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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 3:59 am
Immediately Juuni was interested, the cold once again forgotten as she leant forwards on John's lap, snuffling curiously towards the bag.
"Phwee~?"
Amber smiled at John before looking back at Mere, her ears pricked and head cocked slightly to the side and she to snuffled at the air, testing it curiously.
((I felt lazy xp ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 5:01 am
"Now..." Henry pulled out three packages, handing one smaller one to the curious neko-jin, the next to Amber, and the third, and largest to Tomorrow. It was amazing sometimes what careful packing could fit into a small bag.
When Juuni opened hers, it would contain a large (for her) purple coat with lavender fur trim, some small mittens and some boots.
Ambers would contain the same, just a more subtle brown colour, though still as warm as Junni's, with gloves instead of mittens, and steal caps on the boots.
Tomorrows would contain a black hoodie to go under the coat he already had, fleecelined for protection against the cold, and a pair of heavier then normal gloves, lined with mithral mail, for a good solid punch but lined with padded suede for protection from cold.
"We head for the fishing village of Napris. Where we'll stay until we can head up through the mountains, maybe find a guide, though probably not, suspicions are running high around these parts."
((if you guys can post in the Mythril thread after this, that'd be great ^w^))
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 11:39 am
"Gyaaaa!" Swish! Bam! Rattitattat. Red 1 was hot on the tail of an Avian who was a likely suspect for spying and treason to Barton. So, he did what any good fighter pilot would do. SHOOT IT DOWN! Two heatseekers and a full array of ammo later, the Avian takes a shock from the missles colliding, and goes down into the Dead Forest.
Griff Morivan is that very Avian. On the way back from Barton to the Myros Islands, Griff was trying to get home before the big game that night. But nooo. Something horrible always has to happen, doesn't it? Yep. Always. Looking around, Griff realized how little he knew about the area around him. With a minute grunt, Griff rolled his shoulders, summoning up the WING tattoo on his back, sealing his real wings off for the time being. Having no real idea of this area, Griff thought it would be wise, and reached for his 45. cal. It was a good ol' handgun, and he hoped he really wouldn't need it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 11:53 am
Akemi smelled his scent, she knew there was an intruder. Finally she had been freed from the child's body, and now she was ready to do some real fighting. she put her hand print on the proper panel and the metal wall slowly went up to reveal it's self as a secret door, about ten of these thing had to go down in all, and they weight about 3 tons. Once that was over Akemi jumped down 500 feet from inside the waterfall, which in reality was made to cover one of many entrances to her families house.
She dropped into the water, water was sent flying everywhere, including onto Griff, and she then swam up to the intruder. "This is private property, of the Angelan Family Mercuraki, leave now or I'll have to fight you" she said unsure if she could fight in her current condition as it had been a while since she had this kind of body.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 12:09 pm
Griff heard some weird noise, thinking nothing of it for a moment before the splash, which drenched him and made him spin to look. "The ********!?" And there stood a woman, spouting off about property or some s**t. His gun was raised on instinct alone. "...Ma'am, I don't even know where I am. I got shot at flying over the forest and went down. Maybe you can help me out here?"
Griff was showing a great deal of stress. Every time he finds himself in an unusual situation like this, he gets into a brawl with someone.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 12:41 pm
Akemi wasn't sure she trusted this guy, but she decided she would give him a chance. "Well, we do have a Medical wing in the mansion, but how do I know your not one of them?" She asked while looking at the guy's neck.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 12:51 pm
Griff could feel the piercing gaze on his throat, and it made that trigger finger a little nervous. "What do you mean, 'one of them'?" His messy, black hair was all over the place, disheveled from falling through the trees.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 1:01 pm
"Don't worry there is no mark on your neck, so you can't be spy for S.I.G.M.A, they brand label all of their members." she said, as she was pretty sure he she could kick his a**, if he betrayed her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 1:14 pm
"S.I.G.M.A.? What the hell is a s...sigma?" Griff asks simply, lowering it really slowly. "Megaman bosses?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 1:21 pm
"S.I.G.MA is a top secret organization, whose leader wants to slowly corrupt the military organizations of our world, and use them to take over it." she replied trying to hold back her anger.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 1:34 pm
Griff shifted his weight off to his left hip, looking at the woman like she was out of her freaking mind. Shaking his head some, he sighed and turned around, placing his gun into the holster. "Sorry I intruded... You don't know the way out, do ya?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 1:45 pm
"Well, if you where shot down that must mean your injured, right?" she replied. She was concerned for the stanger.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 5:32 am
Griff popped the clasp on his gun shut, stretching a little bit. Looking back at Akemi, his emerald eyes started to really show against the dimmest light. "Nearly shot down. H.S.M.s blew up behind me and the shock wave sent me down. I'm a little cut up, but nothing that'll kill me, no."
I'll take this chance to describe Griff's attire. Morivan is wearing some very heavy looking boots, probably a little bit of air drag being caused by them, but then, if he's gonna be able to fly, he has to land. And that isn't always soft landings. His pants were getaGRIP brand blacks, and his shirt was just a loose, dark gray button up shirt. Lastly was a leather jacket, a limited edition Complex #000000. Very expensive. Very nice.
Looking back, he sighed. "I do need to get outta here. I have no clue where here is, though. All I know is I got chased over Barton and wound up here..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 1:36 pm
Akemi looked over at Griff, while trying to think of something to say. Her demonic red eye stared at him, while her short blue hair moved about, because of the wind, and her elven ears were contstantly listening for signs of wild animals or other threats to their survival.
Unlike Griff's pant's, Akemi's pants were, red snowbored pants, that she wore quiet often, as she loved snowboard, and her shoes were tundra boots that were colored a charred black. Black GetaGRIP gloves covered her hand, and her shirt was G-LOL Blood Mistress Top.
"Look, if you try to get out of here the normal way, you'll die. The beasts and demons in this forest, are far to dangerous and numerous, for one lone being such as yourself to be able to, survive an attack from them." she said, and then paused to catch her breath.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:52 am
Griff almost scowled. He was no native or anything like this woman was, but he certainly could hold his own. "And you tell me what kind of demon can take a 45. Cal. straight in the eye and not go down?"
Griff's hand was still on his holster, despite having already placed his gun away. With an annoyed grunt he looked around. "...Barton is probably a long ways east of here... and I can't fly through the vegitation..." Griff's stotic face showed signs of aggrivation.
"Okay. If I can't just walk out of here, miss, then how DO I depart this place? I'd like to get home."
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