OOC:Hi hi I am going to be starting an rpg and i wish for you all to join. All you have to do is make a profile of your self on here and you are able to join you do NOT have to ask me first. Spelling and grammer mistakes is fine as long as people understand what you are saying. You are only able to speak out of character here in OOC. and you speak in character out side of the OOC.....The story really comes at random....mostly it will have to tie in with what everyone else has typed. The minimum length of your post at least has to be 2 really good paragraphs...Or you can just post more then that. Thank you......}
Here is my Profile....
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Name: Hamina Moonblade
Age:150 {elven years}
Race:Half hoteru and half water elf
eyes:emerald green
hair:Red
cloaths:Red kimono
armor: silver with gold etchings {does not wear that much <only when needed the most>}
class:Priestess
acs:silver and red flute,jade necklace, two silver rings
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Hamina slowly walked along the banks of and off beaten path at the edge of a thick forest.She took in the sights around her and watched as the birds flew by and the gentle breeze slowly picked up the fallen leafs and made them dance in the air. As she walked more she slowly came up to a large lake that seemed to twist and turn at the farthest end away from her. She found a large rock at the edge of the land and she sat down on it.
"What a beutiful sight"
She smiled and pulled out her flute and began to play a soft but happy tune which seemed to echo itself through the surrounding area. Her music seemed to quite the birds and seemed to soften the winds breeze. It seemed like it slowly stalled them just long enough to hear the tune.
Full Version: Ebony tears
Name: Ayame
Age:17
Race:human
eyes:blue -blind
hair:dark brown
clothes:Simple royal blue sundress
armor: none
class:Seer
acs:golden heart locket
Age:17
Race:human
eyes:blue -blind
hair:dark brown
clothes:Simple royal blue sundress
armor: none
class:Seer
acs:golden heart locket
Sitting silently in a knarled old tree above, Ayame listened to the flute music in silence - staring at her slightly swinging feet in silence. She could feel vibrations - soft, fast ones - through her fingertips and the young girl was sure that a mocking bird was causing them. The wind blowing softly was against her pale cheek was warm and steady, like a mother's touch. After several minutes of simply staying perched there like some stone guardian, Ayame choose to break the silence.
"Hello ma'am."
"Hello ma'am."
(Ill post soon Hami give me a lil bit.)
[OOC: I won't be joining this, but since it's an only IC type of roleplay, if there are enough posts to make it to page 2, then I'll move this to the main forum.
As a note to all RPers, please make your posts at least two reasonable paragraphs long, and don't post twice to seperate IC and OOC posts, please put them together.
That's about all. ^^ Happy roleplaying.]
As a note to all RPers, please make your posts at least two reasonable paragraphs long, and don't post twice to seperate IC and OOC posts, please put them together.
That's about all. ^^ Happy roleplaying.]
I'l look into joining when I have a better understanding upon how this RP is going to be played out. Please don't try to explain, reasons be that I would just like to read a couple of IC posts to get an answer by myself ^-^
Ty,
#Gamer
Ty,
#Gamer
OOC:
Name: Race Sinful
Age: 120 {elven years}
Race: wood elf
Appearance: Race has Ruby collored eyes, which stand out in the wood elf colonies. He is about 6ft 3inches, and weighs about 170lbs. He wears black silk clothes, including a sleeveless shirt cut off at the gut, and a long pants tucked into his black boots. He wears Sapphire colored gauntlets, and has emerald colored hair. His ears are flat and pointed striaght out about 5-6 inches. His hair hangs down to his mid back, but he keeps it up in a ponytail.
Armour: His armour consist of a half a chest peice on his right breast, and his gauntlets, and boots. All a sapphire color.
Weopons: He carries his 6 ft great sword Guenavyr with him at all times. It has etchings of a great tiger of the woods in it. The blade is a sapphire color, and its handle has a small confined dagger in it, also with a sapphire blade. He also carries an enchated quiver that can regenerate lost arrows, and a beautiful bow that will never break, he hopes.
Class: Warrior;hunter
Acs: He wears belt that hangs crooked on his waste, and an amulet made of ruby. He also has a beautiful silver harp. witch he plays quite well.
IC: Race raced through the woods watching as the great and beautiful beast ran through them. It was so flawless in its sprint, so beutiful with its leaps. He would be amazed, if hadn't seen this so often. But it was stil a beautiful sight. Then, the tiger stopped, and race did to. He heard a flute playing an amazing tune. He looked around to see if anyone was near, then realized he was lost.
Not long ago did the other elves, dark elves, destroy his home, and everything he knew, and this song reminded him of the joy of life. For some reason, the sorrow left him while this song was played. He pulled out his harp, climbed into a tree, and began to play along with the tune. His harps string, echoing throughout the are.
OOC: Uh, what all races, and classes are there.
Name: Race Sinful
Age: 120 {elven years}
Race: wood elf
Appearance: Race has Ruby collored eyes, which stand out in the wood elf colonies. He is about 6ft 3inches, and weighs about 170lbs. He wears black silk clothes, including a sleeveless shirt cut off at the gut, and a long pants tucked into his black boots. He wears Sapphire colored gauntlets, and has emerald colored hair. His ears are flat and pointed striaght out about 5-6 inches. His hair hangs down to his mid back, but he keeps it up in a ponytail.
Armour: His armour consist of a half a chest peice on his right breast, and his gauntlets, and boots. All a sapphire color.
Weopons: He carries his 6 ft great sword Guenavyr with him at all times. It has etchings of a great tiger of the woods in it. The blade is a sapphire color, and its handle has a small confined dagger in it, also with a sapphire blade. He also carries an enchated quiver that can regenerate lost arrows, and a beautiful bow that will never break, he hopes.
Class: Warrior;hunter
Acs: He wears belt that hangs crooked on his waste, and an amulet made of ruby. He also has a beautiful silver harp. witch he plays quite well.
IC: Race raced through the woods watching as the great and beautiful beast ran through them. It was so flawless in its sprint, so beutiful with its leaps. He would be amazed, if hadn't seen this so often. But it was stil a beautiful sight. Then, the tiger stopped, and race did to. He heard a flute playing an amazing tune. He looked around to see if anyone was near, then realized he was lost.
Not long ago did the other elves, dark elves, destroy his home, and everything he knew, and this song reminded him of the joy of life. For some reason, the sorrow left him while this song was played. He pulled out his harp, climbed into a tree, and began to play along with the tune. His harps string, echoing throughout the are.
OOC: Uh, what all races, and classes are there.
Ayame frowned in thought, her eyes scanning to skyline - or at least what she thought was the skyline - uselessly. She stood slowly and carefully, keeping a firm hand on the thick tree trunk. With skill born of years of blindness she climbed slowly - but surely up the tree. Finally she got close enough to feel the vibrations of the harp playing through her fingertips. Who ever was playing was close by - maybe ten feet away.
"Hello?" She called softly, keeping her voice light and non-threatening. She couldn't feel any ill will from who ever was playing so she gribbed the tree branch above her and pulled herself up. Ayame sat daintily on the branch and used to vibrations to figure out where the music player was sitting. Once she knew, Ayame turned slightly so she was facing the person.
"Hello?" She called softly, keeping her voice light and non-threatening. She couldn't feel any ill will from who ever was playing so she gribbed the tree branch above her and pulled herself up. Ayame sat daintily on the branch and used to vibrations to figure out where the music player was sitting. Once she knew, Ayame turned slightly so she was facing the person.
{OOC: any class or race is fine as long as it is not a godly form, that is invincible.}}
Hamina quietly played the tune to her self. She heard a tune not far from where she stood playing along with her song. She stoped and stood up quickly knowing she was not alone. She turned around slowly to where she faced the begining of the forest line. As she stood there she scanned the tree's slowly, finally she stoped at the top of the tree line that was right in front of her.
She noticed a girl dressed in blue also scaning the area. Hamina slowly walked over to the bottom of the same tree that the girl was standing on.
"Hello, miss im sorry, but do you happen to know where that tune seems to be comeing from?"
She slowly floated off into silence waiting for the young girls answer.
Hamina quietly played the tune to her self. She heard a tune not far from where she stood playing along with her song. She stoped and stood up quickly knowing she was not alone. She turned around slowly to where she faced the begining of the forest line. As she stood there she scanned the tree's slowly, finally she stoped at the top of the tree line that was right in front of her.
She noticed a girl dressed in blue also scaning the area. Hamina slowly walked over to the bottom of the same tree that the girl was standing on.
"Hello, miss im sorry, but do you happen to know where that tune seems to be comeing from?"
She slowly floated off into silence waiting for the young girls answer.
Race jumped in surprise when the strange, apparently blind girl, pulled herself up next to him. "Hello to you too." He said quietly, trying not to sound threatning. "I am Race, who might you be?" Right then, he heard the music stop, then lloked up, and quickly climbed higher as an elven half breed approached.
"Hello, miss i'm sorry, but do you happen to know where that tune seems to be coming from?" He heard her ask.
He jumped out of the tree, and landed behind the elven half breed. "Why, that would be my harp you hear." Then, seeeing the flute in her hands. " I suppose you be the one playing that beutiful tune." He said, climbing back into the tree beside the blind girl. Turning to her, he asked, "Not to be insultent, but, are you okay, going around without any type of guide, being blind and all."
ooc: Race is a wood elf, so, he has a high spirited, or dark personality, depending on the situation. But he also rather hyper.
"Hello, miss i'm sorry, but do you happen to know where that tune seems to be coming from?" He heard her ask.
He jumped out of the tree, and landed behind the elven half breed. "Why, that would be my harp you hear." Then, seeeing the flute in her hands. " I suppose you be the one playing that beutiful tune." He said, climbing back into the tree beside the blind girl. Turning to her, he asked, "Not to be insultent, but, are you okay, going around without any type of guide, being blind and all."
ooc: Race is a wood elf, so, he has a high spirited, or dark personality, depending on the situation. But he also rather hyper.
Ayame smiled kindly and nodded. "I should be fine, thank you." She smoothed the wrinkles out of her dress as she listened silently to the wind blowing. "You two make beautiful music," she murmured absently. "Could use a violin though." Ayame nodded slightly to herself but otherwise remained silent as she stood carefully on top of the tree branch. She started to slip when she realized there wasn't any tree beneath her left foot, but she quickly righted herself.
She blinked and stared for a long moment at the moon - although how she found the moon was unknown to even her. Battle. Clashing. Blood. Ayame frowned to herself and sighed. "Another war... perhaps I should find a guide..."
She blinked and stared for a long moment at the moon - although how she found the moon was unknown to even her. Battle. Clashing. Blood. Ayame frowned to herself and sighed. "Another war... perhaps I should find a guide..."
Hamina stared at the wood elf for only a moment and then she started to speak.
"Yes I am the one playing that tune, I was taught by some one that I happen to be looking for right now, I am travilng by myself though. Right now the closest city im headed to is the human capital. Im looking for others to help me along my way, but yet all of my searches are in vain. I am Hamina Moonblade The half water and half hoteru elf. And miss Seeres if you do not mind I can be your guide, It seems you might need some help, considering that slip you just had could of been much worse."
Hamina stared at the two still slightly amazed that she was not alone while she played her flute. She then noticed the harp that was in the wood elfs hands and once again she spoke to them.
"Im amazed that you can play along with the tune with no mess ups. Where did you learn such a gift like that?"
