Fire Lilly

((OOC: Oh! Nice garden! Lots of trees give it that outdoor feel REALLY well. As for your pond... Well, at least you tried! Your excuse should be, "It hasn't rained in 8 years, your water pipes are broken, and even if you fixed them, you over did your water bill from last month, which still has to be paid and you are unable to find an alternate money source." *Gasps.*

One thing that you COULD do is exchange your 'gym' for the classroom you deleted. Other then that, it's one of the best bases I've ever seen! ))

Just as Yuri had finished bandaging the wound, Toru had asked her name. Before she could answer, Pyre had to be the good guy and rushed in to help. While yes, it was nice to see someone help another; he didn’t have to push Yuri out of the way in order to do so.

He had run in so fast that he didn’t see where he was going. So when he ran to Toru's side, he was running to take over Yuri’s position. Instead of Pyre stopping at the last second, Yuri had to jump backwards, which knocked her off balance.

Yuri stood. She let out a long sigh and slowly walked over to Toru. Thoughts ran through her head what her previous master told her many times.

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-Kindness leads to healing.-
-Anger leads to pain.-

-Mastering kindness can be your greatest weapon.-
-With it, you gain new allies.-
-Mastering anger is mastering death.-
-With it, everything you are and once had will degrade with time.-

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Yuri’s impassive face slowly exchanged for a smile. She ran the good things that had happened to her during the past years in her mind. She reminded herself that Pyre was at least being kind, even if he had a strange way of showing it.

She knelt be Toru once more, looking up to the wound she had just bandaged. What she saw took her breath away. She had seen these things before, from others heroes that she had met in China and in Paragon, but this was extraordinary.

A black flame materialized in Pyre’s hand. The dark energy slipped from the flame to Toru’s wound, pushing the skin cells to work over time, forcing them to reproduce at an incredible rate. The skin below the bandage had closed itself before her very eyes. Pyre had healed Toru using only his energy.

She always remained alone or with her master back in China. Seeing this up close was like going on her first mission, four years ago. It had been so long since she had been so excited, memories rushed back from when she was much younger.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. “Your powers…Do not let the sensei see you use them here… It is forbidden…” Toru whispered to Pyre. She was right; powers were not aloud in the Dojo. She had read this in the list of the Dojo’s rules, or Code of Conduct.

Yuri lifted a hand to Toru. “Let me help you.” She said calmly. “We can go to the infirmary.” Hopefully Toru would play along. That is, hoping the Dojo had an infirmary.

But Toru had to act quickly. If anyone saw Pyre’s powers, this would be the time to make them think it was a hoax or an illusion.

((OOC: Not bad! For a dark/dark defender... ))

((OOC Thanks for telling us your plan. ))

Toru had jumped out in front of the pebbles so quickly; Yuri didn’t even know she was still in the garden. The next part made her wince. The pebbles landed hard on Toru’s skin, forcing her to drop to the floor.

Yuri leapt from the tree, dropping a few feet from Toru. She ran close and knelt at Toru’s side. The size of the welt had again made her flinch. The pebbles had hit her in between the ribs on her right side, causing some slight bleeding.

“Let me help you.” She said to Toru. She quickly unwrapped the grey cloth around her arm, then used it as a bandage for Toru, tying it around her midsection.

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((OOC: I hope I didn't control your character by doing that. If I need to, I'll edit.))

Yuri moved silently along the back wall and in the bushes, staying low so no one could see her. She found a tree somewhat close to the group of swordsmen. She ran to the tree without stepping on any leaves or twigs, then jumped up to the higher branches.

-Ping!-

A sudden sound rang through the garden. She pulled herself up quickly and gracefully, following the sound to its origin. When her eyes caught two pebbles flying toward the battle, she reached for her left pocket.

Yuri felt around for her left pocket, but could find it. She looked down, and then realized that this wasn’t the same outfit she used when fighting in Paragon. She had planned to throw two shuriken at the pebbles before they got too close, but that feeling sunk quickly.

