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Post by nova on Jan 28, 2010 4:08:00 GMT 1
Sora was still miffed and upset on what has just had happened. His lower back hurt-ed still from the landing onto the ground the way he had. Sora had gotten up from the ground and stand on both of his two feet. He rubbed his butt slightly to ease the pain and then he had looked back at the building. He could have yell and scream if he wanted too. But in the end, it wouldn't do him any good. After all, it WAS his fault. But in his mind, it was the books fault for being there. He gave out a yawn and stretch out. Sora arms reach into the air as if he was reaching out into the heavens themselves.Then, Sora had let his arms dropped down. There was a slight cold breeze that went past Sora. Sora had shiver for a moment and then Sora had let out a sneeze. Sora wiped his nose and then he looked back at the great large library. Sora eyes gazed upon it.
He had watched people going in and out of it. Some were rushing in, and some walking slightly. Sora somewhat wonder about their lives. How much different were they to his? Were they extremely different? Or were they similar? How many of them were the same age as Sora? He didn't know the answer to that question. He had little care to this question. It was simply, a whim of a thought that had gone through his mind.
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Post by Flementine on Jan 28, 2010 4:36:25 GMT 1
Flemmy pressed his hands to his cheecks, gushing out his laughter as he walked. Slowly, evenly, on the roof of the library. HIs path straight across, where his friend had appeared to venture. Peachy Keen, he stayed around for him to catch up. Even Flem was as ever grateful as to take a whole new pattern around the whole library then up and over it. He had to hide the book didn't he? He rubbed his nice vacant cavity in the chest, no longer was there something to dig into his stomach. But indentation remained, but they faded by the minute, only minor pains brushing by. His giggled tore the silence around, muttering came into awareness, people watched him from afar, then other just went by stoically. A drag really, nobody tried to join him now? It was only a few stories up right?
He slowly strode to the other edge, peering down from above spotting the other shinigami resting on the ground. He trully did wait! He had a dreamy grin on his face, to be loved. for a few seconds he plotted, to bring the man up or to bring himself down? Up down, up down, such a difficult decision. Gravity made the choice though, a little slip here, his feet flew from under his feet and his plummet to earth began. It was like having wings for a few seconds, a feeling of weightlessness filling him. Was this how it was like to be in space? How joyful, he'd be an astronaut next!
To anyone watching, his descent to ground level was quite quick, a few a seconds at that. His body appeared quite limp as he fell, only for some to wait as his body stuck the ground and rung the air with bone shattering crunches. This was, sad to say, not to come. As he neared, seconds before hand his hand gripped the hilt of Gurehasu, dragging it out and with speed and tossing it with force into the ground, digging into the dirt. He did a sort of cute topsy-turvey stunt and his hand wrapped around the blade and he slung around, flipping about his feet tossing onto the top of the hilt digging the blade further into the ground but keeping his body from becoming the new smudge on the ground.
He dropped from the incredible stunt, doing a face-plant into the ground. he rose seconds later glimpsing around at all the awe and shock caused by this. He felt over his face for dirt and wiped off whatever he found, straightening up giving everyone a stupendous bow. Good job, his sword was now implanted into the ground well over half way. "Uhh, I'm back." He said with a rusty voice, his rubbed his neck and glanced at Sora with wide bright eyes. Acting as if nothing had quite just happened here, if he was lucky he might have blinked and missed the end.
Nobody was that luck though, a few ideas fluttered his mind, memory wipe, amnesia, brain damage. Hypnotism, drugs. But he let it pass, no drug testing on recent friends. His mind filled with the most selfish thoughts while his face was quite giddy and overjoyed. |
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Post by nova on Jan 28, 2010 5:04:30 GMT 1
Sora eyes looked merely glance at something above him. It was only a glance, but yet it had caught his eyes. Sora looked up and saw Flemm. The guy Sora had met inside before he was kicked out. He watched him for a moment and he had slipped and started falling down. While falling, his clothing flapped with the wind.
A soaring falling sound came with him like you would hear in a cartoon. It had happened to quick. Far to quick for Sora to stop and think about what to do. Then, finally, he had hit the ground. Creating a Flemm hole. The hole was in the exact shape as Flemm was when he had landed. Flemm had climbed back to his feet and looked at Sora. "Uhh, I'm back." So it would seems.
Sora eyes went wide open. Not to the fact he was back. But to the fact he was standing in front of him, after a high fall. Creating a Flemm hole. And all he had to say was he was back. No excuses for what just had happened here?!
