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AsuraAs we narrow down the sheets, in what is easily the most in depth character review sessions I've ever been in, I am pleased to announce that either this evening, or tomorrow before 6 PM EST, the infamous Lobby will be posted and IC will commence. Several of you already know the deal, and the rest will learn.
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Working, essentially, second shift blows. I hate getting home after midnight. xD
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Any day now, I'll have my first kid. Mini Rilla. #Awesome
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We apologize for the delay. But we are in the final bit of sheets. This has been a more in depth review process then some of my regulars are probably used too. The IC should start in the next couple of days.
@Tasuke I'd still need a sheet so maybe. Depending on the amount of people we will need to fill up
How dare you.
He was back again, the harsh tundra that shines bright white with snow and not much else. There were a people here, and animals, but otherwise this place was virtually devoid of life, as many animals were not accustomed to this level of cold, one that could reach down past your very bones and into your soul to provide a chill. There was nothing here for him, except one thing, and that was what he had sought to avoid before being forced back here.
Rosuto, his father, wanted to speak with him but as always would not jus whisk him away to the land of powerful spirits, but instead, forced him to travel to his domain via specialized gate. There were at least four, but oddly, three of the four were not active. He'd wanted to avoid the guardian of the tundra gate, Pikatok, going so far as to travel the nearly impossible distance and checking the gate that her supremely powerful Husband, Drom, sometimes guarded. When that produced not welcome effects, as the man was missing, he tried the gate to the West, guarded by Limand, the Sceptre of the West.
RyuKyu, did you also find it odd that Limand was not at his post. He mused aloud, fully knowing that unless there was great danger, RyuKyu would not be making an appearance here. He was born of earth and fire, not snow and Frost.
In either event, hand in his newfound weapon, Wukong, a bestial key that took the shape of a decently sized staff, he continued on his trek through the cold. To hopefully garner passage to his father by way it the only gate he had yet to checks. Hers.
On his approach, he thought back to the former times he used this gate. Once resulted in him not only outlasting Pikatok, but beating her as well - even if she did swell his eye. The next, he attempted the same strategy, but she was prepared and managed to avoid it, and land a solid, electrically infused, punch the eye she damaged. He cursed her name every day since, because he lost that eye.
But perhaps he should have thanked her. Without taking that loss, he would not have leaned the truth about his skin, his Creature Skin, that allowed some keys to take over as parts of his body. Alas though, he was back here - going to face her to the third time and as many years it seemed like.
His approach was not stealthy, it would have done no good here, they were solidly in her domain. Having known Pikatok for as long as he had, he could tell what level of power she was, and today, he would be in for the fight of his life. She was bigger, and covered in more fur than a wholly mammoth. There was another dead giveaway to her mood and power. Pikatok lived and died by way of her Anchor. When in an enraged state it was her weapon of choice.
Pikatok, Kei'taro said as he came within hearing distance, You do not seem to be in the mood for this and neither am I. I ask that you kindly just allow me passage. As fruitless as he knew it would be, he had to try. He had grown up, more hair on his face, a little taller, more defined. Without Kusanagi, he seemed more regal, more kind.
His left hand reached up and adjusted the patch of his afflicted eye, a constant reminder of what she had done to him. He didn't need it, his eyes were fixed - but she, nor any opponent, needed to know what was different about that particular eye now.
Kei'taro stared across the fifty foot expanse, all snow, and up towards the giant of a woman. Thunderbird, Kusanagi, and Tortoise Shell would not work this time, but he had another plan that would surely catch her by surprise.
Rosuto, his father, wanted to speak with him but as always would not jus whisk him away to the land of powerful spirits, but instead, forced him to travel to his domain via specialized gate. There were at least four, but oddly, three of the four were not active. He'd wanted to avoid the guardian of the tundra gate, Pikatok, going so far as to travel the nearly impossible distance and checking the gate that her supremely powerful Husband, Drom, sometimes guarded. When that produced not welcome effects, as the man was missing, he tried the gate to the West, guarded by Limand, the Sceptre of the West.
RyuKyu, did you also find it odd that Limand was not at his post. He mused aloud, fully knowing that unless there was great danger, RyuKyu would not be making an appearance here. He was born of earth and fire, not snow and Frost.
In either event, hand in his newfound weapon, Wukong, a bestial key that took the shape of a decently sized staff, he continued on his trek through the cold. To hopefully garner passage to his father by way it the only gate he had yet to checks. Hers.
On his approach, he thought back to the former times he used this gate. Once resulted in him not only outlasting Pikatok, but beating her as well - even if she did swell his eye. The next, he attempted the same strategy, but she was prepared and managed to avoid it, and land a solid, electrically infused, punch the eye she damaged. He cursed her name every day since, because he lost that eye.
But perhaps he should have thanked her. Without taking that loss, he would not have leaned the truth about his skin, his Creature Skin, that allowed some keys to take over as parts of his body. Alas though, he was back here - going to face her to the third time and as many years it seemed like.
His approach was not stealthy, it would have done no good here, they were solidly in her domain. Having known Pikatok for as long as he had, he could tell what level of power she was, and today, he would be in for the fight of his life. She was bigger, and covered in more fur than a wholly mammoth. There was another dead giveaway to her mood and power. Pikatok lived and died by way of her Anchor. When in an enraged state it was her weapon of choice.
Pikatok, Kei'taro said as he came within hearing distance, You do not seem to be in the mood for this and neither am I. I ask that you kindly just allow me passage. As fruitless as he knew it would be, he had to try. He had grown up, more hair on his face, a little taller, more defined. Without Kusanagi, he seemed more regal, more kind.
His left hand reached up and adjusted the patch of his afflicted eye, a constant reminder of what she had done to him. He didn't need it, his eyes were fixed - but she, nor any opponent, needed to know what was different about that particular eye now.
Kei'taro stared across the fifty foot expanse, all snow, and up towards the giant of a woman. Thunderbird, Kusanagi, and Tortoise Shell would not work this time, but he had another plan that would surely catch her by surprise.
Alright, ladies and gents. Sorry for the delay. Sign ups have extended to next Sunday, and All sheets WILL be approved by then.
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