"Yes I am the one playing that tune, I was taught by some one that I happen to be looking for right now, I am travilng by myself though. Right now the closest city im headed to is the human capital. Im looking for others to help me along my way, but yet all of my searches are in vain. I am Hamina Moonblade The half water and half hoteru elf. And miss Seeres if you do not mind I can be your guide, It seems you might need some help, considering that slip you just had could of been much worse."
Hamina stared at the two still slightly amazed that she was not alone while she played her flute. She then noticed the harp that was in the wood elfs hands and once again she spoke to them.
"Im amazed that you can play along with the tune with no mess ups. Where did you learn such a gift like that?"
Wooo may I join?
Name: Cecelia Essence
Age: 14
Description:
Eyes: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short
Skin Tone: Very White
Weight: 92 1/2 pounds
Height: 5' 1
Race: Human
Personality: Mischievous She loves to cause trouble (Example: such as knocking over cans of food in a grocery store) She is a jalapeņo farmer and if she gets mad at somebody she'll take the jalapeņo juice and touch people. (Other Example: She'll take the juice and spray it on toilet paper) She also ripes out the last page of a book before giving it back to the library. Although she is a little demon child she has compassion towards animals more compassion she can give humans! In her spare time she write out plans on how to over-throw her country and control the city, foreign affairs and how her government would be run!
This is a picture of Cecelia I drew. I know I'm not a good drawer, sorry ^^ But it gives you a good idea on what she looks like.
Name: Cecelia Essence
Age: 14
Description:
Eyes: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short
Skin Tone: Very White
Weight: 92 1/2 pounds
Height: 5' 1
Race: Human
Personality: Mischievous She loves to cause trouble (Example: such as knocking over cans of food in a grocery store) She is a jalapeņo farmer and if she gets mad at somebody she'll take the jalapeņo juice and touch people. (Other Example: She'll take the juice and spray it on toilet paper) She also ripes out the last page of a book before giving it back to the library. Although she is a little demon child she has compassion towards animals more compassion she can give humans! In her spare time she write out plans on how to over-throw her country and control the city, foreign affairs and how her government would be run!
This is a picture of Cecelia I drew. I know I'm not a good drawer, sorry ^^ But it gives you a good idea on what she looks like.
Race looked at her, then the blind girl. "I will aid you in your quest, as a wood elf, and a brother of the earth, as you are its sister. That would makes us, well, it doesn't matter. And the harp playing, I was tough by my mother, though she is gone now." He looked at the moon and frowned as he began to remember the day the drows (dark elves) attacked.
Blood had stained the ground, the fire refelcting off of it like the moon in the water, many peoples crying, others sceaming or dead. He sat there, motion less, expressionless, and watched.
"AH" he screamed as he snapped out of it. Then, as though there nothing wrong, "May I ask for you names?"
Blood had stained the ground, the fire refelcting off of it like the moon in the water, many peoples crying, others sceaming or dead. He sat there, motion less, expressionless, and watched.
"AH" he screamed as he snapped out of it. Then, as though there nothing wrong, "May I ask for you names?"
As he asked the ladies names a young girl who seemed to be running from something bumped into him. She hit him so hard they knocked over.
"Mmmm" The girl mumbled holding her head and trying to shake off the pain. Just as she looked at the guy she knocked over she heard a howl and the sound of animals and men coming after her.
The man she knocked over stood up in bewilderment and watched as the girl ran behind him. Three men came up and looked at him and noticed the girl clinging onto the back of his shirt/robe (?) in fear.
"Give us the girl!" One of the deep men said. She looked up at the elf and her eyes pleading to save her from these men!
"Mmmm" The girl mumbled holding her head and trying to shake off the pain. Just as she looked at the guy she knocked over she heard a howl and the sound of animals and men coming after her.
The man she knocked over stood up in bewilderment and watched as the girl ran behind him. Three men came up and looked at him and noticed the girl clinging onto the back of his shirt/robe (?) in fear.
"Give us the girl!" One of the deep men said. She looked up at the elf and her eyes pleading to save her from these men!
I'll be like Gamer and join later. When i understand what the hell this is about. You really should have an OOC topic though, just so that it's easier to follow.
And please try to spell good. I don't care about grammar, but I'm a bitch on spelling. Tyrant, you can't "ripe" a page of a book. It's rips.
And please try to spell good. I don't care about grammar, but I'm a bitch on spelling. Tyrant, you can't "ripe" a page of a book. It's rips.
I think I'll correct myself, since there's a chunk of OOCs with 'I think I'll join later'. If there are fifteen IC posts in this topic, I'll move it to the main RP forum.
Ayame started in shock as thousands of vibrations shook her - temporarily leaving her dizzy. She stumbled back a bit but caught herself quickly. She turned her head in the direction of the men and stared at them. "Can we help you?" She asked airily. Ayame froze for a moment - her eyes wide before shaking herself slightly. Ayame waited a moment for an answer but apaarrently not getting one she sighed and allowed herself to drop down to the ground next to Hamina. She stumbled back a step, but was easily caught by Hamina.
"Ah, thank you. I think I just may take you up on that offer of yours." She then stood straight and shook herself slightly. Ayame made sure she was facing the men. "now, what - may I ask - has Cecelia done to provoke such treatment?"
"Ah, thank you. I think I just may take you up on that offer of yours." She then stood straight and shook herself slightly. Ayame made sure she was facing the men. "now, what - may I ask - has Cecelia done to provoke such treatment?"
"May I ask what the child has done wrong?" He looked the men over, and quickly leaped on to one of their heads, seeming light as a feather, he continued, "Cause if I don't see it fit to chase her down like a rabid squirell, then i may cause you some real trouble." He smiled and lept back down, landing in front of Cecelia. He drew his sword, and swung it around, then put it up, sat down, and began to play the harp to a playful tune.
Looking up at Hamina, he said, "Come on, play along with your flute." He got up, and began to dance around the men to the tune. The dogs just sitting there bobing thier heads to the tune. "Round and round the simpleton, around the filthy simpleton." He began to sing. "Cirlce the filthy dirty roten men."
Looking up at Hamina, he said, "Come on, play along with your flute." He got up, and began to dance around the men to the tune. The dogs just sitting there bobing thier heads to the tune. "Round and round the simpleton, around the filthy simpleton." He began to sing. "Cirlce the filthy dirty roten men."
"She stole food from the marketplace. She's been stealing from the market place for weeks now and we finally have her in our grasp. Give her to us, so we can teach her the punishment for stealing!"
Cecelia looked like she was about to cry. She was afraid of what the men might do to her. Whip her, beat her, prison? All of those things were rushing in her mind. She whispered softly to Race (?) "Please help me!" She once again hid herself behind Race (?) and watch as the men get irritated.
(So it is okay that I joined?)
Cecelia looked like she was about to cry. She was afraid of what the men might do to her. Whip her, beat her, prison? All of those things were rushing in her mind. She whispered softly to Race (?) "Please help me!" She once again hid herself behind Race (?) and watch as the men get irritated.
(So it is okay that I joined?)
Hamina looked at the men as they spoke in the rough tone that made her even more curious about what was going on.
"If you want her you got to kill us first."
Hamina with drew her sword from her sheath and she stood in front of Race, and the two girls.
"......Im eager to fight right now so please....Come".
Hamina stood there silently in her fighting position waiting for the human men to attack. She did not know what to expect so she was prepared for anything to happen.
"If you want her you got to kill us first."
Hamina with drew her sword from her sheath and she stood in front of Race, and the two girls.
"......Im eager to fight right now so please....Come".
Hamina stood there silently in her fighting position waiting for the human men to attack. She did not know what to expect so she was prepared for anything to happen.
The men were not to eager to begin combat. They drew their weapons hesitantly and looked at each other.
"Is this really necessary?" The one man asked. "All we want is the girl, nothing more! We need to bring her to justice. Just hand her over and lets forget this whole 'combat' situation!"
One of the men commanded the dogs to get ready for battle. They began to growl and hunched their backs. They showed their teeth and their hair was on edge.
Cecelia began to back up slowly. She had no weapon, nothing at all to protect her except for the man she was hiding behind.
Three of the men brought out their bows and reached for their arrows...
"Is this really necessary?" The one man asked. "All we want is the girl, nothing more! We need to bring her to justice. Just hand her over and lets forget this whole 'combat' situation!"
One of the men commanded the dogs to get ready for battle. They began to growl and hunched their backs. They showed their teeth and their hair was on edge.
Cecelia began to back up slowly. She had no weapon, nothing at all to protect her except for the man she was hiding behind.
Three of the men brought out their bows and reached for their arrows...
Race saw the men lifting their bows and quickly pulled out his, strung it, and fired three shots right into the three mens bows. "Now tell me, why do want to hurt such a young girl. I am sure her reasons for what she had done are quiet reasonable." He put armed his bow with another arrow, and shot between the feet of the man who had the dog. " Now be a good man, and sit down." He said very confidently.
Now putting his bow away, and drawing his sword, he stood beside Hamina. "Please let me know your name, elf woman. It would be nice if I did have to continue to refer to like this." He looked back at the blind girl. "And that goes for you too blind girl, and you little girl." He looked back at the men. "Now, are we going to fight, or will leave this little girl alone? Because if we have to fight, I can guarantee, that you will go home crying about missing fingers, or arms, or other limbs." He smiled, and began to do a strange tap like dance, anxious for their answer.
Now putting his bow away, and drawing his sword, he stood beside Hamina. "Please let me know your name, elf woman. It would be nice if I did have to continue to refer to like this." He looked back at the blind girl. "And that goes for you too blind girl, and you little girl." He looked back at the men. "Now, are we going to fight, or will leave this little girl alone? Because if we have to fight, I can guarantee, that you will go home crying about missing fingers, or arms, or other limbs." He smiled, and began to do a strange tap like dance, anxious for their answer.
I've got a better understanding of what's going on now, altough there doesn't seem to be much plot. You really went abstract on this.
Here's the profile. I need something to entertain me while Naruto and others are inactive....
Name: Kichiro Ochi
Age: 21
Race: Human
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Clothes: Loose black Roves
Armor: Spirit (invisible)
Class: Half-Spirit
Acs (WTH?): I wish I knew what the hell this was.....
I'll post later.
Oh what the hell, I'll do it now. Just promise to work on spelling.....
IC:
"Mmm....apples are delicious..."
Kichiro took the bite out of a red apple. He was seated on a thick branch of a tree. He heards a twang.
"Hmmm......? But I was enjoying my apple....."
The arrow went through the core of the apple, sticking it to the tree. Kichiro sighed.
"Why is it whenever I find some peace around here, somebody has to go disturbing it?"
He swung himself so that his head was visible to the ground.
"Alright. What do ya want? I'm busy."
A mob of angry townspeople where standing in front of him.
"Um. Hiya?"
The leader of the mob stepped forward.
"Kichiro Ochi! Get down from there! Your wanted for three murders!"
Kichiro looked confused.
"Umm.... (O.O)?"
The leader drew his sword.
"We've been authorized by the Prince to kill you! Step down and make this easy."
Kichiro sighed again.
"I just want to eat apples in peace....."
The leader looked even angrier.
"IF YOU WANTED TO ENJOY APPLES THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE MURDERED THREE PEOPLE!!!"
