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Post by Hash on Apr 25, 2013 21:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Leto Pheonix on Apr 25, 2013 21:20:16 GMT -5
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STATS HAN: 19, REI: 25, HAK: 17, SEI: 23, BUK: 15, HOH: 26 | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #333333;] ■STILL WITH HER BACK TURNED, Leto ignored the other two Sins. She knew what Vilof was trying to do. He wanted them to fight. But of course, there was no way he would get involved, if he could help it. And Mars, she was trying to make herself look smart by not attacking, although it was still quite obvious what would happen next. And it did. As she was walking away, she could smell smoke. Mars must have attacked Vilof already. It was a shame that Mars used the same element as Leto, for the most part. Any fire-based attacks that the Sin of Wrath sent her way would be rendered useless. Leto would see to that.
It was then that Leto heard the heavy footsteps. It wasn't the gait of someone who was simply walking, but someone who was running, probably weighed down by a weapon. Leto already knew what to expect. For a moment, it looked as if the blade of the axe would bury itself in Leto's shoulder. But at the last second, there was a blurred movement and the sound of clashing metal. Leto had turned to face Mars, and raised her left arm to the blade. It looked like a foolhardy move, but somehow, Leto didn't lose her arm. It was her Sinner’s Chain, wrapped all the way up her left arm and concealed under her sleeve that had blocked the axe. She could still feel the pressure of the swing ringing through the chains, but it didn’t bother her too much. She had worn this chain for centuries; she was used to it. Only an extreme crushing force could effect that arm now.
Leto hadn’t been expecting Mars to breathe fire at her right then, and with this close range, Leto didn’t have time to use Innotescendi to redirect it. However, she wasn’t at a loss. Just like she could have easily dodged Mars’ initial, clumsy attack, she could dodge this. The instant she saw the flames come from Mars’ mouth, Leto ducked, low enough that she touched the ground below her with her hands. Now she was in a crouching position below Mars as she was blowing fire right above Leto. She could feel the heat of the flames on her back, but it didn’t bother her. They were in Hell, after all.
Now inside the other Sin’s range, Leto was in a prime position to attack. She wasted no time in springing up towards her with the same speed she had used to dodge the flames. She curled her right hand into a fist and sent it flying at Mars’s chin, all the momentum from her little jump behind the punch. If the punch hit, it would likely send the other Sin flying up in the air. By only using raw speed and hand-to-hand combat instead of her powers, Leto was sending another message; that she didn’t consider Mars enough of a threat to do so. She was quite sure that she could handle Wrath this way; not even using weapons. Her body was the only weapon she needed.
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Post by nycISdelicious on Apr 25, 2013 23:25:57 GMT -5
I don't appreciate you having a dump on our site.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Apr 26, 2013 9:47:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-top: #111 solid 15px; border-left: #111 solid 15px; background: url(http://i70.servimg.com/u/f70/17/63/20/72/black_10.png); width: 300px;] 446 WORDS ICHIGO KUROSAKI I'M NOT SUPERMAN so I can't say anything big like I'll protect everyone on earth. I'm not a modest guy who will say it's enough if I can protect as many people as my two hands can handle either. I want to protect a mountain-load of people. FOR a moment, it almost looked like Sayuri would fall right over the edge of the bed, and Ichigo flinched, not knowing if he would be able to catch her in time if she did. He would catch hell from everyone if a patient was injured because he made her excited. They would all probably think that he was rude to her. That thought made him unconsciously move a little closer to the bed. Ichigo didn't say anything at first. He was quite shocked himself. He had never met anyone else who could see spirits like he could. It was a little much to take in. Sure, he had told Tatsuki that he could see them, but that was it. Everyone else just assumed that he was crazy when they saw him seemingly talking to thin air. He didn't really care about what everyone else thought, though. As long as he maintained his "image", which wasn't all that hard when people constantly picked fights with him. He turned his attention back to Sayuri. He had been about to say something in response; tell her that his situation was quite similar, but then her expression changed, and he knew that she was going to start talking again. With that look, there was no way he was about to interrupt her. His eyes widened the mention of the "monstrosity". He had never seen anything like that, before. Or at least, he didn't think so. He briefly wondered if it was a hallucination of some sort. It was plausible given the fact that she had been in a car accident, and probably hit her head. But he banished the thought. She sounded so scared, and described the scene as if she were there right now. Still though, the story seemed so out there. He wasn’t going to be sceptical about it in front of her, though. That would only upset her. Ichigo nearly jumped when she suddenly grabbed him. She sure was strong for someone who had looked half-dead only moments ago. For a couple seconds, Ichigo wondered what she was talking about. How was he supposed to know? But the names did ring a bell. He remembered them particularly because they were odd and unfamiliar; definitely a different nationality, like Ualas. He had heard his dad talking about them on the phone, just before he went into Sayuri's room and the screaming started. "They were admitted to Karakura General. I don't know what condition they're in, though." Ichigo said, not being able to find the words to sugar-coat it. At least they were alive, if anything. "So they're alive. D-don't cry!" Ichigo stammered. He hated seeing girls cry. HAN: 22 | REI: 24 | HAK: 16 | SEI: 13 | BUK: 17 | HOH: 18 |
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Post by Gray Fullbuster on Apr 26, 2013 9:51:43 GMT -5
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i'll do what i want | Every time he ran into this guy, he said something stupid. Gray was usually fairly laid-back and cool-tempered, but when it came to Natsu, that all disappeared. Natsu pissed him off like no one else could. That was why Gray had no inhibitions about fighting him. Usually the second they saw each one another, they were trying to beat the crap out of one another.
