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Post by Rune Walsh on Feb 11, 2004 17:57:41 GMT -5
Arjuna stands there upon the small cliff just overlooking the beach of the bay near his home. His trench coat flaps in the wind behind him as his semi lengthy hair does so also. The son of Kali, goddess of Destruction, and Indra, God of Light, Arjuna is one of 5 brothers in training to become gods like their parents. Arjuna was the intel specialist of the group, and one of the best marksmen known to humanity. He specialized in the bow and arrow, but obviously took up rifles and such as technology evolved. He also uses swords and poerful magicks as backups. Now, he was alone, seperated form his brothers, his one true love he had for 3,000 years also gone. He was alone, and every girl he tried to court or woo to marrige had rejected him cruely. He stood there now, alone. A storm brewed overhead. This was the element he was to reign over. The Storms. He stood there, and stared into the distance...
((Feel free to bring in ANY character from ANY time period with ANY powers, just no insta-kills or anything. I'm just looking for some good random RP that the freeforms seem to... uptight and rule-y to write.))
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Post by Sharess on Feb 12, 2004 10:29:28 GMT -5
please don't I would like to play just need a day or two to get a chactor ready ok?
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Feb 12, 2004 20:05:05 GMT -5
(OOC: Arjuna, eh? Good choice.)
Niten sat cross-legged behind Arjuna, hands clasped, and eyes half-closed in silent meditation. Long silver hairs were draped along his scarlet vest, over his white kimono. When those hairs were black and youthful, he had been the most powerful swordsman the world had ever known. He had been known by many names: Shinmen Takezou, Miyamoto Musashi... now, he was Niten - the dual heavens. His talents were feared and respected throughout the region - whole factions had gone to war simply to secure his services. No more. Stuck in his sash, he carried the long and short sword that indicated his social rank, but their place was evident in the fact that they had not drawn blood in decades. His eyes slowly opened, his breathing increased, and his heart rate elevated until it acheived a normal tempo. Getting to his feet in a simple motion, Niten adjusted his swords and drew a small paper fan from his kimono sleeve. He spoke no words, his hard brown eyes conveying meaning far better than speech.
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Post by Rune Walsh on Feb 13, 2004 0:36:35 GMT -5
(OOC: Heh, I felt quite honestly it was way too late for me to join in the gods of cheese thread... primarily why this came up... I guess we can just go with it, if you like. Thanks for the compliment Eldritch. Sorry about the outburst before. Heh.)
Arjuna stood there, still surveying the landscape before him. None of his weapons were actually on him, they were mostly at home, and his god weapons would summon whence he summoned his god form. Without weapons this 'Demon-God' still looked overly ominus. He preferred to fend attackers off while he was in his human form with magic, rather than leaving evidence like arrow and bullet holes. Thunder roared overhead. The rain was getting ready to fall...
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Post by Sharess on Feb 15, 2004 15:15:52 GMT -5
Form out of the shadows she pop out right behinde the figuer in the tench coat. Quickly she covered his eyes.
"Geuss who?" She giggled, she then flipped over him and smiled. All in veiw see a 5 foot 6inch pette woman with very long brown hair and deep green eyes wearing very little just a red bra and a black short skirt and no shoes. "It's me your friendly little Phoenix." Alook of shock came over her face as she looked and saw his was not her friend but somebody eles. "A sorry you look like a friend of mine. Looks around and gets a very confused look on her face. "but then this isn't were I'm from. Ah, would you mind telling me where I am please?" She starts to shiver in the rain and wrapps her arms around herself to keep warm.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Feb 15, 2004 17:26:42 GMT -5
Niten watches the other two, noticing their interactions and more subtle reactions to each other. In 60 years he had known only two languages, and the one she spoke was totally foreign to either. However, not all words are spoken, and everyone knows that eyes can speak.
He looked directly at the woman, shivering in rain, his deep, earth-colored eyes charging through her soul.
Stand tall, young one. he said wordlessly.
With bare, simple movements, he moved over to her and bowed slowly, the hard raindrops drenching both of them. Continuing by her as if she was inexistent, Niten reached the edge of the cliff, grasped the edge with his aged but unwithered arm, and dropped over it, landing on a narrow, covered ledge.
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Post by Rune Walsh on Feb 15, 2004 23:28:00 GMT -5
Arjuna looked over to Phoenix.
"We're on the outskirts of a distant uncharted island. The few that live here call it 'Moonglow'. I am Arjuna."
He looked down to the area where Niten deftly lowered himself.
"You should probably do the same, and get into shelter. This storm may last quite a while." Thunder roared overhead.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Feb 23, 2004 1:17:13 GMT -5
OOC: Is this thread dead? It makes for a good, original concept
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Post by Rune Walsh on Feb 23, 2004 11:39:35 GMT -5
[[OOC: Seems like it. If you want, Eldritch, PM me and we can come up with a backround and maybe do something in the freeform forum. Or make a story. Or both. Who knows?  ]] |
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