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 Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 9:38 am
Reeve squirms lightly in his unconscious state. He obviously has no way to say so, but the depth and pattern of his breathing and heartbeat show Lina's mysterious thing to have worked.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 3:38 pm
"Actually, I'm embarassed to say I wasn't paying much attention to the movements of enemy forces. I was looking for Dalcon."
Iri's eyes narrow and she takes a look around, scanning the immediate area. In all the excitement, she had forgotten her reason for being in this strange place. Jin never spotted the boy, or he would have said so. And Iri never saw any signs of him. The situation makes the Fury feel like a real b***h. She had picked at the thing in Dalcon's head in hopes to peacefully unite father and son. And now, she's lost track of the son. Nice. Real nice.
"The kid took off this way. He wasn't in a normal state of mind, of course. But he's the one I was chasing. And damn it, I really don't want to leave without finding him, but we're kind of vulnerable here."
The woman holds out a hand and gathers chakra and air. Three spheres form. Looking a little like constantly lit fireflies, they float out of her hand and circle her. Iri gives them mental directions. After that, they take off and begin to weave through the surrounding area, heading in the general direction of the Kaze Dojo. One might notice the air spies are connected to Iri's fingers via delicate looking strings of energy. If Dalcon's still around, they'll hopefully find him.
"Jin, get Lina and Reeve home as soon as possible. I'll hang back a little and keep an eye out for my student. Let's go!"
Grunting with effort, Jin leaps into the air and ascends into the sky. He keeps up a good pace, but slows things down for the benefit of Lina and Reeve. Lina should find that riding Jin is easier even than riding a horse. He can keep his body balanced well enough to make the journey easy and safe.
Iri watches Jin leave. After that, she takes one last look around. Worry shines in her eyes again. Then, with an irritable huff, she leaps up and ascends with a few strong pumps of her wings. The air spies continue to slowly search the ground and trees below her as they travel in the direction of the Academy.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 7:14 pm
The girl remained calm, smiling the slightest bit at the ride.
She kept a grip on Reeve however, though with her glances at him she was probably remaining ready to restrain him. She projected a partial barrier over Reeve to deflect the wind after remembering Iri's wind-burn comment.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 5:46 pm
Reeve groans in his torpor, flinching slightly. Having just ridden an explosion, he is far from cold, yet he starts shivering.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 1:26 pm
Five transparent staffs appeared right where the Witch's Mech had attempted to disappear. Each impacted the ground, and after a few moments lines spread out into the dirt, forming a pattern with a five point star. A pool of blood filled the lines before a flash of fire lifted into the air.
All the patterns, the staffs, and even the topsoil that the circle had used all disappeared. All that stood there was a figure in a closed black cloak.
The figure slowly took in the sights before walking off.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:09 pm
The shadows behind one of the closest tree seemed to bubble, as if being boiled. Ishara popped her head out, gripping the edge of the ground where the light ended her shadow home. Her two brown ears were perked as she looked around the area. No one seemed to be around.... The shadows nudged her playfully and she waved them off.
"No no, we told sis wed make up for what happened before. " She said in her child like voice. Ishara wasnt a child though... Her golden eyes narrowed as if bored and she sighed. She lifted herself out of the shadows, which whined to their friend as she entered the light of the world. Using one hand she covered part of her eyes. She looked like a much younger Ishira, aside from the fact her hair and eyes where a Hazel and her eyes were not red. "If she can not look, we need too. " Ishira had never once told her sister to snoop around, but when she had used her Darkness, it allowed Ishara to move around freely. Considering how much she had pissed her sister off when their mother had come to visit, and considering how the shadows had taken her sisters blood without permission, there was much they both had to do to gain Ishiras forgiveness, which was never given lightly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:15 pm
There was a figure in the treetops surrounding the complex. It moved silently and gracefully around the newcomer, looking Ishara over carefully from a distance.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:23 pm
Isharas tail swayed as she started to walk closer to the buildings. This was interesting, and she had only gotten here cause the shadows had told her about it. Ishira probably did not know about this place! Maybe this would help them... But then again, just telling her about the place, and not about what was in it would not help them... So maybe they should go into it! Yes, yes, she wanted too. The shadows whined at her again and she looked over her shoulder at them.
