Redemption

[size=1][color=#666666][INDENT]Neron watched the battle from the large, reinforced windows of the [i]Obsession?s[/i] bridge. There were bright flashes of light and thunderous shock waves as some of the enemy?s fire came into contact with the battleship?s shields. The doctor looked at the vacant captain?s seat. Where on earth was that boy? Isn?t he supposed to be the captain of this ship? Where was he in their time of greatest need? Two unidentified ships joined the fray, helping out the [i]Obsession[/i]. [b]? Who the heck are those two??[/b] Yuri commented from the piloting sphere of the battleship before jerking to the side to evade some oncoming missile fire. [b]? Are those the prisoners that were sent here in those transports before??[/b] Xerinth mentioned, checking the logs for the delivery papers. [b]? What are they doing out in the field??[/b] The doctor stroked his cheek thoughtfully, his grey eyes looking out at the battle before them. It seemed they were winning, but only just. If another enemy ship joined the fray, they would most certainly lose. Since the captain wasn?t around (Neron cursed the clumsy boy for disappearing at such a vital time), he decided that someone should temporarily take charge. It wasn?t in Neron?s best interest to take the captain?s place, but he seemed the only one not busy with the ongoing battle. [b]? Prisoners eh, go ahead and alert Lex and Axel to make sure both of those Volkers get a personal escort back to the Obsession after the field clears. We wouldn't want them trying to escape,?[/b] Neron aired the orders onto the private channels for the two mentioned before. He wondered if his decision was fair, and if it would have been what the clumsy boy would have done. It concerned him greatly that he would be the captain of this battleship. What exactly was the Rasm government thinking when they accepted him as the captain? After a few more tense moments, where the enemy came dangerously close to the [i]Obsession[/i], the battle was over. The ship had sustained medium damage, and the shields were down for the time being. Neron watched everyone as they all breathed a sigh of relief. It had been their first time in combat. They had only won, but just. Luckily, there was no human loss of life. Neron felt uneasy about having the responsibility of looking over the dead. However, he was glad he didn?t have to do anything this time around. Once all of the Volker fighters returned and disembarked, Neron made his way down to the hanger to see the two prisoners. He looked them over. One man, and one woman, and to his surprise, they seemed rather friendly with each other. They chatted away before seeing Neron approach them. The doctor looked rather imposing as he beckoned them to follow him to his office. They followed, thinking that this was some sort of interrogation. Once in the ward, Neron sat down in his chair, looking over his glasses at the two. [b]? I would like to first thank you for helping the [i]Obsession[/i] survive its first battle,?[/b] Neron started as the two sat down in front of him. [b]? But? you came aboard as prisoners, however, you don?t seem like you are dangerous. I want to know why you are prisoners? and what crimes you have committed.?[/b][/color][/size][/INDENT] OOC: BK and Sakura, explain to Neron your situation. Pilots: Your characters may have sustained injuries. If your character has, then see Neron. If not, try and socialise with the opposite gender please. Others: Follow the last instruction of the pilots above.

