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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 5:44 am
Manra quietly sighed, seeing as Kirino didn't seem to hear her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:24 am
Kirino takes one, then her ears pick up Manra's sigh. She'd heard her speak, but she'd been so intent on other things that her words hadn't even registered. "I'm sorry.. Were you speaking to me?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:59 am
"Ah...yeah, I was..wondering if this flower looked...real." Manra says, with a bit of an awkward smile.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 11:54 am
Eleutherius:
"Go ahead!" Silla says with a smile.
Kirino:
The flower looks quite real. However, it is not swaying in the breeze.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 4:11 pm
I take in a deep breath holding the blade in my right hand, the blade hovering over my left palm.
"Very well then... To prove my honor... to prove my dedication to you..." I say to Maxwell, my voice trailing off. It was a strange feeling turning a blade on myself, though I've heard of more extreme instances of it. I cut a diagonal cut across my palm. I grit my teeth a bit, but hold back from crying out.
"One" I say reslolutely, repositioning the blade for a perpandicular cut.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 4:59 pm
As Maxwell took a breath, he dug the dagger into his hand, slicing a decent cut into his hand. "First stroke." Maxwell said as he turned the dagger around to cut a perpendicular stroke, but not as deep. "Second stroke."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:27 pm
I take the second cut, keeping it the same depth, cutting enough to make it look devoted, but not enough to prevent me from using my sword, however much it may hurt to do so. The two cuts form an X on my palm. I then present the blade back to him. Out of instinct, I lick my palm as a cat licks their wounds.
"So... does this conclude your trail?" I ask. I return to licking my palm again. Dammit, this is going to bother me for a while... good thing I can swing one handed...
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:40 pm
Kirino stares at the flower intently. "Hmm..." She mumbles, "It looks real, but it isn't moving." She gestures at the grass and other plants, "See how those are moving?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 11:05 pm
Manra:
The other plants in the area are lightly swaying in the breeze.
"That is a difficult part to master," Rai'o says.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 3:25 pm
Manra nods, noticing it's quite still compared to the plants nearby, "Yeah, guess ... so," she says, "I'll have to...work on... that..till i master...it." She then does her best to focus on making the nearly realistic (minus the lack of movement) flower so that it flows with the breeze, while taking care of imagining it as it would flow, what details would shift, and how the wind would affect it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 7:38 pm
Marco snapped to her attention
"Nothing! Just talking to myself! he he he he!" his face is bright red as he continues to bounce under her arm. "Where are we going?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 7:42 pm
Manra:
After a moment, it begins to look more believable.
Marco:
"Right here," Nashai'o says.
She lifts you up and throws you into the river. The water is ice cold.
Everyone except Moriah & Maxwell & Atlanta & Marco:
Nashai'o arrives and throws Marco into the river.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 7:58 pm
"Sure. Let's go wash up. Lead the way."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 12:35 pm
"I still....have a ways...to go." Manra muses, as it seemed more believable. She was glad for the improvement in its believability but knew that she still wanted to improve. She felt like she should keep on practicing more, but was also curious as to how Kirino liked it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 1:07 pm
Marco's head broke through the surface of the water, he shivered as he hugged himself. His hands rubbed his arms in an attempt to warm himself. He looked up at Nash,
"Not f-f-funny!"
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