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Nikki shrugged. "Whatever you say, Slayen." She smiled though. She leaned into his hands, getting more out of the massage. She giggled a bit then looked at Mariella. "Thank you very much, Mariella. You cooking is great." The girl nodded and took the compliment easily enough. Nikki then succomed herself into a daze, not thinking about anything in particular. "You're pretty good at that," she found herself saying lazily.

Sure enough, Nikki could smell the food cooking away. It was almost as intoxicating as the person rubbing away at her neck... Almost, not quite...not even really close, but we're not getting technical here. Nikki sighed a little and moved a little closer to the massaging when the new girl said the food was ready. A quiet rumble from her tiny stomach twitched through her body. Reluctantly (seriously she didn't want to move, but her stomach was demanding food and you don't deny her three meals or you will have a very angry person on your hands), she pulled away from the guy. "This looks delicious...what's your name?" Nikki asked in-between healthy amounts of food getting stuffed into her mouth. Everyone else was doing about the same, probably with a bit...more... She swallowed the bite she just took and sort of gaped at the man. [I]Talk about fricken proper...needs to lighten a bit up...[/I] She shook her head blushing a bit turning back to the girl. "Mariella... You?" [I]Mariella...hm, I like that name, and this girl's a great cook! Wow, wish I could cook this good.[/I] "Nikki, and while we're at it, Mr. Proper can intro himself." She smirked into her food and took a sip of her water to hide her face.

OOC: Life interferred with my posting-please excuse me for lateness :animeswea IC: Nikki finally woke up and looked around for Riley immediately. Seeing as the man was in front of her with some... "Uh...hello?" She said to the newcomer. It was a bit odd to see new people in...well, the guy was someone new, but she put him here. The girl was looking a bit sad...a trail of a tear was on her face. Nikki smiled gently. "Sit down, the furniture won't bite." Nikki said with a little bit of a laugh.

OOH! Love the outline *thumbs up* Bio Sheet: -------------- Name: Nikki Age: 21 Race: Human Sub-race: Gypsy Personality: Nikki has her...unique-ness, if you want to call it that. She's a bit strange, curious, fiery, and cheeky-oh yeah, despite the brunette roots, she's a bit blonde sometimes. She a real fun girl to be around, but despite her easy personality, she can be deep and serious if the time makes for it. She complains sometimes, but that's something to expect. History: Nikki doesn't like to think about her past because of the many disappointments. She has difficulty dicussing it with her parent's deaths at a young age...about seven. The gypsies took her in and she learned with extreme dexterity the magics and how to control a sword and her body. Over several years, she has become a nice asset to the gypsy community. Appearance: Nikki has long brown hair with dazzling green eyes. Her skin's a creme color, fair in other words. She wears a pair of purple pants, with various ways of being kept (may have holes, may not) and normally a white shirt. She smiles often, and her eyes glow brighter when she does. She carries two daggers with her at all times. Paragraph of ability: Nikki almost swore aloud at her friends, her family. It was her second week at having to go and get supplies, but obviously, the bunch of them were too lazy to get off their...dare she say 'fat *****'? In truth, they all were quite on the thin as a rope side, for being fit was one of the main requirements of making it as a gypsy. If you couldn't handle yourself, you were screwed. She learned that principal when she was taken in and that fact had been taught and drilled into her head for the longest of time. She sighed her resentment away and smiled, she already negotiated to get the supplies, easy part over, hard part beginning. She sighed again laughing in spite of herself. Tossing a loose strand of brown hair that fell from her ribbon behind her, she noticed something along the road as she pulled the wagon. OOC: Hope you don't mind me wanting to play the gypsy girl. If you do, I'll edit :animesmil

