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 Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 3:17 pm
A huge makeover crew suddenly appears! Before you can even blink, they remodel your dorm and retreat to wherever they came from!
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 10:35 am
  .:[: Ooc: Assuming nobodies been hibernating since last year. Will edit if incorrect. :]:.
It had taken Croix a shorter period of time than he'd of originally estimated based off the campus size to find his basement room floor after it had been made annoyingly clear that he was 'new' followed by idle off hand threats the ruthless shinobi wouldn't pay heed too as he took the information at its value before navigating his dreary presence off where he'd been instructed. Sliding the key into the hole upside down on the first attempt he'd get it right with a 'click'. Entering to close the door properly behind him, careful to scan his frigid sapphire gaze across the room before spotting a package with his name labeled on it. Not very well educated in the manner most would consider schooling Croix made out enough of the characters printed for his name along with 'Gene-X'.
Taking the package in one hand he'd quick navigate around to obtain a full visual memory of his surroundings with nothing left to chance. His appearance would be one of stone cold habit as he wasn't making much of a scene of himself so much as exercising a measure of caution that wouldn't be widely viewed as necessary. Finished with a glance into the bathroom Croix would leave his transitionally baggy, and tight shinobi attire of dark blue hue's on while standing next to the bed rather than sitting on it. From this stance he'd methodically open the package to be discarded on the bed till he was left with an odd syringe device. He wasn't familiar with it though on first appearance he could decipher the obvious intent as soon as he removed the sheath over the epidermic needle.
Not being one to talk to himself, in silence Croix would almost ceremoniously roll up his right arm sleeve before stepping around the bed to seat himself cross legged on the ground directly in front of it. Assuming his traditional meditative pose he'd bring the odd syringe to his arm to inject the substance into his arm with a measure of a complete emotionless resolve. The initial sensation was an icy, almost comfortable effect compared to the Gokkan Shinobi's standards. Pleasure wasn't something that registered so much as a sense of familiarity which seemed to compliment his coldhearted demeanor by inducing his body to the same numbing as his soul. This leaving only his frigidly calculative thoughts as absent from emotion as fire is from most manner of water. With a deep breath in the gelid Ki about his focused stance would gnaw frost out along his immediate surroundings. This feeling beginning to twist his stomach however, as everything started to feel far warmer than it had only moments previously.
Gripping his refined mind to conquer over his bodies unnecessary impulses. Nausea suggested his body was attempting to purge its self of something he'd never even swallowed. With his muscles locked light headedness would pass quickly as he didn't orient himself by his surroundings or weight on the ground so long as his concentration continued. Combating such wave's between sickness and abrupt cold relief attributing eerily similar to what one would describe as some manner of a psychedelic experience. Pale cold flesh beginning to break out in patches of sweat as his almost dismal expression hints only at the occasional twitch with each frozen bead of sweat rolling off his vaguely misty form. Any moisture, including his own reacting to the drastic drop in temperature of his already cold climate inclined body. The flare of dark sapphire Ki marking this passive training expanding enough to engulf the end of his bed in a decent layer of frost. In his mind, Croix would subject himself to ward off the illness through mind over matter as long as he was able too. Which should he be disturbed or break his focus he could very well end up making a break for the toilet he'd spotted earlier when he'd inspected the room.
Exploring the unique Ki through out his system he'd attempt to deter his attention from his body to his surroundings through his Ki. This occurring by his innate attempt at freezing or absorbing the heat from everything surrounding him. The result being a less powerful, and far more gradual version of the standard Rank E 'Freezing Touch' skill. Focusing in front of him he'd attempt to extend the frost by his own focus rather than the steady process it had endured thus far. With minimal success Croix would take another deep breath before exhaling slowly, the misty breath released chilling the air enough to travel forward some distance before dissipating into the surrounding warmer climate. Extending his Ki once more he'd feel it wash over him in a brief sensation that alleviated his previous symptoms. Keeping this method of control up he'd attempt to freeze something beyond frost, mainly the ground in front of him. A single layer of frost, layered over another, over another in an almost artistic depiction of something being built ever so slowly. 
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 11:52 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 1:12 pm
Please do not forget to follow these regulations (ie. the 3-day wait period) as you have injected your character with the gene-x. [ x ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 7:09 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 5:57 am
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