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 Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 4:57 pm
Kyo stood in front of the door to room 330. "well," he said talking to himself, "looks like this is going to be home for a while. not what i was hoping but its a hell of a lot better than the streets of rukongai." he then opened the door and layed down to go to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 2:28 am
Haruko flipped through her notes, searching for the section on kidou. She had finally gotten the reiatsu ball to a size that had satisfied her, and now she was content on moving on. She finally reached the start of the kidou section, which was divided from the rest by thicker, heavier peices of paper. She quickly scanned over the intoduction section, trying to think of which kind of skill she wanted. There was the destructive arts, which would probably be best if she wanted to show off. But then again, there was binding techniques, which would probably help in combat. Healing techniques might score her some bonus point with the teachers, though... She really wanted to learn a defensive technique, but those required more reiatsu control then the others, and that really wasn't her strong point. In the end, she decided to go with a binding art. The only problem now was to pick which one, as there were three or four she felt she would be able to preform. Regardless, it was probably best she had some original texts to make sure she didn't screw anything up, so after a shower and a change of clothes, she would head to the library to continue.
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Awesome Comes Standard Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 6:14 pm
Kotoru arrived at the dormitories. He slowly made his way to his room. When he arrived he pulled his key out of his robe pocket and pushed it in the lock. It quickly clicked open grating Kotoru entrance to his room. He walked in, closed the door and jumped onto his bed. As he body hit the soft mattress he sighed in relief as his tense muscles began to relax and unravel. He closed his eyes and slowly began to fall to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 7:14 pm
Akaiken walked into the dorms, she was looking for room 213 right? Right. She could only hope that it would be in decent condition. Producing a Key from somewhere inside her robes she unlocked the door and stepped inside. She didn't have many things, but she had a few important ones she'd aquired during her time in rukongai. She walked over to her desk and opened up the drawers arranging everything. It was better than where she had been to say the least. She set a book on the shelf, one she'd favored in life and tried especially hard to find in death. There were others she wanted but they were difficult to find. If nothing else at least she had the book of five rings.
After finishing her room, she sat down on the bed and laid back, she was tired, oddly enough. It was more of a mental tired than a physical one though. Perhaps a simple nap would help... with that thought she closed her eyes starting to drift off.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 8:20 pm
Silently exiting room 357 of the third floor dormitories, Nibui Kibarashi made her presence known as she carefully placed her Zanpaktou within it's rightful place, by the left side of her waist. Having previously been napping when an abrupt growling and snapping by her ears jerked her awake, Arashi had no plans at the moment. Rolling her shoulders quietly, Arashi's sharp eyes glanced about silently before they were covered partially, toning down the sharpness, by her favorite pair of glasses. They had a brilliant tendency of keeping the sharpness of her eyes to a softer level, but of course, there were times when Arashi appreciated her eyes, especially their color.
Silently stroking her zanpaktou, her gaze silently drifted over the door of her room before giving a slight yawn, deciding to explore the area.
"Let's see if there is anything interesting about.." She quietly murmured under her breath as she adjusted her glasses. Elegantly long fingers brushed the silver cord-wrapped blue purple hilt with a slight affectionate stroke as she roamed the facility, the deep colored sheath gleaming in the quiet light.
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