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Post by Lucite Forte on Dec 19, 2011 22:07:06 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: f0f0f0; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #625C5E; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;] [/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]TAGS: Akira, Lucite
NOTES: Too kind to kill. She was wearing this at the time, by the way.
CODED BY TSU DOLL OF
LOVE STAMP[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]It was evening, the sunset beginning to fall into the night.
The girl, petite, bright, and beaming, sang the melody to the rhythm Lucite happily strummed on her guitar as she walked the dark streets of castle town. An odd time for a child to remain outside so late, for most of the children have gone home and have started to eat dinner or so, but no one seemed to mind. After all, they enjoyed listening to her songs about happiness, joy, and sometimes love. The lamp posts were lit dimly as people of various races and vocations strolled along, glancing every now and then at the girl, only to continue on with their life. Lucite just skipped along with her eyes closed, following along the walls of the buildings as her guide. At a time like this, she was a potential threat for thievery, but the girl did not mind, for she had nothing much of value for thieves to steal, disregarding her guitar.
Speaking of which, during her time of enjoyment in her music while being blinded on her own, she had unintentionally slipped into a small, dark alley. What was to come is very obvious – a pair of men dressed in shaggy clothes had pushed her into the wall, holding a knife up to Lucite's neck. They'd threatened her for her money and belongings with hostile voices. Staring down at the knife with a bit of confusion, she retained a large smile on her lips, eyes maintaining that bright violet cheerfulness. Continuing to strum her guitar, she cocked her head to the side.
“Now, lets not be harsh. I have nothing of true interest...Maybe cookies will suffice?”[/style] |
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Akira Shikigami
Human
Lonely Shadowed Assassin[M0n:20]
Death is only a part of life. But most death's delay that part of life
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Post by Akira Shikigami on Dec 20, 2011 23:29:37 GMT -5
Akira let out a deep sigh as he scratched the back of his head. It was boring, the constant midst of loud chatter was annoying the hell out of him. How is it that they talk so happily on such a boring day? There were no corrupt officials trying to claw their way up to power at the moment, there were no mad chases or battles of which he could use to occupy his time...with his life as an assassin temporarily put on hold he was just...a lonely unapproachable guy who happens to be five times as fast as the average human.
He was presently walking unimpressively along the side of the Whitestone road. At a distance and up close he would look very suspicious and mysterious, which in a sense he was. His eyes ventured over over to a random alley. He found a pair of obviously desperate thieves threatening a...little girl? What the heck was wrong with people nowadays? What could they possibly hope to gain from a teenage girl? Akira would never understand scum like this.
He executed the simplest maneuver he could think of. He rolled a simple bomb down the alley. The bomb would provide enough distraction to move in for the attack in a timely manner. True he didn't really need to throw the bomb in the first place, but it was a more simple way of doing things. The bomb would generate a ten second window of time in the form of smoke. He would then rush in and beat the men to a pulp without them even having a chance to see him, which he did.
When it ended his back was to the girl. "Are you physically wounded in any way?" His voice was void of emotion. The main idea was to confirm that she was okay, then leave.
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Post by Lucite Forte on Dec 22, 2011 20:37:52 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: f0f0f0; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #625C5E; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]TAGS: Akira, Lucite
NOTES: I refuse to let this thread end so short!
CODED BY TSU DOLL OF
LOVE STAMP[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;] It had happened so quickly. The softest sound of an object rolling closer to the trio was heard, before it had exploded into a large cloud of smoke. The girl froze, fearing that she would really get painfully injured. Sure, they cut her neck a bit, but it's not like it hurt so bad. Whoever threw that smoke bomb was either hurt or help her, and Lucite hoped it was the ladder.