"Do not act that way! I know you can go in there. You do not need me to do that." Ishara huffed and the shadows jumped up. They shaped themselves into three black foxes before running to her, only stopping for a moment before they entered the light. As the light hit them, they dimmed, almost to a gray and were slightly see through. Ishara loved the way they had looked, but would never say it for the shadows where her home, and she didnt want to betray them by accepting her sisters light.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:29 pm
A woman jumps from the treetops behind Ishara, landing solidly about twenty feet away, right before the girl and her shadows were about to walk into the complex. The woman was in dark black banded armor. It looked wicked almost, the helm resembling a wolf's head. A pair of yellow, feline eyes glared from under the shade of the helm as a spiked gauntlet wrapped around the hilt of a very large and crude sword slung over the woman's back. She carried a familiar energy signature, at least to Ishira. She spoke in a stern and demanding tone.
"Who sent you?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:39 pm
Isharas attention did not leave her little shadow friends that had turned a curious eye to the visitor. She knew eye contact was the first way to tell when a lie was said, and also the change in posture, so she did not change a thing. She had her smile, and her tail still swayed. The woman did not feel like much of a threat, though Ishara was sure she looked like one. That was how it was most the time. People hid theirselves in the shadows of clothes that did not fit their real side. Let alone they thought clothes and pieces of metal would protect them. As she thought of what she would say she silently asked the shadows the name of the man Ishira trained under.
Neko... They whispered in her mind. Ah yes, that was it.
"Neko has sent me, yes he has. My sister has offered me to him. He has said to meet some one here. That they would know what to do." She did not flinch, nor did she change. She was very good at doing that, considering she did not like to be around the people of light, and would rather that things were done quickly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:44 pm
Motoko narrows her eyes, then chuckles a little as she grins, releasing her weapon and walking towards the girl.
"Well then, we have a lot to do. I was wondering when you would show up."
She walked close behind Ishara, moving her hand up to place it on her shoulder, ignoring the shadows.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:53 pm
Isharas golden eyes looked towards the woman as she titled her head. Yes, the woman wore clothes that did not fit her, no they did not. Ishara would not wear clothes that did not fit her, no she would not. A dark film covered Isharas torso, and when the light hit it right, it dulled like her shadow friends forms. She was of shadow, therefor she wore shadow. Her long hazel hair covered her most of the time, her bangs flowing down the front of her, covering her small mounds of a chest while the rest went down her back in a length just past her knees. When the women went to touch, the shadows protest, the ones acting as her clothes, shifting up and biting at her like snakes. Ishara knew her expression had not changed as she looked onto the woman.
"They do not like others touching me, they protect what is theirs." Isharas voice did not sway in her joy of her lie, but stayed humble like her smile. "I do not know what it is we are to do... Neko did not explain. You are the one i am suppose to follow?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 10:00 pm
The shadows would actually find resistance against the armored hand, but only enough to hold for a moment. Motoko grabbed Ishara's shoulder tightly as the shadows sunk through her gauntlet, and through the flesh underneath. Motoko was still smiling as she glared down at the girl.
"We all protect what is ours. and yes, I know he didn't tell you anything."
Her free hand was at her side, forming a concentration seal as the air grew much colder.
"So why are you here?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 10:07 pm
Isharas golden eyes narrowed at the woman. Her shadows hissed with their might as they started to grow around her and the woman.
"As i said, Ishira gave me to her master, as i am only a tool. Her master sent me here. " She was sure the woman would see through the lie for she had failed not to change the way she looked. Ishira would scorn her later for it. "The shadows are not happy with what you have done. They whisper words of hate now... " She held her tongue on what else the shadows chanted in her mind and waited.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 10:15 pm
The entire area surrounding the two began to ice over. just frost at first, but left to grow, it would quickly build into sheets of ice. Motoko didn't seem concerned about the shadows at all as they crept up her arm. Her muscles bulged under the armor as she gripped Ishara's shoulder tighter, aiming to shove her thumb through the girl's shoulder.
"Isn't that cute. So you're nothing more than the puppet of a puppet. Let me tell you something; your masters should fear me. I suggest you come clean and quit trying to be 'Oh, God, I'm so dark and brooding~!' real quick before I light you up, Doll."
Motoko didn't react as the shadows crept farther, quickly beginning to cover her face.
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