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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:18 pm
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((Fallen Phoenix))
Benkei Thorinagano's eyes were closed and he was seated cross legged on the deck of the ship that the Fallen Phoenix had hijacked to get to Australia to look for this Tempanus Wiki book object that was supposed to give a bunch of answers and leverage to make the world right. His hands were relaxed on on his knees, and he appeared to be completely still. The nineteen year old Japanese boy was doing a combination of a breathing and mental exercise. It was habit out of his usual martial arts training. He was concentrated, but not enough that he wouldn't notice the things around him. He heard John walk by and make the comment about phoenixes, but Benkei didn't respond at all. --------------------- ((UNS ))
Will DeScythe stood on a balcony of the hotel the UNS members were staying, looking out at the scenery with a smirk on his face. Che, you little b*****d. Who gave you permission to die? Come back to me. It had been a year, and he still hadn't gotten over Che's death. It was all too fishy too him, and what was said didn't seem logical or possible to him. On top of that, all evidence on the particular site had been conveniently destroyed by a freak lightning bolt, a “gift” from someone he could place a name on. It just didn't seem possible that a f*cking kid, a toddler named Lucien with some brains but not enough power had killed Che, and Will refused to believe it. It had been a year since then, and Will still hadn’t gotten over it. Something about the whole situation bothered him, and there was no way in heaven or hell he'd allow anyone to know or even suspect that he felt that way. He laughed, as if he found some inside joke particularly amusing, and left the balcony, to take a walk and potentially harass some of the UNS members, as if he didn't already.
((Edited out where he was headed, in case someone needs a character to run into.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:48 pm
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"These people. These people aren't like the ones we used to fight back in the olden centuries." Timothy noted grimly. "They're strong, but as you well know, we're stronger. Far stronger, far smarter and far faster." He folded his arms somewhat haugtily, but his unchanging glare almost perfectly hid his slight cockiness. If it weren't for his simper, he may have gotten away with a somewhat humble claim of superiority. "For now, we wait, but when The Phoenixes his shore, we go." He could hide that fact that he too was as excited Ember was.
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"Yes, it is better than floating in nothingness. Che would work up a sweat while using that deck. It wasn't plesant in those denim confines." Moli quipped as he waved his hand before his nose for comical reasons. "Woo. I swear. Now...since we're in the Down Undah," he mimicked, "what should we do first? Or is it all up to you Dante? The way I see it, The U.N.S doesn't know where to look and I doubt they've even started. Knowing the egghead, he'll try to kill us first and eat our brains before he goes on a bookhunt."
"As an egghead, he'd look for a book first." Roulin contradicts as he folds his glasses and slides them into the v-shaped conjuction of his coat. His purple eyes finally saw some form of unfiltered light and for a few seconds, it seered. "That much I'm certain. He'll send General Grievous after us, then take a few people to look for the book. You've been in that card to long Moli. Your deductive skills are slipping." Azula spoke and Roulin tried to chime in edgewise, but couldn't. "We're the busiest group Azula. Trust me. When we're being shot at, we work really hard not to get shot." The sunlight didn't help Roulin's already crabby dispostition. "I like soy sauce, but in my fried rice. Anything else, bleh."
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:59 pm
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((Fallen Phoenix - Ah, I was going to wait for Haka to post before having Benkei leave... or should I not do that? I have to get off soon anyway, so just ghost him off if you need to move the story along.))
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((UNS. Might be waiting for certain people for these two, so I'll just post intro posts for these now.))
Armand Orion Parr sat in a chair at the hotel busy tinkering with some random contraption that had malfunctioned without his help. The red head had a smile on his face and was humming some distant song, something random such as “Zipadee doo dah.” He hadn’t been this way when he got back to the States the year before.
When he returned to the States from Europe after being teleported to the site of his original home in France, he had been shocked to find that Che had passed away and been killed by Lucien. He had blurted a phrase at the TV in the airport, “Lucy, what in God’s name are you doing? Does killing really solve anything?” because it didn’t seem possible for Che to get killed by one big lightning bolt. It was ironic really. He had seen Laharl alive, and next thing that happened was that Che was lost. He never did ever find out what exactly happened to either of them. He had also found out he was on the same flight as Anya unintentionally when he saw a leg that blatantly stood out in its makeshift cast and tried to help her with his science knowledge.
Suffice to say, Armand wasn’t entirely happy to see that Lucien had somehow become the new UNS leader. The problem was that the UNS had been most of his life, and it wasn’t just an organization that you could simply leave. Armand remained in the hopes that Lucien was capable of an attitude change as Che had been, but he wasn’t sure how long that would take and if Lucien would even try.
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Amaya Lee yawned as she sat in the lobby reading a magazine. She had missed the party of Tara and Kira. However, she didn't really feel comfortable around Kira anyway. Kira was weird, really weird. The shy black haired Asian girl smiled with a blush as she remembered that she had brought a photo of her father, Sung Lee, and herself in her wallet. He lived closer to her now, and it had been nice to have been able to seen him again. He had met Itachi too, so he knew him too.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:44 pm
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