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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 12:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 2:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 3:34 pm
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Yumi walked through the forest quietly, her white kimono accenting her body perfectly, her soft white hair falling a bit past her shoulders. She held a white umbrella in her hands, keeping it open, and resting against her shoulder softly.
She walked quietly with her pet white tiger. They had been friends for a long time.
She raised her head and turned her head, noticing two boys running in her direction. She paused and turned her head, watching them come nearer. Her mouth opened slightly, as her soft delicate eyes blinked, sparkling i the light slightly.
"I wonder what they're doing...?"she asked noone in particular, with a soft voice. Her tiger responded with a light growl, deep in its throat.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 3:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 5:12 pm
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((Allright this next one is gonna be long... and more for everyone else to have to read than for Rp's sake... but i feel like writing..))
Zach passed the man as he stopped to talk to a girl who seemed to have tamed a siberian beast. The occupation of his conciousness lay ahead, in the museum rearing up before him.
He shifted the holster of his sword on his hip, and tossed his coat over a bench.
Unburdened by his previous attire he mounted the outside corner of the old building and began to make his way up the stonework. Halfway to the roof he stopped. With one gloved fist he smashed a payne of glass and redoubled his climb toward the roof.
Once on the roof he ran acroos it to the other end of the museum and looked down into a skylight. He stabbed his sword through a payne of glass, not cshattering it but cracking ti, and with the new handhold he lifted the door on the skylight window. Withdrawing his blade and resheathing it he drpped though onto the second floor.
hThe security if any remained in this god forsaken place was now distracted on the first floor at the other end of the musem. The artifact he was looking for in the medieval section... happened to be right near him.
he entered the medieval section, and was instantly dazzled by the oinsignia of his creed. The cross was everywhere... he the first atheist knight in a family of devouts was now to inherit the sword that was once emblazoned in the minds of all men of the order... he saw it in a glass display case.....
The crusader's sword...
It's blade stretched the length of a man's leg... It hilt was simple and set with a single ruby at the hilt's end. Its edge shone with a sarpness that could not be dulled by hundreds of years. Made from the purest of steels and forged for 6 days like the earth itself was so told to be... it was truly a sword for him....
He took his old sword and sliced open the case with a swift motion shattering the glass, and setting off the alarm. He set aside his old blade and took up his birth-right anew... it seemed to glow with anticipation of battle, like an unsatiable lust that remained unquenched since the 3rd crusade.
Embossed along the blade lay the two words that was smote in the blood of many.... "Infernum posteria"
It meant hell's end, and was born to slay sinners.
He smiled..."fitting" he said simply...
Zach shesthed his new blade and proceded to walk towards the front door. Security, then charged the corridor he was in. They dindnt stop for a fraction of a second between the word "stop" and firing shots.
He drew his sword and charged, filed with glory of old, and valour of his blood he felt invincible. A shot grazed his right shoulder but int the next instant he was among the men dancing a flurry of slashes and thrusts, and soon blood had strewn the gallery, and added a morbid taste to the art that lay upon the walls.
he walked out the front door, sword sheathed, and replaced his coat simply....
Dusting off his shoulder he passed by leon "Thanks freind" tipping his hat he snickered....
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 5:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 6:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 6:59 pm
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