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"An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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You got my interest. I'll get a signup started and hopefully finished tonight.
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Yusuke tapped his index finger against the gray surface of his desk. There was gentle light in the room, casting dauntingly over the sheet of paper. He had never thought about his own hero costume but once he did his mind ran with the idea. He focused intricately on the design and practical enhancements one could provide. With that circling largely in his mindspace, he begun scribbling down the outfit.
In his mind he could see himself clearly. Standing calmly in front of some daunting enemy, looking assuring and far too confident.
He wore such a simple outfit that in itself was really baffling. He wore a stormy long-sleeve shirt, black trouser tucked into black buckled boots, and a ragged green cloak/cape that fell to his mid-back in a torn fashion. Like his scarf it was wrapped snuggly around his neck in several layers both covering his mouth and hiding his surgical mask. Despite himself, the only benefit of his outfit came from green cloak which was weaved from hard, solar-panel-esque material that could ideally upkeep his psionic-skin without his intervention.
He wore such a simple outfit that in itself was really baffling. He wore a stormy long-sleeve shirt, black trouser tucked into black buckled boots, and a ragged green cloak/cape that fell to his mid-back in a torn fashion. Like his scarf it was wrapped snuggly around his neck in several layers both covering his mouth and hiding his surgical mask. Despite himself, the only benefit of his outfit came from green cloak which was weaved from hard, solar-panel-esque material that could ideally upkeep his psionic-skin without his intervention.
On his sheet of paper were two images; one of a blank figure from the front with his ideal outfit on and one from the back. Yusuke handed in his sheet of paper to the teacher, sat back down, then begun letting his mind occupy itself with other issues.
@AHeartlessNobody It was perfect. Hopefully I'm typing up to par.
We are. I hadn’t checked the thread in awhile, my fault. I’ll get a post up soonish
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@Tenma Tendo @LemonZest1337 @OneStoryToMany
Actually I'm just going to go ahead and shut this down. With my new job taking up so much of my energy, I just don't have the dedication it takes to run my own RP. Hope to catch you guys in other great stories.
@Tenma Tendo @LemonZest1337 @OneStoryToMany
Actually I'm just going to go ahead and shut this down. With my new job taking up so much of my energy, I just don't have the dedication it takes to run my own RP. Hope to catch you guys in other great stories.
He busied himself with the technical procedures and nuances of the ship. His pale fingers skipped from buttons to sliders, from mathematical readouts to images of entire space-systems. He knew where they were going; so those were unnecessary. Even still, he studied the system with all the focus of a padawan. He wanted his mind busy; for his heart to be made deaf with the complications of the starship.
It didn't take long for him to realize it was failing. He scowled, certain that Odd couldn't see and hence wouldn't worry. He removed what little of his agitation remained in the Force, dampening it with purposeful waves of neutrality. Waves that counteracted any shifts or changes, waves that for some reason caused him to be veiled.
Hearing Odette draw closer to him caused him to falter in his attempt. His emotions breached through and returned as they were before, an irritable ripple in the Force. A low feral sound thrummed in his throat.
Her hand grasped his own and he turned away from her; the silence was a slow burn for him. When she finally spoke, his face became taunt with shame. There was nothing like feeling her touch, both physically and in that rare space in the Force but it was her concern that angered him. And even more so to think that he had been trying to keep her in the dark. To her keep her... happy.
His mind became flushed with emotions and images that felt not his own. It was like watching his life in the boots of someone else. He shook his head of it, neither slowly nor erratically but purposefully. He wanted to reclaim himself. "I know," came his gentle bass.
He stood from the metallic chair, more broken then ever. He could himself splitting. "Listen, Odd. I just- I just need to meditate in the Force for awhile. Find my center." His hand, loose and uncoiled tugged from her grasp as he started for the kitchen/meditation chamber. But he paused at the door, letting the swooshing sound of the automatic entrance fill the sterling cabin.