OCC: Sorry haven't been posting XD haven't been home in a while IC: [COLOR=Green]Tori got home around one in the morning, not really having gotten much shopping done, both parents in bed already. She sighed, they never wondered were she went. She could be dead and they could care less about it. [I]Wow, never really thought about that...just soemthing else to add to my life, eh?[/I] She stopped short when she saw envelopes full of things she rather not bother with. She riffled through them nonetheless. An envelope addressed to her stopped her flurry.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Magenta]To: Daughter[/COLOR] [COLOR=Magenta]From: Parents[/COLOR] [COLOR=Green]She slit it open with her fingernails. Yeah, she really needed an envelope opener. She rolled her eyes as she flipped the paper encased in the envelope open.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Magenta]Tory, it has come to our attention that you have been snapping regularly at school. The principal contacted us, you are grounded. No car, no TV, no staying in your room all day. We will find out if you disobey us. -Mom and Dad[/COLOR][COLOR=Green] It was Dad's handwriting, she scoffed sufficiently, they didn't even spell her name right. She re-read it, and smirked. [I]No one said a thing about the motorcycle...and if I'm not suppose to me about staying in the house...[/I] Her parents couldn't write a grounding letter if it was to save their lives. She dropped the keys to the car noisily on the tile floor and snatched the motorbike's keys. She revved the engine a good seven loud times before speeding off somewhere into the city. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]She woke up around mid-day, but she decided to stay in her room. Her parents were due home until after nine, which wasn't really an inconvinence. She had been taking [I]great[/I] care of herself since she was five. Nothing really drastic mind you, but she had had the police and firemen come to her door wanting to know what all the racket was about. Tori [I]accidentally[/I] made enough noise that had the neighbors calling the police, multiple times. Tori had yet again,[I] accidentally[/I] set fire to some...thing close to the window, which the neighbors phoned up the firemen about, but little did the neighbors know that she put the fire out and turned down the music before the 'law' showed up at her door. Always the same thing she had replied with. [I]"I don't know what you're talking about. I was just playing a little Mozart."[/I] or [I]"Nope, the only fire that'll be happening will be if my oil burns on the stove. Now please excuse me."[/I] She laughed visously as she snuggled into a bathrobe and walked downstairs to watch TV. Even though she could do that in her own room, she perferred the big screen rather than the 23" screen. She found the remote and hit the 'power' button. The news came on. "Another murder," she mused. "Find something else to talk about!" She yelled at particularly no one. "Makes you think if they love that stuff to report...makes my head hurt." She was grumbling by the time she changed the channel. She always found [I]something[/I] wrong with television. Usually she got too pissed to watch anything else, but today, she had nothing better to do, and writer's block was evident in her head. "New ideas...possibly...maybe I should read something instead of watching this..." She trailed for a minute, then finished her sentence. "Nah, I'm going to take a break." She left the TV going and walked into the kitchen for some much needed food. Ramen, being her favorite thing to eat, she heated some water, and poured it over the uncooked noodles. Waiting for the chicken flavored noodles to become soft, she popped the top of a coke and took a sip. Grabbing a fork out of the silverware drawer, she stabbed at the now soft noodles and took a bite out of them. She carried her bowl of Ramen and cup of coke into the living room. She took hold of the remote again and changed the channel to HBO. "Nothing good's on..." she glared at the TV. She recalled it back to the channel she was watching. Who says cartoons are just for kids? She finished off her lunch and turned off the TV. She wanted to read now. If she could find the book she was looking for that'd help too. Giving up, she resorted herself to the only thing she could think of. Shopping. Who doesn't like to shop? She took off the bathrobe and straightened her shirt out before grabbing her keys, her parents' money, and heading out the door. She looked at her car, a blue corvette, and her motorcycle, more of the racing type with onyx green plates, she chose the car. Her parents were crazy to give her the motorcycle...but she like it enough to ride it ever so often. On days when her devil decided was going ot be in control. She started the corvette and drove out of the garage. About twenty minutes later she was at the mall, with a lot of money. She grinned evilly. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]Tori sighed heavily. She didn't like soem of the things that were happening. She bit her bottom lip, 'Nasty, nervous habit to get into, Tori,' her mother would say. [I]To hell with the lot of them,[/I] she thought viscously. She then shook her head. [I]But is that what I really think? Screw the world, for it has screwed me so many times?[/I] She raked her hands through ehr hair frantically. She didn't seem to understand what power her evil persona has over her. She wished she didn't have to have this...[I]side[/I] to her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, hugging herself. She was on top of her bed, tears streaming down her face. She quickly brushed them away, a manic gleam seeing the bedroom light bounce off her not-so-sharp scissors. She had a desperate look on her pretty face, maming the beauty it once had. She unwrapped the bindings of her previous cuttings. The scissors were open, she slid the cold blades across her skin ticklingly. She didn't scratch at it. She pressed down upon the blade, harder than she normally would've. It took several attempts before breaking the barrier of skin to feel the blood and the cold blade mixing. She shivered, her body shaking efficiently. She hurried into the bathroom to wipe off the blood and to apply the anti-bacterial ointment. She didn't need scars when she took off the bandages. She was surprised her parents hadn't figured out yet. She wiped the sweat off her brow when she finished her needy task. As much ecstasy it gave her, it always settled back down inside her after she was done. It never stayed longer than a couple of minutes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]She watched him go... Her niceness flowing back into her. Why did she always have to come off short? She ran to catch up with him, to apologize, but she couldn't reach him. She sighed and shook her head. She walked into the building and unlocked her locker. She was met by the same assortments of books. History, Physics, the list went on and on...but most of those other books were library and college books. She sighed again, pulling out her History book. She slept during this class and still got the best grades-most of the time. Usually it'd be an average of 95-97 in the class, but on outstanding occassions, when she was even the tiniest bit remotely interested in the subject, she'd get 100s. She walked on to the class, the bell had rang a long time ago, and she wondered if the teacher was even in his class. [I]Oh well, what's he gonna do? Write me up? I'd love to see that fly with 'Demon' over in me.[/I] Sure enough... "Miss Aleise, thank you for gracing us with your appearance. Please sign this sheet right here." The teacher said in his casual voice. "Back off, since when have we given you a write up for being late?" That mouth of hers was going to get her in trouble. "Principal's office, now." His voice a thurnderous roll. "Yeah, yeah, and detention to top it off." She rolled her eyes. "Give me a break, I'm a Senior, I'll do as I please. I don't respect you because you don't respect me." A couple of students clapped at the poem she said in a sing-song voice. "Yes, you will get detention, and a referral too!" His voice rising dramatically. "Detention, referrals, their all the same to me. You can give me one, or two, or possibly three. But it's never gonna change me, just you wait. I'm pretty sure, you gonna be bait. But that's just me talking my talk, and walking my walk. Maybe I'm right, and maybe I'm not." She bowed, and snigged. "By the way, in case you didn't know. I'm just about finished with my show. Making a fool of teachers, that's my game. Tori Reighli Aleise, that's my name." She slammed the door on her way out. She breathed deeply, laughing her head off. [I]That was such a good poem![/I] Her mirth was high-pitched and prolonged, leaving her no breath to gasp for. The reality caught up with her. She had just dissed a teacher... Oh this wasn't too good. She grinned slyly. [I]But I know things that they don't know...[/I] [/COLOR]

