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 Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:22 am
The rooftops of Rukongai District 1. A perfect place for a battle.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:31 am
Raven's scarf fluttered in the chill wind. The weather was cold, and many people had gone inside to warm themselves. The shinigami-in-training walked up the steps to a roof top and eyed a letter he had recieved the night prior. It had said for him to come here, with his zanpkatou. Hawthorne sighed and took a deep breath as he took the final step onto housetops.
The entire district was covered with a light blanket of snow. He was glad he had found this new scarf in his room, otherwise it would be very very cold. He took the first step onto the roof and lost his balance. The layer of snow reached all the way to his ankles. He sloshed out of it and lifted his head up, scaning the area with his sharp, purple eyes. There, standing on the same rooftop, was a man, but he couldn't exactly make out his features.
"Are you the one who sent this letter?" Raven yelled into the howling wind, it had picked up slightly. "Well, I'm here, and I have brought my zanpkatou," he hesitated for a moment, "as well as the steamed sake..."[1]
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:37 am
"Eh!?!?!" he shouted, Nobi was red now, probably from the sake he drank before. "You aren't Tsai," he said. "Well hand over the sake!" he shouted as he continued to walk closer, he started swaying and then nearly fell off the rooftops. But he managed to regain balance. "Oi, pass the sake!" he screamed.
In his eyes, all he could see was a figure, it was too tall to be Tsai, and Tsai rarely talked to him. "Come on..." he drooled a bit and then fell flat on his face on the roof. He got up and stared.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:45 am
Raven sighed and placed the bottle of sake neatly on the strangers head. Tsai? Who was that? Figures, this guy was so drunk out of his mind that he must have sent the letter to the wrong person. "By the way, that will cost you," Raven said through his red scarf.
The chill wind had picked up, causing the snow to fall in a slanted direction, rather then straight down. The sun was still seen, albeit, it was hidden under the clouds momentarily. He preferred the sunlight, despite the fact that his birthday was during these winter months.
"Next time, do not drink and talk," Raven said. He put his hand in front of the stranger, as if expecting something. After a few seconds of silence Raven took a deep breath of ice cold air, "my money?".[2]
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:51 am
Nobi laughed. "I wasn't going to pay you!" he laughed as he began walking away singing and dancing about sake and it's greatness. He was definitely drunk now. The wind soon blew again and he dropped his sake onto the floor.
"Aw ****" he suddenly stopped moving. He stood there. "You don't happen to have another bottle do you?" he asked, his face didn't look drunk now. Nobi was good at hiding such things. He tilted his head and reached into his gi to look for something to eat. He took out a riceball and began eating. "So!?" he asked, his shades bobbled on his neck. The wind was picking up speed and his pony tail was swaying.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 11:00 am
Raven was getting very irritated, not only was he standing out in the middle of the cold, freezing snow, this person, this drunkard, had refused to pay him. He was three inches from pushing this guy over the rooftop and sending him down into the cold, white streets below.
Then, the guy dropped the bottle into the snow, the contents poured all over the snow, melting it where it touched. Raven sighed in exasperation, as the man asked him for another bottle. Enough, he said to himself.
"No, I don't have another bottle," the shinigami-in-training retorted, anger seething. "Now, I expect, no, I DEMAND that you pay for that bottle of sake. It is the LEAST you could do for dragging me out here."
Raven's anger was apparent in his eyes as they flashed into a reflective purple. He was slowly losing his patience. The combination of the weather, the fact that he was out here for nothing, and now, because this guy refused to pay him.[3]
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 11:03 am
Nobi began to mumble and walk away from Raven. He then began running.
"I can see that this conversation isn't going anywhere, thus I must leave!" he shouted as he was running away, he jumped to the next rooftop. "Dammit, I thought I sent that letter to Tsai" he cursed as he ran as quickly as he could.
Nobi did have money on him but why pay when you could get free sake?
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Ravenswynd rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 11:17 am
"Oh, hell no! I do NOT need a permit for this crap!" Raven yelled and chased after the stranger. His scarf fluttered in the wind, causing a loud clicking sound everytime he moved. Raven frowned, his scarf... That was it! Quickly, and while running, Raven took out his zanpkatou and tied the scarf around the hilt. Then sheathed the blade again to keep the scarf from coming off. He saw the man jump onto another, larger rooftop.
