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Oct 6, 2007 23:16:11 GMT -5
Post by Creator on Oct 6, 2007 23:16:11 GMT -5
"Thank God," Damon sighed, stepping into his new room. It was completely empty, save for the two bunk beds that inhabited the opposite walls, and a couple of dressers. He walked in, shutting the door behind him, and nodded approvingly. Solitude. The best eight letters to ever cross his mind. With a quick motion, he made his way to the window and slid it up, glancing out into the nighttime sky. With a rush of wind, a thin purple mist wafted into the room, suspended in the air as it slowly rotated around. He shut the window and focused his attention on the mist, which solidified into his belongings: two guitars, one acoustic, one electric; a suitcase of clothes; and a backpack full of books and various other doodads.
After putting his belongings away in the appropriate places, he chose the top bunk of the bed on the left half of the room, climbed up, and stretched out, relaxing. "My room," he said quietly, as if reassuring himself that he was really here. Away from that town he both loved and hated; away from his "friends". He unfolded the set of covers that had been left on his bed and set it all up, appreciating the warmth they offered.
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Nov 11, 2007 23:47:39 GMT -5
Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 11, 2007 23:47:39 GMT -5
'So this is where I was assigned? Hm, quaint I suppose. It's unfortunate I won't be visiting it as much as I should' A white, seven tailed fox was perched on the outside ledge of the dorm room window with an occupied katana sheathed strapped securely to its back. It's bright crimson eyes flashed and the window seemed to jumped open in an excited greeting as the kitsune jumped and landed silently within the room. When standing, the tips of the fox's ears would most likely reach the waist of an average man. The creature looked around curiously and sniffed the air when it was obvious that it was not alone.
The kitsune's sharp eyes narrowed onto the top bunk where Damon lay. 'I hope I don't wake him. That would be rude... and probably a bit disconcerting to see a fox in your room in the middle of the night...'
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Nov 12, 2007 0:01:49 GMT -5
Post by Creator on Nov 12, 2007 0:01:49 GMT -5
A kunai knife embedded itself into the floor an inch or so from the fox's paw, and Damon was sitting up with his arm out at his side. He stared down for a moment before relaxing and holding out his hand. The knife hissed, fizzing into a thin purple mist that rose through the air, solidifying as a knife in his hand. He secured it in a pouch and jumped down, landing and looking down at the fox. "Well then, who are you?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Nothing else around here is normal, and I highly doubt you're just some fox."
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Nov 12, 2007 0:11:24 GMT -5
Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 12, 2007 0:11:24 GMT -5
The fox did nothing when the knife sped toward him. When it landed, he merely stared at it and sat down comfortably with his tails swaying slowly of the own accord behind him. An odd, animalisitc smile tugged at the corners of the fox's muzzle, revealing part of his fangs. "You're right." The voice that spoke did not appear to be the fox's , because his mouth made no movement; but it obviously did belong to the creature. It had a young ring to it, but couldn't be a part of any creature younger than seventeen. In truth, the kitsune was a few centuries old; eight, to be exact, but he would look nineteen if he were human.
The creature dipped its head respectfully to Damon in greeting. "My name is Shiro Giman, it's a pleasure to meet you."
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Nov 12, 2007 0:17:37 GMT -5
Post by Creator on Nov 12, 2007 0:17:37 GMT -5
"Alright then, my name's Damon," he said, watching the creature carefully. "The feeling is mutual. Let me guess. You're moving in," he said with a laugh. "Do you have a human form, or are you stuck eternally as a fox?" He blinked, then sat down. "I think I'm the only person here with an average name," he added with a laugh. "And I'm pretty much the only full human I've seen so far. I never knew being so normal could be so out of place."
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Nov 12, 2007 13:00:45 GMT -5
Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 12, 2007 13:00:45 GMT -5
At Damon's comment about 'normal names', Shiro began to think about everyone he's met so far at the Academy. 'Akira... Eithne... Estrik... Cowl... Suzume... Well, it would seem that he's right...' "My name may sound different because I come from Japan, therefore, it's Japanese." The grin stayed in place. Shiro hadn't been insulted in the least, he was just explaining. "And yes, I do have a human form... I just don't use it. The ways of a fox are so much simpler than that of your kind. Violence and conflict are easily avoided, and I'm much closer to my fire this way." To emphasize his point, Shiro flicked the end of one of his tails an a small ring of white fire formed on the floor around him. It disappeared a moment later, leaving behind not singe marks or burns, but a glowing ring of light before that too faded. "And, if I may point out, you're obviously not as normal as you make yourself out to be. Why would you be here, at the Academy, if you were normal?"
