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Post by Sirus Gilren on Feb 1, 2010 1:15:13 GMT -5
"Well what would the clan of people be." Michael ripped a small part of his shirt and wrapped his left hand. "If it were just a sword of darkness, I have the remedy for it."
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Post by James Moriarty on Feb 7, 2010 9:48:20 GMT -5
"There were two clans, well three if you want to count the one as two clans combined into one. but any way, the clan that this sword has come from is the Haruno, the worst of the two. Of course, one would disagree with what I said, but I have lived longer then both clans have been around. Of course the Haruno clan has been gone for the three hundred yeas, but I stay in contact with the few remaining survivors of the other clan." Moka then looks hard at the sword that is in the ground. "Both clans were feared because they were used as keepers of the law, but each clan would have there own interpitations of the law, and because of that there was many wats fought, and many innocent people were killed in the cross fire."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Feb 7, 2010 11:15:48 GMT -5
"Well then Motoko, is there anything you want to do with the sword?" Michael already knew what he wanted to with it.
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Post by James Moriarty on Feb 9, 2010 15:46:33 GMT -5
"Only one way, and that is to find out who and and why the person is sticking around." She walks up to the sword, kneels down, and places one hand on the end of the hilt and palm open with her pointer finger just milimetes from her nose. and with mouthing a little prayer, she then stands up and backs away from the sword. A few seconds later, a very cute, young girl that looks to be in her late teens suddenly appears before them. "Hello, my name is Motoko. What is yours."
"The name is Sakura." The spirit then looks around at her suroundings "Where am I?" She ask then notices the other person. "And who are you?" She says in a snotty way.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Feb 9, 2010 16:48:43 GMT -5
"My name is Michael. Nice to meet you Miss Sakura. Oh and you are at my home right now." Michael sits down and finishes the final polish and sharpening of his knife. "Would you like something to drink?"
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Post by James Moriarty on Feb 13, 2010 10:27:21 GMT -5
"If you havn't noticed, i am a spirit, and we don't need things that help sustain life since we are already dead." The spirit looks around at her suroundings. "What a dump, wish I was back at my village."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Feb 14, 2010 10:50:17 GMT -5
"I know you are a spirit. I was just asking if you wanted anything. And if you don't like my home, by all means, you can leave." Michael took his newly sharpened knife and threw directly at the bullseye on his door hitting dead center on the bullseye. "Be right back." Michael went inside his house to pick up something.
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Post by James Moriarty on Feb 19, 2010 19:22:40 GMT -5
"Kind of the delicate type isn't he." Sakura then takes a really good look at Motoko. "You look familur, do I know you from sometime when I was alive?"
"More then likely, I have had many run ins with your clan of people, just about all of them were not pleasent."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Feb 19, 2010 23:15:26 GMT -5
Michael belted on his endless quiver of knives. He then put on a kevlar leather coat and kevlar waited gloves. "Now which ones? Ahh here we are." Michael took two Berettas off his shelf and placed them in holsters on his belt along with some special rounds. Finally Michael took his two broadswords and slung them diagonally on his back. "Done ooh can't forget this." Michael then stepped out of his house. "What goes on guys?"
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Post by James Moriarty on Feb 28, 2010 17:58:31 GMT -5
The two girls look at each other then start to snicker, the snickering then turns to giggles, the giggles to full blown laughter.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Mar 1, 2010 8:26:39 GMT -5
"These are my going out clothes. Laugh all you want, but I am heading to the store. I need to buy some food and supplies." Michael takes one more at himself. "However I do suppose this is overkill." Michael stabs his swords in the ground and then sets his quiver and kevlar leather coat down on the floor. What remains is his bible, guns, a shirt made from carbon nanotubes, pants and metal greaves. "Is this better then?"
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Post by James Moriarty on Mar 2, 2010 21:14:18 GMT -5
"A little, but what ever you do, don't take the blue pill or the red pill."
That got both girls giggling again
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Mar 3, 2010 10:34:23 GMT -5
"What are you talking about? What is the blue and red pill?" He thought for a moment. "If you guys want to make jokes about my clothes feel free to. I wear this stuff because the place I go to shop has a bit of violence attached to it."
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Post by James Moriarty on Mar 6, 2010 13:47:44 GMT -5
"I am sorry, but in todays world, that get up is way off normal. Some might even start to call you an Otaku for wearing things like that."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Mar 6, 2010 16:48:05 GMT -5
Michael looks down. "Alright, I'll change." Michael goes into the house and comes back out wearing a white teeshirt over the carbon nanotube shirt concealing it completely, black pants, and and metal greaves. He puts on his leather jacket. "This is the most normal look I could think of." Michael puts his guns back in into holsters on his belt. He sticks his bible in his coat pocket and takes out a sawed-off shotgun from a container in front of his house. "By the way, whats an Otaku?"
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