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 Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 10:47 am
The whole graveyard is laid out with the finest care taken to keep it in order. Tombstones are scattered around the expanse of lawn, one in particular, having a small electric fence put up around it to keep dancers and guests from trampling the grave of Kameo's father. Swamp gas floated around, eerily lighting the dark place as strobe lights might light a rave. Some might easily mistake the gas as ghost orbs, but the spirits that resided here only came forth for one person: Kameo.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 3:56 pm
When Kameo got to the middle of the cemetery, he stopped, turning around to see if anyone would actually follow him. He had hoped to provoke some people's pride if they couldn't bear to be with dormant and bug-eaten bodies that had no power. Swamp gas floated around him, eerily, casting sharp shadows across his features. He put his hands on his hips, announcing to anyone that was approaching, "I thought we might like to have some fun out here with a simple dance off, with me as the judge." he smirked to himself, the swamp gas giving him a wicked appearance, "Who will be our contestants, tonight?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 8:38 pm
Kami skipped over to her father, "Can I dance, Daddy?" she grinned up. She loved to impress her father, but he was usually occupied with other things, so this would be the perfect opportunity to cream the opposition in front of him.
Camille wandered over to Kameo, "I won't dance, but I would like to watch this; I have a feeling it will be worth my while." the slightest smile touched her lips.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:35 pm
Kameo smiled at Kami, "I would love it if you'd dance; maybe you can give these soldiers a challenge." he winked at his daughter before turning his yellow gaze to Camille. He frowned at her, "You won't dance? Are you saying you won't because you think you'll embarrass yourself, or you're just lazy?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:11 pm
Marguerite smiled, walking around a headstone. She wasn't good at dancing, but she thought that if she tried to have fun, that was all that mattered. She walked up to Kameo, "I'll join in your competition. I can't say I'll be much of a match against Kami, but I'll give it a shot."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:50 pm
Kami beamed when her father complimented her abilities. There was nothing she loved more than her father acknowledging her prowess.
Camille looked to the ground at Kameo's question, she looked back up, her cheeks red with indignancy, "If I were lazy I would not have made it as a guard in the castle of the ruler of the world." she folded her arms under her breasts, staring at Kameo unwaveringly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:00 pm
"Ah! Marguerite!" Kameo beamed, "You shouldn't put yourself down, so!" he clapped the woman on the back, "But at least you're willing to give it a shot unlike some people, here." he shot a glare to Camille.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:01 pm
Gita gently took Vergyl's arm. Reluctantly, Vergyl guided Gita to the area with Kameo and the others. Her spirit dove glittered, showing her excitement and joy. Once Gita was sure on her feet, Vergyl gently pulled away from her. He didn't like being seen with Gita. There was already a few rumours that he despised.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:15 pm
Kameo clasped his hands together in excitement, "Ah! Gita! Vergyl! Are you guys going to join us, as well?"
"Now don't forget about me!" Arsenie grinned strolling over, "Now we can have some fun!" he clutched his hands behind his back, standing before his master.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:26 pm
Gita giggled a little.
"Join in for what?" she asked with a smile, already knowing.
Vergyl just folded his arms tight, not wanting to participate.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 12:31 pm
((O.O'' Must get off the list of doom! {this is still my iTouch by the way XP})) Sabin took the opportunity to fall in next to Kameo, "Hmm, human congregation for the contorting of limbs to a beat . . . I've read about this." he said, half-interested; what he really wanted was to study the length the Dorf family went to seal their corpses . . . if they used any interesting rituals. While Sabin watched them, a small, fleshy worm-like creature with a large, half-rotted eye wriggled from his robes. It blinked stupidly for a moment, then responded to the instructions of the necromancer, its job simple. It was to record the images of each Dorf tomb to the Necronomicon. Sabin was merely curious, but he knew what the living thought of "respect for the dead". Sabin chuckled, thinking to himself how useless and foolish the concept was.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 6:09 pm
"Why, to dance of course!" Kameo grinned at Gita. "Ah! Sabin! You've arrived just in the nick of time! I'm glad a man of your standing will be entering the contest! Maybe you'll motivate some of these guards here, to join." he shot a look at Camille and Vergyl.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:10 pm
Sabin smirked "Oh, you can merely think of myself as a sponsor for this event," he made a swift motion of his dark robes, almost like the unveiling of a curtain as he steppef aside, revealing a woman with grey ethereal tendrils of hair and half-rotted clothing, consisting of a once-elegant blue and grey dress, set about her in tatters. Her hair covered her face darkly, and her arms were pulled close to herself, but there were 2 foot long claws dangling from her hands, dripping with copious amounts of thick blood-seeming to come from the claws themselves. The creature raised its head, its mouth the only thing visible through the hair-it was sewn shut with black, steel stitches. She looked to her master and lowered her head once more, forlornly. Sabin grinned very slightly, wickedly, proudly, "Banshees are so very fond of music, they hold so much emotion within their cursed souls." he looked back to Kameo "May you allow her to participate in my stead? I'm afraid my incantations are the closest to dancing, and they are a bit . . ." his face became utterly emotionless and serious, "extreme for most living's tastes." he sighed "But if you so wish it my all-powerful king of this earth, I shall at your request." he said with a bow.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 5:05 pm
A look of repulsion crossed Kameo's face upon looking at the banshee. "Sabin..." The man had a disturbing way of handling things. He shook his head, "I had intended this as an event for the citizens of the castle, and I should hope - " he shot the strategist a look, "That there are no banshees residing in my castle." He strode around a tombstone, pacing. "I think we would all have a much more enjoyable time if you were to compete yourself, rather than the banshee."
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 9:33 am
The necromancer blinked, surprised, he would have thought that humans valued entertainment more-Kameo truly was an interesting individual, "Of course." and no sooner had he spoken those words, the banshee semmed to disappear amongst the shadows, back to the plane of undeath. ((Yes XD he handles things . . . interestingly, I suppose, he relies upon a defensive strategy even in social situations, this shall be wonderfully strange! ^^)) Sabin allowed the books to float so they wouldn't slow him down, and tightened the belt on his robes. He readjusted a few notches beneath his cloak-part of his robes to make them into an almost skin-type tunic-nearly Gerudo style. Sabin still had a contingency plan for this situation-if it would be allowed. He looked back to Kameo with a look of intrigue, "Are there, by chance, any rules pertaining to this activity? Or is it all legal as long as we are . . . dancing?" he said with a sudden, low, drooping, annoyed tone to the last word.
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