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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 2:45 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 10:39 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 5:14 pm
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Kal[sypher] Jaeger
⇣ ✧ _| Konin | R [O] G U E | Suiton : Doton | AC 73,700 | ✧ ⇣
⇣ ✧ _| Ninjutsu : Elemental Dual Wielder | Sensor : Resolution | Bloodline: Mokuton | ✧ ⇣ ⇣ ✧ _| Chakra 1140 | Stamina 145 | ✧ ⇣
Finding a quiet and small but not too smelly spot off the streets proper, Kalsypher knelt in the shadows. His silence was partly because his lips had started to stick together and he had no desire or actual will to open them. It also didn't matter. On his way here, people had backed away from him, the smell of death and the dark red/brown of his hair marking him as an unnatural occurrence. He knew he wasn't really, that this place was filled with dangerous and angry people. But it seemed that he gave off a feeling that kept people at bay. Crouched now, Kalsypher examined his nails. Cracked and broken, filled with dirt and blood and stained black by the waters from Kiri. He flexed one hand, cracking the skin and watching the pebbles of blood rise up along the spots. Glancing up as someone passed too close, his eyes caught the gaze of the passerby. Flinching back, the person quickened their walk and moved on, letting him remain crouched in the shadows.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2015 1:21 pm
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 8:18 pm
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 10:04 pm
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 8:23 pm
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 8:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 3:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2017 5:04 am
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▬▬▬▬▬┤|Houou Senju|├▬~D-Rank~~Rogue~~Eiseijutsu~~Bloodline~Chak:: 325/420 Stam:: 190/190 Ryo: 9,130 AC:4,050Personal-Infamy:430Public-Infamy:100As Houou and his clone pressed forward through the crowded arrests of Sasagi, he and his clones stomachs roared uncontrollably. The journey had been difficult and the pancake he and his clone had carried was burdensome indeed. Then as if Houou's nightmares had poured into reality, he was face to face with a very familiar little girl. " Blood falcon!!" Houou yelled at the top of his lungs. He hand his clone began nervously scanning the area in search of that crazed madman Chet. Houou seemed to duck down low as if the crowd would hide him from being spotted, in reality this did nothing. Realizing that Chet was not around, Houou examined the young girl carefully. She was clutching her stomach and had the most devastating look on her face. Assuming that she would recognize his unique turtle mask, from their encounter in the land of water, Houou offered his assistance. " Young one, are you hungry by chance? I'm just on my way to a place that has great food. You should join me for a meal, my treat." Houou couldn't bring himself to leave such a young girl to starve in these streets. One day his kindness would be the death of him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2017 10:22 am
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"Eep!" "Blood Falcon" shrieked upon suddenly hearing that name called out so loudly. She turned to see who addressed her, it was almost impressive how she had become used to hearing that title as her own. Then again, the drunken man had called her that many a time in their short time together, so maybe it was just normal. However, when she looked for the perpetrator, Luna could see no one. Houou's duck had worked by virtue of Luna being so short compared to the rest of the crowd.
That was why when some unexpected weirdo popped out of the crowd with a turtle mask on his face, Luna shrieked again, "EEK!" but even louder than the last time. What she didn't recognize at first, that she had seen this man before, came to her quickly, but that didn't help circumstances all to much. Everything that had transpired during that event had, quite frankly, been traumatizing to her. Hiding behind a conveniently placed light post, Luna was visibly shivering as she stared at the still-freaky-after-being-remembered turtle mask. Luna remembered vaguely, and then her stomach growled, What was it her parents always told her? Don't accept candy from a stranger? Even Tsuki had taught her lessons along those very same lines. Ughuuuu. What a moral dilemma for a little girl to be in. Luna had only one compromise to them. Timidly, she asked, "Y-you're not going to drug me and kidnap me, right?... And there won't be any crazy fighting like last time?". For someone so obviously scared by her reactions, both physically and verbally, Luna's face was rather... unexpressive might be a fitting term? She had always found it difficult to show her emotions.
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