[INDENT][color=#CC3333][size=1]The woods were quiet. Sakura-sensei signaled to the two younger girls to spread out in a fan-formation. Each moved through the leafy growth of the trees with skilled silence. They were hunting someone ? someone that had been causing the nearby farming communities some grief. Mitsumi?s flaming red hair was hidden in her ninja garb. It would have been like a beacon of light if she had left it out. Her clear ocean-blue eyes scanned the growing darkness. The sun had set on their mission, and they had still yet to find their target. To her left was Sakura-sensei. Her green eyes looked keenly at her surroundings. Mitsumi felt honoured at having her led the team she was in. It was a great opportunity for the young Genin to grow and mature, if only she would take it. To her right was one of her Genin comrades, Midori. Like her, Midori was also a Genjutsu user, with some Water ninjutsu to add to her dexterity. She was a quiet girl at best, so the communication between the team members were lacking. A sudden rustle caused Mitsumi to freeze. She could hear voices from down below. Sakura-sensei halted them, making hand signals to communicate with the two Genins. The two younger girls nodded and made their moves around to surround the voices below them. Sakura-sensei was the most proficient in ninjutsu and taijutsu, so she had decided that it would be best to use the other two as back-up. Manoeuvring into place, Mitsumi looked down to see whom the voices belonged to. To her surprise, the ninja team had stumbled onto their target. He seemed to be organising a group of rogues to raid a nearby farmhouse for food and supplies. The young, red-haired girl felt a burning rage appear in her stomach as she listened to the man incriminate himself underneath them. Her necklaces slightly jingled as she moved into a better position. Sakura-sensei made the signal. Midori performed her [i]Kirigakure no Jutsu[/i] to create cover for Sakura-sensei. Mitsumi closed her eyes, performing a sequence of hand seals to summon her [i] Kokuangyo no Jutsu[/i] to bind their target so Sakura-sensei could get him easily without much trouble. Mitsumi concentrated to keep the jutsu going, all the while listening in to the commotion down below. Once the mist of Midori?s technique came in, the group started to get suspicious. However, the quick execution of the team?s battle strategy succeeded in hiding the abduction of their leader to the rest of the group. Sakura-sensei was down there and back in but a few moments. Midori tapped Mitsumi on the shoulder, releasing the jutsu. Mitsumi turned to their leader to see the man firmly bound and gagged. A relieved smile crossed her face. [center]===============================================[/center] The next day, Mitsumi had barely gotten herself dressed in her normal civilian clothes when she heard a slight thump outside on her balcony. She had returned to Konoha in the early hours of the morning and proceeded to sleep in late. A huge smile spread across her face as she whirled around to see Ichiro standing there, looking a little ruffled. She slid the door open and launched into his arms in a huge hug. [b]" Ichiro!"[/b] she squealed, now looking up at his sharp but boyish face. [b]" Hey! Not so hard!"[/b] Ichiro replied, feeling the wind being knocked out of him. [b]" Oh please, like you're that sensitive,"[/b] Mitsumi replied, sarcasm oozing from her voice. [b]" Heh, well in any case. How did it go?"[/b] the young man asked, returning the hug gently. Mitsumi knew if he did it any harder, he would squeeze the life from her. Mitsumi shrugged. [b]"Easy stuff, we got back late last night. It was a little awkward...that girl Midori was with us. She wasn't really all that talkative, so it was hard for us to communicate. Sakura-sensei seemed pretty confident in her though. We didn't really get much fighting time in though. It was all over really quickly,?[/b] the young girl explained as she ran back into her room, slipping on her sandals before going out to the balcony again, shutting the door behind her. To Ichiro?s surprise, Mitsumi leapt down from her balcony onto the dirt road. A big mischievous grin was on her lips as she looked back up at him. [b]"Hey! Hurry up or I'm gonna eat without you!"[/b] She could see the young man roll his eyes and leap down to her easily. They turned and headed towards the main part of town, to their local hangout ? the ramen house. The two talked all the way there. It was kind of strange for both of them. Neither were the talkative type, but with each other, they didn?t seem to draw breath. Once at the ramen house, Mitsumi and Ichiro sat down at their usual seat and ordered. Mitsumi, feeling particularly hungry, ordered a large bowl of chashu ramen, while Ichiro ordered the shoyu ramen. They continued their conversation, waiting for their ramen to be cooked. Ichiro was talking about his training with Neji-sensei. Mitsumi found it intriguing at how a taijutsu-based ninja trained. It was had always been a fascination of hers, because her taijutsu was never that strong. Their ramen was brought out to them. Mitsumi tucked in and ate ravenously. She could sense Ichiro was staring at her in disbelief. He didn?t realise how much food this small girl could consume when she was hungry. As they finished, Ichiro asked Mitsumi if she knew that Hidden Sand ninjas had been seen around Konoha lately. Mitsumi shook her head. She had been out on that mission for about three days, so any recent news was new to her. They left the shop and proceeded to walk down the centre street of Konoha. People were bustling everywhere. Stalls of fruit and vegetables were open, people buying and selling goods of their own craft, even a few weapon stalls had been opened up. Mitsumi was about to approach one of the stall owners about a set of senbon when she noticed Mai run up her in a puff. [b]? Mai??[/b] Mitsumi asked, blinking in a confused manner. [b]" Mitsumi...I..."[/b] Mai started but stopped mid-sentence when the snow-haired girl noticed Ichiro standing to Mitsumi?s side. Mitsumi noticed her friend?s cheeks blush before she turned away. For a moment, the red-haired girl looked a little confused, but then put two and two together. Mai had always been like this around Ichiro, ever since she had known her. It was hard not to giggle in moments like these, but Mitsumi tried her best and hid it well. Seeing a ?help me? flag pop up from Mai, Mitsumi turned to Ichiro with a warm smile. [b]" Hey, Ichiro. I'm gonna hang out with Mai for a bit ok? I'll catch up with you later,?[/b] Mitsumi proposed, trying to make Mai feel a little less uncomfortable. [b]" It's fine. I have to meet up with Kaoru actually. She was bugging me yesterday to come see her today for some reason,?[/b] Ichiro responded. Mitsumi wondered why Kaoru wanted to see him. But she nodded, grabbed Mai?s hand and ran off towards a less crowded spot in the marketplace. Soon, she had lost sight of Ichiro, and hopefully, he lost sight of her too. The two girls now leant against a wall, panting slightly. They had run a fair ay. The marketplace seemed to be packed today. Mitsumi wondered if it was because of those Sand ninja. However, she turned to her friend, a comforting smile on her face. [b]? So? what?s up??[/b][/color][/size][/INDENT] OOC: Tag Kitty. :p [URL=http://www.narutofan.com/index.php/content-techniques,kirigakure%20no%20jutsu][b]Kirigakure no Jutsu[/b][/URL] [URL=http://www.narutofan.com/index.php/content-techniques,kokuangyo%20no%20jutsu][b]Kokuangyo no Jutsu[/b][/URL]