Right before they two had started fighting, Gray had unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the ground, staring darkly at Natsu as he did so. That shirt came off faster than anyone could have thought possible, and later on in the fight, his pants, and even his shoes quickly followed suit.
"Natsu, you flaming piece of shit!" he yelled loudly, throwing an ice-coated hand towards the other boy's face. Did Natsu seriously just call him a pervert again? It was like that was all he could come up with. Gray convinced himself that it was Natsu's stupidity that pissed him off so much, not the insults themselves. It had nothing to do with the fact that one used ice, and the other used fire, right? That would just be stupid.
He was caught off-guard by Natsu's punch. Before he could hit him, he was sent flying. For a second, he was worried. He should have hit something by now. Just how far had that dumbass sent him?! Then there was the distinct sound of breaking glass, and Gray went right through one of the windows of the Kurosaki clinic. He slid across the floor, getting a few cuts from the glass, but nothing serious. He was more dazed by his impact with the window and floor.
As soon as he heard Natsu's gloating voice, Gray jumped to his feet. He got right in Natsu's face, scowling at him ominously. If one looked closely enough, they'd be able to see that Gray was glowing with a slight, blue Reiatsu. "Asshole... look what you did!" he snarled. Then he started a little, seeming to just notice that they were now inside of someone else's home.
He turned away from Natsu for a moment, looking over at the other two in the room, both of whom were most likely left speechless. Not only had two people just flown straight through the window, interrupting what seemed to have been a moment of sorts, but somewhere in the mess, Gray had lost the rest of his clothing. Now, he stood before Ichigo and Sayuri, completely naked. When he finally noticed this, Gray's face changed to a bright shade of red, and he grabbed the nearest object -- a small lamp -- and used it to cover himself, yanking the cord out of the wall in the process.
For a moment, he didn't say anything, only staring back at the other two with wide eyes. He didn't know what to say. Was he going to get in trouble for this? Should he just jump back out the window and run away? Then again, running through the town naked was bound to get him some unwanted attention. When he finally did speak, he asked one of the strangest questions.
"H-hey... can I borrow some underwear?" no explanation, no apology, just that.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Apr 26, 2013 10:02:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] Katsuo was tensely waiting for Ezekiel to do or say something; he was ready to activate Absolution Guard on a moment’s notice. When the Visored lowered his hand, he felt a bit relieved, but that vanished when Ezekiel turned and started to glare at him. He didn’t know if it was just him, but it also felt like the Visored’s Reiatsu was stronger than before. It looked like something was going to happen, after all.
Katsuo had thought that they would be even now that he had given some information. Besides, a fight didn’t seem like a reward to him. He was going to say something about this, until he heard,
“I am Mount Everest compared to you, and they shall be Mount Olympus."
Katsuo’s features contorted into a menacing scowl. Oh no, that wasn’t going to fly. Was this guy really saying that to his face? Underestimating him that much? Even if Ezekiel was quite a bit stronger than Katsuo, he wasn’t going to take that. He hated when people looked down on him; it was one of the easiest ways to set him off. He growled under his breath, slowly raising his left hand towards Ezekiel. For a moment, it looked like he was going to launch an attack of some sort, until Katsuo pointed at the Visored, even glaring at him.