If one of those pebbles were to hit a weak point, the fighter would be hurt or knocked out for a few days, and the speed of the pebbles were enough to prove it. Even if the caster didn’t know it, the pebbles could hurt someone, but her current position from the battle prevented her from moving.

While she was fast enough, now wasn’t the time to give herself away.

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((...From what I’ve read, all of you are really good with RPing. You guys aren’t new to this stuff, are ya?))

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((OOC: Did... Did you just call me 'really good'? I...I never received that type (Or any type.) of compliment before... I-I think I love... Err... I mean...

What I meant to say was, the only other thing I receive is a letter from...

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Um... I think I should leave...

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*Vanish.*

-Burning Fang

-I think I'll enter my second character early.- ))

Yuri began her spar, or was about to rather… Toru ran out the side of the room as soon as the sensei had turned his back. She was quite amazed that he hadn’t noticed her leave; the noise was faint, but clear. Of course, that may have just been her. Yuri's unusual ability to hear things was an invaluable skill needed for combat.

Her sparring partner began his first steps toward her, forcing her out of her thoughts and back into the match. Yuri didn’t know much, or really anything about Aikido (Alternate link.). Her specialty was in Taijutsu, studying Taihenjutsu, Jutaijutsu and some Dakentaijutsu, mostly in Koshijutsu.

This might have been a disadvantage to her, but then again, she was light on her feet and thought well in difficult situations. Depending on how her rival fought, she might be able to finish her spar and follow Toru before she got too far. Yes, this was her new goal.

Her opponent fought with unusual striking, throwing and joint locking attacks, but his attacks were slow and predictable. She caught on quickly, dodging most of the attacks and countering the others with Jutaijutsu. She had managed getting behind her opponent, attacking him with Koshijutsu that a nerve point, forcing the rival his knees.

Yuri’s open hand rushed to her foe’s neck, stopping millimeters before impact, similar to how Toru had done. She lifted the student up to his feet then gave a short, polite bow before running off down the hall silently. The student remained in the same position. He looked at Yuri while she ran off, slightly dazed and oblivious to what had just happened.

She didn’t know if the sensei had seen her, nor did she look back to find out. She basically followed the sound of clashing metal…

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((Hint hint Yeah I was going to bring one other person into this, but seeing as I haven't even posted what Quickshot's reaction is and Burning_Fang has enough characters to do his own forum RP, I'm not going to, so rest easy Element ))

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((OOC: Y'know, now that you've gotten used to all of these characters, and no new characters have been ‘introduced’ in the past month, you can enter your second character now! Plus, it is almost a good time to enter my last character.

Using Microsoft Word helps to hide the fact that I am a really bad writer, almost as if I wasn’t a newb. My first posts, in this RP, certainly showed how bad I was.

Due to my unusual work schedule, I might be going back to a smaller posting period. My *cough*evil*cough* boss just fired another hard worker at my job, forcing me to do a semi-double shift for a week or two. (Don’t ask...This is just extra info.) ))

((OOC: Great. Now I have TWO swordsmen I'll be worrying about, even if one of them is dark/dark defender... >_>

I'll be entering the dojo with my swordy as soon as the fight is almost over. ))

Lord Diov has spoken a lot in the past couple of days.

-Burning Fang

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Anyone wanna buy em?

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Are you serious?

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If so, sure! I'll take the whole freakin' lot! Also, what are these customizable clix of which you speak?

-Burning Fang

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My 3y3s....1t BURNS us.......

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I just realized I wrote this... What the heck was going through my head at the time? By the way, your art improves with every sketch you make, even if this thread is dead.

-Burning Fang

A young Chinese girl walked into the Dojo. She looked to be about the age of 16, her face beautiful, yet serious. She looked around at the immense detail and hard work put into the Dojo walls. The design was simple, but very well made.