Grunts of pain were heard from the two desperate men before the smoke faded, showing their limp bodies spread onto the ground. A dark figure was placed over them, wearing a long, black cape. A very suspicious person, nevertheless, the stranger had saved her from becoming a Poe so early. She could've easily taken the situation a bit more seriously and beat the perpetrators without so much of a sweat, but Lucite was still grateful. However, she would be much more grateful if the savior in question were less...Well...Scary-looking.With a bit of hesitation, she drew closer to the ominous man. With a soft, faint smile, she answered the question with a bit of shakiness in her voice at the start, a bit scared of what he would do.
“U-Um...Yes, I'm f-fairly okay. Can I repay you in any way? I really do suggest so.”
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Akira Shikigami
Human
Lonely Shadowed Assassin[M0n:20]
Death is only a part of life. But most death's delay that part of life
Posts: 177
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Post by Akira Shikigami on Dec 24, 2011 22:28:17 GMT -5
Akira was unlike what people expected him to be. He was always judged by others due to his reserved nature and demeanor. The cloak he always wore didn't exactly help either. It caused him to appear somewhat scary and unapproachable. He's often avoided by others altogether, which is what he was going for. The cloak meant that others wouldn't ask questions, they wouldn't get close enough to him to find out who he really is. An idiotic assassin moving towards an impossible goal of peace and prosperity. It was a lost cause, it almost wasn't worth it. Almost... at least he does justice to those who deserve it. However, with each assassination, no matter how just, gives him a feeling that no assassin should ever feel. Guilt. He knew that in the distant future when all was said and done, he would turn himself in.
His gaze was turned forward as the soft-spoken voice of the girl reached his ears. She was so...innocent. She seemed like a small flower that went through a thunderstorm and came out still appearing radiant. His expression softened. This girl might've been the type he wanted to protect. He picked up on the stutter in her voice immediatly after she spoke. She seemed slightly afraid of him, which by all means was understandable. He decided to try to be careful not to scare her off with his usually cold attitude.
"There isnt any payment necessary...other then to please forget that you ever saw me."
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Post by Lucite Forte on Dec 27, 2011 0:33:41 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: f0f0f0; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #625C5E; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]TAGS: Akira, Lucite
NOTES: What was in the bag? Cookies!
CODED BY TSU DOLL OF
LOVE STAMP[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;] Lucite extended an arm, lightly tugging on the man's cloak. Looking around, she peeked at each side of the ally, making sure no one was here. The place seemed rather empty. Fetching her staff(which was strapped on her back, by the way.) with one hand, and softly grabbing the stranger's arm, raised the star of the wand over his hand. A molten-like substance dripped from the crystal as it glowed a bright white. As the thick, liquid substance fell on the man's rough, battered hand, it began to form the shape of a little bag tied with ribbon.
“I-I don't really have a-anything else, so...”
With a quick, tight hug, the girl had skampered off with her guitar and staff, before slipping on the smallest of pebbles. Lucite fell down, quickly moving her guitar to the side and dropping the staff, landing flat on her face.
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Akira Shikigami
Human
Lonely Shadowed Assassin[M0n:20]
Death is only a part of life. But most death's delay that part of life
Posts: 177
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Post by Akira Shikigami on Dec 28, 2011 20:38:18 GMT -5
The hug surprised him needless to say. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been hugged. It was so sudden. One second she's healing a small scar(which was pretty remarkable) and the next she's hugging him. Why would such a small girl give him such a gesture? Wasn't he supposed to scare others into not having any kind of contact with him? It was a mystery to him to say the least.
Akira's arms were raised with his grip still on...whatever she just gave him; it was a very foreign for him to receive a gift followed by a hug from a teenage girl he only met seconds ago. The girl parted from him and immediately scampered off...or tried to. She had managed to trip and on the verge of falling only after a few short steps. He sighed deeply in slight annoyance of the girls clumsiness, however he knew that she would likely need help and rushed over to help her in his usual blinding speed.
He swiftly made his way to the girls side. He had made it just in time. He had one hand on her back as support, and another arm rapped around her stomach; her face inches from the ground. He hoisted her back up to the ground soon after.
"Please try to be more careful"
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