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 Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:14 am
Slowly the avatar appeared, touching down to the ground with a slow grace. Good job, Kaosu. It growled, padding towards him with a kind of precise movement. As if every step was planned out. Kudos to finally figuring it out.
Kaosu smiled. "I know how to think every once in a while." He rubbed his wound, wondering why it was still there. Normally it went away. "So, you haven't quite explained why I'm here."
"I don't need to." It growled, a hint of coyness to it. "Tell me, Kaosu, do you know the seven virtues of Bushido?"
"No, not really, no." Kaosu replied, sitting down on the rock that he had so recently smashed into. "Why? How does that matter?" He was referring to this training. All of it didn't make sense. Why would he have to act nice and chivalrous?
The tiger held out a paw. "Rectitude, Courage, Benevolence, Respect, Honesty, Honor, and Loyalty. Each one is independent, yet relies on the other. You must learn these...
"Let me guess, in order to wield you." Kaosu interjected.
The tiger grinned. Or at least, as close as one could get to smiling when you're an animal.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:33 am
"So, I guess since I have no other choice, might as well ask." He stood, sticking his zanpakutou into the ground. "Alright, what's Rectitude?"
The tiger sat, with an oddly straight posture, as he began talking. Rectitude is the cause that you follow, that it is the only right, for it is. It is righteousness.
"Huh." Kaosu sighed, nodding. "Didn't quite understand that, but okay." He started pacing, back and forth. "So, what? You want me to fight that guy again while being 'right'?"
"No, Kaosu." The whole area dissolved, like sand through a sieve, and in it's place was the main street of his old town. He frowned, looking around. "What the hell, tiger? What is this supposed to do?"
But, there was silence. He sighed. Since he was here, he might as well take a look around. He began walking, slowly, taking in the sights. It was nostalgic, the old ramen store...the sushi shop.
What does he want me to do here?
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:41 am
After walking for what seemed like a good hour, Kaosu took a seat at the corner of Main and 1st, watching everyone. It was odd, to say the least. He watched people crossing the street, running away from people, and old people walking down the street, hand in hand. He never realized quite how bustling the place was.
"Hmm. This is...interesting." He mumbled, rubbing his cheek. But then, he heard a scream. He turned, and saw a rough looking man running down the street with a pink, sparkling purse. It didn't take a mental genius to figure out what was going on. Men didn't have purses, let alone pink ones with glitter.
He stood there, well aware that he couldn't be seen, and stuck out his leg. But the man passed right through him. He turned, and gave chase. As he kept gaining on the man, he finally tried to tackle him to the floor. Once more, he passed clean through him.
What...what the hell am I here for? He thought, standing up. He walked back to the corner, walking down first street now. He wanted to see if his house was there.
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Naranll rolled 2 20-sided dice:
7, 12
Total: 19 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:42 am
((You're almost as short as Hikari gonk ))
Defense + 17 [Autododge]
Attack + 5 [12]
Attack + 3 [15]
Hp: 22
Rp: 14
"This is nothing like sparring with my tutors," he thinks as he places his left palm in front of the oncoming blade, his thumb interposing the stone weapon. With a 'c***k', Akira's blade hammers into the stick, pushing against Rikatsu. Having expected that this time, Rikatsu tilts his hand sending the blade sliding up over his head. Again he turns inside his opponents reach, right stick slapping towards his head, the left flying for the underside of his sword holding wrist, the back of his head only inches from his opponent's face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:48 am
Kaosu sighed, hopping over the gate that led to his house. This really made him homesick. He was about to knock, when he realized that he could pass through things. I'm...just viewing things. He reminded himself as he walked through the door into the house. He walked down the hall, looking at all the pictures. He stopped at where his picture hung, and found that it was surrounded by a new frame. It had kanji all over it, 'hope' and 'love' and 'joy'. He smiled weakly, a deep throttle of resentment growing in his stomach.
He walked through the wall, into the kitchen and dining area. There his family was, eating a normal meal. He knelt down where he normally sat, it was empty now. He just sat there as they all ate in silence. It was disturbing. He wanted someone to say something. Anything at all.
The tiger's voice echoed in his head. Rectitude is the cause that you follow, that is is the only right, for it is. This is righteousness. He stood once more, bowing to them. Then, with haste, he left the house, back to the corner. What do I need to do here? This place has too many memories for me...
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:55 am
Once back at the corner, he decided to stand directly in the middle of the street. He sighed, looking once more. Something's drawing me to this corner. What is it, though? He groaned, sitting down. "THIS IS SO ANNOYING!" He roared, looking around at the people.
He stood up, hastily, looking at every individual shop, and the people around him. His hands pulling on his hair, he screamed "IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!"
After a good few dozen minutes, he had calmed down and was once more looking at the people. He was about to fall asleep, take a nap, when a gunshot rang out to his right. His eyes shot open, and he looked. I don't think there's ever been this much violence here. He thought, watching a man stagger down the street, clutching his stomach. He wanted to help, but remembered that he couldn't. What is this, torture?
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:01 am
He had nothing better to do but watch as he collapsed, people rushed to help him, and the ambulance came to take him away. Sickens me, it does. Why do people do that? Attack others?