[B]OOC: I'm not gonna be here for the next two weeks so ya'll can play may character when you need to.[/B] IC: Mori scoffed inwardly as she made her way through the city, she had only one more person she could pruify at the moment, though she made a point of marking down those who seriously needed it. She would definately get rid of all that have shown signs of impurity. Then she saw her third victim, she stood out in the crowd. A grin of malice flashed across her face. ---- Kineya struggled against the uncomfortable caged. "Could someone be as kind to allow me to strech my wings. I usually get out twice a day." She said ruffled and ticked off. How could they just stand the racket she was making? She beat her wings as best she could against the cage. "HELLO!" She bellowed at the Disciples below. "I know you assholes can hear me. Let me out!" They ignored her still. It blew her mind. She wasn't to be ignored. Then she felt the flame wrap itself around her quite large body, her blue feathers turning reddish gold, then black as it turned to ash. She cooed softly, her eye twitching. Only when the Disciples couldn't hear her, she knew that she was turning back into her baby bird form. Unthreatening, cute some would say...and a bit ugly. She had a couple more hours until she reached her 'adolescent' form and a couple of days before she reached her 'adult' form. Her eye twitched again.

OOC: I'm not going to be here for the next two weeks for X-Mas vacation, so just play my character when you need to. [COLOR=Green]Tori watched the guy go. Damn her demonic side. He seemed really nice... She shrugged her shoulders. She didn't have time for that. Heartbreak, tears, etc. She didn't need it. She needed it like she needed help. Which means she didn't. "A silver arrow is known for its unrequitted beauty, a golden apple is known for its alluring shine. Only the gods can show you which is more divine." She hummed her little made-up tune as she walked down the halls, through the glass doors, to her usual spot right by the tree. She then sat down underneath its cool shade, delving deeper into the book that she couldn't put down. She sighed heavily as she read the last few pages, she only had thirty pages to go when she ahd started twenty minutes ago. Now she looked mournfully at the finished book. She touched the cover of the book softly, as if willing the character, Simon, to come alive and take her away. She put down [U]The Silver Kiss[/U] and reached for her journal. She pulled out a sharpened pencil and began to write. [I]She sat there stock still. Who he was or where he came from, she didn't know. Neither did she care. He was against everything she stood for. She could see it in his eyes. She could feel it in the very air he breathed. She knew he was trouble, so why was she following his command to move closer to him. She honestly tried to stop, but she couldn't. Her legs were disobediant.[/I] She bit at her bottom lip, her pencil's eraser stuck underneath her bottom lip. She stared out into the blue beyond, and hummed the second verse to her 'song'. "Draw beneath the ocean waves, break the surface and face the sun. Reach for the shores... Your life has begun." She loved how she managed to come up with that. She returned to her story. [I]A siren, a half-mermaid, should never let hersel become intraced by her prey... She should never fall under his spell. Her ocean blue eyes looked into his forest green, and she knew he was half-elf. She knew because only elves had been known for mesmerising the water gypsies.[/I] The bell rang distantly in her ears. She jumped, having soaken into the pages of the books that she cleaved to ever so tightly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]"Tori Aleise," she whispered under her breath as she listened to her MP3. "The gray girl. The psycho. The skitziod." She laughed quietly and quickly. Stiffling the noise with a fear that someone was following her. She looked around nervously and continued to walked around the perimeter of the school. If people did indeed need to know that she was crazy, sneaking up on her was the way to rouse her counter-part out of submission. She had people come up to her days after she had slashed her wrists and ask what the bandages were for. She'd just go all off on them. She'd flip out and ask them why they were asking stupid questions. "I cut my damn wrists! Now leave me alone to my peace." Her voice would be awfully loud at first, but it would dwindle down into a soft whisper. The whisper would sound defeated, unlike the rash words from the beginning. She closed her eyes, remembering the first time she had cut. The cold knife from the kitchen's knife drawer was poised in her left hand as she sat on the cold tile floor. Her clothes was thin and the coolness from the floor made her shiver. She pressed the knife to her skin, feeling the cold silver against her slightly warm flesh. She pushed the knife into her skin, breaking it. The warmth of her blood and the cool of the blade sent shivers running up and down her back. It was pleasure without her losing her virginity. It was her sex, her release. She smiled softly, her parents would increase the therapy lessons if and when they found out. She turned off the MP3 player and stowed it carefully inside her purse. She unlocked her locker and pulled out her two library books and her fattest journal. She had first period off, so she would read and write during that time. When she'd read, she'd get ideas, and when she got ideas, she'd write the sentences down before the words could flit away like hummingbirds. Her own little solitude would unfold if the demoness inside her would stay supressed.[/COLOR]

