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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 3:03 pm
Why the name is in Spanish and the house is a Japanese style manor, Shinme will not explain. Maybe calling it Ikka Rappidofaia was a little stupid, as it were. A stream runs across the grounds, stepping stones in place to help crossing or to be used for some meditation. there are two houses on the grounds, one is the manor it self, the other being a small dojo. While the manor is very spacious, fuedal-era style inside, the dojo is actually more modernized. once the paper dorr is moved, there is a freight elevator that takes up most of the space. Once in it, the elevator takes you to an underground training/living area, half of which is a set of rooms designed to be used for training and exercise, littered with various full weapon racks, a near endless supply of arrows, targets, excersie equipment, sports areas and equipment, even an open underground grotto with a waterfall from the outside. The other portion of the area is actually connected to the main house. This area consists of eating and living areas, a full kitchen, bathrooms, sleeping quarters, all of it, making it a seperate living area, allowing for people to live down there in a pinch, or while doing intensive training. Once back into the main house, one finds it to be very quaint, little of the design touched by time, but all of the living areas, kitchen space, bathrooms and bedrooms do have the modern touch and tech, giving the entire place the feel that the two portions of time had crashed into eachother, then formed into one.
Ans as far as Shinme is concerned when it comes to his friends and his home, Mi casa es su casa.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:57 pm
H.D. started taking a walk through the rooms of the main manor. He looked through a window to see the dojo outside. "Rapido Fuego...paper doors... now I get it."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:32 am
Cause I have nowhere else for it, even as the baws. I'm leaving a note here.
'Tis poems.
My mind is flowing
Full of self loathing
I ******** up bad
And it makes me mad
...I got no response
So calm it haunts
She took it in stride
While her emotions did hide
I just want it done
But not with the gun
To here the words
"You're forgiven, but it hurts"
I'd fight for forgiveness
I'd strive for happyness
To regain what was broken
And keep your arms open
I'd give the world for your smile
Even if not for a while
I'd wipe away your tears
Try to crush all your fears
Claw my way to your heart
Even if it tears me apart
Cut out your pain
Get you to trust me again.
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