[INDENT][color=Sienna][size=1]Delicious aromas filled the room as a group of waiters, all dressed in their very best, walked neatly out of the doors to the kitchen and to their respective hosts. Each lent in from the left and placed a meal of scrumptious proportions down in front of the now salivating dinner guests. Ally was quite overwhelmed by the etiquette of the waiters, now standing behind the guest they were to attend to that evening. But really, she couldn?t have expected anything less. Such magnificence surrounded her. It was quite unnerving, to be honest. Everyone seemed to tuck into their favourite meal. Ally watched them all, her military training instantly kicking in without her realising it. She analysed each one of the guests before turning to the Master of the House. Her honey coloured eyes looked over him, scanning him for any sign of weakness. To her surprise, she found none. It was as if he knew she was looking at him ? analysing him ? to try and find something about him she didn?t already know. A sharp glance headed her way from the Master and she now looked down at her meal. To her delight, it was her favourite French dish ? [i]Coq au vin[/i]. Essentially, it was chicken cooked with a French wine called [i]Vin jaune[/i], bacon, button mushrooms, garlic and a unique type of fungi called [i]Morchella[/i]. It was a broth and it warmed ever part of your body when you ate it ? perfect for one of the snowy winter nights back in Paris. Ally delicately took her soup spoon in her fingers and brought some of the broth to her lips. She sipped at it slightly, testing the temperature. Her body completely relaxed when the flavours of the dish tickled her tastebuds. It was heavenly. The flavours were subtle, but present. It was a sign of an expert chef that even the [i]Morchella[/i] tasted somewhat edible. There were muffled conversations over the circular table between mouthfuls of food. Ally noticed that the Master had structured it so no one was able to hide from the others? eyes if the situation called for it. But, it was also a good way to break the ice between people that hadn?t met previously. To her left was Jenny, her roommate. To her right was Sean ? the German, then Ben ? the South American. Ally still hadn?t figured out where he had been born. It would have to wait until after the meal. But beyond her was possibly the youngest guest of all. Her meal was Japanese, in origin. Perhaps that?s where she was from. But what was most curious about her, despite her young age, was her appearance. From what Ally could tell, she had light, sky blue hair, down to her waist, and dark wine red eyes. The young girl?s appearance instantly reminded Ally of the tales of vampires. The meal endured onwards for some time, before the young girl had finished her meal and pushed aside her plate. It was then that Ally noticed how young she really was. She couldn?t have been more than 15. Why did the Master allow such a young person into his game? What were his motives? Ally sighed, realising her military training had kicked in again. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and finished her own meal. In the time she had finished her meal, the Master and the young girl conversed. As Ally lent back, savouring the last spoonful of the broth, the Master egged on the young girl to reveal her past and the reason why she was here in the mansion. The young French woman was stunned at what the young girl had to say. It deeply saddened her to hear that such horrible things were done to such a young person, at no fault of their own. Ally felt an immediate inner fury rise up at the young girl?s father, her natural protective instinct coming back to life. It seemed she wasn?t the only damaged good in this mansion. There were others, possibly ones that have no equal in the horror they were previewed to. Once she had set her spoon in the finished position, the waiter, behind her, promptly whisked it away to the kitchen to be washed up. Ally didn?t particularly want anything for dessert, her mind reeling from the young girl?s confession. But now, her thoughts were on her own card. She thumbed the envelope nervously in her jacket pocket. What was the Master going to suggest she do, to play this game? If it was anything like the young girl?s, then Ally would almost certainly turn to either ice or water. However, there was no use in waiting for the inevitable. Taking out the classical looking envelope, Ally pried it open with shaking hands. She could sense that the Master was now looking her way, waiting impatiently to see what her reaction would be to his card. The young woman took in a deep breath before looking down at the card she had now pulled from the envelope. As she read the cursive words, her breath became caught in her chest. All the colour drained from her face. It wasn?t possible? For a moment, Ally let wild thoughts run rampant inside her mind. She had placed her hands and her card underneath the table so no one could see how much she was shaking. It?. it wasn?t right? Regaining her composure, Ally excused her self from the table. Sean and Ben both looked up at her as she walked off at a brisk pace, making a beeline for her room. This Master really knew how to shake a person at their core.[/size][/color][/INDENT] OOC: A nice long post to keep things rolling. I?ll be revealing what?s in my card in the next post, since the Master is still at dinner.

[size=1]Well I'm a little busy with real life at the moment (university sux4eva). So it mightn't be a bad idea.[/size]

[size=1]Lol. I suppose for the smaller weapons it would make sense for them to be on the character's person at all times (such as Ezekiel's or Zed's). The people with larger weapons will have to figure out a way to make them appear when they need them. It would be rather odd if the normal public watched one of the characters walk around with a sword on their back. XD [b]EDIT:[/b] I'm sure Sakura has enough talent to catch up if you proceed onwards.[/size]

