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Alrighty. And the summoning?
Yo... Gecko... I'd hire you to be a historian any day. Litterally you have no idea how helpful this is every damn rp needs a secretary now.
You still can't learn unless you're taught, especially in the world of Assassins. I'm not saying she can't master it, but really... every master has had to learn from someone :/
*looks at above comment* you still didn't remove her being the daughter of Death then? Let me ask you this then. "How does Death itself bring about life of it's own?"
Something my friend pointed out to me.
Edit: Nvm
Something my friend pointed out to me.
Edit: Nvm
I am impressed with your stride, Mythos. I would like to apologize for anything offensive I had said to you during my critique. I'm more passionate over my beliefs than anything else. The only point remaining is that she is too powerful in her fighting skills, especially considering shes had no prior training. You mentioned she was a natural with stealing, and that can be learnt over time, but wielding a blade is no joke.
It takes many years to master that, much less summoning. Summoning anything would be a minor thing at best, even the most trained of mages have to surround themselves in their studies for what you proclaim to be learned on hand. Healing I'll give with the incarnation demon, but not being able to die takes away from the tension of the possibility of dying, don't you think?
It takes many years to master that, much less summoning. Summoning anything would be a minor thing at best, even the most trained of mages have to surround themselves in their studies for what you proclaim to be learned on hand. Healing I'll give with the incarnation demon, but not being able to die takes away from the tension of the possibility of dying, don't you think?
Not agaiiin Dx
Deja took the sword with a small smile. Just as she began to feel up the blade, a voice in her mind caused her to nearly drop the master sword. She blinked behind her blindfold and was silent a moment before relaxing and feeling the blade again. A small chuckle bubbled from her lips when she realized the source of her fright.
"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."
She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.
"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."
She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.
Deja took the sword with a small smile. Just as she began to feel up the blade, a voice in her mind caused her to nearly drop the master sword. She blinked behind her blindfold and was silent a moment before relaxing and feeling the blade again. A small chuckle bubbled from her lips when she realized the source of her fright.
"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."
She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.
"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."
She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.
Deja took the sword with a small smile. Just as she began to feel up the blade, a voice in her mind caused her to nearly drop the master sword. She blinked behind her blindfold and was silent a moment before relaxing and feeling the blade again. A small chuckle bubbled from her lips when she realized the source of her fright.
"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."
She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.
"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."
She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.
Deja took the sword with a small smile. Just as she began to feel up the blade, a voice in her mind caused her to nearly drop the master sword. She blinked behind her blindfold and was silent a moment before relaxing and feeling the blade again. A small chuckle bubbled from her lips when she realized the source of her fright.
"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."
She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.
"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."
She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.
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