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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:51 pm
*with a sudden clicking noise, the vents within the room began to purify the room, sucking out the gas. As soon as the room was cleared, Aksmada came waltzing through, hands behind his back. He was covered in blood.* "Hm. These Hunter's are mere cannon-fodder. It's no wonder that they're defeated so easily." *Aksmada snickered, and snapped his fingers. There was a loud noise, like the grinding of gears.* "If you want an actual opponent, then I'll give you one." *The grinding sound stopped, and the wall slid open. What seemed to be a person, wrapped in chains and leather with a metal mask covering their face, was upon the platform in the wall. Aksmada walked into the watching room, and spoke through the loud speaker.* "We're letting you out." *With that, the chains unlatched, falling to the ground, with the leather following suit. Steam shot from the sides of the mask, and the mask came apart in two, falling to the ground. A boy in white body suit stepped into the room slowly as the wall closed behind him. He seemed to be about 14 years old, and had pale, smooth looking skin. His hair was black and about shoulder length, and his eyes were electric blue, with dark rings around them, as if the boy hadn't slept in weeks. He stood about 5'10", and had only slight muscles. Upon the shoulder of his body suit was the name "ADAM".* "Adam, are you scared?" *Adam simply shook his head. He wasn't even looking at Natanya. Aksmada stepped back, standing next to the boss.* "This is what i've been working on my entire life..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 9:24 pm
"So you're going to put your masterpiece up against a handicapped highschooler?" Natanya asked, the creeping sense of doom rippling down her spine. Rule number one: the more innocent they look, the more dangerous they are.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 11:55 pm
The Boss had a look of confusion on his face,
" Aksmada, you never informed me of him...You never informed me of anything like this!"
He stood up looking back and forth at 'Adam' and Aksmada, then points at the boy.
" Who is that boy?!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:20 am
"Hm....He must be pretty powerful if you had to lock him up that much. And since it doesnt seem like he that powerful physically. Unless he holds a very special ability? By the way I never got your names. Mine is Tora Uekaze." He said holding out his hand for a hand shake.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 1:19 am
The Boss turned his head in Tora's direction, shaking Tora's hand with his 'non-pointing one'
" I don't tell my name to anyone. Jus call me 'Boss'."
He turned back facing Aksmada. Onto more...pressing issues.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 1:25 am
Tora nodded in understanding as he sat back down in his seat and continued to watch Natanya now go up against this young boy wondering what his powers are. While he was at it he might as well listen in on the conversation. Words do travel and no matter how quiet they speak through his ears and with the wind he will be able to hear everything.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 9:30 am
*Aksmada chuckled slightly, his hands behind his back.* "Adam...Is my clone. What you are looking at is me when I was that age. However, his genes have been spliced with Musashi's, as well as Reno's." *Under his mask, Aksmada smirked.* "Control over time and space, as well as control over the elements. He's also exhibited some psychic abilities." *Aksmada let out a sigh.* "He's like a god."
*Adam stared at the ground, not moving. He hated fighting, but he had to fight. He had to do as his father told him. He looked up at Natanya, staring straight into her eyes, as if he was trying to examine her soul. His own eyes told a story of incredible sorrow and fear, like the eyes of a dying beast. A slight wind rolled through the room, originating from Adam.*
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:47 pm
"How did you get ahold of reno's genes? Got ahold of some of his hair?" Tora asked curiously. He could understand Musashi but Reno? Hm....."So how did you get ahold of his DNA? He controls time so I dont think you should be able to get ahold of him." Tora asked curiously as he watched the boy. He felt the wind eminating from him and it seems to be weak so far. But its only a slight breeze that he knows will only get stronger.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:52 pm
*Aksmada chuckles slightly, watching the room.* "we have...a history. And the way I got his DNA is the same way I was forced into this suit..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 1:02 pm
"Well then I would be able to see that but I dont know how you forced into that suit there. It would probably be a long story anyways so I wont ask how." He said as he continued to watch the fight. "No offense to you but right now would be an inappropriate time anyways since I wanna see this kid in action."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 1:19 pm
The Boss glanced back and forth as tension rose in him.
"A...god?! Aksmada, the patient is not even fully recovered from the injuries she sustained at the High School! Why, if you were to send that...boy, he might kill her!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 1:26 pm
*Aksmada nods, and puts his hands behind his back.* "Yes...this is his first actual fight..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 2:45 pm
The sense of impending doom quit creeping and just blared its alarm in the back of her head. Definatlye going to be cutting her hair in this fight... Unless she got lucky and they called the fight--and even then she had the feeling she was, effectively, dead. Definately time to be careful.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 3:07 pm
*Adam just stared into her eyes, before letting his gaze drop to the ground.* "If you'd like...I won't use my powers." *Adam spoke in a monotone, but the sadness in his voice was blaringly obvious. He took a few steps towards her, still not looking up at her.*
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 5:08 pm
"They're your powers--it isn't what I like, but what you want." She replied, edging away to maintain distance. Emotional guards snapped into place: she could not sympathize with this boy. She could not care. Such emotions had gotten people killed before, and she was trained to survive and more importantly: to win. She could not let herself be soft because he was so much younger or so sad... sounding. So sad sounding. There was the chance he was a damn good actor, the survival part of her brain beeped.
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