[INDENT][color=Sienna][size=1]Ally couldn?t help but give a slight chuckle to herself. Her roommate seemed like she had boundless reserves of energy. Whether it be from nervousness or if it was true, the young French woman felt it was rather refreshing. Jennie came up to Ally?s side as the two started to walk down the corridor of the bedrooms. The chaos of moving in had dulled down quite a lot. Everyone must be out exploring the expansive mansion. The sound of waves crashing outside was music to Ally?s ears. It was soothing? calming. [b]? Jennie??[/b] Ally asked tentatively, wondering if she had her roommate?s name correct. [b]? Uh huh??[/b] Jennie replied, still bouncing on the balls of her feet. Ally didn?t notice it when the two first met but it sounded like the young woman beside her was a native, meaning she was an Australian. [b]? Would you like to come with me down to the beach??[/b] the French woman asked coolly, trying to be somewhat friendly to the person she would most likely be rooming with for a time to come. Jennie froze up. Ally stopped and looked around at her, wondering what was wrong. Was it something she said? There was an awkward silence for a time before Ally sighed in resignation, shrugging her shoulders softly. [b]? I will take that as a no.?[/b] Ally continued on down the hall, her thoughts mulling over Jennie?s apparent discomfort at her suggestion. Moments later Jennie caught up to her, not wanting to be left alone in this huge mansion. There was silence between them. Ally sighed within herself. She didn?t know what to do now, and she even wished that Sean, or even Ben, would come to her rescue and start some sort of form of conversation.[/size][/color][/INDENT] OOC: Any takers Engel, BK?

[size=1]Hi all. Since I haven't got access to Photoshop at the moment, I decided I'll put out my request to all you talented OB graphic artists. What I want is something creative and busy, and to include my newest addition to the [b]Bishie Mansion[/b]. Say hello to Jirou. [URL=http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g282/bishie_owner/Black20Blood20Brothers20-200120--1.jpg][Image 1][/URL] [URL=http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g282/bishie_owner/Black20Blood20Brothers20-200120-20L.jpg][Image 2][/URL] [URL=http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g282/bishie_owner/6832041922.jpg][Image 3][/URL] It can have the words on it if you like. Something like [i]Black Blood[/i] or [i]Old Blood[/i]. Thanks to anyone that has a go at it. ^^ Btw, he's a vampire if you can't tell.[/size]

[size=1]Thanks Soliel. ^^; Glad you're back. We could use some more posts *glares at those who haven't posted in a while*[/size]

[size=1]Ha ha, thanks Revelation. I've seen Naruto before. :p I just meant the purpose of the teams in relation to this RPG. ^^;[/size]

[INDENT][size=1][color=Brown]Demetri, accompanied by his new partners, Yasuo and Ray, walked out of the quarantined area, through the snap-happy paparazzi and intrigued onlookers and onto the street. The young man coughed a few times after breathing in a lung-full of carbon-dioxide and carbon-monoxide, and all those other nasties that came from a car?s exhaust. He had been in the country too long, and had forgotten how disgusting the pollution was in the city. The young man turned to face the two young women who were his partners for the night. Adam, his new boss man, had sent his group out to gather information on how to kill a ghoul. Demetri had only recently just realised he had magical ?talents? before the strange advertisement came out, looking for people to join up at Adam?s paranormal agency. To the farm boy, it was a good chance to improve his ?talents?, because they were usually summoned in times of need, like the [i]woman in white[/i] he had encountered a few months ago. That was his second experience with the paranormal, and it unsettled him greatly. [b]? Do either of you two have any ideas of where to start??[/b] Demetri asked, not having the faintest clue of what to do first. For the short time the young man knew these two women, he could see certain resemblances between them. Both, to him, were tough, sharp-tongued, not seeming to care what others thought, and stubborn. [i]A farm boy? the daughter of a Japanese ambassador?and a cop?[/i] Demetri thought to himself as he waited for responses from either of the two. [i]What a merry band of ?brothers? we make.[/i] [b]? A ghoul that eats human flesh? and that can disguise itself as a human??[/b] the young Japanese woman muttered, half in serious thought, one of her gloved hands to her lips. [b]? I don?t suppose you have many contacts around this neighbourhood Ray??[/b] Demetri asked, turning his attention to the young police officer. Ray looked around for one of the street signs. They really hadn?t taken much notice of where they were heading when Adam gave the order to move out. Most of them (Demetri couldn?t vouch for all of them) were still in awe of Adam?s organisation and were excited to go out on their first assignment. But it seemed that luck was on their side tonight. [b]? Yeah, I do. And they?d probably know something about the whole ghoul thing. Let?s go,?[/b] Ray replied, her officer tone creeping into her voice, and set off at light sprint. Yasuo started after her, Demetri bringing up the rear. On their way to wherever it was they were going, they passed through a park. The three of them slowed down to a walk, cautious about their surroundings. They all felt nervous about the dark shadows the trees and bushes cast over the yellow-green lawns. That ghoul could be hiding here, and they didn?t want to take the chance of getting caught by surprise by that thing. As they were walking along, Demetri felt a slight tough on his long, dusty-coloured jeans. At first he thought it was just his pants getting caught on a twig, but it happened again, and then for a third time. He stopped and looked down at the ground to see a small creature of some sort looking up at him with emerald green eyes. The young man looked around, blinking, as if he was seeing things, then looked down at the creature again. It was still there, looking up at him. He sighed and shrugged, thinking he must be mental to be doing this, and knelt down to the creature. It looked like it was a ? faerie? It was. There was no mistaking it. Translucent, green wings, a skirt made out of flower petals, and emerald green eyes. She looked like a tiny dancing figure from a small girl?s jewellery box. [b]? Er? hello??[/b] Demetri greeted the faerie tentatively. She looked up at him with an unamused expression. Demetri felt like he was being scolded by her. She fluttered up to his ear and whispered something into it. His blue-mauve eyes grew wide at what she told him. [b]? Really??[/b] Demetri questioned, a little stunned by the information. The faerie nodded, now sitting on his shoulder. [b]? Hey Demetri!?[/b] Yasuo called from up ahead. Demetri stood up suddenly, almost making the faerie overbalance on his shoulder. He sprinted to join up with the two others, scratching the back of his head in an embarrassed way. [b]? Sorry? I?um?. had to tie up my shoelace??[/b] Demetri blurted out the first excuse he could think of. The two young ladies looked at him with strange looks, unable to see the faerie that was on his shoulder, hanging on for dear life. [b]? Demetri, your shoes don?t have laces??[/b][/size][/color][/INDENT] [size=1]OOC: Yey! Finally posted. Hopefully it'll start the ball rolling. Sorry to Zeke and Kitty if I didn't portray your characters right. It's hard to do them right at the start. ^^;[/size]