He rolled his eyes, and went to the newspaper corner, and looked at all the front-page stories. Kaosu wondered if the shooting would make the front page.
Walking around back, he noticed what else the man was stashing for customers. Ugh. He frowned, turning away. And I thought Mr. Ounobara was a nice man.
He decided, until he knew what he was doing, that he'd wander.
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Tsai Mule rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:10 am
Dischord "If you really want everything, Lin-chan, then I'll give you everything.." her feet planted, and she adjusted her stance, as reiatsu started to swell up around her, one arm extending outward, as her hand wrapped around her slender forearm, the tassel fluttering behind her in the wind.
The reiatsu around her became more explosive, and as the dust being whipped up grew more intense, her shouted words could be heard from inside the cloud.
"Ban.. kai!"
Reiatsu Check: [27]
"If she is going to use Bankai..." he drew his zampakuto and shouted amongst the flying dust and dirt. "Rain down from the heavens! Lei Gong!" his zampakuto began to change, the kunai whip appeared at the pommel and the blade changed to a more thunderbolt-like shape. The zampakuto turned into a bright yellow as electricity darted around the area of Tsai. If she was going to give him everything she had by releasing her bankai, he would give everything he had, it was only fair.
[Reiatsu Check: +14[16 *Hit*]]
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Dischord rolled 2 20-sided dice:
20, 17
Total: 37 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:19 am
And when the dust cloud cleared, she wasn't inside it. In fact, there was absolutely no indication that she had even used it. No final burst of reiatsu. Instead, the whiplike tassel of her zanpakuto darted forward at his back, more aimed at his throat, to take a quick lash around it, as she brought her knee forward into his back.
"Never believe everything an enemy tells you. If I'd taken a true hit of opportunity, you'd be dead right now.."
This murmured right against his ear, before she bounded backward, away from him.
+23 [43] / +18 [35]
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:48 am
Tsai was played (like Sam said), he didn't know whether she had Bankai or not but now it was clear. She didn't. He was slightly demoralized but he reacted quickly. He shifted his weight onto his right foot so that the tassle did not hit his throat. If it did, it would have taken him out easily. Instead the tassle along with the barbed wire hit Tsai's traps. A slight adjustment to prevent huge damage but it was good enough. As soon as he was hit, he jerked away from the attack pulling the tassle away from him to gain some ground and dodge the knee to the back.
Dodge:
+27[29 *Hit*]/+27[36]
He was slightly irritated that she was giving him lessons. Although he wanted to learn he hated the style of teaching that she was using. He leaped back and began to slide as he continued to gain ground. With one hand on the floor and both feet behind, he dashed forward at Hitomi. He then made a huge leap to the side of her as he twirled around with his zampakuto in one hand aimed to slash Hitomi right in the obliques like he once tried to do, the kunai-whip arched and followed as a scorpion strike.
Attack:
+21[41]/+16[17]
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Tsai Mule rolled 4 20-sided dice:
2, 9, 20, 1
Total: 32 (4-80)
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:51 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:01 pm
Nagi looks at Hikari confused. "Can I help you?" he asked. He wasn't paying attention to her when she said her last phrase. There was a stare-off, Nagi didn't blink but continued to stare at Hikari. "???"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:26 pm
Next Kaosu walked to the ramen bar, and took a seat next to someone who seemed down on his luck. His clothes were pretty messed up, and his eyes were sullen. A simple cup of small ramen cost approximately two bucks, the guy had 1.75. Normally, Kaosu figured if he couldn't pay, he couldn't eat.
But a bowl of steaming noodles was brought out to him, nontheless. He was even told to keep his money. "Well that's nice." He said to himself, looking as the man gulped down the hot food with a thankful fervor. A man sat in Kaosu, which made him jump. He sighed, and walked out.
He walked into the middle of the street, the people walking and driving through him, and yelled to the sky. "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?! THIS IS GETTING REALLY OLD!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:40 pm
Kaosu sighed. Apparently the vindictive animal wasn't going to do anything. "Fine." Deciding finally that he needed to keep moving, he walked down another road.
After a while, he heard rustling behind some bushes. He passed it off as some animal, and continued plodding on his merry way. That was, of course, until he stepped on something. He looked down, and he saw a crushed tube of lipstick.
That guy... His face twisted into a snarl, and walked through the bush. He stood in front of the man, and tried every way to hit him. He tried kicking, punching, throwing things at him. Nothing was working. After all, he wasn't really existent there.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:52 pm
Kaosu sat down next to the man, annoyed but not giving up. He was trying to find some way to get back at the guy, some way to make him pay. That and he was tired of the man rifling through it saying 'good' or 'not good', throwing things away.
Finally, Kaosu decided that no matter what he did, he couldn't do anything. He was about to leave when he heard another pair of footsteps, with a "So that's where you are."
The thief got up and tried running away, when he got clubbed in the face for his trouble, and then repeatedly bashed. Kaosu stood there, watching the poor robber beg for mercy while the man, probably the husband, beat him to a pulp.
There was a small sense of either fulfillment or dread. He couldn't discern the two. He felt good that the man was being brought to justice, but horrible that another person was hurting him so horribly. This world is...horrible sometimes.
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