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XXXXXXX"Just keep swimming..." ______________________________________________________________ ___________________{TEXT TEXT♛TEXT TEXT}_________________________ The Incubus came back! Hadrian waved at him, smiling slightly. "Welcome back, Marcos!" The Mer hadn't really gotten anything done... even though he came here every day. People kept distracting him! The Succubus would always try and seduce him. The vampires wanted his blood. It was a lot of attention and excitement, but also a lot of disappointment and irritation. And now, Marcos was back, too. More people to hit on him, maybe. He supposed it was just a part of the bargain; this was Nocturne. "How's it been the past... while? I've been here way too much. Haven't done much, though..." Marcos made a lot more progress than he did. He was just more fit for surviving in this strange environment. The eternal night-life.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:43 pm
[Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos was in the middle of placing the palms of his hands on the ground while not bending his legs. He looked around while holding the position and saw Hadrian waving and smiling. Marcos stood straight, reaching his arms over his head and stretching that way. Hadrian was an interesting being. He was devilishly cute though came off as rather dumb. Marcos felt his naivety only added to his adorableness. He really wanted to see what the rest of him looked like, but Hadrian was either playing hard to get or actually was that much of prude. "Hello Hadrian." Marcos said, his tail swaying back and forth as he walked towards the Mer. "It has been quite well. Los jefes saw Marcos as worthy for a test. I created the Red Light District, well the official one. Now I have a constant cash flow and a very exciting place to stay. Es muy caliente!" Marcos said clapping his hands twice as if to punctuate his words.
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XXXXXXX"Just keep swimming..." ______________________________________________________________ ___________________{TEXT TEXT♛TEXT TEXT}_________________________ Red light district . . . ? Wasn't that where people went to... oh lord. "Whoa, so you're like a pimp now!" He gave the guy an affirming nod. That was pretty interesting. Some people were as interested in the beauty of the body as he was in the planet. That seemed like a very fun place. "I love how you say that, by the way. Es muy caliente! Haha!" He laughed loudly, obviously in high spirits... for some reason. "Hey, Marcos. I'd love to see the red light district, if you'd be wanting to take me." It could be a nice experience. Maybe he could make some friends there, or grab a few souvenirs. Something of the like. Marcos was probably the only one in Spwoon that really seemed to be capable of normal conversation with Hadrian. Everyone else was after something, and they were really blunt about it. He could use a break from all of that.
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ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru decided to wind-down from the fast paced techniques before moving on to the rather complex training of learning a fighting style. A brief smile flashes across his face as he feels the cooling breeze of the wind against his skin, while an idea hits him to try and practice with the element he felt at home with. He glances around the area near him trying to figure out something to practice on before his eyes land on a wooden dummy. He wanders over with his hands stuffed in his pocket as he decides to practice a technique he heard about awhile ago that would allow him to pull people or objects toward him. He tries multiple different ways to try causing a suctioning motion by trying to move his arms or feet in rather eccentric motions. [1/2]
After a few minutes of tinkering with the placement of his arm; he discovers that by moving his arm quickly back towards himself that it causes a small amount of air to rush back towards him. His hands begin to glow a soft purple as he tries whipping up a massive suction by rushing his arms back past his body, but mental frowns at the failure of his actions. He decides to put twice the amount need into the techniques as his hands glow a dark purple before he quickly slams his hands downward past his body causing a massive pulling sensation to affect the dummy, which sends it flying at an amazing speed towards him. He is barely able to step out of the way from his increased speed as it smashes into the wall behind him. [2/2]
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ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru sighs as he dusts himself off after climbing back up off the ground after launching the training dumb that he had been practicing on at himself. He rubs his temples at the chaotic nature of the wind. He gains the intense aura around himself as he becomes focused on mastering the manipulation of the winds by learning more techniques. He begins to gather a small purple glow around his fist as he calmly punches his fist at the dummy that was a few paces away from him. He watches with hope-filled eyes as a swirling mass of purple compressed air smashes into the dummy. [1/1]