Kineya listened distantly to the footfalls of the diciples. She was perched in their largest cage. only to be let out every now and again for a stretch of wings, neck, and legs. She wished that she was a little bird again. The room barely had enough room to fit her blue feathered body inside. Horrible yes, but at the least, they had created a way for her plumed head to stick out from the top of the domed room. "She's growing in size, she'll have to be kept out of that cage for a period until we can manufacture one large enough to hold her." One diciple said to the group. "Just throw her in a room, that way we don't have to inconvience anyone for watching her and-" "You're wrong!" The only girl in the meeting spoke up. "If she was locked up in a room, there would be shifts on who'd watch her to make sure she didn't squeeze through the bars when she turned into an ugly, pruned, baby." There were more girls in the group, just they were out and about at the moment. [I]Memento is that girl's name I think...[/I] she thought softly. She had become subdued. Locked in a cage with limited flight time when she got out wasn't something she was accustomed to, but she learned to live with. She didn't cry about was had happened. She knew she was stupid enough to be here. [I]All those others,[/I] she thought dangerously, [I]just knew the answers to the questions. That's why this place isn't ruining from overuse.[/I] She sighed heavily, for her pitiful state. She wasn't supposed to be kept under lock and key. It was something she couldn't handle. ------- Memento looked at her colleagues for support. "She's right, Arthur. You know very well that we all can't handle those types of shifts. The pheonix is better off in a cage similar to that one, just larger." The leader said calmly. Patiently. She flipped her silver gray hair away from her face and sat down for a while. She listened to them, but found half of the things they spoke about quite trivial. [I]Actually,[/I] she thought matter-of-factly, [I]this stuff should even be in this meeting. I swear. We just build on to it. We created this...warehouse of mythical and realistic animals. Surely they knew there wasn't just a limited amount of space. The planet's as big a Earth, if not bigger.[/I] She scoffed inwardly and kept a composed face to the people at large. "Another issue we have to come to an understanding is that we can't transform too many during the day. Even though there are wrong-doers at that time too. I must at the very least limit you to three victims by day, unlimited by night." A shocked silence fell. "But Sir," Memento protested. "That means we could end up chosing the wrong people to come here, and the ones we are trully looking for are out there hiding." He motioned for her silence. "Not now, Mori, not now. I understand, I completely and fully know what you are all thinking. Just take the first three that are impure. At night, get as many as you can." They all nodded and said things of encouragement. Memento cheered along with the others. [I]But the limit on day dealings? Who knows?[/I] She held her questioning look inside herself and enjoyed the success of the meeting. [I]Another time perhaps.[/I]

OOC: :animeswea XD IC: [COLOR=Green]Tsutsu listened until it was all that she could bear. She ran off into the town, she was tired of waiting there. Sitting tight, watching the rain drip from the sky. Waiting for a notion. Waiting for an indication of something. they were all just waiting for someone to make the first move it seemed. She arrived in the town, a little drenched from the water still flowing from the clouds above. Rain pelted passers-by and shops (and bars) and rooftops. And then she saw it. [I]So this where aoshi and Bashi and Fei had gotten to. Fei already was here... Bashi went to fetch... And Aoshi got tired of waiting.[/I] She summized quickly, seeing all of the bounty hunters there. She was still a fair distance away, she had yet to be detected. Any further up however, she would been in their line of view. She had her gun on her, not well concealed she admitted, and she had her knives. [I]i probably won't be much help, but hey. At least it four against the multitude.[/I] Positive thoughts, she whispered in no breath. She was just moving her lips to form those two words. No sound escaped her while she climbed atop a roof to her right. She could see better from up here, rather than from down below. She grinned wickedly. A fight was about to begin.[/COLOR]