Kichiro sighed another time.
"Fine. I'll come down."
He swung himself back up and disappeared in the leaves. The villagers heard him rustling around. His head popped out from the leaves.
"Just a second."
He went back into the leaves. The mob saw his foot appear on the trunk, and they watched him come down.
"WHAWAWAWAWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! YOU TOOK ALL THAT TIME TO GET A BASKET OF APPLES!"
Kichiro just looked at them a bit confused. He pulled the apple out of his mouth.
"Tell you what. I bet I can kill you before each of these apples hit the ground. If I don't, whoevers left, can kill me. I won't resist."
The mob leader spoke again.
"Why would we take that bet?"
Kichiro drew his sword.
"Well, either way, your gonna die. Just thought I'd make it interesting."
Kichiro's eyes turned red. He threw the apples into the air, and lunged at the crowd. A few seconds later, the entire mob lay dead.
"What do you know! The were still falling!"
He wiped his sword on the ground and picked up the basket of apples.
Here's the profile. I need something to entertain me while Naruto and others are inactive....
Name: Kichiro Ochi
Age: 21
Race: Human
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Clothes: Loose black Roves
Armor: Spirit (invisible)
Class: Half-Spirit
Acs (WTH?): I wish I knew what the hell this was.....
I'll post later.
Oh what the hell, I'll do it now. Just promise to work on spelling.....
IC:
"Mmm....apples are delicious..."
Kichiro took the bite out of a red apple. He was seated on a thick branch of a tree. He heards a twang.
"Hmmm......? But I was enjoying my apple....."
The arrow went through the core of the apple, sticking it to the tree. Kichiro sighed.
"Why is it whenever I find some peace around here, somebody has to go disturbing it?"
He swung himself so that his head was visible to the ground.
"Alright. What do ya want? I'm busy."
A mob of angry townspeople where standing in front of him.
"Um. Hiya?"
The leader of the mob stepped forward.
"Kichiro Ochi! Get down from there! Your wanted for three murders!"
Kichiro looked confused.
"Umm.... (O.O)?"
The leader drew his sword.
"We've been authorized by the Prince to kill you! Step down and make this easy."
Kichiro sighed again.
"I just want to eat apples in peace....."
The leader looked even angrier.
"IF YOU WANTED TO ENJOY APPLES THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE MURDERED THREE PEOPLE!!!"
Kichiro sighed another time.
"Fine. I'll come down."
He swung himself back up and disappeared in the leaves. The villagers heard him rustling around. His head popped out from the leaves.
"Just a second."
He went back into the leaves. The mob saw his foot appear on the trunk, and they watched him come down.
"WHAWAWAWAWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! YOU TOOK ALL THAT TIME TO GET A BASKET OF APPLES!"
Kichiro just looked at them a bit confused. He pulled the apple out of his mouth.
"Tell you what. I bet I can kill you before each of these apples hit the ground. If I don't, whoevers left, can kill me. I won't resist."
The mob leader spoke again.
"Why would we take that bet?"
Kichiro drew his sword.
"Well, either way, your gonna die. Just thought I'd make it interesting."
Kichiro's eyes turned red. He threw the apples into the air, and lunged at the crowd. A few seconds later, the entire mob lay dead.
"What do you know! The were still falling!"
He wiped his sword on the ground and picked up the basket of apples.
OOC ~ I think.
*I'm confused are these the dudes that were after me? Or are these your own townspeople?*
*I'm confused are these the dudes that were after me? Or are these your own townspeople?*
{OOC: Like I posted one the 1st post the story will be made up as it goes. Acs means basicly what extra things you are wearing like earings or a ring or even like if you carry a flute or a harp or something extra. Yes those are the men after you.}
Hamina looked at Race then smiled slightly to him. She thought to herself about him asking her a few times for her name and then tapped her finger on her forehead.
"I am so sorry it looks like I spaced out slightly...sorry... My name is Hamina Moonblade, I am a elf priestess."
Hamina then looked at the young girl in curiosity and relized that she did not have a wepon to protect her self with. Hamina opened her pack that was on the side of her waist and pulled out a Tanto {Sorta like a dagger but a tad bit bigger}. She tossed it to the young girl and spoke.
"I know it isnt exactly much but its a start for you. Keep that and learn how to use it at least, though you will need something that suits you young one. Later when these ignorent men decide to leave we will find something for you."
Hamina then looked over to the blind seeres and spoke once more.
" Miss Ayame I would suggest you go over there by the lake and stay there until me and Race are done. It is for your own safty at least, I do not wish to have anyone hurt."
Hamina then stepped foward a few steps and looked at the men and the dogs. She slowly cacualted to her self about the tactics that they might have and that they might use.
" Where is your proof that she did these things purposely, as Race said she must have a reason to do these things. So answer me this.... Do you know that she had a reason or is it that she did these things just out of spite."
{OOC: If you have any other questions just feel free to ask. I may not ask them right away though because at the moment I am having computer difficulties. So I have to use my school computer. And I do not mind if you guys join it is no problem with me, I would just like if you guys read the first post on here and you are able to follow those rules and if someone else can not read your post you need to edit it. Also if I am not on at the time please ask Lady Obsidian or Neko oni or some one else who has been on here for a long time... Thank you!!}
Hamina looked at Race then smiled slightly to him. She thought to herself about him asking her a few times for her name and then tapped her finger on her forehead.
"I am so sorry it looks like I spaced out slightly...sorry... My name is Hamina Moonblade, I am a elf priestess."
Hamina then looked at the young girl in curiosity and relized that she did not have a wepon to protect her self with. Hamina opened her pack that was on the side of her waist and pulled out a Tanto {Sorta like a dagger but a tad bit bigger}. She tossed it to the young girl and spoke.
"I know it isnt exactly much but its a start for you. Keep that and learn how to use it at least, though you will need something that suits you young one. Later when these ignorent men decide to leave we will find something for you."
Hamina then looked over to the blind seeres and spoke once more.
" Miss Ayame I would suggest you go over there by the lake and stay there until me and Race are done. It is for your own safty at least, I do not wish to have anyone hurt."
Hamina then stepped foward a few steps and looked at the men and the dogs. She slowly cacualted to her self about the tactics that they might have and that they might use.
" Where is your proof that she did these things purposely, as Race said she must have a reason to do these things. So answer me this.... Do you know that she had a reason or is it that she did these things just out of spite."
{OOC: If you have any other questions just feel free to ask. I may not ask them right away though because at the moment I am having computer difficulties. So I have to use my school computer. And I do not mind if you guys join it is no problem with me, I would just like if you guys read the first post on here and you are able to follow those rules and if someone else can not read your post you need to edit it. Also if I am not on at the time please ask Lady Obsidian or Neko oni or some one else who has been on here for a long time... Thank you!!}
Race looked at Hamina, "Hamina, thats an, unusualy, yet, very pretty, name." He looked at the men again, who still stood there. "WELL!" he yelled, making two of them jump. He giggled to himself because of it. "Are you going to answer the my question or not. He picked up a pebble, and threw it at one of the men, hitting him square in the head. "Heheheh"
He pulled his bow and shot the dogs leash, letting it lose, and it took off into the woods. "Bye bye puppy." He then mumbled something in elvish tounge to hamina, "This are a bunch of hopeless men, let us just scare them off, and not spill any pointless blood, i have seen that happen to often in my last 120 years." He looked back at the girl. "Whats your name, so that I may get to know you a little better with out having to refer to you rudely."
He slapped him self in the head. "OH GUENAVYR," he called out. And a beautiful great white cat (An albino panther, that is twice the of your average panther) came strolling out of the woods. He said aomething in a tongue he barely understood himself to the cat ablout who where freinds, and who weren't. He also told Guenavyr to protect the young girl. "It is alright, she is your freind." He said to the little girl as Guenavyr approched her.
ooc: guenavyr is Races' freind, not pet, but freind from the deepest part of the wood elves forest.
He pulled his bow and shot the dogs leash, letting it lose, and it took off into the woods. "Bye bye puppy." He then mumbled something in elvish tounge to hamina, "This are a bunch of hopeless men, let us just scare them off, and not spill any pointless blood, i have seen that happen to often in my last 120 years." He looked back at the girl. "Whats your name, so that I may get to know you a little better with out having to refer to you rudely."
He slapped him self in the head. "OH GUENAVYR," he called out. And a beautiful great white cat (An albino panther, that is twice the of your average panther) came strolling out of the woods. He said aomething in a tongue he barely understood himself to the cat ablout who where freinds, and who weren't. He also told Guenavyr to protect the young girl. "It is alright, she is your freind." He said to the little girl as Guenavyr approched her.
ooc: guenavyr is Races' freind, not pet, but freind from the deepest part of the wood elves forest.
"My name is Cecelia! Thank-you for sticking up for me! It's not easy when your an orphan!" She said smiling and rubbing her neck!
"So who are you? May I ask what you're doing in the woods? Almost nobody comes into the woods because of the increasing dangers!" She asked.
"So who are you? May I ask what you're doing in the woods? Almost nobody comes into the woods because of the increasing dangers!" She asked.
{OOC............They are still alive we are trying to make them all go away from the area we are in.}
OOC ~ Got it!
[OOC: Not to be bitchy, but...
This post is way too short, although it does have two paragraphs. Make it longer please. All posters please take note too, thank you.
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"My name is Cecelia! Thank-you for sticking up for me! It's not easy when your an orphan!" She said smiling and rubbing her neck!
"So who are you? May I ask what you're doing in the woods? Almost nobody comes into the woods because of the increasing dangers!" She asked.
"So who are you? May I ask what you're doing in the woods? Almost nobody comes into the woods because of the increasing dangers!" She asked.
This post is way too short, although it does have two paragraphs. Make it longer please. All posters please take note too, thank you.
[OOC Why does it have to be so long?]
On a small coast near the Tiger river a small boy named Ted, was stuck in a tree because of the increasing danger of a penguin attack. So he mailed a letter to the Gortakin Government asking for a laser gun. He got a magazine in the tree so he could chose. He then mailed in his order form and two weeks later he got a laser gun thus destroying all the penguins who were surrounding him in hopes for a nice meal. But enough about that.
"My name is Cecelia! Thank-you for sticking up for me! It's not easy when your an orphan!" She said smiling and rubbing her neck!
"So who are you? May I ask what you're doing in the woods? Almost nobody comes into the woods because of the increasing dangers!" She asked.
[OOC there you go it's longer]
On a small coast near the Tiger river a small boy named Ted, was stuck in a tree because of the increasing danger of a penguin attack. So he mailed a letter to the Gortakin Government asking for a laser gun. He got a magazine in the tree so he could chose. He then mailed in his order form and two weeks later he got a laser gun thus destroying all the penguins who were surrounding him in hopes for a nice meal. But enough about that.
Back in the woods
"My name is Cecelia! Thank-you for sticking up for me! It's not easy when your an orphan!" She said smiling and rubbing her neck!
"So who are you? May I ask what you're doing in the woods? Almost nobody comes into the woods because of the increasing dangers!" She asked.
[OOC there you go it's longer]
[OOC: It's actually fairly short for a minimum word limit. It used to be 1000 characters, minimum, at best. It's to keep a certain standard of quality up, because one-liner roleplay posts are a complete lack in polishing your writing skills and advancing plot. Trust me, it's not too long at all. Just describe more or let your character do more (logical stuff, I mean) and you'll have more than two paragraphs very quickly.]