Mamoru filled with a renewed vigor to complete his training moves onto the next technique that he wanted to accomplish by improving on the Air Suction technique that he had recently used. He glances around trying to find something heavy and spots a rather large boulder used for earth techniques. He stops his focused red-filled eyes as he slowly gathers a large amount of energy as he waits a few seconds before he pulls his toward himself. He watches with batted breath as the boulder slowly rolls toward him from the massive pressure of the wind rushing past the rock. He smiles briefly as the massive stone stops inches from him, which gives him something to practice on. [1/1]
He quietly moves onto the next begins to run in a circle around a small contained area, while imagining that an enemy was in the center of the circle that he was running. His hands glow a soft purple as he uses his lithe form to twist and move out a imaginary attacks. He pulls his fist up into the air as he flares his energy causing a gust of air to engulf him, which would have sent the attack slightly off course to avoid hitting him. [1/1]
He slowly stops running in a circle as he jogs back over to the boulder that he had pulled over towards himself. He pulls out his sword for the first time as a focusing device as he tries to gather a massive of wind around. Once he was satisfied with the containment of the wind, he would set the straight-blade back down on the ground as he tries the technique. He watches a shimmering long blade-like object appears in his hand, which he uses to slash at the stone surface in front of him. He smirks triumphantly as the surface of the rock becomes scratched up by the slashes made by the shimmering blade of wind in his hand. [1/1]
Mamoru collapses on the ground after using an intense amount of energy after he had finished learning the techniques. He slowly breathes on the ground as he laid on the ground with his lithe, lanky limbs sprawled out on the ground. He closes his eyes for a few minutes as he breathes slowly along his muscles to relax before he moved onto his next step of training.
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Having dealt with the rank-up test for a trainee, Kal moved on to instructing the trainees that had just arrived. He took in a deep breath before yelling out in a very military-like shout, "All trainees in need of training, report to me!". Somehow, even with such a crude way of getting his point across, the feminine-looking male maintained all his dignity and seriousness. He didn't bother scanning the room. Instead, he settled with sternly looking straight ahead, clearly expecting those who wished for his help to stand in front of him.
Once they were all assembled, he would further order, "Tell me the basics: your name, class, race, element, and what you would like to learn first."
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru groggily opened his eyes as he bore a hole into the ceiling of the training room with his red eyes. He heaves himself up of the ground at a sedated pass as he gathers his equipment before wandering over to the person that had been shouting about anyone that needed training to come over to him. He rubs the back of his head at being told to give out personal information about himself causing him to shift uncomfortable about it. He glances the gender confused person before replying,"Mamoru Shigehito, I'm a trickster and as you can plainly see I'm a Waktu miss. As for my element, I'm able to use the wind element and have been currently practicing in using it, but I would like to be able to better fend off damage to my body or make use of my strength" as he dully recants the information demanded by the woman in front of him.
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Kagetsukiko
Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:35 am
xxxxxxxeverybody bends to fill a need.❛( everybody's born with their own curse) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAND x I'M x NOTxALONEx
Whips of scarlet, burgundy, and copper fell over her eyes, only slightly moving at the strange breeze that moved in. She said nothing as the crossbow dropped to her side and the heavy footfalls of boots lazily brought her next to the tall thing. He was covered in intricate tattoos, that was all she caught. Dani's attention turned groundward, the scatter of dust and a lone black beetle scurrying for cover. That is what she felt like doing, not that she was afraid, but she would rather not be here. She even went so far as to take a step away from the man, shifting her weight to the left. The necromancer thought about the trainers words, she had been called many things but to say exactly what she was was a different ball game. None of them gave off the same aura as her daunting presence. "Dani. I'm human," she said coolly. Her element? The dead, dying, already lost-and-gone-forever victims of her sick rituals. "Necromancer." The word lingered across the glaze of bittersweet convictions, and tugged each corner upward, forming dimples. She fought the wave of giggles that wanted to explode from her mushy guts. "To have a better shot, unless a trainer of the dark arts is available." Dani had sensed none, unless she had been deceived. It wouldn't be the first.