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Nov 12, 2007 16:54:06 GMT -5
Post by Creator on Nov 12, 2007 16:54:06 GMT -5
"Well, I'm normal in comparison to most of the people here. Just a human with certain abilities." As he spoke, his suitcase's colors blurred into a deep purple, and it began to seep down into a blob, eventually reducing itself into a puddle on the floor. It hissed, evaporating, and a moment later, the cloud snapped back into a solid suitcase. "But mine are more... explainable than most. And they too make conflict easy to avoid, I can just vanish whenever I need to and that's that."
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Nov 12, 2007 22:12:05 GMT -5
Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 12, 2007 22:12:05 GMT -5
When the suitcase began to change, the fox's ears perked forward and his head tilted to one side; this could almost be described as Shiro's 'signature' pose. "How very intresting..." An odd, barking like 'chuckle' escaped the kitsune. "I'm glad my roommate isn't normal." Than something else Damon said caused Shiro to ponder for a moment or two. He then spoke as though simply thinking aloud. "But if you were to always vanish before the face of every conflict, that wouldn't be avoiding it so much as running from it. When I said it was easier for a fox to avoid conflict, I didn't mean it was easier to run, simply easier to live." The white fox's ear flicked as though being rid of a pesky fly. "But it doesn't matter. I know what you mean."
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Nov 12, 2007 22:35:48 GMT -5
Post by Creator on Nov 12, 2007 22:35:48 GMT -5
"Oh, trust me," he said. "I'm far too stubborn to just run like crazy. Sometimes I take a bit too long to realize I need to quit," he admitted, laughing. "But either way, I've never come too close to death. The one time I can think of that I came closest, the person ended up running, so I guess I lucked out. And with these little toys," he added, taking out the kunai knife once more and spinning it around, "along with my newest technique, I doubt it'll ever be an issue." Okay, so he was letting himself be a bit cocky. xD
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Nov 13, 2007 19:26:46 GMT -5
Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 13, 2007 19:26:46 GMT -5
Shiro merely nodded politely with each new detail and remained attentive. He was an excellent listener. "That's very... interesting. Perhaps, one day, we shall meet in friendly conflict. Then no one will have to run." The animal-like grin came back and all seven tails seemed to sway together in agreement. The fox's crimson eyes seemed to flashed a brilliant white for less than a second before they were normal again. The white kitsune stood from his sitting position and walked over to the window, staring out at the starry, cloud-scattered sky. "But I warn you, never doubt the likeliness of an 'issue', and never take what luck you may have for granted. I have seen many a great warrior fall this way..." A slow blink seemed to be a silent prayer for the ancient souls that occupied the nighttime sky. OR perhaps it was a greeting to his Divine family who might have been checking in on him. Only Shiro knew.
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Nov 13, 2007 20:03:15 GMT -5
Post by Creator on Nov 13, 2007 20:03:15 GMT -5
"Well, I'm hardly a 'great warrior', and I don't get in many fights anyway," he said, hopping back up onto his bunk. "Well, make yourself at home, I suppose. Just don't touch my Dr. Pepper," he said with a nod to a torn-open 12 pack on the floor. "Not that I get the impression that you drink cokes anyway." He closed his eyes, curling up atop the covers. "And don't touch me while I'm asleep. Bad idea. Unless you'd like to start that 'friendly conflict' early."
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Nov 14, 2007 18:06:39 GMT -5
Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 14, 2007 18:06:39 GMT -5
Shiro's whiskers twitched. "I really doubt you have to worry about me bothering you in your sleep. You won't even know I'm here." The fox's muzzle twitched in a small 'smile'. Alright, so maybe judging from earlier that wasn't entirely true, but Shiro would try not to disturb Damon. The kitsune's eyes pulled away from the window and swept around the room. Well, that was that; he had made himself at home. I know, total renovation, right? Everywhere was home for Shiro, because no where was home. Long story, let's not get into it. With a swish of a tail, the fox jumped and re-alighted once again upon the window sill.
Before leaving to do whatever it was Shiro did, his gaze turned back into the room. His crimson eyes seemed to ignite with a white flame for a few moments before the kitsune was glimpsed running along the ground and disappearing into the night.
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Nov 14, 2007 18:18:02 GMT -5
Post by Creator on Nov 14, 2007 18:18:02 GMT -5
Damon waited a moment after Shiro had left before sitting up, glancing at the open window. He landed softly and slid it shut; he preferred hotter air thanks to seventeen years in Texas. He jumped back up onto his bunk and began to pick up the kunai knife he had left out when he froze. A semicircle of the mattress seemed to have been cut away, with the knife in the center. He stared for a second, spotting a wisp of smoke that trailed up before fading. He returned the knife to its pouch and looked up, focusing. A purple cloud began to come together, swirling down onto the bed, and solidified back into place in his mattress. 'So,' he thought, 'when they hold my magical energy, there are some effects. That could make for some interesting techniques.' A moment later he was out the window, heading off into the night.
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