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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:08 pm
Layla Ravenwood  She found herself dragged back close to him. It seemed he was thinking about something for a moment. Then he backed away. She was confused as he yelled those words. What is he talking about? She saw his spirit come over to put a hand on his shoulder. "It seems he is traumatized by something." Max said, standing next to her. Layla nodded. "Obviously. But what?"
Her spirit shook his head. "I'm afraid only he can tell us." Looking at the masked figure again, she walked up to his spirit. "What's wrong with him?" she asked the woman. Hopefully she would know something.
Furyoku: 19,000/19,000
Yen:1,000
Rank: Shaman
Experience:
Words: 103
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:13 pm
 Arion
Genji Gincosu // Shaman // Element Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Arion//Furyoku: 104,400/104,400
Either she felt nothing, or he was the only one to feel what had just happened. She seemed to not know what he was talking about...meaning either he was safe...or he was lost beyond all comparison. She would walk up to Arion who would shake her head at Layla. "Seems you need to grow more child" she would state to him. It was odd...how could only Genji feel what had happened. Maybe it was a reassuring memory or something? "ha ha...just me joking around" he would state to her as he began to move around, dancing again. Hopefully he could bs his way trough this.
Words Posted: 109
Word Count: 1380
Experience: 13,000
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:27 pm
 [53,000/53,000 Furyoku]
[Demon Type(Lust and Rage)][Rogue Priest]Shaman Log Half Hearted Used on Genji =3 I'm such an a**, I know.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:43 pm
Layla Ravenwood The guy with the glasses came up to them and touched each of their arms. Then he'd pulled her away from Genji. When she looked back she saw Genji dancing as if he was with someone. He as smiling at a nonexistent person before him. "Okay...now I think this guy is a bit nuts." she said.
His spirit hadn't given a good answer either. Then there was the guy who'd dragged her away. Why were so many guys hitting on her tonight? She sighed. "Do I look stupid to you? Every guy says that." she replied, looking down. "I'm not in the mood to burn anyone right now."
Furyoku: 19,000/19,000
Yen:1,000
Rank: Shaman
Experience:
Words: 109
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:52 pm
[53,000/53,000 Furyoku]
[Demon Type(Lust and Rage)][Rogue Priest] Avlus only sighed, understand why she wouldn't trust him but smiled at her. "If you want, I can gag myself, and tie my arms behind my back...wait I can't gag myself, I wouldn't be able to talk..." He pondered this for a moment. "I have mask thing, I can put on my mouth so I can't try and kiss you, and I can tie my arms behind my back while we talk?" He said smiling at her. Pulling the mask from his pocket and showing the metal wires that he had as well. "If you still don't trust me, I'll seriously put this stuff on if you need..." He said in his serious tone, showing he wasn't really joking.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:04 pm
Layla Ravenwood She looked at the mask and wires and said "I'm not even going to ask why you have those." A blush was on her face and her spirit snickered a bit. He had some sort of idea where her thoughts went with that. Clearing her throat she decided it would be best to move on. "Ahem. Anyways..." She paused for a bit as she tried to think of what to say. "You...you don't have to do that. Heh."
She'd seen enough weird things for one night. "Fine. I will go on a walk with you. But that's it." she said, taking his arm. "Come on before psycho wakes up." She was glad to be leaving this place.
Furyoku: 19,000/19,000
Yen:1,000
Rank: Shaman
Experience:
Words: 118
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:06 pm
Arion
Genji Gincosu // Shaman // Element Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Arion//Furyoku: 104,400/104,400
"I have seen this before" Genji would state as he walked away from the illusion that was the girl he was dancing with. Genji would not even go towards the people, his mind way to much into what he had just discovered. He would slump back into a booth, just hearing the words of those who spoke around him. He hated the people around him, those emotions sparking from him again, the want to kill...the want..the yearning...but he would sigh, his white hair just flowing onto the table. He could not deal anymore...he would wait...someone would come to talk to him...or not.
