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 Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 4:08 am
((So we are going to be waiting for a week in reality before we do any more of this training?))
Haro smirked as he sat upon the wall, ignoring the woman's next comments. Aichou's next little speech, a little bit too involved in his own thinking to really worry about it, though after he stood up he walked over to her with a partial smile and he bowed lowly infronty of her with a smile as he smirked, his creepy colourless eye roaming across her face as he stuck his hand out for a shake. "I know exactly what your full potencial is, it wasn't hard to see it in your eyes my friend." He stated with a laugh as he then withdrew his hand after she had the chance ot shake it or leave it be. "Idid indeed learn from you, but I do hope that I will...see you around. Maybe I will learn even more." He said, a smrik creeping across his features as his crimson eyes seemed to brighten at the idea. He turned his back then and he walked away, towards the door. Silent and slow, like there wasn't a care in the world for him and he breathed in deeply. His ribs were killing him now and every time he took a step or a breath he could feel the cracked once seer with pain. "Reckless maneuver." He whispered to himself.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 6:45 am
(( eek Wow i missed a lot after not posting for a day.))
"Well that was a pleasant lesson, I think I actually enjoyed practicing for once... Ugg, now that I've said it out loud I think that a bit of bed rest would be good. But in any case, thanks for the match."
Rikou smiles slightly at his own sloth. He was tired already, and considering that all he had done was doge and make a few half-hearted attacks it could be kind of disheartening. That is, to any other person that dident pride themselves on thought over physical preformance.
He carefull set down his bokken and sheathed his own zampaktou. Now he would go back to his dormatory to read a book or tinker with one of the human artifacts that he had recreated. Although, he realized, he should probably pencil in some time to train on the side, at least a little bit, especially considering that Hakuda training would start soon and that was one class he dident want to miss.
"I look forward to seeing you all around the academy." He said casually as he exited, "And if any of you want to talk about the mortal world, or just anything, you can find me in room 240 on the second floor...its the one that smells like a library. You cant miss it."
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 10:52 am
(The next class will actually start on 2.10.07, because that'll be the next day I have free to do any heavy posting, due to my current work schedule. Once I have the class started, I'm going to be a little more involved, as next week is going to be less hectic for me. Right now I'm being tugged around between departments because I'm doing my job too well, and they're all fighting for me. sweatdrop
And while that's flattering.. it's also hell on me. Anyway, that aside, after everyone makes their final posts here, I'll be starting up the new thread, so that things can be done there where I can really regulate what is going on. Later on, I'll be closing this particular thread and moving it off into the land of guild archived material.
So, by Saturday, I expect to see people posting in the newer thread. I'll also be opening up the hakuda thread on Saturday, so, those who've passed this class (not this current group, but the previous) will be able to move on into the next class.)
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 10:58 am
(Yeah. Finally I can train. Thank you very much. Sensei Dischord.)
(Admin Edit: Keep in mind that my name isn't my character, and please, if you post OOC, do so in brackets, so we know the damn difference? Thank you.)
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 12:18 pm
Aichou would squeeze the offered hand, and nod..once class was dismissed, she stretches, and then just vanishes from view, using the ol' Shunpou on out..she had things to do..but she did leave behind a memory of herself. A few empty pocky boxes.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:50 pm
Karite had no problem with their Sensei's orders. He would go to his room and sleep and began a hard day of training in the strange land he had found. It was quite beautiful, but dangerous for him. He still hadnt meet his roomate, but maybe now he could. He gave one last smile to Takara and went on his way. {Exit to Dorm Rooms}
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 2:12 pm
Dante listened attentively at the women who was giving the instructions. This was most likely the teacher of the class. He followed her orders as he got up and began walking to the door through sheer memory. He opened the door slowly and exited, making no noise.
He began heading towards the Kusajishi district slowly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 5:24 pm
Takara froze at the sound of their sensei's voice. She turned towards her, giving her full attention, and listened intently. She blinked at her announcement. Class was already over for the day? Takara resisted the urge to pout; she wanted to see what the outcome of her spar would be. She let out a sigh and turned to Megumi, giving him a small smile.
"Thank you for the match," she bowed, "I hope we can fight again."
She turned on her heel and walked out of the classroom. As she exited, she noticed Karite's retreating form. She wondered for a moment if she should approach him. She shook her head at the thought. What would she do when she approached him? Instead, she returned to the dormitory.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 7:47 pm
Megumi bows, then nods to his fighting partner, and wiggles his fingers, before sighing. He'd seen her..out of the corner of his eye, and he knows she must feel avoided. If it wasn't for his odd condition. He heard that..thing's voice more often now. He'd been wrestling with it inside of him for a long time, and lately, it's been really difficult for him to shut out that creature's voice. He hated that monster; it was all that remained of his father..at least as far as he knew.
Still, there were other things that had to be done. Megumi walks to retrieve his real sword, and sheathes it, while putting his practice weapon where he got it from..and he strides out of class.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 8:00 pm
Keiji smiles warmly and nods several nods of assent to his sparring partner. He places the practice weapon carefully on its rack, and sheathes his own real blade, before bowing once to the new friend he has made..
"Indeed, it was quite an intense learning process. Particularly, I enjoyed the talking of things in the past. To know someone who knows of the Old Ways, at least in part, is quite a bit of excitement for me. Perhaps one day we will speak on the gods, hmm? I would be interested in knowing what theories and ideas you have.."
And with that, Keiji turns, and heads out of the classroom..
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