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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 9:10 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 1:06 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 12:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 3:44 pm
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Kazumi lead him to the forbidden room, and opened the door. It seemed like a normal cat playroom, but then she flipped the light switch, and a door appeared on the wall. Kazumi walked over to it taped the door 3 times, once on the bottom, once on the top, then once in the middle. A green small screen came out of the wall and Kazumi pressed he hand to it and it scanned her hand. The door slide open and a electronic sounding voice said "Welcome Kazumi." Kazumi lead John down a long halway while explaining some things. "Ok, when I was really little, I got in a horrible accident. My powers went haywire and I froze myself. I almost died, but Hazel came to save me. Hazel is who you would know as mother earth, or mother nature. She is an elf, the last of he kind, and she lives on a distant planet. She controls the weather and the condition of the earth, but recently the humans have been altering that. It's our job, the chosen ones, to fix it. This is me secret liar. I can communicate with Hazel from this liar and many other things."
((Ok, Time for the Chosen ones;; 1. Kazumi Rose 2. John Olson 3. Bluragarda Qwilleran 4. Miyako 5. Chase Christrian 6. Luphaea 7. Anastasia
Not everyone made it, and those are the only spots I'm giving out.
Why Seven Spots?- Cause 7 is my lucky number.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:42 pm
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Upon stepping outside, Karloseth is blinded. Recoiling back into the building, he squints and looks back out. "Heheh, snow-blinded," He chuckles softly to himself. He then realizes that he is thirsty. Stepping outside and bending down, he makes a snowball and tosses it into the air a few times before biting a chunk out of it. Karloseth starts walking, continuing to eat the snowball. "Hrmmm... I really wish I knew where to go, what to do. So far, I have no leads about my identity. What does one do to recover their past?" He thinks aloud. He assumes this is something most people don't think about. This is something he thinks about constantly. Karloseth, upon finishing his 'beverage,' starts to search for a secluded area to train with his blade. It is a beautiful sword, finely crafted and perfectly balanced. It also has a seemingly mesmerizing starburst ruby in the pommel, Karloseth has found himself staring at it many times. There is a story behind the sword. One of Karloseth's first memories is of the time he aqquired his weapon.
Shortly after he lost his memory, Karloseth was attacked by a group of people. They chased him, and Karloseth was starting to lose distance between them. Suddenly, as he was turning around a corner, and old man of about 60 appeared. He quickly hid Karloseth, then was confronted by the attackers. When the old man refused to give them Karloseth's location, they killed the man and fled. Karloseth watched the whole thing. After the attackers left, he came out of hiding and found that the man was not alive. Figuring the possesion of a weapon was the most important thing at the moment, he reached down and unbuckled the sword and sheathe from the mans hip. strapping it onto his own waist, he found it heavy at first. He then fled himself, before someone found him and the body of the man.
Karloseth shook his head, clearing his mind of the memory. It was not one of his few happy memories, but one of the more important ones. He has often wondered who the old man was, and why he felt it neccesary to save him. once he had found a nice secluded place to practice, he unsheathed his sword and started to train..
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 12:01 pm
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