As each trainee recited their name and other labels like the good boys and girls that they could all be, again she peered at the hovering being. He, well he certainly had the fuselage of a man. She wondered what his insides looked like, how they were arranged, and their colour. The curiosity was astounding.
Respect is something gained.x x x Though if mutual,x x x it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
After having received the word that Velox was now the king of Nocturne, Alistair took it upon himelf to take careof the nation in his absence. Once he entered the buildng, he saw several trainees crowding one teacher. He sighed in disbelief as she tried to handle all of them at once. For what seemed like the first time in his life, Alistair decided to help the woman. "All trainees can report to me. Those of you who need to practice or train can grab a book for whatever they need and get to work. Those of you who need to rank up, come to me and be quick about it. I have very little patience." He then glanced at Kal, after giving him his usual cold stare, Alistair shooed him away. "Your services are no longer needed. Begone."
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A dark eye narrowed as the man swooped in, discharging the trainer like shooing off an unwanted fly. It was rude, not that she would say anything because she was the type to kickback and let her hands do the work. She looked one more time at the tall man and stepped past him, toward the new trainer. Whoa! His smell, a concoction of cologne and...she couldn't place the other, but Dani knew it wasn't pleasant. He also had an air of royalty to boot and an attitude. She never liked those, stick it in a bucket and leave it somewhere. Though, in order to get what you want, one has to bite the bullet and move their a**. She certainly did so grudgingly, the crossbow still in hand as the hilt rubbed against the leather covering her thigh.
Hopefully the introduction phase was over, she didn't like being some show pony. Dani approached the man but stopped several feet back, waiting for the other(s). She turned her attention to her boots, noticing the cemetery dirt dried on the toes. The red-head frowned, jamming her empty hand into her jacket pocket
My pulse has been rising My temples are pounding The pressure is so overwhelming and building So steady there Freddy I'm ready to blow
The necromancer bit her tongue, feeling rich ichor coating the once pink muscle as she kept from humming.
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru hearing the disrespectful tone that the other teacher was dismissed causes him to ball his fists in his lanky arms as he watched the other person by him wanders away. He wordlessly walks over with long strides of his lanky legs before he blankly stares at Ailstair, whom had been ordering the trainees to appear before him.
Mamoru becomes bored, while waiting for the arrogant a*****e in front of him to begin either his instructions or his introduction. He digs his sharp claw into his left hand as he draws a fine line of blood before the rich life-giving blood pools into his cupped hand, which pooled a small amount in the dip of his white bandaged fists. He dips his long finger into the pool of blood and draws a simple oval that contained a small circle. He focuses a small amount of energy into the symbol causing it to glow purple before a white shield engulfs him. He smirks mentally at the successful use of the basic technique. [1/1]
He shrugs his shoulders as he partially listens to the other teacher, if you wanted to call him that. He takes two fingers that were covered in his own blood and proceeds to draw a rather crudely etched feather on his arm. After a few attempts the feather is drawn well enough that it resembles one, which he proceeds to send a small amount of energy through it. This causes the ruby red blood to flash purple before he feels a rush of adrenaline flowing through his veins as a renewed vigor of energy flows through him making him feel lighter and faster. [1/1]
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Obviously his first impression left a mark on the trainees. Their expression showed that they didn't like how he ran things. Too bad. He was not one to praise the weak and modest. If you had strength, then you were useful. If you didn't, then you might as well stay out of the way and bide your time. "My name is Alistair Maric, your interim ruler until my superior finishes his business. Don't call me Al, Mr. Alistair or Mr. Maric. It's just Alistair. Hold your tongue unless spoken to, or find it sliced off. Remember this: you are weak. No use in arguing that. But with proper training, you can rise in power. Hell, you may even aspire to defeat me. Until that moment, you are a fly beneath my shoe. Prove your strength and you may be treated better." The female in the room was seething almost hilariously, though his cold glare didn't change. In fact, he was actually wondering why she wasn't training. "Do you need me to pick the book up for you? Get started."