EDIT: I have TWO characters now. Name: Kineya Tor (Ken-a-yuh Tore) Captive Age: 18 Animal: Pheonix (the bird of fire) Invovlement: She's burned down about twenty houses. Power/weapon: Flight, the ablilty to rebirth from ash, keen eyes, beak, and talons Pic or Description: [url=http://scan.tucoo.com/QMan_Michael_Kaluta_Wings_of_Twilight/photo/QMan_MK_WOT_2115_The_Phoenix_Wings_of_Twilight.jpg]Kineya[/url] Look at the bird in the picture Character Snippet: Kineya watched carefully, head swaying like a snake before its charmer. She always watched at this time of night. Her firey red eyes pondered when the moment was right. She'd been here in this alternate universe for quite some time. She'd say she was one of the original that came here. It doesn't take but a few mess ups to get here. Here was a place where you would see every animal of the universe. She was one of them crazy birds... Well, she was made from fire, so she wasn't complaining. Fire was her friend. The other day she saw the typical dragon, a water sprite...like a wood nymph, but blue-clear instead of brownish-green, and a few parrots, annoying things they were. "A place you can call your own is a home." One of the more subdued had said to her. "Yeah, but if you're not supposed to be caged, then this isn't a home," she snapped at the otter. "And fire cannot be caged." Name: Memento 'Mori' Morralis Disciple Age: 18 Invovlement: She has watched as many people destroyed their lives. She learned of the diciples and felt what they were doing was right. Stoping the life of impure deeds to rebirth people anew in an animal form (much like the Hendu 'reincarnation' justification depending on whether a person would move up or down the latter by the way the person lived). She believed it down into her soul. Power/weapon: She has the power to blend in with the people she is with. She can act like the impure ones at any time and she has a staff that trasforms the impurities and sends them on their way. Pic or Description: [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v495/azurasea/anime.jpg]Mori[/url] The staff becomes a pen when not in use and the clothes become a normal outfit of flared blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a purple shirt (that looks like the dress in the picture). Character Snippet: Mori watched the centaur sturggle to his feet. She could tell she had lost a good amount of time subduing him, and he wasn't giving in. "You are going whether you find it nessicary or not, you're still connected with the imputities of this world!" She waved the staff and touched the new centaur's head. "Begone your unwilling nature. Become one with the body you've been given." She whispered as the thing was trasported to its new home. She walke away swiftly, trasforming her staff back into the pen she kept with her since she became a Diciple. Her dress shortened to become a shirt and her bare legs were covered immediately by her blue jeans. No one ever noticed a thing.

[COLOR=Green]Tsutsu awoke with a start when she heard the distant rumbling of thunder and wild screams coming from within the house. You could tell she was out of it, number one reason why she didn't take naps. She stood up, as if she'd been drinking, she stumbled around. She blinked and opened her eyes wide, blinking several times. She was a pretty heavy sleeper, but no one could sleep through what was going on. She saw no one besides herself in the mansion, [I]Ok, who's bright idea was it to frighten everyone?[/I] She asked herself, walking out of the door. Cool winds splashed the rain-water into her face. Rather than getting more mad, she felt better. Like the rain was a sort of rare drink that she had had only once, and longed for it ever since. She sighed and stepped further out of the 'palace'. The air was crisp, the taste was great. She smiled lightly in spite of herself. The days were going to be dark, she knew. She could tell. Not by the rain, no rain cloud could get her depressed. It was the death. Some would fall out of lack of strength of will. Some would fall for no clue as to how serious the situation was. Others would follow and prevail, avenging Lord Hoji and destorying the Europeans. [I]'Victory is a fickle thing, Tsuts. If won for the wrong reasons, it will taste as bitter as the worst tea. If you made the right reasons in achieving the victory, it'll be as sweet as any love or the best sake.' She smiled at Hoji-sama.[/I] [I]'Must you compare things in drinks, Hoji-sama?' He chuckled lightly and patted her on the back.[/I] [I]'Only on occassions, Tsutsu, only on occassions.'[/I] "I know this will be won for the right reasons, Hoji-sama." She listened to the rain fall upon the ground. [/COLOR]

Name: Tori Aleise Gender: Female Age: 17 Appearance: [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v495/azurasea/Individuality.jpg[/IMG] Personality: She is introverted, she is extroverted. The perfect split-persona. In school she wants to hide behind her books, poetry, and writing. In school she wants to be the wild child, throwing everything away, and saying she doesn't care. Outside school, she's a scared girl. Outside school, she's a temptress. She a kind person all around just...unique. Sometimes she feels like her life is torn in two. Moral Behavior: She's a virgin, but due to her split-personality, she seems to hate sluts and want to be one at the same time. In her split mind she finds murder and violence horrible and fancinating. She makes herself be a 'model student', but she doesn't want to supress the rebel inside (the main reasons to why she has a spilt-personality). She likes to flirt, but makes sure she doesn't go a little too far. Bio: Tori takes advanced classes as well as taking on extra-curricular activities. She likes being able to say that she's acceptable for colleges, but she has to go to therapy thanks to her wanting to be perfect. She usually controls herself from becoming too wild, longing for the end of the day.