[size=1]W00t! In with BK and Spartan! *does whole cheerleader routine for Team 2* I'm such an idiot. ^^; Anyway, it sounds [b]highly[/b] confusing, Zeke. Well, the whole team thing anyway. It doesn't sound like they play any major parts in the storyline, other than creating bonds between characters (well, that's what I got out of it). But I'm relieved that I got in. I didn't think I would. ^^; Looks good, and hope it starts de-confuzzling itself soon. [b]- B[/b][/size]

[INDENT][size=1][color=Sienna]Ally watched as Ben and Sean disappeared into the fray of confusion that now echoed loudly through the halls of the Master?s estate. It had been so quiet beforehand ? so quiet it unnerved the young French woman. She had heard that silence before, when she was still serving active duty for the military. A visible shudder ran down her spine. Trying not to think much of it, Ally picked up her luggage and made her way towards her assigned room. After pushing past many people, and around servants and maids, Ally finally made it to her room. The door was still shut, however. Her roommate mustn?t have turned up to the room yet. Ally wasn?t going to wait for her so she opened the door to a lavishly adorned room that took her breath away. It reminded her of the time before the French Revolution, when Marie Antoinette was still alive. Two overly large beds, fine red cedar dressers, ornate mouldings on the edges of the roof. It was all magnificent. She walked over to one of the beds and started to unpack her things. Amongst all her clothes were her most valuable possessions ? her medals from her service. Every time she gazed upon them, Ally thought of her comrades that didn?t make it home. She had kept these medals inside of a lockbox that could only be opened by fingerprint ID. It was unnecessary to have them under such tight security, but to Ally, they were more important than most things in her life thus far. A few minutes later and Ally had finished unpacking her clothes into the closest dresser to her bed. She felt uncomfortable in these luxurious surroundings. After all, being a soldier meant you lived with the bare essentials. Her training had never left her, and from then one, she had only lived with as few possessions as possible. She looked around in amazement, before wondering where her roommate could have got to. Ally left her room in search of her roommate, not wanting to be alone in that hugely ornate room.[/size][/color][/INDENT] OOC: Anyone can come across Ally if they like.

[INDENT][size=1][color=Indigo]Collapsing against a tree in the darkness, Zed looked around at the park that surrounded him. It was kind of odd how everyone turned up to that fight like that. No one would have been concerned if Zed had challenged some other kid, but it seemed that Zeke had a lot of followers, friends even. The sounds of the crowd were still nearby. None of them had left yet. Looking down at his bandaged hand, Zed remembered how he managed to injure it. Those faces were haunting him again, like they did every time he looked at himself in the mirror. They would always be there, looking back, mocking him. The tattooed teenager swore and felt like thumping his bandaged hand into the earth when he felt his skin move in a sickening way. Zed looked down at his hand, his eyes wide. The wound was bleeding again? but? it didn?t feel quite right. After taking off the bandage, Zed looked at the large gash the mirror shards had made. But what he saw made him gag. Four thick globules of his blood oozed out of the wound and onto his palm. With an astonished face, the teenager watched the four blobs of blood snake up to each of his fingers ? from his index to his pinkie ? and start to form some sort of jewellery. Zed?s throat was tight, his mind a blur with thoughts such as [i]What the hell is going on[/i] and [i]What did that Ezekiel kid do to me[/i]. After a time, the four globules of blood became hard and touch like steel, becoming rings. However, these rings still remained the colour of his blood ? a rich, dark red. Zed turned his hand over, the wound now entirely healed, to look at the rings more closely. One the little finger?s ring was a hangman?s noose; the ring-finger ? a small angel; the middle finger ? the yin-yang symbol, and last but not least, the index finger, which was a skull. The skull ring was the one that intrigued Zed the most. It looked very cool, but at the same time, forbidden. As he went to take off the ring, he felt his body got stiff as a cold blade was run through his heart. His eyes were wide but the world around him grew dark. Was he dying? Zed looked down to where he felt something through him. To his shock, an ornately carved hilt of a sword poked out from his chest. He looked over his shoulder to see the long, bloody silver blade of the sword poking out from the other side. The young man felt vomit rising in his throat as he turned around to see a foreboding man looking down at him. The man was dressed in a black armour, with a mask on. Zed looked up at the mask and saw there were no eyes behind it. His body was starting to grow cold, as if he was dying there and then. The ?black knight? leant down near Zed?s whitening face, his hand wrenching up Zed?s sleeve to reveal part of his tattoo. [b]Use that ring? and you will take the life of another? and it will flow into you by these?[/b] The knight stroked Zed?s red spider-like tattoo. [b]? but be warned? if you use it? you will also take some life of yourself? three times is your limit, before you become a living corpse?[/b] With that, the knight slid the sword out of Zed?s body and let the boy collapse onto the ground in front of him, which was now the springy turf of the park. Zed felt life rush back into him, taking in a huge gasp of air as he got to his feet slowly. He looked at the rings on his right hand cautiously. What exactly happened on this night of all nights?[/size][/color][/INDENT]