"I'm sorry for worrying you. You'll never understand just how much. If I knew how to be rid of this, how to just be happy with you, Odette. I know the Force has my answers, I just need to find them." He stood awhile longer at the door, managing a weary but kind smile. "If at all possible lets keep this between me and you, please?"
It didn't take long for him to realize it was failing. He scowled, certain that Odd couldn't see and hence wouldn't worry. He removed what little of his agitation remained in the Force, dampening it with purposeful waves of neutrality. Waves that counteracted any shifts or changes, waves that for some reason caused him to be veiled.
Hearing Odette draw closer to him caused him to falter in his attempt. His emotions breached through and returned as they were before, an irritable ripple in the Force. A low feral sound thrummed in his throat.
Her hand grasped his own and he turned away from her; the silence was a slow burn for him. When she finally spoke, his face became taunt with shame. There was nothing like feeling her touch, both physically and in that rare space in the Force but it was her concern that angered him. And even more so to think that he had been trying to keep her in the dark. To her keep her... happy.
His mind became flushed with emotions and images that felt not his own. It was like watching his life in the boots of someone else. He shook his head of it, neither slowly nor erratically but purposefully. He wanted to reclaim himself. "I know," came his gentle bass.
He stood from the metallic chair, more broken then ever. He could himself splitting. "Listen, Odd. I just- I just need to meditate in the Force for awhile. Find my center." His hand, loose and uncoiled tugged from her grasp as he started for the kitchen/meditation chamber. But he paused at the door, letting the swooshing sound of the automatic entrance fill the sterling cabin.
"I'm sorry for worrying you. You'll never understand just how much. If I knew how to be rid of this, how to just be happy with you, Odette. I know the Force has my answers, I just need to find them." He stood awhile longer at the door, managing a weary but kind smile. "If at all possible lets keep this between me and you, please?"
There were times when the Force was unmanageable for him. Voices of the past slithered through time-space, weaving their own place inside his head. One was loud, unbearably so and filled with a shaking rage boundless in its fury. The molten planet bellowed and spit fire. The dark-clothed figure was enraged, he wore it on his face, and behind him stood Odd. Her face as serene as ever, her hair blowing but sticky with sweat; her eyes hurt. His Odd was hurt.
Don't make me kill you, the man told Odette. His voice rippled between his own and the Dark Knight from his other visions.
No, Ben rebuked, shaking his head behind the pillar.
Odd and himself trudged over through the swamplands. BB-8 circled his legs as Odette tucked the piece inside of BB-11. He rested his hand on his head and found his temperature worrisome. But no way would he let that show. He had too much riding on his destiny, on his shoulders, his heritage. Planetary prince and Jedi; if things went smoothly he could control the galaxy himself.
Ben looked at Odd the moment she turned to him. There was a smile waiting for her though his voice was stern. "We did great, Odd. We got the piece and took down stormtroopers along the way. Not to mention we got information about this "First Order". This is the best possible outcome. Still," Ben continued as he shifted his attention back to the temple. "We should get back to the ship before they come scouring the swamps for us." He started off into the dense swamplands, BB-8 close by let a sad whirl and beep loose.
The way back was covered in Ben's unease. It was heavy in the Force, touched by fear and anger. I will fall. I can't!
Anakin, you're breaking my heart! shouted a woman far, far, away. It was like a hushed accusation, one that echoed.
Ben paused on the very wide branch they were traversing, the hues of verdant camouflaged their earthen robes. "Did you say something, Odd?" he wondered; despite realizing--too late--that it was another Force Ripple. "N-Never mind." he growled, raking his curls harshly and stomping off. "Sometimes it feels like I'm crazy."
Don't make me kill you, the man told Odette. His voice rippled between his own and the Dark Knight from his other visions.
No, Ben rebuked, shaking his head behind the pillar.
