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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 6:57 pm
 ~::Kyuzo's Home::~The small, cheap apartment of the Sapporo native. The building is kept in good condition, but do to recent events it is a surprisingly empty part of town. The inside of Kyuzo's Home has little convenience items, except for some futons, a tea set, and a small television for watching. It's actually quite a practical home, and surprising that the former orphan beset with wanderlust could maintain such a nice apartment. Perhaps it is because of the held of the landlord that it has kept from falling into disarray, and the entire apartment complex knows one another like a large family, making it a surprisingly homey place for all who come or stay here.
There is no spiritual barrier here, because you know, Kyuzo didn't expect ultimate deathmatch tournaments and the like. sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 4:32 pm
 BerserkerHidden from the view of most of the world, in the way all Servants could manage, a figure in black armor slowly strode past a door, checking with all of his many senses... and while the place was inhabited, it seemed that nobody was there at the moment. Berserker's body shook a bit, and the Servant moved on, seeking his prey.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 7:41 pm
 Bour Ying
As he moved through the streets of Sapporo, Bour calmly lit a cigarette, smiling to himself as he went. Smoke... and fire... oh, how he wanted to smother that fire, bringing it down to almost nothing before he gently fed it again, bending it to his will. Sure, there were women aplenty... but none of them could ever satisfy him. Perhaps it was his taste for luxuries, but... more likely, it was greater than that. He couldn't even imagine anyone else being a true option, and he would keep going forward until he was finally satisfied and she was his forever. Fortunately, so many of the fellows he worked for could help make that happen...
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 7:49 pm
 Haoul Yamakaji, Captain of Embryon
As the rough and disgusting man played about with his cigarette, perverting the thoughts to emulate a self-engorged desire....A figure tapped him on the shoulder.
"Got a light?" a voice, likely long forgotten, and just as likely ignored because of one's gender spoke. It took merely a few moments of a reaction from the southern man, before a strong, burning claw suddenly dug itself into his neck, and started to burn from the inside out, fresh blood spraying across his hands.
"Rider, you might want to look away." the figure's voice called, before a powerful Surge of flame, far eclipsing the tiny little cigarette the man had smoke erupted...From within the man's body.
One would almost think of it as an explosion, the way fire erupted from the Man, his darker skin charring black, and his entire being lit aflame by the Fullmetal Claw, augmented with the Captain's most prominent, and well known spell.
As the man tore his claw from the figure's neck, letting the now lifeless, (if not so much cold) body collapse to the ground, (still aflame) Haoul knelt over it, procuring a small box from the man's pocket. In moments, he pulled out a cigarette, holding it to the man's body for a few seconds to light it, and brought it to his lips. After taking a long drag from it, he had only one thing to say to the recently deceased.
"Shitty Brand.."
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 7:58 pm
Bour Ying
It had been a very long time since Bour had been afraid of fire. His Atma was a powerful shield against most attacks, shrugging off things that would kill lesser men. It was a manifestation of his power... and his fear. Yet for all of its power, the Atma virus operated under very specific conditions. Among them was the fact that none of its resistances applied to the human body of its host, only its twisted, monstrous variant. When in the form of a normal man, Bour had no more resistance to fire than the next man, and he wasn't fast enough to see the other coming. The brain does move quickly, though, and a few frenzied thoughts crossed his mind before his life vanished like a match that had finally burned out. Yet nobody would ever hear those thoughts... and so passed the traitor of the Embryon, the scum of countless cities, and one innocent girl's worst nightmare...Quote: Bour Ying has been killed. The body is not a clone, a robot, an impostor, or an illusion. The real, actual Bour is seriously, honestly, legitimately, I'm-not-****ing-kidding-so-don't-even-think-I-am dead. For reals. Now I need to make a new despised villain. v.v b
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