OOC: I have to agree with Seluna on this. Please people, even if you don't have to, make the posts with quality. They don't have to be too long, but enough so that we don't make this thread 50 pages long and advance a total of 1 little story. Try to have them somewhere between 7-8 paragraphs at least.
Now I think I'll drop in on your characters if you don't mind.
IC:
Kichiro sighed.
"Those apples sure were delicious.....It's to bad."
He took the last bite, and threw the core away. He threw the basket on the ground.
"Sigh.....I wonder if there's anything else to eat around here."
He checked the trees for fruits. They were only cherry trees.
"Damn. Oh well."
He put his hands behind his head and started to whistle. After a few minutes, he stopped, and lowered his hands. He saw a man running down the road towards him.
"Stop Thief!"
Kichiro put his hand on his sword. As the thief was running by, Kichiro slammed the handle into his stomach. He swung the sword up and cut the mans shoulder.
"Tsk Tsk. Stealing is bad. Now let's see what you got there."
The thief grabbed the bag tighter. Kichiro looked at him questioningly.
"Look kid. I could do one of two things right now. I could check the bag, or I could check the bag with your corpse hanging on it."
The thief looked at him fearfully. He put his arms out. Kichiro took the bag.
"You stole rice? That's it? Here take it back. It's not worth me turning it. You probably need that for food for your family don't you."
The thief bowed and ran off. Kichiro saw a merchant come running. He was fat and slow.
"Why didn't you stop him!"
Kichiro sighed. It was no use explaining. The end result was always the same. He drew his sword and stabbed the man through the stomach. He wiped his sword clean on the grass and started walking again.
"Ooh. He had some fruit on him."
Kichiro felt someone bump into him. The fruit flew and fell into the dirt. Kichiro turned and saw two dogs running away from the woods.
"Damned dogs."
He drew his sword and slashed the wind. The dogs fell dead.
"Hmmph. Dogs don't usually run off like that. Looks like they were afraid. I'll go check the woods. Who knows? Maybe they have more apples."
He sheathed his sword and jumped towards the woods. He was there in two leaps.
"Now let's see what all this damned commotion is about. Hey an apple!"
He took the apple and walked on the tree branches. He saw some figures below. Two looked different than the rest.
"Hmm....? Elves?"
He looked around and saw a few other men as well. He jumped down into the middle of the clearing.
"Behold! I am Kichiro Ochi, the Red Sun of the East! What are you doing disturbing my walks!"
He took a bite out of the apple. He threw the core up into the air and drew his sword. He cut the apple into tiny pieces. He turned towards the men surrounding the elves. His face turned grim.
"Now. Which one of your dogs knocked over my fruit! Answer carefully. I'm wanted for Sociocide."
OOC: Note that Socioside means mass killing.
Now I think I'll drop in on your characters if you don't mind.
IC:
Kichiro sighed.
"Those apples sure were delicious.....It's to bad."
He took the last bite, and threw the core away. He threw the basket on the ground.
"Sigh.....I wonder if there's anything else to eat around here."
He checked the trees for fruits. They were only cherry trees.
"Damn. Oh well."
He put his hands behind his head and started to whistle. After a few minutes, he stopped, and lowered his hands. He saw a man running down the road towards him.
"Stop Thief!"
Kichiro put his hand on his sword. As the thief was running by, Kichiro slammed the handle into his stomach. He swung the sword up and cut the mans shoulder.
"Tsk Tsk. Stealing is bad. Now let's see what you got there."
The thief grabbed the bag tighter. Kichiro looked at him questioningly.
"Look kid. I could do one of two things right now. I could check the bag, or I could check the bag with your corpse hanging on it."
The thief looked at him fearfully. He put his arms out. Kichiro took the bag.
"You stole rice? That's it? Here take it back. It's not worth me turning it. You probably need that for food for your family don't you."
The thief bowed and ran off. Kichiro saw a merchant come running. He was fat and slow.
"Why didn't you stop him!"
Kichiro sighed. It was no use explaining. The end result was always the same. He drew his sword and stabbed the man through the stomach. He wiped his sword clean on the grass and started walking again.
"Ooh. He had some fruit on him."
Kichiro felt someone bump into him. The fruit flew and fell into the dirt. Kichiro turned and saw two dogs running away from the woods.
"Damned dogs."
He drew his sword and slashed the wind. The dogs fell dead.
"Hmmph. Dogs don't usually run off like that. Looks like they were afraid. I'll go check the woods. Who knows? Maybe they have more apples."
He sheathed his sword and jumped towards the woods. He was there in two leaps.
"Now let's see what all this damned commotion is about. Hey an apple!"
He took the apple and walked on the tree branches. He saw some figures below. Two looked different than the rest.
"Hmm....? Elves?"
He looked around and saw a few other men as well. He jumped down into the middle of the clearing.
"Behold! I am Kichiro Ochi, the Red Sun of the East! What are you doing disturbing my walks!"
He took a bite out of the apple. He threw the core up into the air and drew his sword. He cut the apple into tiny pieces. He turned towards the men surrounding the elves. His face turned grim.
"Now. Which one of your dogs knocked over my fruit! Answer carefully. I'm wanted for Sociocide."
OOC: Note that Socioside means mass killing.
*OOC. Arg, this is still confusing*
Cecelia watched as the man jumped down the tree, and ate more of his apple. This time she was even more frightened.
"What the hell is going on?" She thought to herself. She stepped back once and back again. The man who called himself Kichiro Ochi, drew his sword and landed in front of the men.
Cecelia stopped, "I remember that name, but from where?" She thought to herself as she hid behind a tree. She looked at the man's facial features and it struck her. She became so frustrated and angry. He was the man that killed her family. She shook her head in disgust and tears fell from her eyes. "He's going to kill us, and if he finds out who I am..." She turned her head and looked deeper into the forest. "He mustn't know."
After the Gortakin government found out that he had used the laser gun for the use of massacring poor hungry penguins, the Gortakin government sent specially trained CIA merchants in to kidnap him and hold him for questioning. Just has the boy was surrounded by penguins he would soon be surrounded be CIA merchants.
Ted, the laser gun boy, stowed away on ship that would be crossing the Goutalene Sea. Unfortunately he didn't realize that he got sea sick very easily. So when everybody was asleep he broke into the kitchen and boiled himself some milk and then he felt better!
Cecelia watched as the man jumped down the tree, and ate more of his apple. This time she was even more frightened.
"What the hell is going on?" She thought to herself. She stepped back once and back again. The man who called himself Kichiro Ochi, drew his sword and landed in front of the men.
Cecelia stopped, "I remember that name, but from where?" She thought to herself as she hid behind a tree. She looked at the man's facial features and it struck her. She became so frustrated and angry. He was the man that killed her family. She shook her head in disgust and tears fell from her eyes. "He's going to kill us, and if he finds out who I am..." She turned her head and looked deeper into the forest. "He mustn't know."
Meanwhile
After the Gortakin government found out that he had used the laser gun for the use of massacring poor hungry penguins, the Gortakin government sent specially trained CIA merchants in to kidnap him and hold him for questioning. Just has the boy was surrounded by penguins he would soon be surrounded be CIA merchants.
Ted, the laser gun boy, stowed away on ship that would be crossing the Goutalene Sea. Unfortunately he didn't realize that he got sea sick very easily. So when everybody was asleep he broke into the kitchen and boiled himself some milk and then he felt better!
OOC: I'm just gonna go ahead and kill the guys anyway. It's a bother to keep them.
IC:
Kichiro started to laugh.
"You should see how you look! Your face is all sweaty!"
He bit into another apple. One of the men drew his bow. He fired an arrow at Kichiro. He swung his sword and split the arrow in half. He talked through the apple in his mouth.
"You seem a bit aggresive. I'm just trying to bring justice. You're probably the one whos dog it was, after all, the dog takes after the master."
The man never got a chance to respond. Kichiro was suddenly behind him, sword in ready position. He beheaded him quickly. He sat down and bit the apple again.
"You know. It's a bit sad really. I only have about 8 bites in each of these apples."
He swallowed. The other man had a strange look on his face. Kichiro smiled.
"What? You've never seen someone enjoy a good apple before?"
The man shook his head. Kichiro took another bite out of his apple.
"Hmmmm....this ones a bit mushy on the other side. Can't have that now can we."
He threw the apple away. Kichiro let out a sigh.
"So tell me. Was it your dog who knocked my fruit into the dirt?"
The man started to get angry.
"YOU KILLED MY FRIEND OVER FRUIT!"
Kichiro looked at him blankly. He cocked his head.
"Frankly I think my fruit was worth a lot more than your friends life."
The man drew an axe.
"You bastard!"
Kichiro looked at him as he swung the axe. He caught the blade in his hand. No blood fell down.
"You all finished?"
He gripped harder on the blade, and it crumpled.
"Look now friend. You can't expect to harm me with that weak thing. These robes are Spirit Armor. You can't penetrate it with just some ordinary attacks."
He punched the man in to stomach, sending him flying into the tree.
"Now I'll show you what I can really do."
He put the sword above his head and started to spin it.
"Spiral Destruction!"
He leaped off, his entire body spinning along with the sword. The Cecelia watched in horror as blood and bone splattered and cracked into nearby trees.
Kichiro jumped back, and landed behind her. He looked at her inquisitvely.
"Hiya kid. You look a bit familar. You want an apple?"
IC:
Kichiro started to laugh.
"You should see how you look! Your face is all sweaty!"
He bit into another apple. One of the men drew his bow. He fired an arrow at Kichiro. He swung his sword and split the arrow in half. He talked through the apple in his mouth.
"You seem a bit aggresive. I'm just trying to bring justice. You're probably the one whos dog it was, after all, the dog takes after the master."
The man never got a chance to respond. Kichiro was suddenly behind him, sword in ready position. He beheaded him quickly. He sat down and bit the apple again.
"You know. It's a bit sad really. I only have about 8 bites in each of these apples."
He swallowed. The other man had a strange look on his face. Kichiro smiled.
"What? You've never seen someone enjoy a good apple before?"
The man shook his head. Kichiro took another bite out of his apple.
"Hmmmm....this ones a bit mushy on the other side. Can't have that now can we."
He threw the apple away. Kichiro let out a sigh.
"So tell me. Was it your dog who knocked my fruit into the dirt?"
The man started to get angry.
"YOU KILLED MY FRIEND OVER FRUIT!"
Kichiro looked at him blankly. He cocked his head.
"Frankly I think my fruit was worth a lot more than your friends life."
The man drew an axe.
"You bastard!"
Kichiro looked at him as he swung the axe. He caught the blade in his hand. No blood fell down.
"You all finished?"
He gripped harder on the blade, and it crumpled.
"Look now friend. You can't expect to harm me with that weak thing. These robes are Spirit Armor. You can't penetrate it with just some ordinary attacks."
He punched the man in to stomach, sending him flying into the tree.
"Now I'll show you what I can really do."
He put the sword above his head and started to spin it.
"Spiral Destruction!"
He leaped off, his entire body spinning along with the sword. The Cecelia watched in horror as blood and bone splattered and cracked into nearby trees.
Kichiro jumped back, and landed behind her. He looked at her inquisitvely.
