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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:34 pm
((I was planning on doing that Soulen. Good thinking though.))
Reaper took the silence and the few words as a saying of nothing had to be repeated. Good, she didn't want to repeat her entire speech again. Considering she made it right there on the bloody spot.
"Good. Alright, I'm going to give the people I already know numbers. After that the rest of you give me your name and I'll give you a number." She took a breath to catch her breath ready to speak again. "Soulen, your number one. Star, your two and Wonderland you are three. Now, the rest of you give me your names and I'll give you a number."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:37 pm
*makitsu begins to walk towards the young girl giving the announcements. she puts the invitation away in her purse before confronting her* good evening. My name is Makitsu Mercarte.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:37 pm
Sakura placed the number "three" into her memory along side with other useless memoir she had in there. She spotted Soulen and waved at him while she walked over to the stands to rest a while. Before so she gave Teresa a warm "thank you," by showing some respect.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:38 pm
'lee......' was all he said.. cold and straight to the point....
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:39 pm
Charles gave a sharp whistle in the direction of the coordinator.
"Charles Morgan, also known as The Chauffeur," he said with a bow.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:41 pm
"Lee your four." Reaper turned to the woman and nodded her head in a bow. "Evening, Makitsu you are five, Charles you are number six."
Reaper looked around to see if there was anyone else. It looked as if she had to send more letters out to tell the people what they're numbers would be in the tournament. Another good two hours of writing and sending.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:41 pm
Lee waited for his number....
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:43 pm
Ultima appeared in the stands smoking his pipe, he appeared becuase he teleported to see the contestents of the match and aid anyone if the battle got to frantic and a life needed to be preserved.
He sat in a seat by the end with his feat up on the edge. the smoke from the pipe was played with as he made circles and even a triangle. He egarly hoped that nobody would be hurt yet and that he could just enjoy the showing of strength.
"Good luck to all who enter" he shouted then looked around at all the faces before him. My how the clan had grown.
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UltimateBiscuit Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:44 pm
((Good, then you are ahead of me on this thing. Heh, I am slowly unravelling your plan.Lol.))
He nodded towards Reaper as an aknowledgement of his number and then waved back to Sakura. He laughed slightly under his breath. "Number one, lets see if I can stay there." He was feeling quite energetic as of now, because of all the opponents he could fight. He slowly walked back to the door and slipped outside for a moment as a light rain began to fall. He stood out in the clearing a bit and held up his metal sword and then plunged it into the earth. The rain started to speed up now, slowly soaking his clothes. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly and spoke to his dead sensei. It was a ritual that was taught to him that was supposed to bring strength if you asked of it from your sensei. His sensei happened to be his grandfather. He stopped talking and grabbed his Mitaki and walked back into the building. Small beads of water rolled down his face and sword. His shirt was stuck to his skin revealing some of his muscles that he would be using soon. "So, I wonder who I will be facing tomorrow."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:45 pm
Charles was finally getting to see original members of the Black Amber Clan. They looked interesting enough, and he wondered how they were in person... and on the battlefield.
And that pipe the new one had looked good. The Chauffeur truly did miss his, erm, "garden" back on the island.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:46 pm
*the sorceress takes her number and nods respectfully before turning away*
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:47 pm
UltimateBiscut Ultima appeared in the stands smoking his pipe, he appeared becuase he teleported to see the contestents of the match and aid anyone if the battle got to frantic and a life needed to be preserved. He sat in a seat by the end with his feat up on the edge. the smoke from the pipe was played with as he made circles and even a triangle. He egarly hoped that nobody would be hurt yet and that he could just enjoy the showing of strength. "Good luck to all who enter" he shouted then looked around at all the faces before him. My how the clan had grown. Lee glanced over to the new figure... he kept his face clear of all emotion as he realized who it was... he turned to his direction and started towards him...
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:47 pm
Reaper smirked hearing Ultima. Turning she waved once up at the flower boy in the bleachers as he smoke that pipe of his.
"You do know that will kill you, right?" Then Reaper turned to everyone else. "Ladies and gentlemen that is Ultima one of the leading members of this clan. He will not be fighting in the tournament he will be helping Aes our medical doctor instead on treatements."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:48 pm
Sakura sat in a shaded area, somewhere she was comfortable in. Her eyes adjusted to her the group of people over at the other side of the stadium. She smiled warmly as she though of who she was going to face..and hoped she would never have to change to Feena, though if she did there is a chance she would never turn back to her normal self. Sakura bagan to thing of something else, she didn't want to think of her past anymore..she wanted to change.
Swiftly she ran her pale fingers through her silky lavender hair and though of what teqnique to use tomarrow.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:50 pm
Charles gently kicked at the ground with his feet, waiting for the young girl to acknowledge his introduction and give him a number.
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