As she walked down the hall, the light gleamed off her hazel martial arts robe; a plain golden belt was tied around her waist. She wore white Chinese styled pants with simple gold kung fu shoes. Her hair was neatly in a bun, tied with a black ribbon. She had wrapped a small grey cloth around her arms to add slight protection during battle.

The room opened up in front of her while she continued to walk gracefully to her first class. This was the first day in the Dojo, but she planned on making the best of it. Today would be the first day learning from a new master. A master that could teach her above and beyond the limits of her abilities.

She walked up the steps and bowed respectfully to the sensei. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to be late.” She said with a slight Chinese accent. She walked quickly to an empty spot on the practice mats.

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((OOC EDIT: Edited a few spelling and grammar mistakes.

OOC EDIT 2: I'm in your class Toru!

OOC EDIT 3: Oh, come on! I brushed my teeth this time! See? ---> ))

Falcon nodded and ran off to the spellweavers den.

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((OOC: Do I have to pretend like I'm having a conversation? Becase, to the reader, this is pretty self-explanitory. ))

((OOC: Ok, can I study Kyudo, or are the only things that can be taught in the Dojo are Kenjutsu, Battojutsu and Jujutsu? Also, is Ninjutsu prohibited in the Koryu? And is Taijutsu even a word?

Y'know, this is kinda fun! I love speaking in terms! Also, the correct web sight is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_martial_arts . (You put '.ort' instead of '.org'. ) ))

Night Protector was overcome by the cloud, fighting with her mind as she was plunged into a nightmare she would never forget.

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Paragon City, the largest hero gathering in the entire world, was now in front of Night. She stood under the Atlas Statue, a place where heroes gather daily to talk, team, relax, ect., ect.

For awhile, Night thought she was back at home. Heroes flew by; citizens were appearing every now and then to thank a hero or two. Once and awhile, a man would thank <Hero Name> for getting his purse back… Well, I’ve seen weirder.

The problems arose after that point. Small things, like that which just happened, began to take place. Heroes began to talk in jumbled sentences. Various people began walking through walls almost as if it were nothing. Ladies seemed to be battling for their purses from invisible attackers. (Sound familiar? )

After that, the problem took a giant leap. She heard an explosion behind her. She turned, watching as part of the Paragon City Hall’s roof collapsed on it. The people/heroes around them didn’t move. They seemed completely unaffected by the matter.

“Oh boy…” She said to herself, taking a few steps backward.

-Bump-

She felt a figure behind her. She turned by instinct of her etiquette behavior. Halfway into her apology, she noticed the features on the man behind her. About seven feet in length, barbaric choice of clothing, a cloth tied around his mouth, hopefully to protect others against bad breathe.

Recluse’s Fury, one of Arachnos’ top flunkies, stood before her. Behind the cloth, an evil grin flashed across his face. Not bothering to introduce himself, he swung forward into an attack.

Night back flipped, barely dodging the darkness infused attack. It was time to fight…

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Hazard turned around, falling backwards into a roll, barely dodging the attack. He walked backwards quickly, eyeing every one of Falcon’s moves. He then evaded Falcon’s next chain of attacks; sword styled uppercut, diagonal swings, lunges that missed by millimeters.

Falcon was fighting faster now. Hazard didn’t have the opportunity to counter, all he could do was dodge, block and dodge some more. Falcon could use this to his advantage. He could use some ninjutsu to catch Hazard off guard... Oh what’s the point? The cloud is going to be here in the matter of a few more seconds…

Falcon teleported himself behind Hazard, hitting him on the back of his head with the hilt of his sword. He smirked wickedly and shoved Hazard to the ground. “Enjoy!”

Hazard watched as Falcon disappeared into the cloud. He held the back of his head where he was hit, feeling the warm blood as it trickled down his wrist. And then the cloud… It slowly moved itself upon Hazard, surrounded him, forcing him into unconsciousness.

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Hazard found himself in a world of darkness. Well, slight darkness… It was more of a dark world with an bright ancient temple in front of him, surrounded by a lot of torches. The sky was starless; the fire of the torches being the only light in all the surrounded forest.