“Just who the hell do you think you are?!” he yelled, before he lowered his voice a bit. He didn’t want to attract any attention. “First you demand information from me, then threaten people that haven’t done anything, then you talk down to me?!” He lowered his hand and took a couple steps towards the Visored, raising his sword. “Don’t screw with me.” he snapped, before shifting his left foot forward slightly. He knew that this was just a spar, but since he was so outmatched, he wasn’t going to hold back much. Only enough so that he didn’t destroy anything.
Ezekiel hadn’t made a move yet, so Katsuo figured that he would take initiative. If nothing else, he was going to teach the Visored a lesson about underestimating people. Let’s go. With that, he suddenly jumped towards Ezekiel with his sword raised high above his head. Once he was within striking distance – about two feet – he swung the blade towards the Visored’s right shoulder. He didn’t exactly expect it to hit, but he had a plan for when he tried to counter. | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 120px; padding: 15px; background-color: 003366;] 10 HAN 06 REI 10 HAK 10 SEI 08 BUK 06 HOH |
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Post by Nero Blythe on Apr 26, 2013 18:59:39 GMT -5
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Post by Julius Altair on Apr 27, 2013 16:01:13 GMT -5
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Post by Hash on May 3, 2013 23:41:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=Valign, top] SEE THE LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES, SEE 'EM RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES [atrb=align, center] | [atrb=Valign, top] Katsuo was tensely waiting for Ezekiel to do or say something; he was ready to activate Absolution Guard on a moment’s notice. When the Visored lowered his hand, he felt a bit relieved, but that vanished when Ezekiel turned and started to glare at him. He didn’t know if it was just him, but it also felt like the Visored’s Reiatsu was stronger than before. It looked like something was going to happen, after all.
Katsuo had thought that they would be even now that he had given some information. Besides, a fight didn’t seem like a reward to him. He was going to say something about this, until he heard,
“I am Mount Everest compared to you, and they shall be Mount Olympus."
Katsuo’s features contorted into a menacing scowl. Oh no, that wasn’t going to fly. Was this guy really saying that to his face? Underestimating him that much? Even if Ezekiel was quite a bit stronger than Katsuo, he wasn’t going to take that. He hated when people looked down on him; it was one of the easiest ways to set him off. He growled under his breath, slowly raising his left hand towards Ezekiel. For a moment, it looked like he was going to launch an attack of some sort, until Katsuo pointed at the Visored, even glaring at him.
“Just who the hell do you think you are?!” he yelled, before he lowered his voice a bit. He didn’t want to attract any attention. “First you demand information from me, then threaten people that haven’t done anything, then you talk down to me?!” He lowered his hand and took a couple steps towards the Visored, raising his sword. “Don’t screw with me.” he snapped, before shifting his left foot forward slightly. He knew that this was just a spar, but since he was so outmatched, he wasn’t going to hold back much. Only enough so that he didn’t destroy anything.
Ezekiel hadn’t made a move yet, so Katsuo figured that he would take initiative. If nothing else, he was going to teach the Visored a lesson about underestimating people. Let’s go. With that, he suddenly jumped towards Ezekiel with his sword raised high above his head. Once he was within striking distance – about two feet – he swung the blade towards the Visored’s right shoulder. He didn’t exactly expect it to hit, but he had a plan for when he tried to counter.
han: 10 rei: 7 hak: 10 sei: 11 buk: 8 hoh: 7
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Post by Nero Blythe on May 8, 2013 15:53:46 GMT -5
man he never had a chance no one even knew it was really only you [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px;] Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.
The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. HAN; REI; HAK; SEI; BUK; HOH; TEMPLATE BY OXYMORON OF BACK TO NEVERLAND |
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Post by Shiro Tsukioka on May 11, 2013 14:43:43 GMT -5
lay it on the line han: 6 rei: 6 hak: 6 sei: 8 buk: 7 hoh: 6 Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc quis dolor mi. Donec neque dolor, fringilla ut iaculis eget, vehicula nec nunc. Morbi quis massa ligula, eget sodales quam. Donec massa erat, commodo eget rutrum vel, lacinia vel mi. Sed imperdiet sodales vulputate. Nulla facilisi. Maecenas placerat, enim sed sagittis consectetur, orci dui placerat elit, id volutpat tellus est non magna. Quisque iaculis sagittis enim eget viverra. Quisque ligula sapien, dictum nec tempus ut, dignissim viverra velit. Vestibulum fermentum dapibus tincidunt. Vivamus tempus orci nec arcu pellentesque ut dapibus purus interdum. Ut pulvinar est eu ipsum ornare fringilla.
