:28 pm
There weren't that many morning people in this part of Canada, he realized. At least, if there were, they spent this part of the day elsewhere. Keno didn't mind much, and as he watched his future son leave like a quiet storm, he reclined in his chair and stared at the six glasses - three full of orange juice and three with water - in silence.
His outfit had changed once more, though no one could say how long ago or for how much longer. Back in black, perhaps the most unoriginal color ever, but he liked it. Some heavy fabric was used for his pants; he didn't know what. It had an unremarkable white drawstring to hold it around his waist and an extra pocket on the left side by his lower thigh. The weight of the material contrasted with the lightness of his footwear, which might as well have been black tabi socks. His shirt was not much heavier or thicker than the socks, but it was a proper tee...almost. For whatever reason, the right sleeve was missing - as though it had been forgotten - but his arm had various leather straps fastened with silver buckles running from his mid-bicep all the way to his wrist. His left arm was bare save a fingerless, padded glove and the left sleeve that hung off of his shoulder properly.
Likely he would have had some face cover on as well were he not obviously about to eat. In fact, there was an excess of fabric around his neck, the old familiar scarf was absent, but it was unimportant. For once, his face was exposed to the world and who knew when that would happen again?
Perhaps he should make a physical appearance more often. He thought that a lot, but never acted on it in any real seriousness.
He looked calmer than usual. There was no mischief in his smile, no trouble on his brow, no remorse or anger or intent. Something wild still sparkled in his eyes and probably always would, but otherwise nothing. He was his own master no matter what and no one else had tamed him yet; they likely never would.
In the back of his mind he was seeing more than eyes could see, and therefore he knew certain things no one else did. An example was the fact that someone would be coming soon from the elevator to join him for breakfast. They don't know about breakfast, and he hadn't known initially, but he should have and to any end he knew now. Maybe such things were trivial, but a day with breakfast might be radically different than the same day without it. Regardless, pre-cognizant or not, anticipated or no, Keno liked breakfast and would rather enjoy it.
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