Using his sheathed zanpkatou as a pole, he stabbed it into the roof and hurtled across the gap and saw several people down below stare at him. He landed with a thud and spun. Using the momentum of the spin, Raven threw his sheathed zanpkatou like a boomerang, hoping to catch the rogue with his scarf.----------------
Ranged Accuracy Roll: 1d20 + 4
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Nobisuke rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:14 pm
"Oi!" he shouted as he stepped aside hoping to dodge the sheath that was thrown. He turned and continued to run, he soon reached another ledge and jumped over.
"Got to try harder than that" he taunted his opponent as he ran and ran.
Dodge: +18
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Nobisuke rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:16 pm
He stopped suddenly and reached for his zampakuto in his pocket. It was a pocket sized knife. He kept it sheathed and charged at the stranger, he was clearly not drunk, he just wanted to get away now, he didn't like fighting. He thrusted his dagger-like zampakuto at the stranger with both his hands, he was prepared to run right afterwards.
Attack: +7
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Ravenswynd rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:35 pm
Hawthorne cursed as he missed his target. He frowned, long range was not his strong suit. Then the man stopped and began to run at him. The shinigami-in-training saw the man's eyes. So, he was not drunk, Raven thought to himself. Now he was getting angry, this man really wanted to con him, and he had just arrived at the academy.
Slightly distracted Raven thought that this guy was going to run past him and away, but the new shinigami noticed he was reaching into his pocket. A weapon? Raven looked at his zanpkatou, it was still a good three yards away, and his would-be attacker was closing in fast.
Hawthorne almost froze in panic, he had never been in a real fight, with someone actually, trying to kill him. He closed his eyes for a split second. That half second felt like a day. Then he heard it, "Raven, use me," said a faint feminine voice in the wind. It came from his zanpkatou. He glanced at the charging attacker to see if he heard the voice. Apparently he didn't, because ((EDIT: it seemed he was :EDIT)) unsheathing his blade.
Quickly, Raven pulled on his scarf, hard, forcing the flying zanpkatou to wheel back into his arms, not having the time to unsheath his blade, he tried to counter the oncoming stab with a sheathed-blade pass block. -----------
Dodge Roll: 1d20 + 14
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:42 pm
((My dagger is sheathed, no intent on killing))
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Ravenswynd rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:46 pm
((yeah but to raven, you might as well have a gun in your hand, you are still attacking him with what looks like a knife lol, any person would think you were tryin to shank em XD)) Raven smiled at his success, his first real battle, and he had managed to not get killed within the first exchange of blows. The new shinigami then unsheathed his blade, his Kurenai Kasai Hasu (Crimson Fire Lotus) flaring up, and ringing loudly. The snowflakes met the blade, resulting in water dropplits to form on the blade, giving it a misty, white look. Despite this, the sheen of the sword glared at Raven's attacker, as if angry at the stranger.
Raven then saw her, a beautiful pink haired mistress with a long crimson kimono. Both their hands held the blade up, but the stranger gave no expression that he saw this woman. The lady had her hair up in a pony tail that was tied together by a single vine, a lotus growing on top of it.
Hawthorne dropped the sheathe onto the white winter snow, and as the wind howled, he struck back at his attacker with all his might, with a hard two-handed, 45 degree angle slash aiming for the person's torso.((EDIT OOC: FYI: The lady is my zanpkatou spirit, so you can't see her lolz)) -------------------
Melee Accuracy Roll: 1d20 + 7
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Nobisuke rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 4:40 pm
"Your going tiring," he laughed, he somersaulted away from his attacker, but it was not enough, he was hit.
Dodge: +18
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Ravenswynd generated a random number between
14 and 27 ...
24!
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 8:22 pm
Damage! Raven smiled grimly as he performed the follow through with his blade. The wind howled as if chanting victory. The scarf was still tied to his hilt and when he brought it back for the follow through, it grazed the target's wound slightly, adding a strange elegance and finese to his strike. The scarf encircled him as if it was a snake, and then continued to flutter in the air as Raven held it in a basic haisowakinomi (sp), by holding the cross guard at ear level and having the hilt perpendicular to the ground.
He frowned and proceeded to continue his prodding. "I don't want to hurt you anymore, please, just give me back my money."[7] ((OOC EDIT: well...*cough* uhh..what now?))
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