"Hiya kid. You look a bit familar. You want an apple?"
Race Watched the man as he pointlessly killed off the men. He walked up to the strange man, "Kochira, right?" He asked standing between him and the girl. "If you touch this inocent girl, I can guarantee you, no matter what you wear, my blade will split you in two." He looked at guenavyr, who came walking up beside, claws glowing with magical power. He spoke in the ancient language again, and guenavyr stood her ground.
"Tell me, did you spill their blood, and soil the land for, one, damned, fruit!" He looked at the man, and and waked up to him, so that their noses were almost touching. "Now tell me, did you kill those dogs too?" Race asked him, taking a step back as to be so vulnerable. "You may wear spirit armour, whatever that may be, but this blade is enchanted by the high preistess of the wood elves. And though she may lay dead now, its power still remains." Race would not enjoy a fight with a human whom killed for fun. But, if it where to come to that, then it must.
Then for no aparent reason, "Oh yeah, my name is Race, and if you wish, I will be your guardian, and watch over you. I will explain later." He turned back to Kochira. "Now, draw your blade if you are guilty."
"Tell me, did you spill their blood, and soil the land for, one, damned, fruit!" He looked at the man, and and waked up to him, so that their noses were almost touching. "Now tell me, did you kill those dogs too?" Race asked him, taking a step back as to be so vulnerable. "You may wear spirit armour, whatever that may be, but this blade is enchanted by the high preistess of the wood elves. And though she may lay dead now, its power still remains." Race would not enjoy a fight with a human whom killed for fun. But, if it where to come to that, then it must.
Then for no aparent reason, "Oh yeah, my name is Race, and if you wish, I will be your guardian, and watch over you. I will explain later." He turned back to Kochira. "Now, draw your blade if you are guilty."
Cecelia, traumatized by everything couldn't move. She just watched in horror as dead bodies lied in front of her, and blood spilling from her bodies. She didn't know what to think, she wanted to run away, but, Race said he'd look after her. Even So this knew guy, Kichiro Ochi, killed her family. What if he defeated Race? What if he found out who she was?
He always had frayed with her family. Causing trouble, just for fun. Killing farm animals, stealing our fruit. He thought it was okay because it was 'his' land. But it certainly wasn't. He was just a spoiled brat who got everything he wanted when he was a child. Then when her father caught him and turned him in...he escaped and slaughtered her family.
Memories of her past began to flood back. Staring into the eyes of her killer. She wanted revenge! After all that she as suffered and he can just kill something over something so petty, she knew what she would do before she would die. She was determined to get revenge!
He always had frayed with her family. Causing trouble, just for fun. Killing farm animals, stealing our fruit. He thought it was okay because it was 'his' land. But it certainly wasn't. He was just a spoiled brat who got everything he wanted when he was a child. Then when her father caught him and turned him in...he escaped and slaughtered her family.
Memories of her past began to flood back. Staring into the eyes of her killer. She wanted revenge! After all that she as suffered and he can just kill something over something so petty, she knew what she would do before she would die. She was determined to get revenge!
OOC ~ Gah! I'm sorry I didn't respond eariler. I was sick all weekend.
Ayame sighed and put her hand on Cecelia's shoulder. Leaning in, she whispered softly in the girl's ear. "Shhh, child. Bestill thy fears. Race will not lose, when the time comes for a fight. Now come, will you lead me away from the scent of this spilled blood?"
Taking gentle and slow steps as not to cause the girl any fear, ayame lead her towards the clean smell of the lake. With a soft sigh of happiness, Ayame sat down and patted the ground next to her.
Ayame sighed and put her hand on Cecelia's shoulder. Leaning in, she whispered softly in the girl's ear. "Shhh, child. Bestill thy fears. Race will not lose, when the time comes for a fight. Now come, will you lead me away from the scent of this spilled blood?"
Taking gentle and slow steps as not to cause the girl any fear, ayame lead her towards the clean smell of the lake. With a soft sigh of happiness, Ayame sat down and patted the ground next to her.
{OOC: sry computer problems so I could not really respond over the weekend.}
Hamina watched Ayame and Cecilia walk over to the lake. As soon as they made it there she turned her attentions back to the problem at hand.She joined Race and she then started to chant a spell in her.
"Erk na der leviat pi noi toh has dew nert uy!"
Water started comeing out of the lake and slowly made its way to Hamina's sword.Once it got there it started to flow around her sword to what seemed like an aura.After that she looked at Kochira and spoke once more.
"Yes draw your sword and when you do you will face your conciquences."
Hamina watched Ayame and Cecilia walk over to the lake. As soon as they made it there she turned her attentions back to the problem at hand.She joined Race and she then started to chant a spell in her.
"Erk na der leviat pi noi toh has dew nert uy!"
Water started comeing out of the lake and slowly made its way to Hamina's sword.Once it got there it started to flow around her sword to what seemed like an aura.After that she looked at Kochira and spoke once more.
"Yes draw your sword and when you do you will face your conciquences."
OOC: Kichiro is so misunderstood. Oh well, that's how people react.
IC:
"Draw you sword coward!"
Kichiro looked up.
"Hmm?"
The elf had his sword drawn. Kichiro sighed.
"I'm not here to hurt any of you. I don't fight those who don't bother me."
The elf looked a bit puzzled. Kichiro disappeared. They looked around for him. He hung by the legs from the tree above him.
"So your name is Race? And this is Cecelia?"
He dropped down.
"Please allow me to introduce myself in a more proper manner. My name is Kichiro Ochi, wanted S-Criminal."
He drew his sword, causing the group to tense. He looked at them puzzled.
"You still think I'm going to kill you?"
The Elf called Race spoke.
"Yes! Your a serial killer!"
Kichiro sighed, and stuck the sword into the ground.
"Perhaps you need to think about what I did for you three. Those men would have harmed you. I saved you."
Race shook his head.
"We could have done this without spilling needless blood!"
Kichiro sighed.
"Those men were grunts of a mercenary group. Katsuro. They raid, kill, rape, and all that bad stuff. But most importantly, they are determined. One way or the other, someone would have died. Most likely them. Even though I killed them, I saved your concious."
He turned to the lake. Race jumped in front of him. Kichiro looked at him.
"I must see the girl."
Race gripped his sword tighter.
"You won't get near her murder!"
Kichiro was up next to him in a blink of an eye.
"My quarrel is not with you elf. But if you do not move, I will make you."
Race pushed against him. Kichiro grinned.
"So you made your choice. Time to move"
He grabbed Race's sword and arm, throwing the sword back into an sturdy tree, and flinging Race to the side. He turned to the Race, who was in considerable pain.
"Don't try to move. Even as an Elf, you're not nearly strong enough to take on an S-Criminal. You don't have the power I have."
He started walked towards the lake.
"Cecillia. I will not harm you."
He sat down next to her. She moved away. Kichiro sighed.
"Your father died a few years ago. Please undestand this. I did not kill him."
She looked at him angry and confused.
"Of course you did! I saw your sword! Your face!"
Kichiro shook his head.
"I might be considered a murder, but I am not. Only those who are marked for death, or oppose me die. And even then, I let those who oppose me live. I did with your father."
Kichiro called his sword over. It flew into his hand.
"This is Lord Kazuki. While it is a blade of great power, it is vulnerable to spirits. I did not know this at the time I found it. I did not kill your father. Your father was marked for death by the Gods, and my Lord Kazuki was the executioner. That's why I wear spirit armor. Because it let's me keep control as long as the impulse is not too strong."
He got up again.
"Everyone thought I was the demon of the village. I was accused of theft, killing livestock, harrasing people, and other things. But I didn't. All I did was eat the fruit on the trees that grew around the Village. Nothing else."
He put the sword in his holder.
"And now I'm looking for those who did do that. Who brought me dishonor. And who gave me this blade."
He appeared near Race, who was still on the ground. He held out his hand.
"Here. Let me help you up."
Race grabbed his hand, and Kichiro pulled him up from the ground. He turned to speak.
"I would like to travel with you."
IC:
"Draw you sword coward!"
Kichiro looked up.
"Hmm?"
The elf had his sword drawn. Kichiro sighed.
"I'm not here to hurt any of you. I don't fight those who don't bother me."
The elf looked a bit puzzled. Kichiro disappeared. They looked around for him. He hung by the legs from the tree above him.
"So your name is Race? And this is Cecelia?"
He dropped down.
"Please allow me to introduce myself in a more proper manner. My name is Kichiro Ochi, wanted S-Criminal."
He drew his sword, causing the group to tense. He looked at them puzzled.
"You still think I'm going to kill you?"
The Elf called Race spoke.
"Yes! Your a serial killer!"
Kichiro sighed, and stuck the sword into the ground.
"Perhaps you need to think about what I did for you three. Those men would have harmed you. I saved you."
Race shook his head.
"We could have done this without spilling needless blood!"
Kichiro sighed.
"Those men were grunts of a mercenary group. Katsuro. They raid, kill, rape, and all that bad stuff. But most importantly, they are determined. One way or the other, someone would have died. Most likely them. Even though I killed them, I saved your concious."
He turned to the lake. Race jumped in front of him. Kichiro looked at him.
"I must see the girl."
Race gripped his sword tighter.
"You won't get near her murder!"
Kichiro was up next to him in a blink of an eye.
"My quarrel is not with you elf. But if you do not move, I will make you."
Race pushed against him. Kichiro grinned.
"So you made your choice. Time to move"
He grabbed Race's sword and arm, throwing the sword back into an sturdy tree, and flinging Race to the side. He turned to the Race, who was in considerable pain.
"Don't try to move. Even as an Elf, you're not nearly strong enough to take on an S-Criminal. You don't have the power I have."
He started walked towards the lake.
"Cecillia. I will not harm you."
He sat down next to her. She moved away. Kichiro sighed.
"Your father died a few years ago. Please undestand this. I did not kill him."
She looked at him angry and confused.
"Of course you did! I saw your sword! Your face!"
Kichiro shook his head.
"I might be considered a murder, but I am not. Only those who are marked for death, or oppose me die. And even then, I let those who oppose me live. I did with your father."
Kichiro called his sword over. It flew into his hand.
"This is Lord Kazuki. While it is a blade of great power, it is vulnerable to spirits. I did not know this at the time I found it. I did not kill your father. Your father was marked for death by the Gods, and my Lord Kazuki was the executioner. That's why I wear spirit armor. Because it let's me keep control as long as the impulse is not too strong."
He got up again.
"Everyone thought I was the demon of the village. I was accused of theft, killing livestock, harrasing people, and other things. But I didn't. All I did was eat the fruit on the trees that grew around the Village. Nothing else."
He put the sword in his holder.
"And now I'm looking for those who did do that. Who brought me dishonor. And who gave me this blade."
He appeared near Race, who was still on the ground. He held out his hand.
"Here. Let me help you up."
Race grabbed his hand, and Kichiro pulled him up from the ground. He turned to speak.
"I would like to travel with you."
ooc: Not to be offencive, but people not try to control my character please. race would have followed Kichiro, and watched him closely, and though i forgot to put on the chary sheet, race is 1 third demon, and drow elf. so his abilities have quite the range. he can use all three of their abilities quite well.
IC: Race stood up. "So, you wish to join, sorry I lost my temper at you, though, I will watch you closely." Race walked to the tree, and pulled his blade from the tree. "So, Cecilla, the reason why I offered to be your guardian, follow me, so that I may explain." They walked a ways into the woods.
