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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 2:25 pm
A small village near the entrance of the forest
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 12:37 pm
 ~ Katsumi Fujiyoka ~ In the dark of night, Katsumi walked out of the village, blood dripping from her katana, and a gleeful look upon her face. The cries of terror and pain still hung in the night air as she walked off into the forest.
Several other humanoid figures left the village as well, the scent of blood followed them away.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:53 pm
 After months of the massacre that mysteriously happened, the village slowly became populated again. Though they stay weary to any danger coming, they mostly lived a peaceful life. ...So..this village is finally starting to live it up again..! Food sounds about good right now...let's see how this living taste like.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:48 am
Zetta begins to casually walk into this newly active town, trying to seem inconspicuous within this mass of villagers of all ages. Though he tried, he still stood out from the crowd. Zetta always carried an unsettling smile on his face, as if secretly laughing about something. If his golden eyes and facial expression wasn't enough, his clothing was completely black though it was a bright sunny day. He wore a cap on his head to cover is ash grey long hair, while wearing a black button up shirt with dark, scarred up, cache jeans. With his shirt slightly open, tribal tattoos can be seen on his powdered-tan skin.
Not many people noticed this new stranger walking into their town due to their own schedules, but a few of the elderly villagers did see him as Zetta passed by. They felt an unsettling aura around him, and all asked him why a strange fellow would come to their humble village. Obviously they were cautious due to past events. Though their suspicions were well placed, Zetta was able to convince them with his words, keeping a normal tone in his voice.
"..I didn't mean to startle you..I am a weapon from the DWMA; here to patrol the area. Your suspicion is well placed, wouldn't want any ill will on the villagers...rest easy. I am here now."
Though he kept a silky tone while speaking, his words still sounded slightly disoriented. Something was obviously wrong with this man, but many of the villagers just passed it off as him being mysterious due to him being from the DWMA. Zetta knew it just made it that much easier. But his time to strike wasn't just yet...it will come in night fall; where the darkness can be something to fear in itself.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 3:31 pm
Days have passed since Zetta had came into this town. During this time he had worked to gain their trust, insuring them of their safety from the evils that may come. Only few people became suspicious of Zetta's odd nature, but they were quickly dealt with, to avoid any spreading rumor.
After the first night of Zetta's appearance, it had seemed the village had gotten quieter. Not only did less thugs come through these roads, but it seemed many delinquents had decided to leave town, some leaving notes of how they feared any harm or punishment they may get in the future. The villagers saw this as a blessing from this wandering DWMA officer, thinking of him to be a type of private bodyguard for their homey lives.
What they didn't notice was it wasn't that any of them were warded away; they are actually prey for Zetta to get that much closer to this village. Wither it be wandering travelers, thugs from other cities, or even the rowdy teenagers that decided to stay up late at night; they had all become part of Zetta's strength. And there were still more souls to consume in this town..all Zetta needed was alittle more time.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 3:52 pm
A week now has passed, and this village has changed dramatically since days ago. Not only do the villagers seem afraid of any new strangers, but they feared to even come outside as well. Only few had came out of their own home, but it was only for necessities like eating. They didn't even to trust each other at times. They only thing they seemed to trust was the DWMA officer, Zetta Ame.
They all seemed to get in their head that Zetta was the only thing to ease their worries of the unknown world and it's dangers. They found him to be their guardian, their crutch. Zetta expected this with the things he had done secretly; with his extraordinary powers he possessed. But the day had come to leave this village he considered a meal. So he made an announcement in the streets, loud enough for everyone to hear in their homes.This eerie setting seemed as if they were all quarantined.
"People of this town..due to the sudden disappearance of so many of our beloved villagers and loved ones, we must make an immediate lock down of this entire village. This may be a harsh decision, but it is only for the safety of the last who are still among us. Though I must go to get more reinforcements to solve this epidemic, rest assured I will be back to liberate you all. Take all necessary precautions to keep anyone out of this town. This is our home, our lives.
If anyone dares cross it, don't be afraid to show them it was a poor decision to make."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 4:11 pm
After Zetta's announcement, the villagers began to wail in distress and sorrow. The roads echoed eerily from their cries. The news of their protector leaving was truely upsetting for them, but their fears of the outside worlds were much more overwhelming to actually stop him from going. So Zetta Ame took his leave from this village that clung to him so desperately, not bothering to look back. The village still moaned quietly from his departure, as if the town itself was in pain.
Zetta grows a large grin on his face; his tongue licking against his teeth. Heading towards the outskirts of Death City. "Now..that was fun. But I want more tastier meals. I want a city dweller.."
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