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Post by Julius Aristide on Jun 1, 2013 20:44:36 GMT -5
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❞ THINGS. THE LEAVES AND FREQUENCIES, LOST BETWEEN GRASS AND SPLENDID EVENINGS, EMITTING THIS IS THE ROOM WHERE WE ALWAYS DREAMED OF |
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Ash Blythe
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all these words I don't just say
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Post by Ash Blythe on Jun 17, 2013 14:58:25 GMT -5
man he never had a chance no one even knew it was really only you [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px;] Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.
The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. HAN;9 REI;6 HAK;9 SEI;5 BUK;7 HOH;9 TEMPLATE BY OXYMORON OF BACK TO NEVERLAND |
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Post by Gray Fullbuster on Jun 20, 2013 8:24:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; ,bTable] | [atrb=valign,bottom] i don't know what tomorrow brings, that's why i live and laugh in the present | | Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nulla ullamcorper condimentum varius. Etiam vel consectetur est. Curabitur sollicitudin gravida turpis, et tempor ipsum convallis ut. In a augue eu orci rutrum auctor. Quisque viverra tincidunt congue. Morbi iaculis ultricies euismod. In lobortis elit id nisl vulputate ac lobortis nisl sodales. Nam sit amet felis quis lectus tincidunt suscipit vitae at nisi. Aliquam lacus eros, laoreet eget aliquet at, dictum eu erat. In egestas elit vitae elit mollis a dictum dui tristique. Nullam mollis posuere lorem, quis eleifend massa mattis vitae. Donec vel odio tellus, sit amet suscipit lacus. Integer blandit convallis justo nec convallis. Fusce lacinia, nisl id tristique laoreet, nisi mauris vestibulum ligula, eu vestibulum lectus quam quis nulla. Praesent arcu metus, pharetra ac ultricies non, consequat a turpis. Vestibulum vitae dui erat. Proin accumsan sapien vitae quam luctus quis pulvinar ligula viverra. Nam quis ipsum turpis. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Morbi pellentesque tortor et tellus feugiat vel sodales nibh blandit. Nulla facilisi. Phasellus sagittis dictum semper. Pellentesque nec nulla est, non varius diam. Cras odio dolor, cursus ut rutrum ornare, sodales sit amet turpis. Aenean ante turpis, interdum at dignissim et, vulputate id dui. Curabitur tincidunt mi sit amet leo condimentum imperdiet. In consectetur volutpat justo nec euismod. Curabitur accumsan tempus facilisis. HAN; 8 | REI; 9 | HAK; 10 | SEI; 8 | BUK; 13 | HOH; 7 |
LAIKA OF BTN!
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Post by Hash on Jun 23, 2013 16:14:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Looping the belt line, I don't care if I'm constantly on the move. Boys and girls must be unrivaled during the warring era, in the floating world. Thousands of cherry trees dissolve into the night. Not even your voice will reach. This is a banquet inside a steel jail cell. Look down on us from your guillotine.
The whole world is shrouded in hellish darkness. Not even a lamenting song is audible. With your raygun, shoot out the azure sky and the far distance.
Hundreds of fights will give one the appearance of an officer. The courtesans are going here and there on a parade for their regular guests. Everyone, assemble here now. It's a march of the saints. One! Two! Three! Four! Thousands of cherry trees dissolve into the night. Not even your voice will reach.
Thousands of cherry trees dissolve into the night. You will sing, and I will dance. Thousands of cherry trees dissolve into the night. Not even your voice will reach. This is a banquet inside a steel jail cell, so shoot randomly and ceaselessly with your raygun.This is a banquet inside a steel jail cell. Look down on us from your guillotine.
The whole world is shrouded in hellish darkness. Not even a lamenting song is audible. With your raygun, shoot out the azure sky and the far distance.
Hundreds of fights will give one the appearance of an officer. The courtesans are going here and there on a parade for their regular guests. Everyone, assemble here now. It's a march of the saints. One! Two! Three! Four! Thousands of cherry trees dissolve into the night. Not even your voice will reach.
credit: konya❊ | [atrb=valign,top] ICE CAN EVEN STOP THE TIME OF LIFE ITSELF
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