OOC: Sorry I haven?t replied lately everyone. No internet and university. >> Anyway, we actually get to start some action now. Hope everyone?s still a little interested. [size=1][color=#666666][INDENT]A screaming signal blared through the [i]Obsession[/i]. Neron looked up from his meal. That sound had a foreboding feeling about it, as if it spelt trouble. To the doctor?s amazement, the crew inside the mess hall scrambled. They all knew what the signal meant. A rush of people exited the room, leaving Neron by his lonesome, wondering what on earth was going on. [b]ALL PILOTS TO THE HANGER FOR IMMEDIATE LAUNCH![/b] a female voice shouted strongly over the intercom. Hearing that, Neron leapt to his feet, his long hazelnut-blonde hair swishing around his waist in a tussle. He left his tray where he sat and strode quickly up the bridge. Everyone was in a such a panic. The whole ship was on level red status alert. Neron faintly remembered reading something about this alert in his paperwork back down in his ward. It meant that battle was at hand. The sliding metal doors to the bridge opened to a sight the doctor thought he would never have to witness. Out in the stormy nebula dust before them was a ship. It looked very similar to the [i]Obsession[/i] but was in the shape of a rectangular box. As Neron watched, two flaps on either side of the ship opened and slowly worked up to a right angle of the ship where it stopped. It glowed an ominous red before hundreds upon hundreds of what seemed like tiny robots zoomed out of the flaps and towards the [i]Obsession[/i]. Chaos erupted on board. People were shouting everywhere. Commands were being issued but not followed ? man and woman not wanting to work together. Streams of lasers came towards the ship. Neron wondered what the pilots were doing in the hanger. Wasn?t it their duty to protect the ship from the enemy? The doctor looked out at the one-sided battle before him. His eyes narrowed dangerously. There was grave concern for everyone on board if the Volker pilots didn?t do something soon.[/color][/INDENT] OOC: [b]Pilots ?[/b] Time to show us your stuff. The small robots aren?t much of a fight, but when there is hundreds of them, it more than enough. Also, describe to us others what your Volkers look like, since this is their first appearance. [b]Others ?[/b] refer to the acceptance letter I PMed you all on what your job is to do during battle, and post away. [b]Sakura & BK ?[/b] You can enter the battle however you like, but make sure people know you aren?t from the [i]Obsession[/i]. Thanks all.[/size]

[size=1]The fight just ended, with my post. You can start the new chapter if you like, Matt.[/size]

OOC: To all concerned, Zed isn?t that kind of fighter. He is very similar to Zeke in fighting style, FYI. It?s more experience than a style, per say. [INDENT][size=1][color=Indigo]Zedidiah glared up at the white-haired freak with his almost demon looking, blue eyes. They held nothing but loathing for the young man that stood above him. Kicking Ezekiel?s leg out of the way, Zed rolled over back onto his feet. He stood and brushed some of the dirt from his white, long sleeved school shirt. His red tattoos glistened through the white shirt faintly, giving him an eerie air. [b]? So what if you have a girl and I don?t,?[/b] Zed said confidently, now looking sadistically over at Summer and the girl that stood beside her, who he now recognised as the one slept through their physics class ? the one who started all this, in reality. [b]? Besides, she?s not that much of a catch,?[/b] Zed added with a hint of distaste as he looked Summer up and down. [b]? Are you insulting her??[/b] Ezekiel growled and stepped forward threateningly. Zed?s eyes glittered maliciously. [b]? And what if I am??[/b] The tattooed teenager could see Ezekiel?s attack coming from a mile away. One uppercut, which he dodged to the right; a kick to his waist on the right, by some miracle, he managed to duck underneath and finally, another swinging jab to the left of his head, which he danced around. Or so he thought. Ezekiel let a smirk thin his lips as he turned the jab around into a grab, thrusting his fist in the opposite direction to grab Zed by the shirt. The white-haired teenager gripped his opponent by the scruff with brute force and, using what momentum he could muster, attempted to throw Zed to the ground. Shock stunned Zed for a moment as a solitary thought flickered through his mind. [i]?? am I going to lose??[/i] The blue-eyed teenager grit his teeth with a resolved determination. Before Ezekiel could react, Zed swung his legs around and took his opponent?s legs out from underneath him. The two crumpled to the ground in a heap. A moment passed before the two turned to each other, both grabbing the other?s throat in an instinctive movement. When Summer realised that the two were going to choke each other to death simultaneously, she stepped in and pried them from each other. Zed stood, taking in deep breathes, his eyes looking wild and mad ? his now untidy spiky hair making him look like he was about to commit murder. [b]? That?s enough, both of you,?[/b] Summer said in a disapproving tone, glaring from one boy to the other. [b]? The fight is going to end as a draw.?[/b] The crowd around the two fighters were astonished. Between the two, there came no result. All thought either one, or the other, was going to win. It even took Zed by surprise, but he didn?t show it. Instead, he ran a bandaged hand through his hair with a soft smile on his lips. [i]It?s not a loss? just a postponement to the next battle?[/i] He looked up at Ezekiel, who was now being fussed over by Summer, and a few of his friends. Turning around, Zed started to walk to one of the darker parts of the park, away from the commotion of the crowd. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. [i]Not bad? not bad at all? I hope we?ll get to finish our fight soon? Zeke.[/i] [/size][/color][/INDENT] OOC: Sorry to keep you waiting Matt. You can start the next chapter now, if you like. ^^

