| Creed of Constillations; Pick a sign, any sign!!! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 23 2007, 06:24 PM (8,385 Views) | |
| Twilight Sage | Nov 16 2007, 07:39 PM Post #391 |
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Seth: Well, I think it's time we get to sleep. We've got a plan to pull off and little time to do it. Besides, I got an offer for a floral decorator for the dance coming up at the high school. Maybe a chance for a little money, Aoshi? |
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| Malceure | Nov 16 2007, 07:49 PM Post #392 |
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Aoshi stood up abruptly, a fire of passion in his eyes. Aoshi: "Yes! I shall the job, and earn enough money to pay for Seth's wage this week! Nothing will stop me now, I..." As he declared this speech, supposively to himself, he tripped over his clumsy feet, and landed several feet from the group. |
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| Hitogoroshi | Nov 16 2007, 07:54 PM Post #393 |
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Kama: "I was going to tell you to be careful, but when I flashed on you falling, I was kinda busy eating." Kama took a bite out of his sandwich and chuckled to himself. (OOC: When I say flashing, I mean seeing the future.) |
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| Twilight Sage | Nov 16 2007, 07:56 PM Post #394 |
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Seth: Good to know! I'll tell them on Monday. Tommorow's Saturday, so it'll be easy on all of us. I'll meet you all at the flower shop tommorow! With that, he took out a skateboard, and skated away. Before disappearing from view, the group could see him grinding on some things, and grab a car's rim, pulling him away. |
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| Malceure | Nov 16 2007, 07:58 PM Post #395 |
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Aoshi: "Oh, yes, and I need to go close the flower shop. Funny how time flies." He raced on to his shop, waving good bye as he ran. "Cya tomarrow!" |
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Nov 16 2007, 08:04 PM Post #396 |
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Sean watched as everyone left, and then got up. Sean: "Hmm... movie store? No, the boss gave me today off. Oh well; I guess I'll just hop around the rooftops for a bit and see if anything is going on." Sean dashed towards and alleyway and bounced off the walls, landing on a rooftop in a matter of seconds. He then began quickly jumping across the roofs, moving too quickly for the human eye to notice, surveying the busy city below. |
 
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| Hitogoroshi | Nov 16 2007, 08:08 PM Post #397 |
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Kama acrobatically fled the scene, heading back to wherever-the-hell he came from. |
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| Twilight Sage | Nov 16 2007, 08:09 PM Post #398 |
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Seth finally reaches his private appartment, and runs in. His appartment looks almost like a mansion. There's a nice tv, bed, and kitchen. He checked in the fridge, and microwaved some leftover meat and vegetables. He slouched on the chair, waiting for the day to come. |
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| SMBEffect | Nov 16 2007, 09:24 PM Post #399 |
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Iquis said goodbye and headed back to his own home to stay the night. Unsuprisingly, his mother didn't even notice, and almost didn't notice him. He went to bed early, but he couldn't sleep. |
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Nov 17 2007, 06:01 AM Post #400 |
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Sato was left to clean up, muttering and grumbling. "Idiots come and mess up my backyard and don't even think about helping." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| RunawayRed | Nov 17 2007, 11:42 AM Post #401 |
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Gosai: "Hey need some help cleaning up?" And with that Gosai took out an arrow and shot it a a piece or bread. The arrow went right through and and the arrow stuck into the fence. "Hey sorry about today, I've been traveling a bit and these are new parts to me. I saw your friend calling duds in the fireworks at that minute I knew you had powers. So I thought you were a threat to me." Gosai then took his arrow out of the fence. "I never introduced myself, I'm Gosai as you may know I'm a Sagittarius, and a natural born killer. I hope to learn all your names, and I would like to join your 'group' or whatever it is. I think my skills would help you out a great deal." |
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Nov 17 2007, 11:46 AM Post #402 |
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Sato sighed and closed his eyes, clearly still having difficulty taking this entire superhuman idea in. "My name's Sato. And I would appreciate help Mr. Gosai." Sato dragged some paper plates and food scraps across the table into a garbage bag. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| RunawayRed | Nov 17 2007, 11:50 AM Post #403 |
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Gosai stabs a couple of paper plates onto his arrow and shakes them off into the garbage can. Gosai: "So I would like to know a little more about what your group's intent is. I'm very interested in helping." |
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Nov 17 2007, 11:55 AM Post #404 |
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"Hah." Sato belted and stooped over to pick up some more garbage. "Well, our group doesn't really have a goal at the moment. Though it seems to be consumed with curiosity over finding a Capricorn. I guess you could say that's our goal." Sato sneezed twice, then put some garbage in the bag. "I swear...if I get another cold..." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| RunawayRed | Nov 17 2007, 12:04 PM Post #405 |
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Gosai: " A Capricorn you say.... hmmm.... I don't remember.... but I thinkI had a cousin who was a Capricorn. This is not much help to you now though because he died about a year ago." Gosai paused a looked up into the sky, a tear went down his cheek. "Me and my cousin, Aoiro, were good friends. But he never told me he was a Capricorn; I found out later when it was too late." |
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