[COLOR=Green]Tsutsu had tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't like the situtation. It reminded her too much of her brothers. She sat herself in an arm chair, burrying her forehead in her right palm. [I]Why'd I spend all my time bickering with them...[/I] She groaned woefully. The rain trickled down the window panes. She had always liked the rain. The rain was something to wash away what you had done. Something that gave you a second chance. Wash away all the blood, cry your tears, because when it stops, your queasiness and mouring are done with. [I]I'm going to cry as much as I can, to help more both the lord and my uncomplete mourning of my brothers.[/I] She listened to her thoughts echoing throughout her head. However someone startled her out of her stupor. "Hey, Aoshi," she whispered. Her voice was softer than normal. She wiped away the tears that had dried on her red cheeks. She swiped at her puffy eyes with her long sleeve. "You ok?" He asked, she nodded meaning that she would be. Thoughts about what she did after her brothers' deaths came to her in a fury. [I]I worked my ass off. When they had left, I worked with different types of swords. When I was told they were gone, I worked through my sorrow and became better than anyone my age. I became the perfect for of revenge. Vengence machine.[/I] She then realized what one of her purposes in the world was. Why she hadn't before... [I]I was built with a lust for revenge.[/I] She then remembered Aoshi being there. "You holding?" She asked, her voice becoming stronger. He nodded. "I am. Maybe you should get some rest, Tsuts." She smiled and shook her head softly. "You too, us older folks don't really need that much rest," Aoshi nodded and patted her left shoulder. "Whatever you say." Tsutsu now was the oldest of the Ronin group. Now that Lord Hoji was assassinated. She used her age as a joke because for some she was one to two years older, but she also used her age to irk some of the one she was six to eight years older. She leaned back into the warmth of the chair, her eyes closed softly. [I]I'll just close my eyes for a second...[/I][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue]Kalysta listened to the conversation, not speaking. She didn't want to. Her words would not have done the sentence justice. It would come out jumbled. But when Judas asked, she couldn't stop herself. "Fate is such a cruel thing," she stated simply, her voice unwavering. The normal, monotone voice she had used before. She sighed unhappily, silence flew over the group. What was happening, she didn't know. She just wished someone else would speak soon. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Purple]Alcina felt her cheek, and heard the whisper in the wind. She didn't really know what had just happened, the sun was rising now. She felt the power, oh the power, submerge back into its stone. Her strawberry blonde hair released itself from the braids, the hat just turned to glittering dust that covered her hair. She knew her eye color had turned back to normal as well. Her normal clothes were back on as well, but the same glittering substance fell over them. Diana was back to normal as were the others. She helped her friend to her feet. Diana was a bit woozy from the change back. Disorintated, like she hadn't been with them completely through the whole session. "We had better get out of here. We can't afford to be spotted." Everyone looked at Karne. His words were...quite true and if there was anything Alicna could afford, it was time to herself-with Lust. She needed to know what she was doing. How she could harness her power. How to affect people she knew Lust could. "Yeah." Sena took about three seconds to recover himself after his transforming back. [U][I]Because he was already like that when he didn't transform.[/I][/U] [I]I know.[/I] [U][I]You'll get like that eventually, you know.[/I][/U] Lust seemed to wink. [I]Yeah.[/I] She smiled again. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue]Kalysta crept quickly behind Sashanea, careful not to step on anyting that she could avoid. The pace was fast, yet managable for a long period of time. She noticed that Suzu was keeping up despise his...tendacy to be [I]very[/I] graceful. Ruby was at the end of the line, looking over his shoulder. She knew she wouldn't have a chance to get to speak with him about what was bothering him. Sashanea's steps were quite explict, Kalysta followed them almost as directly. All she could hear was the normality of the forest, things creeping in on the forest floor for example. It didn't seem that long after they had started to stealth their way across the land, avoiding Orcs, Ruby stopped them. "What is it?" She hissed in a low whisper. He shook his head to indicate not to speak. What was it that he had heard. She heard nothing other than their feets scraping the ground. [I]Maybe he's seen soemthing.[/I] She held her breath. But what had he seen?[/COLOR]

Heart took several steps away from the fending creatures. She stood her ground waiting for them to move into a resonable range for her to get the target. She had wasted five of her twelve 'daggers' and the remaining seven would need to be used wisely. If she could find some more glass, or better yet get into her locker. She flicked her wrist and threw a spike of glass at the on-coming group of alien animals. Six left. She would need to find a place to hide soon. There were more than six of those creatures there. [I]This si not looking too good.[/I] She looked down for a second at her hand holding all of the glass shards. Backwards was the only way she was going to be getting anywhere. She took two more of the ever growing population of 'things' out, still leaving behind a good number of its kind to attack her. [I]Yeah, this is good. I'm armed with four shards of glass against twenty or so alien creatures that could probably kill me in an instant. [B]Oh yes, this is completely fair.[/B][/I] She decided to run for it...well if there was such a thing as running backwards, that's what she did. [I]Those things could kill me, like hell I'm turning my back on them.[/I]