[size=1]Sorry I haven't replied either. University has really got me sucked in. Should have one done today though, hopefully. EDIT: Sorry Blayze, I gtg Aikido now. >> Tomorrow I shall have a psot for you![/size]

[size=1]Ahhhhhh! *tears hair out* Hopefully I'll have a post up today guys. Sorry. university is really a pain in da butt![/size]

[size=1]Heh. You'll have to excuse me too for not posting. First week of university and no internet at my place yet. ^^;[/size]

[size=1]Ok everyone, here's the situation. Sakura and BK's characters are going to be joining us on the Obsession, but as prisoners. jusut to spice things up. Although this wasn't in the original plan of things, it seems to be a nice spanner to throw in the (very slow works) of the RPG. Hopefully their contribution will make things flow a little better. I should have a post for you guys sometime soon. sorry I haven't been able to post lately. Lack of internet, my dad's birthday, and my birthday, and the start of university, all sort of collided into one. Anyway, should have a post up Monday, my time. PS: To BK and Sakura - do I have a new nickname? XD[/size]

[size=1]Heh heh. *cough*Zed-is-already-a-freak *cough cough*\ *grins innocently*[/size]

[INDENT][size=1][color=Indigo]The sound of running water echoed loudly in the empty bathroom. Zed stared at his reflection after washing his face thoroughly. He had just finished fifth period with a bang, literally. It had been the last five minutes of Chemistry and Zed decided to see what would happen if he put too much pure oxygen, inside of a balloon, with acetylene, and then light it with a Bunsen burner. Well, the whole chemistry class, and all the classes on that floor, knew the result. There was an almighty bang that scared at least three years of life from the chemistry students and the teacher. A cloud of soot also puffed up into Zed?s face, causing him to turn from white to black in a matter of seconds. He couldn?t help but laugh at himself and at the faces of the others when they looked to see what had happened. Just as the teacher strode over to him and was about to let rip, the bell rang. Zed managed to snatch his things, stuff them into his bag and dart out of the classroom before the teacher could catch him. He pushed his way through the corridor hastily to the men?s bathroom to wash off his face. As he now looked in his reflection, Zed noticed two shadows behind him. They weren?t like normal people?s reflections, more like ghostly apparitions of his past. As time wore on, the features of the faces of these two memories became clearer. One of them was a boy, exactly the same age as Zed. The other was an older, grizzly looking man. Rage unfurled in the teenager?s stomach as he realised who these people were. A sudden smash startled some of the people outside as Zed?s fist connected with the mirror. It shattered into bits, all falling onto the bench where the sinks where with slight, delicate tinkles. The teenager?s fist now throbbed as he exited the bathroom quickly and headed towards one of the sporting fields outside. The last period of the day ? the one he enjoyed the most ? was soccer practice. He took off his shirt in the middle of the field, as was custom for all the male soccer players to do before practice. Some of his team-mates couldn?t help but stare at the spider web-like tattoos all across Zed?s upper body before it was quickly hidden by his soccer jersey. 66 ? that was his number as he ran onto the field, stretching a little before training began. It was almost like a sign ? watch out? or the devil will get you.[/size][/color][/INDENT] OOC: Sorry it?s not great. Pressed on time.

