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Jutaku Korine
-Weapon -
-Partner - None at the moment

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Jutaku walked by another group of people as he walked to his table. Passing them as they headed outside with another group. Leaving a chill in the air as he passed, that was easily noticeable to everyone that came within five feet of him. Jutaku was trying to see if anyone was interested in either a spar or partnering up with him. As he passed them, he heard one of them say something about wanting to fight.

Half tempted to ask for a spar, he didn't want to be the guy that goes out to fight. He just wanted to see what he could do. Stopping outside the group, he looked down at his black gloves. "Soon," he said to himself quietly, as he started to walk back to his table, sitting down and eating his cake.
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Word count: 137
Total Word Count: 601
Points Gained: 1
Total points gained: 6 (used: 0)

Rather than to criticize Gazille's way of life, she nonchalantly nodded as though it wasn't a concern. Her thoughts were interrupted with the sight of Lord Death's presence. Mind his greatness, it was difficult to spot him out as he didn't seem to bleed much from the rest of the teenaged crowd. She then turned her head towards the moving doors carried by a handful of other people. Apparently they batched up a good spar outside. Hamilia was dangerously curious now, thinking of the prospects it opened for the future. That is, IF she could seal one.

She could tell, Gazille may be the one. And seeing as how more and more people appeared to be going, Hamilia re-assessed upon Gazille's previous proposition. "So you really think you can handle me in actual combat?" She asked, tilting her head in the same manner he did though this time including a crooked grin. "C'mon, I bet you're all winded up and REAL curious. Aren't you just bursting with interest?" She decided to egg him on more than she could ensure her safety. Instead, she found herself circling around him until eventually she leaned against his back. One indignant finger gently poked at his sternum. In her mind, she went ecstatic in nearly twenty different shades of red. Rock solid. After who knows how many meals, he was still breathing. And still a flat stomach to boast!

"If you're still up for it, let's go someplace with a view. Oh! Someplace..high. A few stories won't hurt. What do you say, Metalicana?" She then grabbed one of his hands, giving him the option to follow her lead. Past her content expression hid something sinister. Or at least, it represented the little test she had in mind. She would be crazy enough to acknowledge the risks especially when she barely knew him. Just a feeling.

Kishin Egg - Lynch

A great crash resonated throughout the cafeteria. Shattered glass flew
everywhere; one could find himself injured just by the debris created as
a great brute breathed slowly. The breaths were raspy, leaving behind a
thin effluvium that was his breath. Contrary to its colleague, this Kishin
egg said nothing, could say nothing. Red gleams from beneath a white
mask traced the path of every student in the room. The breathing continued.
Though this monster, this great brute, was the hunter, it simply waited for
its prey to make the one mistake that would make it dinner.

Two great fists, greater than the fists of any normal man, clenched
and waited. Waited, simply sniffing out the opportunity to strike. The
hunt had long since began. Another breath and the eyes continued to
wander. These were weaklings... Not good enough. Yet still, the beast
found itself continuing the raspy breaths as it waited to spot out a target,
the one tasty soul among all the unsatisfying ones. None of them did, and
after another raspy breath, the beast said slowly, as if each syllable was
difficult, "Need... More... Souls..." He was addicted to his hunt, and hunt
he would continue. There was little food here, and his eyes
continued to wander the room which he had just smashed through.

((The Weapon room for those who do not know, are the places where weapons go when they are in weapon form, for example, Souls Piano room.))

Jimmy Lockehart

Weapon||newbie||miester☸Valier Inferni Nuvola

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"Ahh my weapon room I haven't seen it in so long since becoming partners with Valier. Ahh my surround screen. I can see everything from this while in weapon form I believe," Upon those last words he saw the kinshin in the Flame screen as he called it as he caould see everything that the flame was exposed to. By touching the screen everyone could hear his words even though they weren't his partner," Hey Valier let's make this quick I'm feeling hungry, and I could go for his soul," he heard then heard someone say that him and his partner was the best, and retaliated with this," We'll see who's the bestI cut through most anything, no way we'll lose this egg to you," his hand was lifted off of the screen as he grabbed his guitar and play some heavy metal riffs that Valier was now the only one able to hear. " I don't mean to be pushy, but if you lose this I'm letting King deal with you," the irony was that if Valier failed, King was going to punish them both probably.

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Stats
Speed/Agility: 6
Strength/Endurance: 6
Reaction: 5
Stamina: 4
Soul Ease: 4

Kishin Egg - Lynch

Five souls. Three humans, as far as the great brute could tell. It continued
to stand in one place and breathe, just breathe and watch. Who would be
the first to fall, the first soul to devour... His eyes continued to wander over
the students, staring each one of them down individually. It was as though he
were picking any one of the souls off of a smörgåsbord. A smörgåsbord of
death and chaos.

A table came out of nowhere and smashed against his back. The Kishin
egg did not flinch, nor did he try to avoid it. With all the layers of muscle
and skin, the giant Cafeteria table smashing against his back was more
like a twig falling off of a tree and being crushed. Still unmoving, the Kishin
egg's eyes wandered over to the person who had pushed the table. She
looked weak, maybe she should be the first victim? The dead glow that
was the beast's eyes eyed the revved chainsaw in her hand and
reconsidered. While the Kishin egg was not the sharpest knife in the
drawer, it was no idiot, and could tell when it would be dangerous to
approach.

The other human also had a weapon. A fiery blade. No matter how the
Kishin egg considered it, this would not be a wise target either. It was
so hungry for souls that the logic of attacking the weakest nearly evaded
it. Lynch, the name of this great monstrosity, was the lion who had finally
decided to stop searching for the injured antelope and to simply attack
one of the able bodied ones. That is, until the Kishin egg's eyes saw
one lone antelope limping. A soul without protection (aimed towards Hikari).
Standing there, almost dumbly among all of the others springing to action.
The first target. With a speed almost unrealistic a brute of its size, Lynch
rushed towards the lone girl. Its right hand opened from its fist and aimed it
straight at the girl's head, to crush it if it should land. Dodging would be near
impossible at his extreme velocity; the only choice one had was to stop
his rapid acceleration.