Name: Tsutsu Ninnishi (Suit-soo Nin-nish-e) Nickname: Tsuts (Suits) Age: 28 Gender: Female Faction: Ronin Personality: A lax, yet fiery desposition, Tsutsu doesn't fall into any category too quickly. Friends know her to be a bit forward and straight up, unlike most females. She likes to play it straight and make sure everyone gets his due. Especially when sent on a mission. A great person to be around for her fun nature, a deadly enemy if angered in any such way that makes her feel insignificant (or angered at all, truth be told). Appearance: Her willowy body flows from a 5'6" stature. With captivating aquamarine eyes, fair-yet lightly freckled and soft skin gives her the natural look of young. Her raven black hair falls just below her shoulder-blades with tints of silver-white around the edges. She wears a wide variety of clothing, and with her fair skin and the freckles, she's able to be seen as a European with black dye in her hair at first glance. Normally when sent to see anyone, she will were a fine dress or a kimono. If her ensamble allows she will where boots. She's a well canidate for some missions that called for the 'finese' of war. Most of the trinkets she wears, such as a large ring on her forefinger and the sapphire heart-shaped locket, store various powders that knock out a person for a large amount of time if they had been drinking when slipped the drug. The person could become poisoned when taking the drug or the controller of the powders could even paralyze the wanted person. Weapon: Elegantly carved daggers (most of them stolen from late victims) and two black pistols (from one of her first European kills). The daggers are easily stored in her obi (sash) of her kimono or in her petticoats of the European dresses. Her guns are stored in her petticoats of the European dresses and are strapped to her calves tightly (so they are sure never to fall off) when her mission requires a kimono. When she's allowed to wear boots (and dress down for minor missions) she holds the pistols on her belt, in holisters, and puts her daggers in her boots. Fighting Style: Tsutsu toys with her prey. She takes her time with the kill. On the times others are with her, she is usually told to wrap it up quickly. Because it's 'you do it, or I will' type of thing that happens with her. She uses a unique stealth technique, no smokescreens required. She takes the ninja techinique of manipulating shadows and mixes it with her own twist-the alluring, sensual design of a helpless maiden. She uses the powders in her trinkets with this idea. Her guns and daggers are used to prolong pain, mostly the daggers are used as torture devices. Short Bio: Tsutsu had lived in the far north of Japan when she first learned about the government needing abled bodied persons to fight for the lord. She had watched her brothers go, her parents first children. They were twins and her mother didn't want to let her go, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was about thirteen, at that age she could've been sent off, but everyone knew that women weren't going to be allowed unless absolutely nessicary. She and her brothers would spar with each other for fun, but she never went easy on them, even when they were easy on her. During the years, she progressed in the forest behind her house. She learned how to use katanas and spears that her father had let her borrow. He was always so kind to her, and everything she wanted from him, without taking advantage, she got. Honestly though, she fell into her own when she was allowed to use the daggers one day because the katana's blade was dull and her father had to sharpen it. She insisted on another weapon and her father brought out the unusual daggers, he had called them kunai. He had also brought out a set of regular daggers as well. She took one of each and went into the forest, no returning until late in the evening. Upon uncovering her house for the umpteenth time, she saw something that was out of place and it had been four years since she had seen the many people. She bowed to the lord and to her parents for her lateness, and apologizing. Her mother, who had always been strict, told her now was not the time. The lord looked at her, she was almost as tall as he. Then he spoke. "I am afraid, my dear, that it should be I apologizing to you. Your brothers were killed, a short while back. That is why I am here." It struck her as hard as a slap in the face. She did not cry though, crying will be for later. "Allow me to go." The lord shook his head in remorse for her lose of family. Her mother motioned for her to stay quiet. "I'm just as good, if not better, than they. Let me go in their places. I wil count for four men. I have trained nearly my whole life with them. Four years ago I started practicing by myself. Forcing myself to become better than them when they came back. Allow me to fight and get vengance." The lord looked at her questioningly, as if thinking about how he was going to respond. "No, I will not lose you too." Her mother was crying now. Tsutsu didn't care. She wanted to fight. "I will be better than most that fight for you, because I want to fight. I want to destory the obsticles in your way." He considered her a few more moments and then agreed. Her father hugged her, and he told her that he loved her and to come home safely. She nodded and hogged her mother and her mother, who had never shown so much emotion in front of guests, wrapped her arms around her daughter, as if protecting her from the outside world. Her father handed her his now sharpened katana. "What is your name?" The lord asked her as the two moved towards the caravan and the company the lord had brought followed in tow. "Ninnishi, Tsutsu." "Suits, Tsuts." She smiled. Character Snippet: Tsutsu walked escorted by two men. Another 'fancy' mission as she called it. She needed to go incogneto and dress in a pink and black kimono. She liked the dressing up, but the getas...the shoes were murder on her feet. She and her colleagues were going for a party for Europeans and a couple of the Japanese supporters. She was given the invite by the Ronin's surregate leader. It was quite the entertainment of her month. She hadn't been allowed to go on about five missions due to a wound in her thigh. She didn't want to irritate the wound by having to strap the pistols to her thighs. However it was hard to decline some of the missions she missed out on. "Ready, Miss Nanoka?" One of her 'escorts' said calmly. "Whenever you two are, Misters Johoha and Fisin." She beamed at the two and they lead her inside the party. It was quite the little party. A Mistress' Kimono, a famos house of geishas, had a few there. She looked at the painted dolls. All ten of them, plus the owner of the house, were all dressed up like fragile little angels. Though, Tsutsu knew better than to think of them as angels. They were nothing close to innocent. She kissed both of her armed men on the cheek, their signal to leave immediately for she had found the one who they were killing tonight. She swayed over to the man, he was aged, but not ragged. He smiled drunkenly at her. "Are you my company for tonight?" He asked her coyly. She faked a blush, just accutely off the true thing. [I]I'll be your last company.[/I] She thought brutally, not showing a thing besides innocence. He pulled her close, she lay submissive in his arms. She could smell the sake on his breath, she could see the redening nose. He led her out of the room and into another. She didn't wait for him to undress though. She unwrapped the obi in her kimono, a dagger in each skilled hand. The front of her dress slipped open, exposing some skin, but not enough. He reached out for her, and she striked. His shoulder bleed profusely and he staggered back, falling onto the futon. "You *****!" She snatched at her thigh and pulled out a pistol. She walked up to him, dagger in one hand, pistol in another. She plundged the dagger deep into his right shoulder. He winced at the pain, and gasped for air. She then removed the dagger that she stuck in him when he reached out for her. She stabbed him in the lung. A cry of pain escaped his lips. "You deserve this. I am doing this to you because you've earned every puncture I make." She removed the other dagger and repeated the process of piercing the flesh, blood flowing from the new wound in addition to the other three. She took out both of the daggers. Threw one like a ninja star at his throat, missing that special vein. The other went into his right arm's tendon. He cryed silent tears of blood. She grinned at the sickening picture. She removed both of her daggers and cleaned them. She waited another ten minutes. "May you rot in hell." She shot the dying man, and in all of the ruckus of the party, no one heard the shot. She quickly wrapped her knife infested obi around herself and walked out. She took her two escorts out, leading them by their hands, a signal saying loud and clear, if her malicous smile didn't: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