"Cecilla, I, myself, am also an orphan. I lost all of my family, when me and Guenavyr where out in the woods. A huge war party of drows and their allies attacked my home. Not a single person was left alive." A single tear stroled down Races' face. "That is why I offedred to be your guardian. I know the pain you feel. I know the hate you feel. Though, I know not any fear, that is where anyone outdo me in experiance."
"Think on that, now, let us return." They headed back to the lake where the others where. Race walked up to Kichira, and whispered in his ear, "If you even think of hurting a single person here, or anyone who doesn't deserve pain, I will show you a pain that you will never forget." Taking a step back, Race held out his hand, "Till then though, freinds?"
IC: Race stood up. "So, you wish to join, sorry I lost my temper at you, though, I will watch you closely." Race walked to the tree, and pulled his blade from the tree. "So, Cecilla, the reason why I offered to be your guardian, follow me, so that I may explain." They walked a ways into the woods.
"Cecilla, I, myself, am also an orphan. I lost all of my family, when me and Guenavyr where out in the woods. A huge war party of drows and their allies attacked my home. Not a single person was left alive." A single tear stroled down Races' face. "That is why I offedred to be your guardian. I know the pain you feel. I know the hate you feel. Though, I know not any fear, that is where anyone outdo me in experiance."
"Think on that, now, let us return." They headed back to the lake where the others where. Race walked up to Kichira, and whispered in his ear, "If you even think of hurting a single person here, or anyone who doesn't deserve pain, I will show you a pain that you will never forget." Taking a step back, Race held out his hand, "Till then though, freinds?"
{OOC: Ok please if the person says it is alright then you can control other people's characters please do not use them with out permission from the characters owner.....}
Hamina stood there looking dumb founded not knowing what to say. She had her sword in her hand and nothing was going on. She sighed the sheathed her sword and started to look around at the dead men and she watched Race and Cecilia walk off in to the woods. She then turned to the lake where she say Ayame still sitting. She smiled to herself and walked back over to the large rock she sat on before. She then hoped on the rock and pulled out her flute again and began to play the same soft tune as she did earlier that day.
{OOC:Sry its kinda short but i got to get to class.}
Hamina stood there looking dumb founded not knowing what to say. She had her sword in her hand and nothing was going on. She sighed the sheathed her sword and started to look around at the dead men and she watched Race and Cecilia walk off in to the woods. She then turned to the lake where she say Ayame still sitting. She smiled to herself and walked back over to the large rock she sat on before. She then hoped on the rock and pulled out her flute again and began to play the same soft tune as she did earlier that day.
{OOC:Sry its kinda short but i got to get to class.}
OOC: My apologies. I just needed someone to do some small conversations, otherwise it would have been a monologue. By the way, anyone I'm traveling with has permission to use KICHIRO (that's right, get the name correct), but please do his personality correctly. I'll tell you if it came across to bad.
And I allowed to use Race and Cecelia, since we are traveling together?
IC:
Kichiro took his hand.
"Friends."
He disappeared again. The group looked around for him. He was by another tree, filling his bag with apples. He hummed to himself. Jumping down from the trees, he landed infront of Race and Cecelia.
"Well, I'm ready to go whenever you are. Lead the way Lord Pointy Ears."
He heard a twang. He drew hiw sword, and stopped the arrow with the broad side of the blade. Race drew his sword, and prepared to defend Cecelia. Kichiro turned to him. He took his bag off, and handed it to Race.
"This is the time where I must fight. Whoever shot that is filled with murderous intent."
He bit his finger. A drop of blood came out. He used it to paint symbols onto his blade.
"Lord Kazuki! Show your true form!"
The blade changed from the normal sized Katana into a much more massive one, roughly the size of a steel paddle. The majority of the blade was jet black, but the edge was a clean, bluish silver. Intricate designs decorated the edge.
"Race, Cecelia. I am afraid that I must kill whoever is here."
Race was prepared to protest. Kichiro stopped him.
"I know. But this is another S-Criminal. You see this arrow? The design comes only from one man. Misurgi Hizu."
Kichiro stopped threw more arrows. Even with the gigantic blade, he still retained his speed.
"Misurgi Hizu is especially dangerous. He's killed far more people than I have. And he seems to have a deep rooted hatred for elves."
Race was about to speak again. Kichiro continued, not pausing long enough.
"You won't be able to defeat him. Even with that fancy blade of yours, you won't be able to touch him once. Among convicts, he's a legend. I wasn't aware that they let him out. I suppose that they'll kill him if they capture him, so I might as well finish him off. What you need to do, is stay back. This is a fight beyond your capabilities, especially when you have to defend an untrained girl."
He turned towards the direction of the arrows.
"Karuska Mizo!"
He slashed the air with his blade, causing thousands of cuts to appear in the trunks. Over a hundred arrows came from another direction. Kichiro smiled.
"Found you!"
He jumped over the arrows, repelled off a tree, and repeated his wind attack. He arrived on an empty branch.
"Damn. He should have been here.....wait. Whats this? Blood?"
A splatter of blood had been sprayed against the tree.
"I hit him. But where is he....now....Cecelia!"
Kichiro moved as fast as he can. Misurgi was just about to strike the pair. Kichiro hit him in the stomach with his blade. Misurgi was sent flying into a tree.
"Race, Cecelia, I want you to move. Cecelia's the target. Get to a safe place. Now!"
Kichiro didn't wait for them to move. He drew another bloodline on his blade. It began to glow.
"BASAGI!"
The glow concentrated into the tip, and then fired straight into Misurgi. Kichiro walked over to the hole where he had once been.
"Damn. He dodged it."
He heard and explosion, and felt thousands of arrows hit him.
"Damn it! They went through my Soul Armor. It absorbed most of the energy, but I'm still hurt bad. Damn him, he's good."
Kichiro flexed, and sent all the remaining arrows out of his flesh. The wounds began to close almost instantly. He looked around.
"I'll need to use my full speed for this...."
Kichiro waited for another arrow. He moved faster than a blink. The last thing Misurgi felt was a steel blade pierce his stomach. Misurgi smiled, and held up a bomb. He spoke his last words.
"We will...kill...her...."
The massive explosion sent Kichiro smashing into a tree. His heard a crack. Coughing into his hand, he gasped. It was bloody.
"Damn...It cracked my Soul Armor....One of those two should have some medical skill...."
He walked over to where they were sitting, and collapsed. He spoke before passing into unconcious.
"He's dead....your safe...."
His vision turned black, and the sword turned back into it's normal form.
And I allowed to use Race and Cecelia, since we are traveling together?
IC:
Kichiro took his hand.
"Friends."
He disappeared again. The group looked around for him. He was by another tree, filling his bag with apples. He hummed to himself. Jumping down from the trees, he landed infront of Race and Cecelia.
"Well, I'm ready to go whenever you are. Lead the way Lord Pointy Ears."
He heard a twang. He drew hiw sword, and stopped the arrow with the broad side of the blade. Race drew his sword, and prepared to defend Cecelia. Kichiro turned to him. He took his bag off, and handed it to Race.
"This is the time where I must fight. Whoever shot that is filled with murderous intent."
He bit his finger. A drop of blood came out. He used it to paint symbols onto his blade.
"Lord Kazuki! Show your true form!"
The blade changed from the normal sized Katana into a much more massive one, roughly the size of a steel paddle. The majority of the blade was jet black, but the edge was a clean, bluish silver. Intricate designs decorated the edge.
"Race, Cecelia. I am afraid that I must kill whoever is here."
Race was prepared to protest. Kichiro stopped him.
"I know. But this is another S-Criminal. You see this arrow? The design comes only from one man. Misurgi Hizu."
Kichiro stopped threw more arrows. Even with the gigantic blade, he still retained his speed.
"Misurgi Hizu is especially dangerous. He's killed far more people than I have. And he seems to have a deep rooted hatred for elves."
Race was about to speak again. Kichiro continued, not pausing long enough.
"You won't be able to defeat him. Even with that fancy blade of yours, you won't be able to touch him once. Among convicts, he's a legend. I wasn't aware that they let him out. I suppose that they'll kill him if they capture him, so I might as well finish him off. What you need to do, is stay back. This is a fight beyond your capabilities, especially when you have to defend an untrained girl."
He turned towards the direction of the arrows.
"Karuska Mizo!"
He slashed the air with his blade, causing thousands of cuts to appear in the trunks. Over a hundred arrows came from another direction. Kichiro smiled.
"Found you!"
He jumped over the arrows, repelled off a tree, and repeated his wind attack. He arrived on an empty branch.
"Damn. He should have been here.....wait. Whats this? Blood?"
A splatter of blood had been sprayed against the tree.
"I hit him. But where is he....now....Cecelia!"
Kichiro moved as fast as he can. Misurgi was just about to strike the pair. Kichiro hit him in the stomach with his blade. Misurgi was sent flying into a tree.
"Race, Cecelia, I want you to move. Cecelia's the target. Get to a safe place. Now!"
Kichiro didn't wait for them to move. He drew another bloodline on his blade. It began to glow.
"BASAGI!"
The glow concentrated into the tip, and then fired straight into Misurgi. Kichiro walked over to the hole where he had once been.
"Damn. He dodged it."
He heard and explosion, and felt thousands of arrows hit him.
"Damn it! They went through my Soul Armor. It absorbed most of the energy, but I'm still hurt bad. Damn him, he's good."
Kichiro flexed, and sent all the remaining arrows out of his flesh. The wounds began to close almost instantly. He looked around.
"I'll need to use my full speed for this...."
Kichiro waited for another arrow. He moved faster than a blink. The last thing Misurgi felt was a steel blade pierce his stomach. Misurgi smiled, and held up a bomb. He spoke his last words.
"We will...kill...her...."
The massive explosion sent Kichiro smashing into a tree. His heard a crack. Coughing into his hand, he gasped. It was bloody.
"Damn...It cracked my Soul Armor....One of those two should have some medical skill...."
He walked over to where they were sitting, and collapsed. He spoke before passing into unconcious.
"He's dead....your safe...."
His vision turned black, and the sword turned back into it's normal form.
"Damned fool," Race said picking up the unconcious body, "I know where we can find some herbs in this forest to take of him, that and my nature magic should help to repare his spirit armour, if not, my DROW magic will." He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then placed Kichiro on Guenavyrs' back. Race began to meditate, entering Kichiros' mind.
Race looked around the curious place, this mans imagination, was almost peaceful. Race cared not. He quickly found Kichiro, "You know, if you where to listen, you know I have with me drow magic, and demon strength, plus the speed of the wood elf. I am more than a match for you. But that is not why I am here."
Kichiro looked at him curiously, an apple hanging out of his mouth, "mph,"
"Take the damned apple out of your mouth," Race stood there, then asked, "Is you spirit armor designed by drows, oh what the hell am I asking that for." Race took a big wiff, "Yep, thats Drow spirit armor. I can smell their magic anywhere."
Kichiro nodded his head. "Yes, this is drow made armor, why do you ask?"
Race stood there for a second. Then, "Because I am one third drow, and I possess the magic to fix it. I hope."
