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| Spirits; A Shaman King RPG revival | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 24 2012, 12:26 AM (451 Views) | |
| Luffy1045 | Jul 24 2012, 12:26 AM Post #1 |
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I used to be in a Shaman King RPG before coming here. In an effort to rekindle with my old character, I decided to create brand new sets of adventures for him. Also, since I don't remember the names of the other people's characters, I'll just use their member names. |
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| Luffy1045 | Jul 24 2012, 04:09 PM Post #2 |
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Let the flan flow through you.
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OOC: Italic = thoughts; italic+bold = telepathic conversation; bold = speaking out loud July 23, 2012. Montreal, Québec, Canada. As the rain poured heavily from the heavens all the way to the earth, a lone figure walked down the Henri-Bourassa Boulevard. There was strangely nobody outside, which was odd, since this street was the busiest of all the city. Not even a single blue-white-yellow bus passed by. The lone figure, wearing a black hood and cloak, his face unseen, continued to walk forward, not slowing down or accelerating at all. As he continued to walk, another figure appeared, a few miles in front of the cloaked figure. This one, however, was not wearing any hoodies of sorts. His black, chin-length spiky yet wavy hair danced in the wind and the rain. He then smiled, and suddenly, the rain stopped in midair. The drops of water, suspended in midair, shone with a weird, blue glow. The cloaked figure stopped as well, contemplating the situation that had unfolded in front of him. Putting his hand near his waist, he pushed back the cloak part of his hood garment, reveal a sheathed jian. Unsheating it slowly, he started to speak. Zero, you can come out. The battle has already started. Oversoul into Shílì. Suddenly, next to him, the air distorted, refracting the light and revealing a robot-like angel of pure white color. Standing... no, floating next the cloaked figure, the angel sighed. Another battle? You've been really reckless, Soron... The cloaked figure smiled underneath his hood. He twirled his blade around, waiting for the angel to act. That Zephyr guy is probably one of the strongest opponents I've ever fought, and even if we are allies, I can't simply be satisfied with a tie... The angel sighed once more before his body glowed and shrank down into a hitodama ball of energy. With his hand, the figure took the ball and seemingly entered it into his sword. A sudden burst of energy erupted from the blade, before a cloak of white energy surrounded the blade part of the Jian. At its hilt, a huge ball of white light surrounded it, with large feathered wings materializing at each side of it. The other male named Zephyr saw this and leaped into the air, the droplets gathering around him. As he was about to land, he thrusted both his arms forward with a palm strike. All the droplets rushed towards the cloak figure. The cloak figure, not panicking, started to move in a manner that made him avoid every single drop fired at him. It was like he knew where they were going to hit or land, and he was moving accordingly. Zephyr wasn't surprised, but rather annoyed. Fumon Tonkou, huh? Not bad. He's gotten good since the last time we've fought... He then got into a battle position, his combat gloves glowing a mystic aura. The cloak figure walked until he arrived roughly five meters away from Zephyr and also got into a battle position, holding the blade with both hands. Taking slow and deep breaths, each warrior watched the other, waiting to see which one would move first, would make the first mistake. As they dashed towards one another, another figure appeared, practically out of thin air. He drew a short japanese sword, a wakizashi, slashing in the middle of the confrontation, in front of both fighters. The slash was so strong, it divided the road. It stopped both Zephyr and the masked figure from continuing the fight. The sword glowed with a rather soothing light blue aura. Soron Jiang and Zephyr... You two always cause some trouble. Could you guys wait until the Shaman Fight for this? ...Scorpstreet. |
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