[INDENT][color=#CC3333][size=1][B]Name:[/B] Risashi Mitsumi [B]Age:[/B] 14 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g282/bishie_owner/35.jpg]Mitsumi's general appearance here[/URL] Excuse the nakedness. It was the only picture I could find of her. [i]Clothing:[/i] Mitsumi normally wears a long sleeved, light sky blue shirt with chibi-like angel wings as a print on the middle of the back of the shirt. A pleated, dark blue skirt as well as normal ninja sandals. She has a set of necklaces that are drapped close around her neck, a pendant of a phoenix hanging from one of the chains. [b]Alliance:[/b] Hidden Leaf (Fire Country) [B]Rank:[/B] Genin [B]Personality:[/B] Mitsumi is somewhat quiet and outspoken, which usually frustrates her. Whenever she has something to say, she feels that the more exuberant type people should stop and listen. However, even though being a quiet person, Mitsumi enjoys being around others and likes to listen to their tales, however false or outrageous they may be. When she is on her own, Mitsumi trains hard. She is unsure of her abilities as a ninja, and sometimes doubts them at critical moments - a vice of hers. However, she does have impressive markmenship skills using her favoured weapon, and is often told that she is a rank above the rest in that area. [B]Equipment:[/B] Mitsumi possesses two lightweight Fuuma Shurikens (also known as the Shadow Windmill Shurikens) and a pouch full of Senbon (also known as throwing needles, like Haku used). These are her primary weapons. She also has a small supply of smoke bombs, just in case she needs to escape from hand-to-hand combat. [B]Main Weapon/Technique:[/B] Mitsumi's main weapon are Senbon, or Throwing Needles. The reason why she uses these unusual weapons is because of her deadly accuracy. She is able to use the needles to their full potential, and hit her mark every time, making her the type of ninja that is used as a scout or as backup. Her genjutsu abilities are her strength, to combat her low taijutsu skills. However, she does have one powerful technique she likes to use. [b]Hinote-Yaiba Shuriken Jutsu[/b] - Mitsumi makes flames elongate the blades of the Fuuma Shuriken to make it twice or three times the size of the original metal version. These flames have no weight, which allows Mitsumi to use it without any additional strength. [B]Biography/Writing Sample:[/B] [INDENT][i]He?s at it? again?.[/i] Mitsumi watched this young dark, short hair man train. This was very strange. Usually this part of the woods was deserted, and Mitsumi could train here and there without being interrupted. But in the last few days, she had come across this young man again and again. The first time she saw him training, she almost ran into one of his flying kicks. Both of them had been startled by each other?s appearance that neither of them were able to apologise to the other, as Mitsumi had parted ways with him almost immediately after the incident. She had watched him train these past few days, coming to admire his dedication to his goal in that short time. Her clear, ocean blue eyes watched the young man as he did a series of taijutsu training actions. Mitsumi had never been particularly strong in the area of taijutsu, so it was amazing to watch what this young man could do. Suddenly, her long, vibrantly red hair slipped out of the back of her shirt and fell down beside her face. The colour of her hair was like a beacon of light, shining through the dim surroundings of the forest. By the time she stuffed it back into her shirt, she already realised it was too late. The young man had noticed the flash of red and the sudden ruffles of the leaves Mitsumi was hiding behind. He came at her cautiously, obviously thinking she was an enemy. As Mitsumi turned to escape, her foot slipped and she fell out of the tree with a loud, very obvious crash. The young man stared at where the largish object (being Mitsumi) landed in the thin row of bushes. Mitsumi picked herself up tentatively and rubbed her arm, the one she had landed on. [b]? It hurts??[/b] she muttered to herself, not realising that the young man was now standing over her. [b]? So you?re the one whose been watching me.?[/b] Mitsumi froze and looked up at the young man who now stared down at her. Her heart thumped against her chest so loud that she was sure the young man could hear it. After a moment, she scrambled backwards quickly, trying to get a little distance between him and her. Her mouth opened several times, trying to apologise, before the words actual came out in a sensible fashion. [b]? I?m sorry! I won?t do it again!? ? Meh.?[/b] The young man shrugged his shoulders, looking rather casual about the whole incident. [b]? I don?t care if you watch me or not.?[/b] The young, red haired girl looked back at the young man who turned around and began his training again. She felt rather awkward, sitting there and watching him in plain view. It was sort of? embarrassing. The past few days? he had known she was there. After a good long while, the young man walked back near Mitsumi and leant against a tree, panting heavily. Mitsumi looked around nervously before remembering she had brought a small drink with her, for when she was going to train. She shuffled over towards the young man and offered it to him silently. He looked a little surprised at first before taking the drink with a soft ?thanks?. [b]? What?s your name??[/b] he asked, after a silence. [b]? Um?. I?m? Mitsumi?.?[/b] The young girl said softly, fidgeting with one of her necklaces. The young man looked over at her with a kind glance. [b]? I?m Ichiro.?[/b][/INDENT] [B]Extra Notes:[/B] - childhood friend of Ichiro [BKStyles] - close friend of Ijizawa Mai [Kitty] - has a little crush on Ikorose Suigintou [Engel] & Zensei Ginmaru [Onix] - wants to be friends with Matsumoto Kaoru [Keyblade Wielder] but is too shy to actually go up and start a conversation with her - admires Naruto [Revelation] for his dedication to his training, and his ability to become stronger, even though he wasn't particularly talented. She feels she's somewhat like him when he was younger, albeit a quieter version of him[/color][/size][/INDENT]

[size=1]Good idea Neko. It'll be a lot smoother if people read the underground to see what other posters have reserved.[/size]

[size=1]Well you and I come from different countries, and have vastly different schooling systems, so forgive my ignorance. :animeswea[/size]