Race was roused by Cecelia. "Yes, how may help you." Race asked as he stood up, and pulled out his harp, begining to play an odd tune that gave off a magic aura. He began to chant something in the wood elf language, until Kichiro began to wake up. "I can not completely cure you, unless I have the proper herbs, but now, unless you want to leave you armor broken, chant with me." Race changed the song he was playing, and began to chant along with the sound, in an ancient drow language, tought to him by his father. The Drow High preist. Which, in drow society, was a great honor, him being male and all.
ooc: yes you can use race, but remember, he is very understanding, stuborn, and protective. especialy over Cecelia, now that he feels it his duty as an orphan, to an orphan, to give her family.
Race looked around the curious place, this mans imagination, was almost peaceful. Race cared not. He quickly found Kichiro, "You know, if you where to listen, you know I have with me drow magic, and demon strength, plus the speed of the wood elf. I am more than a match for you. But that is not why I am here."
Kichiro looked at him curiously, an apple hanging out of his mouth, "mph,"
"Take the damned apple out of your mouth," Race stood there, then asked, "Is you spirit armor designed by drows, oh what the hell am I asking that for." Race took a big wiff, "Yep, thats Drow spirit armor. I can smell their magic anywhere."
Kichiro nodded his head. "Yes, this is drow made armor, why do you ask?"
Race stood there for a second. Then, "Because I am one third drow, and I possess the magic to fix it. I hope."
Race was roused by Cecelia. "Yes, how may help you." Race asked as he stood up, and pulled out his harp, begining to play an odd tune that gave off a magic aura. He began to chant something in the wood elf language, until Kichiro began to wake up. "I can not completely cure you, unless I have the proper herbs, but now, unless you want to leave you armor broken, chant with me." Race changed the song he was playing, and began to chant along with the sound, in an ancient drow language, tought to him by his father. The Drow High preist. Which, in drow society, was a great honor, him being male and all.
ooc: yes you can use race, but remember, he is very understanding, stuborn, and protective. especialy over Cecelia, now that he feels it his duty as an orphan, to an orphan, to give her family.
OOC: You all also have my permission to use Ayame as long as you do her personality correctly.
Ayame blinked, listening to the sounds of a fierce battle. Her ears perked slightly once the battle was apparently over. "I smell fresh blood," she called to the others - whom she knew were just across the clearing. "Who has fallen?" She stood easily and followed her eyes towards the sounds of soft chanting and heavy breathing. Ayame paused, just a few feet from her other companions and cocked her head to the side. "Who ever was fighting was hurt badly. Is there perhaps something I may do to help?"
Ayame blinked, listening to the sounds of a fierce battle. Her ears perked slightly once the battle was apparently over. "I smell fresh blood," she called to the others - whom she knew were just across the clearing. "Who has fallen?" She stood easily and followed her eyes towards the sounds of soft chanting and heavy breathing. Ayame paused, just a few feet from her other companions and cocked her head to the side. "Who ever was fighting was hurt badly. Is there perhaps something I may do to help?"
OOC: Okay, Cec, Kichiro's gonna start training your character, if that's okay. I'll let you post with your answer before I start.
IC:
Kichiro stopped chanting.
"It's fixed."
Race stopped as well with a sigh.
"So Kichiro, where did you get Drow Spirit Armor? It's not exactly something that you can by at a market."
Kichiro sat up. His wounds still hurt, causing him to grimace. He checked to make sure he wasn't bleeding to bad.
"Let's say I traded something for it."
Race looked at him curiosly.
"What exactly, did you trade?"
Kichiro smiled. His teeth has little bits of blood on them. He grimaced again. Three or four ribs must be broken. He would attend to that later.
"I traded a man's soul. Fitting isn't it? A soul for Spirit Armor."
Race looked alarmed. He drew his sword.
"You've delved into the black art of necromancy? That's forbidden! I should strike you down here!"
Kichiro shook his head.
"You presume to much. No, I didn't use necromancy, or any other forbidden magics. I don't use magic at all. Perhaps I should tell you the story."
Kichiro laid down again, resting his hurt ribs.
"Once, about three years ago, I was just starting on the path I'm on today. I had just been able to control Lord Kazuki, and was getting quite strong. It was then that I discovered that I had abilities that aren't normal."
He coughed a bit, then sighed.
"You could have seen that during the fight. I'm not a normal human. That's why I'm telling you, even with you being a third demon, that you won't be able to defeat me. Maybe as I am now, when I'm under control, but not when I'm fully unleashed. You see, I'm a channel for the Shinigame. I'm a Death God."
He grabbed an apple from his bag, and held it up to the sky, inspecting it.
"As one of the Death Gods, I am extraordinarily powerful, but being half Human, I'm still bound to this World, and all those needs. I do however, have a much longer life span, even more so than some Elves."
He put the apple down on top of the bag.
"You see, I had not discovered all of my powers, in fact, I still am. But one thing I can do now, is enter the Spirit World. You entered my mind while I was injured."
He looked at Race.
"For your own safety, don't do it again. You see, my mind is completely open to all Spirits. The souls of the people I have saved can take rest there. In a way, I'm sort of a carriage for the dead. One of those people is a Drow Elf."
He looked at the sky again, and put his arms behind his head. His ribs were starting to heal already.
"He had been murdered. By another S-Criminal. I found his Spirit wandering a pathway that I traveled. He said he was running from Demons. So I told him to stay close, and to make a long story short, I defeated the three Demons chasing him. He rewarded me by completing his last possible craft, weaving the Demons energies into this armor. He told me that to make it stronger, the unrighteous would have to be weaved into it as well. Since he could not be allowed into the Spirit Realm, for what reasons I don't know, he asked if he could stay in my mind. I said he could, and it started a tradition. Currently, a dozen souls take rest in my mind, those who can't yet pass into the Spirit Realm, but have been deemed good. It makes my mind quite peaceful actually."
He sat up again. His ribs had almost finished healing.
"Where is Cecelia?"
Race looked at him questioningly.
"Why?"
Kichiro stood up. He pulled out a roll of bandages from his bag, and removed the top half of his robes. His body was covered in intricate scars, the marks of an S-Criminal. He began to bandage his wounds
"That man's last words, were that they would kill the girl. I assume that this is about Cecelia, but I don't know why. I want to train her."
Race looked somewhat hurt. He stood up as well.
"I could easily train her! I'm an Elf! My race is skilled in combat!"
Kichiro looked at him, and smiled a bit.
"I admire you enthusiasm, but I need to be her main teacher. She doesn't know the basics of combat, and while you can teach her other arts, I have some skills that are necessary for survival. I can sense most people around me, if they aren't hiding. Like that thief hiding in the bushes, waiting to jump out and take my bag."
He drew his sword, and slashed the wind. He heard a small cry, and a teenager jumped from the bushes, a red mark across his bare chest. Kichiro disappeared, and appeared again infront of the boy. He held a plump bag, and a short sword, with an engraved hilt.
"Here. Take these. I give them to you freely. Stealing is dishonorable, but you're a poor boy. You have much suffering in your soul. Take this gold, and feed your family. Take the sword, and train with it. When you hold it, you will know what to do."
He walked slowly back to Race.
"This awareness only comes to a few people, and I can tell that you either don't have it, or it isn't developed. Even those without this gift can use it somewhat, and that's what she needs. If I'm away, and you're ambushed by two or more S-Criminals, unless you get far stronger than you are now, you won't survive. But if she can become strong enough, you two can buy enough time to escape, and then set up a defense while you wait for me to come back."
Cecelia appeared from the bushes, with the herbs. She almost dropped them to see Kichiro standing. Kichiro smiled.
"Cecelia. Would you like to learn how to defend yourself from men like that one?"
IC:
Kichiro stopped chanting.
"It's fixed."
Race stopped as well with a sigh.
"So Kichiro, where did you get Drow Spirit Armor? It's not exactly something that you can by at a market."
Kichiro sat up. His wounds still hurt, causing him to grimace. He checked to make sure he wasn't bleeding to bad.
"Let's say I traded something for it."
Race looked at him curiosly.
"What exactly, did you trade?"
Kichiro smiled. His teeth has little bits of blood on them. He grimaced again. Three or four ribs must be broken. He would attend to that later.
"I traded a man's soul. Fitting isn't it? A soul for Spirit Armor."
Race looked alarmed. He drew his sword.
"You've delved into the black art of necromancy? That's forbidden! I should strike you down here!"
Kichiro shook his head.
"You presume to much. No, I didn't use necromancy, or any other forbidden magics. I don't use magic at all. Perhaps I should tell you the story."
Kichiro laid down again, resting his hurt ribs.
"Once, about three years ago, I was just starting on the path I'm on today. I had just been able to control Lord Kazuki, and was getting quite strong. It was then that I discovered that I had abilities that aren't normal."
He coughed a bit, then sighed.
"You could have seen that during the fight. I'm not a normal human. That's why I'm telling you, even with you being a third demon, that you won't be able to defeat me. Maybe as I am now, when I'm under control, but not when I'm fully unleashed. You see, I'm a channel for the Shinigame. I'm a Death God."
He grabbed an apple from his bag, and held it up to the sky, inspecting it.
"As one of the Death Gods, I am extraordinarily powerful, but being half Human, I'm still bound to this World, and all those needs. I do however, have a much longer life span, even more so than some Elves."
He put the apple down on top of the bag.
"You see, I had not discovered all of my powers, in fact, I still am. But one thing I can do now, is enter the Spirit World. You entered my mind while I was injured."
He looked at Race.
"For your own safety, don't do it again. You see, my mind is completely open to all Spirits. The souls of the people I have saved can take rest there. In a way, I'm sort of a carriage for the dead. One of those people is a Drow Elf."
He looked at the sky again, and put his arms behind his head. His ribs were starting to heal already.
"He had been murdered. By another S-Criminal. I found his Spirit wandering a pathway that I traveled. He said he was running from Demons. So I told him to stay close, and to make a long story short, I defeated the three Demons chasing him. He rewarded me by completing his last possible craft, weaving the Demons energies into this armor. He told me that to make it stronger, the unrighteous would have to be weaved into it as well. Since he could not be allowed into the Spirit Realm, for what reasons I don't know, he asked if he could stay in my mind. I said he could, and it started a tradition. Currently, a dozen souls take rest in my mind, those who can't yet pass into the Spirit Realm, but have been deemed good. It makes my mind quite peaceful actually."
He sat up again. His ribs had almost finished healing.
"Where is Cecelia?"
Race looked at him questioningly.
"Why?"
Kichiro stood up. He pulled out a roll of bandages from his bag, and removed the top half of his robes. His body was covered in intricate scars, the marks of an S-Criminal. He began to bandage his wounds
"That man's last words, were that they would kill the girl. I assume that this is about Cecelia, but I don't know why. I want to train her."
Race looked somewhat hurt. He stood up as well.
"I could easily train her! I'm an Elf! My race is skilled in combat!"
Kichiro looked at him, and smiled a bit.
"I admire you enthusiasm, but I need to be her main teacher. She doesn't know the basics of combat, and while you can teach her other arts, I have some skills that are necessary for survival. I can sense most people around me, if they aren't hiding. Like that thief hiding in the bushes, waiting to jump out and take my bag."
He drew his sword, and slashed the wind. He heard a small cry, and a teenager jumped from the bushes, a red mark across his bare chest. Kichiro disappeared, and appeared again infront of the boy. He held a plump bag, and a short sword, with an engraved hilt.
