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The fairy held her hand in the light, afraid to melt, like snow and spring.

Flushing in response to Tora's appealed comment of her name, she tried to brush it off with a roll of her eyes. It's not the name that's nice, she thought bitterly, shocking herself. The demon on her shoulder cackled, but she snuffed it out.
"I admire your determination Iva-chan," Tora told her. Ivory smiled a little. She, too, was more proud of herself. This was real progress, not that fake excuse the devil had been selling to her her. She lifted the sword again with a grunt as it drooped, her arms straining to keep it level and still, but it shook in her grip. She didn't have the disciplined muscle. Her partner, patiently waited until she was more steady with the grip, then jumped backwards. Ivory was tricked into stepping forward, and he sent out his smoky tendrils again. Ivory gasped in annoyance at herself and tried to backpeddle as they flew at her. She swung the sword up to parry a tendril, and she missed wholly. It punched her in the shoulder, and then came another, and another, batting at her. Her swings were clumsy, and she couldn't connect a block with any of them. Halfway through, with a few forming bruises, she switched to trying to dodge. She ducked and lugged the sword as quick as she could and dodged a few, until suddenly Tora was upon her. Her blue eyes flashed at him, very aware that she should get out of the way, but her balance had been distubred by the last dodge and her footing was in no place to move back. With no other option, she darted forward, ducking as low as she could to go under his swipe, but her sword caught the ground ahead of her and jutted her awkwardly to a stop, her nose right in his path. He connceted brutally and she slammed backwards on her back, and grabbed her nose with tears growing in her eyes. Wet red stickyness dribbled out of her nostrils, but looking down, she was surprised to find her sword still in her hand. She hadn't let go of it. Already she was learning fast.

But her white skin flashed in the sun, solid, existing, and astonishly alive.

>>)Taro Zangrela(<<

The Trap Idol

Location: heading towards Shifra's room.
With: Shifra

when you walk away
you don't hear me say
please oh baby...don't go.

Taro sighed as Victor continued to just stand there tearing up. It was pretty clear this fight wasn't happening, and even so the mood had been completely killed so Taro didn't even want to fight. "how depressing" Taro said, running a hand through his hair. "well I guess I forfeit the match" he said, walking away and hopping off the arena back into the ground below. He sighed and shook his head, looking to join back up with Talon and the others. Taro smiled however as he happened to pass by Shifra talking with some guy, both talking about how the other was beautiful. "well this seems to have escalated quickly" he thought, crouching down behind Shifra. "boo..." he said with a chuckle, looking over her shoulder at Enlil. "I see you've made a new friend Shifra, one that seems to have taken a liking to you at that" he teased.



simple and clean is
the way that your making me feel
tonight
its hard to let it go

The fairy held her hand in the light, afraid to melt, like snow and spring.

Ivory shook her head, half chuckling, half whimpering at the throbbing pain throughout her nose. The moment Tora had seen the blood he'd started fussing over her like a mother hen. Even her sisters never worried this much over just a nose bleed. They always told their dainty little sister to suck up the scrapes and bumps from the coral scrapes and tidal rock bumps. He gasped and babbled an apology and immediately went to her forehead again, healing her. Ivory laughed with tears, panting through her mouth until she felt the pain ease again. He's taken away her bruises, and now even her bloody nose.
She ighed, blowing though her nose when the pain faded. When he turned away, she hurriedly peeled her sleeve slightly inside out, rubbing away the left over blood on the fabric where it wouldn't be noticed later.
"Excuse me but I need to go to the bathroom. Can you please tell Miss. M that you won I dont think I can handle anymore fighting today." Ivory finished wiping the blood from under her nose.
"Me? I didn't win anything. You gave me a bloody nose..." She stared after him, her call futile. She crossed her arms, puzzled and crawled off the arena, found Miss Musubi and said, "I fought, Miss Musubi." She had a spark of pride in saying so. "My partner, Oda...ya... Tora obviously won, though." She didn't see the point in lying, claiming a victory where it was not due.

But her white skin flashed in the sun, solid, existing, and astonishly alive.

Enlil Kerr


Enlil watched as Taro came up to them and started talking with Shifra and assumed they were friends as they chatted Taro inspected Shifra's crack then looked at Enlil with a glare accusing him of scaring Shifra, which he did feel guilty about
"Sorry I didn't know she would be effected by ice like that" Enlil admitted he didn't think he had went over board with the match but looking at the crack made him feel guilty inside and Taro's glare was not helping.

>>)Taro Zangrela(<<

The Trap Idol

Location: training field
With: Shifra and Enlil

when you walk away
you don't hear me say
please oh baby...don't go.

Taro's attention was momentarily pulled away from Enlil when Shifra touched his arm. He looked over to her, eyes heavy with concern, upset that some guy had the nerve to go that far against Shifra, even if she was made of stone. When he apologized Taro clenched his fist and gritted his teeth "well I don't know how much you'll be effected by getting a bone spike stabbed through your face, so that makes it alright if I tried that out on you right?" he threatened, turning his words against him, getting lost in his anger. Clenching his fist suddenly a long blade made of bone extended out from his arm, and he was prepared to use it until Shifra spoke up in his mind. He looked at her for a moment, trying his best to calm down, though once he got to the point of violence it was hard for him to stop, his anger seemed to posses him at times. Slowly he managed to clam his breathing, which had grown raspy, almost feral sounding, and the bone slid back into his arm, leaving no holes in his skin behind. "sorry...." he said, sitting back down and clutching his head, having worked himself up so much he was starting to get a headache. "well I hope it heals up ok...and yeah, that'd be fine" he said, trying to return her smile, though it looked as forced as it was.



simple and clean is
the way that your making me feel
tonight
its hard to let it go

(sorry for not posting in forever. My brain quit the job.)
Victor Iquia Viev Ingu |
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Victor stood there not moving. Just as he got his mind together his opponent had already walked off the arena. His thoughts of the past had gone on just too long. The irritation he felt at that moment and plus the irritation about the past was almost too must to handle, if he didn't fight soon he just might go off and attack everyone around him. He began wiping away his teary eyes after removing his left hand glove. "Who forfeited, i know i didn't." He said as the wind slowly started swirling around him.