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 Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:05 am
Island 6 contains Fort Michtam, the seat of the Seafoam Army's command and control, as well as another industrial zone dedicated solely to producing the war materiel cooked up by the R&D division of the military.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 9:58 pm
::Island Six industrial region::
(Background music: Descendant of Shinobi FF7)
Crouched low among the towering buildings is a girl who couldn't be older than 8. She crouched low among the deep black coal soot, almost completely camoflagued except for the occasional loud coughing noise she made. Almost indistinguishable from the sounds of machines and hustling workers, however, there was another noise. A small, frightened noise.. She was crying.
"It's not fair.. Just because they have the money to pay for it, they get their own pokemon.. I want one too! It's not fair!" She whimpered, the tears mixing with the soot on her face and falling to the floor.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 1:51 pm
::Island 6 Industrial Zone::
Sargeant Major Breckenridge walked along the buildings. A recent meeting with the board members of Seafoam Diesle got him angry. He alolowed his younger superior to have fun with the Marine and Army team testing the Jungle Leopard. He has to deal with the bull that came with such fun. A Company Voltorb followed, making sure that he wasn't harmed, before noticing somethign odd, and went to check it out. Breckenridge stopped, as the Voltorb and other Electric type pokemon helped a mechanic fix something.
"Damn, I'll stay here for the time being then."
He sighed, he leaned near the girl. He wouldn't notice her until she coughed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 11:56 pm
arrow Edge of Island 6, somewhere in the grassy area.
The Japanese man in the cheongsam and martial arts pants steps out of a gateway that looks as if it's made of liquid. Kinda reminds one of Stargte, really. He walks slowly, the swords on his hip sheathed, but ready to be unsheathed if necessary. Gesturing, he creates a large burst of ice that makes a sheet wall, and this shatters, creating men made out of ice He only makes about thirty of them, but that should be enough. He hopes this military force is better than the last one he went up against, about seven hundred years ago.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:34 pm
arrow Island 6, general
"Hm. The Owner's drawn his sword and things are about to get interesting..it's time I moved then."
Mado stretches, and ripples fully into being. he flicks his wrist, and draws his katana from its sheath. Immediately, he begins twirling it around and calling up the waters near the island..and he repeats with the Wakizashi. He makes one of the great waterspouts he creates a dragon of liquid..the other a dragon of ice..which he brings careening down onto the island's surface where there would be a large gathering of forces. He can hear the alarms going off, and he manages a light smile as he sheathes his weapons. He won't need them just yet. but it was fun to let them breathe a bit.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:34 pm
arrow Island 6
Equally large dragons of condensed sand and wind arose in a mirror-image of ice and water... wind into water and sand into ice, eroding and dissipating into a mid-air explosion of sogginess that no one really cared to be in.
Beyond all of this, Mado would see a young man standing on the forefront, looking up at him. Uindo Areno kept his arms folded across his chest, his mouth closed, and the stare of a professional trained.
Wind rippled blood-matted hair and clothing. His upper-body was only swathed in tight and tattered bandages, lower in short hakama that seemed to be so dark red as to be black... or thick blood. He wore two rows of weights on his wrists and ankles, and his eyes were seemingly devoid of pupils... only splotches of deep red against pure white. He carried no visible weapons, but that didn't seem to matter... the boy was difficult to focus on, as though he was just another part of the scenery and easily ignored.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:41 pm
arrow Island 6
"Interesting. I wonder how it is you've still managed to survive, so wrapped in the forces of chaos as you are. I can feel that Sabera is about to go into her second form..the Master is tempering his force..Kelbesque is still wasting time..and Karmine decided not to go into the form of the Thunder God of Destruction. I can understand his creed. He is a priest after all. Even I don't enjoy unnecessary destruction. Let's see if you can decieve my eyes.."