"Here. Take these. I give them to you freely. Stealing is dishonorable, but you're a poor boy. You have much suffering in your soul. Take this gold, and feed your family. Take the sword, and train with it. When you hold it, you will know what to do."
He walked slowly back to Race.
"This awareness only comes to a few people, and I can tell that you either don't have it, or it isn't developed. Even those without this gift can use it somewhat, and that's what she needs. If I'm away, and you're ambushed by two or more S-Criminals, unless you get far stronger than you are now, you won't survive. But if she can become strong enough, you two can buy enough time to escape, and then set up a defense while you wait for me to come back."
Cecelia appeared from the bushes, with the herbs. She almost dropped them to see Kichiro standing. Kichiro smiled.
"Cecelia. Would you like to learn how to defend yourself from men like that one?"
Race stood up behind Kichiro, "If only the fool understood the power of the storm demons, also known as the great gods of thunder." Race walked up to kichiro, and grabbed his shoulder. "Kichiro, I want to fight with you, go full out, I will show what I am capabble of, I do this for my honor, but that is not all, a demonstration against me, will show Cecelia how you do your certain moves, and then, we shall spar when you need to demonstrate certain moves to her. It is realy quite a simple idea. And it may just work. Oh, and a shinigami is simply a demi-god of death, just as the demons of storms, are of, well, storms."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Kichiro asked, a curious look on his face.
"Positive," Race said, drawing his blade, as his form began to molt to that of a dark blue haired, gray skinned demon. His sword took the shape of a lighting bolt, and his gauntlets molded to his skin. However, the silk remained unharmed. He took up his balde, and took one swing, the trees behind Kichi ro shatered, and he was thrown to his feet, however, Cecelia remained un harmed. "Bring it on, Kichiro, show me the power of the Shinigami!"
Guenavyr walked up to Cecelia, who hoped on her back, and Guenavyr took her to asafe distance.
ooc: Part of drow magic is necromancy, which is what he used to fixed your armor, though, you can't nknow that yet.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Kichiro asked, a curious look on his face.
"Positive," Race said, drawing his blade, as his form began to molt to that of a dark blue haired, gray skinned demon. His sword took the shape of a lighting bolt, and his gauntlets molded to his skin. However, the silk remained unharmed. He took up his balde, and took one swing, the trees behind Kichi ro shatered, and he was thrown to his feet, however, Cecelia remained un harmed. "Bring it on, Kichiro, show me the power of the Shinigami!"
Guenavyr walked up to Cecelia, who hoped on her back, and Guenavyr took her to asafe distance.
ooc: Part of drow magic is necromancy, which is what he used to fixed your armor, though, you can't nknow that yet.
{OOC: Its ok just try to ask first.}
Hamina quickly turned when she heard the sound of battle in the forest. She quickly put her flute away and jumped up to where she saw Ayame. Slowly she walked over to her and looked around. Then she caught the scent of blood.
"Race! Cecilia! you guys ok?!...........".
She looked at Ayame curiously as she cocked her head. She then noticed that she was sencing something. She slowly moved her head in the derection that Ayame blind eyes were looking in. She noticed a gleaming light a little ways in the forest.
" Perhaps from a sword?"
Hamina slowly took Ayames hand and they both headed for the forest.
Hamina quickly turned when she heard the sound of battle in the forest. She quickly put her flute away and jumped up to where she saw Ayame. Slowly she walked over to her and looked around. Then she caught the scent of blood.
"Race! Cecilia! you guys ok?!...........".
She looked at Ayame curiously as she cocked her head. She then noticed that she was sencing something. She slowly moved her head in the derection that Ayame blind eyes were looking in. She noticed a gleaming light a little ways in the forest.
" Perhaps from a sword?"
Hamina slowly took Ayames hand and they both headed for the forest.
OOC: No offense Neki, but Kichiro will crush your character. Fast. Your guy is only 1/3 Demon. If you want to drag this out into a long fight, then you'll have to invent some new way to do it, cause this will be over soon.
IC:
Kichiro sighed. He drew his blade.
"Race, swallow your pride for a second."
Kichiro watched as Race's Demon Form held the blade at ready. The ground was cracked with power. Kichiro sighed again.
"So be it. I will fight you. But if you can use your special form, I can use mine."
He took off the bandages, and bit his thumb again. He drew several symbols on his stomach. Those around him heard crackling as his spirit armor retreated into his Soul. The symbols dissolved into a seal, which made the flesh under it glow faintly with a white light. The seal's effects spread throughout his body, including his hair. Everything it touched turned white, until it finally reached the blade. It was transformed into a Scythe, bound to his arm with a chain. Runes where inscribed into the blade. The seal stopped spreading after it had completely coverd him. The final transformation ended with the letters for Life and Death appearing on his forehead.
"This is what I was talking about. A mere part Demon can't hold out against the power I have."
He turned to Cecelia. He smiled.
"I'm sorry that you cannot answer yet. I will end this quickly."
He turned back towards Race. As he walked towards him, the grass under his foot died.
"Race. I must warn you know, that I will hold to your challenge to the fullest. I will go all out, and if you force me to, I will kill you."
He drew the Scythe off his shoulder, and planted it in the ground. His voice became a low whisper.
"Right now, there is no seperation between me and Lord Kazuki. When we are one, I achieve powers that you never could accomplish as a full Demon. While I am only a Demi-God, Lord Kazuki is the God of Death. That is the true reason why I'm an S-Class rather than an A-Class. Because I channel Gods."
He lifted the Scythe out of the ground. Marking a line by Race's feet, he walked a few meters back, and marked another line.
"Until the match starts, you will not pass this line! Now take your position!"
Both men took their fighting stances. Kichiro sighed again.
"I am sorry Race."
They both started at the same time, knowing that it had started without hearing it. Kichiro didn't raise his Scythe to block. Race struck out at his stomach. Kichiro smiled, and twisted to the side. Race gathered electricity on his sword, and sent a bolt at Kichiro.
"Is that all Race?"
Kichiro caught the bolt straight in the chest. He slumped over, causing Race to smile with satisfaction. He blinked, and found Kichiro missing.
"Now it's my turn!"
Kichiro caught his left leg with the end of the Scythe, and landed a punch on Race's kidneys, sending him flying into the air. Kichiro launched himself up as well. Something blue caught his eye.
"Damn. He's using a sword as a defense!"
Kichiro raised his Scythe to block it, only to find another blue streak coming at him. Kichiro smiled.
"You're good Race. If you had more power, you might prove a match for me!"
He kicked off Race's spine, sending himself flying towards the Earth. Swinging the Scythe around, he threw it like a grappling hook, and wrapped Race in the chain. He saw electricity come down the chain.
"I'm not grounded Race, it won't even hurt me."
Kichiro pulled to chain downwards, sending Race hurling into the ground. He suddenly felt a violent shock.
"Of course! He was waiting for me to do that so I would be grounded through him!"
He let go of the chain, and drew claws from his hands. It was time to end this. Landing on both his feet, he faced Race.
"You're good. I'll give you that. But you're panting. Stop wasting energy. Now I will end this."
Kichiro disappeared, moving faster than light. Race looked around in confusion, only to be hit from behind. He felt blades scrape his skin, but no blood came out. Pretty soon he was covered in these. He fell to his knees. Kichiro stopped moving directly infront of him, sending a wave of dirt crashing into trees.
"Race, I told you, you are much to weak to fight me. It's over. If you continue to fight, you will die."
OOC: Neki, I'm sorry but, for your story, Race cannot win to Kichiro. If it get's to the point (which I know it will), where Kichiro is about to die, he becomes a full Death God, and kills everyone. So, yeah.
IC:
Kichiro sighed. He drew his blade.
"Race, swallow your pride for a second."
Kichiro watched as Race's Demon Form held the blade at ready. The ground was cracked with power. Kichiro sighed again.
"So be it. I will fight you. But if you can use your special form, I can use mine."
He took off the bandages, and bit his thumb again. He drew several symbols on his stomach. Those around him heard crackling as his spirit armor retreated into his Soul. The symbols dissolved into a seal, which made the flesh under it glow faintly with a white light. The seal's effects spread throughout his body, including his hair. Everything it touched turned white, until it finally reached the blade. It was transformed into a Scythe, bound to his arm with a chain. Runes where inscribed into the blade. The seal stopped spreading after it had completely coverd him. The final transformation ended with the letters for Life and Death appearing on his forehead.
"This is what I was talking about. A mere part Demon can't hold out against the power I have."
He turned to Cecelia. He smiled.
"I'm sorry that you cannot answer yet. I will end this quickly."
He turned back towards Race. As he walked towards him, the grass under his foot died.
"Race. I must warn you know, that I will hold to your challenge to the fullest. I will go all out, and if you force me to, I will kill you."
He drew the Scythe off his shoulder, and planted it in the ground. His voice became a low whisper.
"Right now, there is no seperation between me and Lord Kazuki. When we are one, I achieve powers that you never could accomplish as a full Demon. While I am only a Demi-God, Lord Kazuki is the God of Death. That is the true reason why I'm an S-Class rather than an A-Class. Because I channel Gods."
He lifted the Scythe out of the ground. Marking a line by Race's feet, he walked a few meters back, and marked another line.
"Until the match starts, you will not pass this line! Now take your position!"
Both men took their fighting stances. Kichiro sighed again.
"I am sorry Race."
They both started at the same time, knowing that it had started without hearing it. Kichiro didn't raise his Scythe to block. Race struck out at his stomach. Kichiro smiled, and twisted to the side. Race gathered electricity on his sword, and sent a bolt at Kichiro.
"Is that all Race?"
Kichiro caught the bolt straight in the chest. He slumped over, causing Race to smile with satisfaction. He blinked, and found Kichiro missing.
"Now it's my turn!"
Kichiro caught his left leg with the end of the Scythe, and landed a punch on Race's kidneys, sending him flying into the air. Kichiro launched himself up as well. Something blue caught his eye.
"Damn. He's using a sword as a defense!"
Kichiro raised his Scythe to block it, only to find another blue streak coming at him. Kichiro smiled.
"You're good Race. If you had more power, you might prove a match for me!"
He kicked off Race's spine, sending himself flying towards the Earth. Swinging the Scythe around, he threw it like a grappling hook, and wrapped Race in the chain. He saw electricity come down the chain.
"I'm not grounded Race, it won't even hurt me."
Kichiro pulled to chain downwards, sending Race hurling into the ground. He suddenly felt a violent shock.
"Of course! He was waiting for me to do that so I would be grounded through him!"
He let go of the chain, and drew claws from his hands. It was time to end this. Landing on both his feet, he faced Race.
"You're good. I'll give you that. But you're panting. Stop wasting energy. Now I will end this."
Kichiro disappeared, moving faster than light. Race looked around in confusion, only to be hit from behind. He felt blades scrape his skin, but no blood came out. Pretty soon he was covered in these. He fell to his knees. Kichiro stopped moving directly infront of him, sending a wave of dirt crashing into trees.
"Race, I told you, you are much to weak to fight me. It's over. If you continue to fight, you will die."
OOC: Neki, I'm sorry but, for your story, Race cannot win to Kichiro. If it get's to the point (which I know it will), where Kichiro is about to die, he becomes a full Death God, and kills everyone. So, yeah.
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