[I]This is probably the craziest thing I've ever seen...right up there with Land of the Dead and all of those other gory horror films. And they're not even horror...[/I] She thought as she watched from a distance. She didn't trust herself with a gun...especially with machine guns. And swords or blades or were out of the question because of a nice little thing called 'anything too long that's sharp, you'll kill yourself'. And she probably would, get just a little too happy with the slicing and dicing. She nodded matter of factly. Daggers were her thing. Not any longer than from her wrist to the tip of her hand. But, seeing as her...um, "supplies"-not that she used them on people...more than twice-were in the school's gym, she was screwed in close combat, even though she used daggers as ranged weapons. [I]If I could only...[/I] She grinned, spotting splintered pieces of glass, just laying there. She smirked. [I]Now someone could get hurt with these here. I'll just...dispose of them.[/I] She picked up all of them. [I]About twelve[/I] she thought as she counted. Her smile faltered somewhat. [I]Running...damn it all to hell.[/I] She like to run, just in small doses. [I]Too much of a ba-I mean-good thing.[/I] She was going to be playing hop-scotch, dodge-freaky-creatures, Darts. Hop-scotch and Darts she could live with, but she shuddered with what those other creatures could do...

[COLOR=RoyalBlue]Kalysta couldn't believe it. [I]It's my fault![/I] She wanted to scream, cry, anything. [I]I shouldn't have shot the thing...[/I] Sashanea looked at her, with regret on her face as well. [I]Javen...[/I] She wanted to cry, it was her fault. [I]It was me who had riled the damn thing up. Javen...[/I] She blinked away the tears, his complement fresh in her mind. "I won't die," she said in a low, murmured whisper. "I'm too stubborn." That last word caught her attention. [I]He was also stubborn, possibly a little more than I am... I'm going to kill you for giving up so quickly Javen.[/I] A cold breeze blew her water-colored hair. The others were ahead of her now, but she turned to face the place they had just left, a friend still inside. She wanted to run in there and get him out, but so weak she was. She wouldn't have made much of an impression. "You weren't playing fair, you know." She grabbed one of her arrows and using the small, sharp tip, she cut a lock of her hair. Using some string, she tied the lock to the arrow. Putting the arrow in her bow she shot it at the tree beside the opening of the cave. Anyone who left the cave unharmed would see it plain as day. She turned around and caught up with the group. Sashanea looked at her, and pointed at the left side of Kalysta's hair, where Kalysta had cut off a piece of hair. Kalysta shook her head, not wanting to tell what she did. It wasn't a big thing, she just did it because it made her feel a little bit better. But only just a little.[/COLOR]

Rae looked at everyone. [I]This is serious...[/I] She unconciously bite her bottom lip. [I]I have no idea how bad things like that could get...but still, it sounds catostrophic.[/I] The two parents looked at each other. [I]They can't let that little girl...just... Well, what am I thinking? I have no say about that.[/I] She looked down at her empty plate. She had finished moments before the mom came back saying that they could get on with business. She gave Striker a sideways glance. [I]He looks...[/I] she mentally slapped herself, [I]lonely...[/I] she invented, though that word was not even in the same field as to what she was trully going for. She mentally slapped herself again, [I]ok, I'm good.[/I] She smiled inwardly. She touched one of her rusty red locks, fiddling with it just a little.