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| Weapons of Fog; What you don't know, can hurt you. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 8 2007, 03:58 PM (2,449 Views) | |
| ultimatefighter | Nov 3 2007, 11:28 PM Post #256 |
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Wielder of broken blades
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Jiro blinked a bit more, "need help?" He realized how much he was blinking and wondered why, but ignored it and waited for an answer. |
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| Zephos64 | Nov 3 2007, 11:30 PM Post #257 |
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"No, no, we got it. It shouldn't be too much longer.... I think." Said the female Rorrim, how did she hear Jiro from way up high on the book case? Well, the male Rorrim was still buried underneath the pile ob books, so probably couldn't hear anything. |
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| ultimatefighter | Nov 3 2007, 11:52 PM Post #258 |
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"How did you lose yourself?" Jiro asked, still confused. There was a sound that came from the hall, but jiro didn't notice it. |
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| Zephos64 | Nov 4 2007, 09:49 PM Post #259 |
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One of the Rorrims stopped to think, "I'm not too sure actually... but I'm pretty sure it happened around the time that appeared," pointing to the strange mirror on the otherside of the room. It continued to swirl with a translucent white smoke. Neither of the Rorrims noticed the sound, too busy continously searching. |
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| ultimatefighter | Nov 4 2007, 10:54 PM Post #260 |
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Jiro stared at it and walked forward slowly, he reached out to touch it, he tried to remain calm but half of his entire being was pulling away from it. The darkness in him didn't want to risk touching this mirror. |
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| Loden Van Baruse | Nov 6 2007, 05:16 PM Post #261 |
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Loden's eyes drifted open. He was still half asleep, but saw himself in a small room. He tried to lift his head, but it fell back down. Before his eyes closed again he noticed a black feather in his hand. Suddenly his eyes snapped back open, but the small room and the feather were gone. He was sitting in a chair in front of a fireplace. The room was very, going both ways. He stood up and noticed a door behind him. Along both walls, going as high as he could see, were books. Just books going either way, only making room for the fireplace and the door. There was a ladder in a groove next to the door. "...Where am I?" Loden asked himself. He walked towards the door, but didn't open it. "Hello!? Is anybody in here?!" he yelled. When he got no answer, he looked at the ladder. The top went very high, and when he pulled, it didn't fall at him. He guessed it must be in a groove like the bottom wheels. He grabbed the edge and started running to one side. He jumped onto the ladder and he was suddenly speeding forward. He looked behind him and the fireplace, chair, and door disappears from view. He looked forward again as he flew past the books. As he pasted them, he felt something strange every now and then. He didn't pay much mind to them though. When he looked forward again he saw the chair and fireplace approaching. But they were on his side of the wall! Suddenly he wanted to stop and check, and the ladder just stopped moving. Loden flew off the ladder and hit the ground. I guess it's a good thing I was only up one step. Loden got up and touched the chair. It looked like the same one as before. Somehow he'd gone in a big circle and switched sides. "Wow... Where am I?" He shook his head to clear it, and fell over the arm into the chair. |
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| Zephos64 | Nov 6 2007, 11:45 PM Post #262 |
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What Jiro saw in the mirro was very strange, it was a very warped version that seemed very dark. All his clothes were pitch black and strange hands, much like what appeared during the zombie invasion, were coming off of his back, dangling lifelessly. In fact, the closer he got to it, the more evil (or dark) his appearance got. What was even more eary was that this copy mirrored whatever Jiro did perfectly. Obviously this wasn't any normal mirror, then what could it be? |
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| ultimatefighter | Nov 8 2007, 04:45 PM Post #263 |
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His darkness power started to pull harder to get away from the mirror and not let jiro get any closer, This caused his eyes to become fully changed into the ripple effect and his hair turned a bit blacker. At the same time a ghostly image of another jiro appeared and tried to pull him back also. Jiro was pulled back completely and slide across the floor on his back away from it. He was about to get up and tried again, but remembered that he kept trying to look at the key and that was most likely the cause of him going here. Jiro stood up and dusted himself off. 2 flowers, actual flowers, were now on the back of his hands, and his eyes and hair had reverted to their normal forms. "I wish Dilence came along, maybe that book knows what that mirror thing is," he reaching up to scratch his head, feeling how pointy his ears where. He wondered why, but quickly shruged it off, it was actually a feature gained in transforming into his dark form. Jiro turned as his ears picked up on a sound, it sounded like a hello. |
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| Zephos64 | Nov 8 2007, 06:50 PM Post #264 |
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Both of the Rorrims were staring at Jiro, and they said in unison, at the same time a book was falling so Jiro didn't hear it, "freak." One of them immediately went to a pile of books and started to dig through it. The other went to a single book by the door, whether or not the Rorrims heard the 'hello' or not couldn't be deteremined. |
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| ultimatefighter | Nov 8 2007, 07:10 PM Post #265 |
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Jiro, his ears being in the enhanced form, seperated the 3 seperate noices of the 2 'freak' s and of the falling book, letting him hear them all equaly and clearly. "Hey! I'm not the one who is split into two beings and lost themselves." Even though, deep down, he was kinda split into two people. |
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| Blackbound | Nov 8 2007, 09:32 PM Post #266 |
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Crono couldn't sleep for some reason. That legend of the Endless Hallway bugged him like crazy. He got up, and walked to the picture of the Endless Hallway. "Endless huh, I wonder if that was true. |
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| ultimatefighter | Nov 8 2007, 09:44 PM Post #267 |
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"It's not the correct night," said a voice from behind Crono. |
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| Blackbound | Nov 8 2007, 09:48 PM Post #268 |
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Crono didn't recognize the voice behind him. He stopped moving and asked "Who are you?" |
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| ultimatefighter | Nov 8 2007, 10:00 PM Post #269 |
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"No one special, just... someone who's been around for some time now," he said, putting a hand in his pocket. He was an odd being, he was an angel, he had a beak on his mouth and feathers instead of hair. He had used his shape shifting powers to change his wings-arms into human arms. He was wearing round blue sunglasses and hid feathers were kinda spiky, like most angel's. His boots had metal on them and his jacket had a few pad locks holding it almost shut. On his belt was a few gold rings that were stuck though at some point and where hanging. These rings where what angels used for currency in their world. Which was strange since he had just said he had been in the manor for a long time. His eyes were sharp, like a hawk, at first glance they seemed judgemental, as if they could see though you and your lies and deside your fate like an exicutioner would right before bringing down the ax. His pants had zippers around the knees and a chain hanging from the right pocket, his hand was still in his left pocket. His jacket's collar was sticking up slightly hidding the tattoo on the back of his neck of a melting sun. Symbolest of how the mighty often destory themselves. |
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| Blackbound | Nov 8 2007, 10:08 PM Post #270 |
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Crono turned around. "How long have you been here," He asked, leasurly. |
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