The rocks cast eerie shadows onto the landscape around him. Something was watching him. Or maybe, something was scrying him. He could tell something out there wanted him and him alone.

What better then to tango right into the temple with a lovely set of arrows in which he can puncture holes into his adversary? He smiled to himself at the thought. He took out his bow and fit an arrow neatly in it. He took his first steps toward the temple, the beginning of a great trial set before him.

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Falcon jumped from tree to tree within the cloud unaffected, an unusual force field surrounded him, keeping him from the harm of the cloud. When he was high enough, he set himself into position to teleport to Amedren.

-Vanish-

He reappeared about a half a mile from Amedren’s castle, then he teleported himself again, this time to the foot of the castle. He walked in and up to Amedren’s quarters. He opened the door, his hand on the hilt of the sword.

“Anything else I should do?”

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Burning Fang and Proto Zone raced against time to escape the cloud. They flew past the trees, dodging the large rocks, through the air at incredible speeds. The cloud continued getting lower, following them, acting as a timer of doom.

Almost there…

They flew around a small hill, flying so low as to almost get hit by the large roots that sprang up from the ground. Up, down, left, right, over, under, around, through the middle of trees and more trees. The forest seemed like an endless maze. “WHERE IS THE FREAKIN’ EXIT?!”

Almost…

A light, like the light at the end of a tunnel lay before them. They flew, faster and faster to their goal. The cloud continued getting lower, forced the two to fly inches from the ground.

3…

They dodged a few trees, now on a never ending sprint to the finish.

2…

They slipped under a very low branch, barely brushing the forest below them.

1…

The finish line after an exhausting race, just a few feet away… The cloud, millimeters above them.

Finish!

Fang dropped his flight, dropping into the bright snow in a roll. The cold felt good on his face, the sweat chilled instantly, dropping the temperature of the skin back to normal in seconds. His heart beat furiously in his chest. Fang was exhausted, yet was never so happy in his life.

“Hey, Proto. How does REAL snow feel to yah’?” He said with a chuckle, making snow angels at the same time.

No response.

“Proto?” He said a little bit louder, stopping his snow angel.

Silence.

Fang sat up and looked at the cloud stuck in the forest, no longer moving. About five feet from the forest lay Proto, also not moving. Fang got up and walked over to Proto. “Proto? Oh Proto Baggins… You have a ring to deliver!”

No reply, not even a move.

Fang fell to his knees and began to shake Proto’s arm. “Hey, Proto Rooter! Wake up! Come on, I won’t make fun of you anymore!” He wouldn’t answer nonetheless. Fang fell silent, suddenly overcome with grief. “What’s….Wrong?”

He took off Proto’s helmet to let him breathe. He had a pulse, and he breathed just fine. Maybe…Maybe he’s just tired from all the stress he’s been through. Yeah, that’s it…That has to be it.

Fang sat beside Proto. If he was asleep, he would wake up, meaning everything would be alright. But why did he feel so bad? Surely the others escaped, and they were probably as tired as Proto. Yes, they are all fine. Everyone is perfectly all right.

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Proto was thrown into an Arachnos cell. If he was right, he would be tortured in the morning, and tortured even more at night, then released to do more of Recluse’s deeds; after which, he would fail, and get beaten again.

Proto sighed and pulled himself up to the metal bed. He sat there, waiting for the moment he was released. Strangely enough, the previous moments in The World is Flat made him forget all about his last chance. He was simply waiting just to get out.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be getting out any time soon. From within the cell, Proto began having… Hallucinations… Except, these hallucinations were slightly more real…

The floor began to turn black. Small little spiders and scorpions began pouring out of the little cracks near the top of the cell. The door kept changing shape, from one material/design to another. The metal bed suddenly vanished from underneath him dropping him onto the black metal floor. As the spiders continued to draw closer, screeches of insects and the sounds of their legs tapping against the wall echoed through his mind.