Words Posted: 108
Word Count: 1488
Experience: 14,000
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:18 pm
[53,000/53,000 Furyoku]
[Demon Type(Lust and Rage)][Rogue Priest] Avlus smiled, putting the items back and then lead Layla out of the club.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:50 pm
Arion
Genji Gincosu // Shaman // Element Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Arion//Furyoku: 104,400/104,400
Genji would raise up, leaving the club in a zip. He had a bad feeling, and would dart past everyone. He had a feeling he would be back.
Words Posted: 108
Word Count: 1488
Experience: 14,000
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:04 pm
 
The young man had short, almost fluffy looking white hair. It was not silver, nor grey, but a beautiful and brilliant white, so much so that it looked like something innocent. The person that this hair belonged to played that look up, his eyes a soft gold, his face young looking and holding a childlike sweetness to it that seemed to say he was naive and pure, untainted by the wickedness of the world. He stood no taller than five foot six, and his form was lean, near thin. To most, he looked no older than perhaps fifteen or sixteen, however he was, in fact, nineteen, and well aware of the evils and dangers of the world. If one were to look hard enough, they would notice the glimmer in those golden eyes, the sparkle that told of one that was not afraid to cause pain and even death to others.
So, it was not unusual then, for this young man to be on his way to a sort of bar or club type establishment, which was what he was doing when he heard it. A crash, like something rather large falling into a pile of trash cans. He stopped an alley to his left that he was now looking down, the sound coming from in there. He heard groaning and some more scuffling sounds as if something large was trying to move around and not doing a very good job at it. He would look down, his arms crossed over his bare chest as if he were holding something, though to most they would be empty, but to those that could see them, his spirit was nestled comfortably, a white rabbit with blue eyes and a waist coat, a pistol at its hip. The rabbit would look up at him and shrug its small shoulders, just as unsure and curious as to what was in the alley as its partner was. So, that having been decided, the young man would open his arms, his spirit dropping to walk next to him, and his hands moving to his pants, where, tucked secretly under the overhanging top of his overalls, were a set of twin revolvers. Each hand would rest atop the handgrip of one, making it look like he was simply placing his hands on his back hips, his thumbs pulling the hammers back as he stepped forward into the alley, carefully and cautiously.
Near the end of the alley, he could see a lump of something moving, and, hovering over it, a spirit wearing some really old looking clothes. Del would pause, slowly pulling one of the revolvers out of its holster slightly, “Hey… Who are you, and why are you in the alley?” he called, pretending to not see the spirit of, whoever it was that was hovering over the person. In response, he would get a groan, and the spirit would lift its head, looking rather worn and beaten. He would slide the pistol back into its holster, sighing heavily and looking down to his own spirit, “Nico… What do you think?” the rabbit would look up at him and roll its eyes, sighing before putting its own pistol away, hopping over to the lump of person that was slowly shifting on the ground. Del would follow, leaning down to poke at the person, their hair a long silvery white, and with a strange reddish spot on the back of a white vest. “Hey. Come on… Just cause you’re drunk don’t mean that… Holy s**t!” the man would have rolled over, and Del would have seen a matching red stain on the front of the white vest, and he would realize what it was, “You got stabbed… damn… sucks to be you. But hey, at least you’re alive.” He would lean down, offering the slowly recovering man a hand up, which was gladly accepted. Del would chuckle as the man staggered, his spirit fading into what looked like a wooden sword that hung at his waist. “C”mon, you look like you needa drink… And I know just the place…” a wicked grin would cross the young man’s face, and he would lead the obviously older man out of the alley, having to pause as the man staggered, then continued on, leading him to the club he had been heading to, the Point of Sloth. None seemed to think anything of the nineteen year old walking in and taking a seat, ordering two shots of bourbon, nor his out of sorts companion, covered in his own blood. After all, in a club that catered to shamans, this was a normal day. Del would place his elbows on the table, his chin resting in his palms as he looked at the man across from him, “So, who got a hold of you?” he would grin, his golden eyes full of curiosity and mischief.
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⌖Ｆuryoku: 200 / 200
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⌖Ｌocated: At a table in P.o.S.