Mado gestures, throwing off the disguise..letting his long black hair flutter free..and his blue eyes focus on his opponent. He looks more like Strider Hiryu now than Jet Li..but he's still got the same racial features. and a Byakyua scarf..except it's pale ocean blue instead of that gawd awful white.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:51 pm
arrow Island 6
Episode 1: Harbinger
The boy remained silent, merely awaiting his opponent to make his move. Areno didn't seem inclined to talking much...
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:10 pm
arrow Konoha Whirlwind!
Mado simply stands and stares just as impassively at his silent opponent. At some point, with them having this chinese stand off, one might expect them to start having mime-combat..
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:28 pm
arrow Spring Sprang Sprung
The boy on the ground staring up at Mado disappeared in a puff of smoke, fading into the wind. At that very instant, Areno drove a spike of stone and metal downwards for the exposed back of Mado's neck. The one on the ground was a clone, but was indistinguishable in every way from the actual Areno. It was something along the lines of ventriloquism, except with life-force, auratic energies and sensory perceptions. For all intents in purposes, the clone became Areno for a short period of time. That time was over... Mado had but a bare instants to react.
But still, even one so touted as the greatest of assassins, this was generous, wasn't it? He was testing the man who would be his opponent.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:34 pm
arrow Island 6
True, Mado wasn't a Ninja..but as the spike came down, for all instances it would seem as if it had pierced the man..with the exception that there was no blood or anything else at all. The form of Mado simply stood there...then rippled away into so much nothingness. The true Mado stood, about thirty feet away from where he was, arms crossed, looking as impassive as he had. An afterimage. So he was fast. Incredibly fast. He was the quickest of the four generals; Karmine had the greatest level of healing and could regenerate from anything, even death..Sabera..she uh..she had loli appeal? And Kelbesque was kinda like Juggernaut on horse steroids. Mado was a speed freak..
"Not bad."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:43 pm
arrow Island 6 Raceway
The Areno meant to stab disappeared in a likewise puff of smoke. Areno had the lay of Mado's movement from the barometric imprint against his Soriddo Taiki air-barrier from wherever he actually was. With a slight breeze, he set things in motion...
Areno appeared before Mado, face to face. Non-threatening, but it would be surprising. It was difficult to tell if this was the real Areno, a clone, or an illusion... the young man was so skilled between the three that perhaps even he couldn't tell. At this point, 30-40 small projectiles white in color exploded in the immediate vicinity, 360 degree AOE tearing through the air in every direction with insatiable speed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:52 pm
arrow Y helo thar.
Mado simply...evaporates. His body becomes water, and that water is struck with all of the projectiles. When it's over and done with, the water has soaked into the ground, so much inert liquid. He himself is standing on the ocean, not too far from the short. As long as there is water near, he can 'step' onto it, and leave a volume of water in his place, instantaneously. Not only that, he can do the Jesus, lol thing and walk on water pretty much at will. He hops back, standing on the waves, and lifts his arm up, causing a great wave to begin forming behind him. Beyond that, he seems to do little else. He's as single-motioned with his attacks as the other one..testing..waiting.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:37 am
arrow Moses, lol
A vision of Areno appeared on the edge of the water... instantly accompanied by a host of others, nearing the 20-ninja mark. They said nothing, but their hands were moving very quickly...
And then thrust upwards, palms up. "Sky and Earth, above and below, meet as one." It was a whisper upon the wind, and the effects were not quite realized right away...
But the ocean and the land nearby trembled, air pressure increasing rapidly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:21 pm
arrow Sinners Pwned?
Mado makes no move. Of them all, he was the most impassive, and to be honest, he hated to do any real fighting. He preferred, honestly, to be out in a place and admired by his fangirls or writing some haiku. Yes, haiku, no no emo poetry. Still, he watches with interest. Apparently ninjas in this world were a little different than what he was used to. He'd have to deliver this information to the owner. Wrapping himself in a circular shell of protective hard water, Mado watches the proceedings..curious as to how it will all culminate.
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