Death was waiting on the other side of the cell, and it was high time Proto found a way to get far away from that encounter.

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Darkness made it out of the stair way, a vast army before him. He grinned slightly as he looked about his minions. If he was right, then he should continue counter-clockwise to his first target.

There are too many contestants, and the best way to get rid of those contestants, is to take out the main players of the world. His scrying showed Darkness a large world and the people in them. Shimmer and Amedren seemed to be the most powerful in the little playing field. Maybe he could form a treaty with one, but the other must fall.

Darkness stood still on a large tomb stone, facing his army. He spoke to them normally, yet his voice seemed to be carried for miles. “We will take the fight to the ‘leaders’ of this world. Follow me into this vast last. Let’s fight for this new world. Fight and I will unlock your true power. Fight and we will be the new order. Fight and I promise you will all get your former lives back!” He spoke in a clear demonic languege.

Demonic screams and cheers came from the dead When Darkness finished his short speach. Hundreds of thousands of undead warriors parted before Darkness Foretold and Servant. They walked through, ready to lead the soldiers to their new life, or a second death.

They marched forth to their first stop, the earth and sand region.

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((OOC: Ok, Elemental, you may now post. ))

((OOC: I'm guessing I should start getting to work on Part 2... Be back in a flash! *vanish*

-Burning Fang))

((OOC: Would you give me a definition of some of those fighting styles? And possibly a picture of what the Gi looks like? I'm not exactly... 'Well informed' for the lack of a better choice of words - about these types of things. I have two characters that I want in; I just need to be a little bit more prepared as to what I'm getting into.

-Burning Fang

PS. Your gym is very nice, even if it lacks real equipment. ))

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...he had killed Ghost Widow.

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((OOC: Personally, this is my new favorite line... ))

((OOC: Merina, eh? I like her! ))

((OOC: Thanks.... NOW GET THIS RP ROLLING!!!

I like to read and get some ideas of what the Ziggurat is like. Yet, if no one post, how am I supposed to continue my story?!

Your friendly little Fire blaster,
---Burning Fang))

((OOC: Wow. I completely forgot something was going on in the ice realm! Let me recap the things that are already in motion, needs time to be set in motion, things that have stopped all together.

The quests/fights/conversations in progress:

1.) The obvious forest battle:
--a.) Proto and Fang running from the cloud.
--b.) Falcon and Hazard fighting under the cloud.
--c.) Night is about to be hit by the cloud.
--d.) Velkon and 2.0 are battling in their dreams.
--e.) The Avatar's Feminine side is currently baking cookies in the realm of darkness.

The quests/fights/conversations that need some time before continuing:

1.) Shimmer's castle:
--a.) Lord H'Tead (Long live the name!) and Shimmer are making copies of their robots for no real reason other then world conquest.
2.) Amedren's castle:
--a.) Amedren is currently in 30 minutes of story time. To page this person, press #5 now...
3.) Darkness Foretold's army of darkness:
--a.) They are STILL going up the stairs. *rolls eyes*
4.) LordDiov's secret plan for world domination. Beginning with... *Dramatic entry* Shiny things that start with the lett- *gets dragged away*

The quests/fights/conversations that need a slight push to get rolling:

1.) The ice castle.
2.) I swear there was a zombie mastermind making a castle in the swamp region. I wonder where he went... *ponders*
3.) I think a certain dark/dark stalker was roming the wide open plains of the World is Flat earlier.
4.) My last character. (You thought I forgot about him? HA!)

That will be all.

-Cheers!
----Burning Fang ))

Burning and Proto continued to fly at high speed down through the forest. The cloud stretched on for what seemed like miles... No really, I think we hit 30 miles...45 miles ago. Atleast they were getting close. Very close...

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((OOC: Give me an hour before I continue with the Falcon/Hazard fight. Also, let me know when Night get's eaten by the zombie cloud. ))

Happy Birthday Personamorpher!