⌖Ｃurrent Ｃompany: Usagi
⌖Ｗord Count: 814
⌖Ｗord Count Thus Far: 814
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:42 pm
 
His mind was racing, but at the same time it felt like his thought process had slowed to a crawl. He remembered the sudden burning flash of pain in the center of his chest, that giant hand, the rooftop, but while he remembered it all, he was also starting to forget about it. He felt cold and yet on fire at the same time, and he thought his head was going to either explode or cave in on itself, maybe both. He felt like he was floating, and all of the pain and suffering that he had throughout his life was just, gone… Just like that, everything was as if it would be alright, he felt weightless. Then, as if he had been shot, it would all come back, and he would feel as if he were falling, and the pain in his chest had dulled to just a burning, aching throb.
His body would suddenly stop, hitting against something semi solid, the feeling of cold metal and plastic under him. Eventually his other senses would return, he would groan, smelling garbage, hearing the sounds of traffic and other people. He tried to push himself up, but would find that his limbs were weaker than what he was aware of, and did not want to obey his mind. He would fall back to the ground, groaning and trying to roll over. Above him, he would feel his spirit shifting, just as weakened and tired as he was. His mouth would open to speak, but rather than sound, a soft groaning gasp would come out, and he would bring a hand up to place against his chest, lifting himself from the ground slightly.
It would be around that time that he would hear something, someone was coming closer to him, and then a young man’s voice came to his ears, asking him something about being drunk. The tone would change quickly though to one of surprise, and Usagi could only guess that his clothes were bloodstained and the person had just noticed it. Slowly Usagi would manage to roll onto his back, his bandaged hand coming up to rest over his face, the man saying that he looked like he needed a drink. Moving his hand from his face, he would see a young man with white hair and gold eyes offering him a hand to help him up. Taking it, he would stand, staggering somewhat as the world spun around him. His hand would come out to rest against the wall for a brief moment before he continued, following the young man. The guy seemed to know where he was going, the layout of the town. Hopefully he would not end up drug into some back alley and beaten in his weakened state.
The man would lead him to a club, Point of Sloth was the name. When they entered, Usagi could feel the presence of other shamans, of powerful and weaker ones. That made him remember that he had just lost, severely, to a much stronger shaman. He would sigh, his arms coming to cross over the table that they sat at, his head coming to rest against them. He would only look up as the young man asked what happened to him. They obviously spoke two languages, this man had a strange accent and was definitely not Japanese. He sounded like a more formal American, but luckily for him, English was a second language, something his parents had made clear they wanted him to learn. “I was defeated… by someone stronger than me…” He would give a soft groan, laying his head back down on his arms, his chest still burning. “Where am I anyway… Last I remember I was on the roof of Shinra Academy, in Japan…” he would sit up, leaning back and bringing a hand up to rub against the amazingly healed wound on his chest. Looking down at it, he would frown, his pristine white vest and blue shirt now stained with bright red blood. Even his tie was bloodied. Bringing a hand up, he would brush it along his stained shirt and vest, “You wouldn’t know of any place that sells clothes and would be willing to take Yen, would you?” he had already surmised he wasn’t in Japan, but he doubted where ever he was they had their own currency, and it wasn’t anything he had in his pockets.
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░Ｃurrent Ｃompany: Del
░Word Count: 737
░Word Count Thus Far: 737
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 9:08 pm
Arion
Genji Gincosu // Shaman // Element Type//Monk // Team Name confused ?? // Sprit: Arion//Furyoku: 104,900/104,900
Genji would walk into the bar again, his mind just off. HE saw no one and nothing...why did he even need to care? He would look down, not noticing or caring for anyone. He did know more people were in the bar, but he didnt care...it was dumb. Why should he even care anyway? He probably had killed alot more then he even thought he had..which was so dumb. He would sit in a booth, his head now lying on the table. He could not focus anymore and would be damned by anyone...he would just lay there...in hope..
Words Posted: 103
Word Count: 700
Experience: 7000
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