Odd and himself trudged over through the swamplands. BB-8 circled his legs as Odette tucked the piece inside of BB-11. He rested his hand on his head and found his temperature worrisome. But no way would he let that show. He had too much riding on his destiny, on his shoulders, his heritage. Planetary prince and Jedi; if things went smoothly he could control the galaxy himself.
Ben looked at Odd the moment she turned to him. There was a smile waiting for her though his voice was stern. "We did great, Odd. We got the piece and took down stormtroopers along the way. Not to mention we got information about this "First Order". This is the best possible outcome. Still," Ben continued as he shifted his attention back to the temple. "We should get back to the ship before they come scouring the swamps for us." He started off into the dense swamplands, BB-8 close by let a sad whirl and beep loose.
The way back was covered in Ben's unease. It was heavy in the Force, touched by fear and anger. I will fall. I can't!
Anakin, you're breaking my heart! shouted a woman far, far, away. It was like a hushed accusation, one that echoed.
Ben paused on the very wide branch they were traversing, the hues of verdant camouflaged their earthen robes. "Did you say something, Odd?" he wondered; despite realizing--too late--that it was another Force Ripple. "N-Never mind." he growled, raking his curls harshly and stomping off. "Sometimes it feels like I'm crazy."
@AHeartlessNobody Awesome ^_^
The airship rocked and titled in the sky, sending the random, heavy objects of the room skidding forward. Furniture scrapped harshly against the ground, bodies groaned and screamed, while others were eerily silent during their chaotic jumbling. Beel watched, from the safety of an unhinged rail overhead. It was there, while he smirked with an odd sense of excitement that he noticed the girl he had smacked away.
So she's from Meteor City as well? she's a giant one isn't she. With a flare for the dramatic, Beel swung himself up, twisted in the air like a gymnast, and stuck the landing. He dropped down to a crouch and eye'd her. She was still up and at'em after getting smacked with his Ren? she was a tough one. More importantly was the fact that she was a meteorite like himself.
He was reaching out for the collar of her shirt when a loud alarm roared to life. It bellowed low and high until a voice cut through it. The voice was serene and calm, making it easy for the sheep to find solace.
"Everything is aye-okay everyone. We will be making an emergency landing in Yorknew City off the coast of Yorbia. I repeat, we will be making an emergency landing in Yorknew City. Until then strap in and ignore the turbulence best you can."
Beel let his gaze fall back to the pink-haired woman. "Looks like we won't have to jump ship. I had planned such an interesting exit too," he told the agonized girl.
The silver-haired teen smiled and patted her head twice. "Wrong answer, normally, but its a good answer in this case. Follow, I'll take you in my car."
The sky had faded into a even darker hue now. It wasn't that much later but it seemed that way. Close by was a sleek, silver car. It was the type that exuded wealth and danger, yet compared to the youth who entered its driver seat, the vehicle seemed more like a companion than a mindless object. The two was on equal-planes; both cool and sleek; both dangerous. He stood at his door, waiting for the little girl to get inside.
"Where exactly do you live, Girly." he asked, laying his chin in his folded arms on top of the vehicle.
"It must be nice to forget. Others are finding it much harder," he said, maintaining a sharp cool. What it is you owe. Did you think the Shadow Beasts were something you could slither away from? You could just escape. Your deeds have been tallied Ms. Birdy. Time to collect."
His aura was so dark and calm, so feral and focused that it took the light from around them. Only the moon was left before the trio and it was fading. The young boy disappeared from the scene, the paper in his hand falling to the ground.
"You look so happy now." Kinly said, his cute voice delivering a somber tone. But how can you when you're covered in blood? So much blood."
The man's En so powerful and perceptive that he was at ease in front of the Nen user. "Astley is the name of your assassin, Shadow Beast. I'll tell you now that no matter what you do, you won't beat me. Not with only your voice. So let me make this painless for you."
"Let him give your victims true peace," pleaded Kinly's disembodied voice .
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