Sora, stare at him. He didn't have anything to say. What was there to say to him after something like that?! 'Oh hi! Ten for the fall, but five for the landing.' To be honest that was the only thing that had cross his mind. He had tried of thing of other things to say, but that was it. All his mind was limited too. "I'll give you ten for the fall, but a five for the landing there, pal."
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Post by Flementine on Jan 28, 2010 5:40:21 GMT 1
An array of dazzling hope sprung off his skin at the sound of compliments. His eyes flew to Sora as he saw his somewhat shocked expression, lost and all but the comment he made was just so good still. "I'll give you a ten for the fall, but a five for the landing there, pal." it was excellent for him, his chest gave way and he drew into a fabulous bow. But under his blinded sight he could feel the stares, mangled expressions, what a miracle it was that he had lived. Now this was a thing for the books, a record keeper. Dang, there wasn't anyone who could do a good stunt like that anymore. If he had a hat he might have just laid it there to see if anyone would plop some currency into it.
A second of doubt flittered by, his body rose and he took a roundabout glimpse around, course people were still watching, but they tried to do it discretely now. Not that much though, heads turned so easily with his rising. A few applause here and there. He rustled his hair nervously then his eyes fell back to Sora. "Whaaaa?! Only one ten, c'mon. Should have two, my landing was just as amazing. Living should be an instant ten." His whined, his lips puckering and himself starting to pout for a moment.
Behind him was gure still, embed into the ground. How much trouble he'd be in if a zanpakuto broke with ease. He could see it, the blade just snapped off like a flimsy fraud. His fingers wiggled through stands of hair as his eyes were set to the blade, now how the heck was he suppose to get that out? As unreasonable as it was for him to do that, now a challenge had really arose. Time for macho hour, now being how Flemmy is, this could take a process of painstakingly childish defiance and flexing. But it would be done, says his resolve!
But however, if he was getting help was another factor, he prepared to use the baby eyes, something no human can fully look away from. Now for manipulation! The inner cogs of his mind began to churn, he wanted this to, if anything, be a very fun game. He didn't want to turn quite yet now, his face formed, ready to ask for help. but not yet. His eyes held open until they watered and he spun, it was remarkable how innocent he could be. The only scary sight here being his swirly cheeks, he could see it now. The pink swirls, standing out among his clean skin, tattoo's were not, for a fact, childish. But he'd attempt.
His looked at him with bright pleading eyes, "Help?" He muttered, pointing at the blade planted in the dirt. It was like excalibur, a sword whom non can move other than the chosen one. But with the nice benefit of any muscular man able to lift it. Less burden with more reality. What a fun show, now to see if the chosen one is here.
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Post by nova on Jan 28, 2010 6:04:13 GMT 1
Sora lifted his hand and bent his arm and moved his hand into his face and he had let out a VERY loud sigh. He couldn't believe this guy. Flemm tried to even use his eyes to plead. This tactic don't work well with him. From his journal, he was a ruthless bastard when he was living. But then again, that was a long time ago and really don't remember any of that.
No images, no screams, no fighting, but what he was doing here. Countless, Flemm made his bed and now it was time for him to take it out for himself. Before he could speak. a man appeared in white armor. Though this man only one person who could see this man and that was Sora. This man was part of Sora soul and it was the spirit of his sword, Calamity.
[You meet the strangest people. Are you even sure you want to be associated with someone like this?] Of course he would this and add his own little comments, Sora thought to himself. Sora ignored him and then faced at Flemm. Who is still waiting for an answer. "No." It was short and blunt. That was he needed. What the point in wasting words for a simple answer? Did he really need to go in detail for a single answer as a simple no?
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Post by Flementine on Jan 28, 2010 6:24:34 GMT 1
He waited patienly, the Sora's eyes had lost focus for a minute, he wasn't looking directly at him for a moment. It struck him as odd, but then again, who was the one pouting and pleading now? Being that he had no rights with claiming something odd, he got a disappointing reply. No, really, just a quick no. He could have at least pretended to be phased, he frowned for a second then returned to his rare normal expression."You could at least pretend to be phased." He said quickly, looking at him with one of those indecipherable looks. "I'll do it myself then." He muttered, trying to play it like he was slightly grouchy. Even while a small grin escaped his lips. Hopefully gone unnoticed.
Watching the man from the corner of his eyes as he made a light spin, barely scraping dirt off the ground. He looked at the sword for a moment, it looked pretty deep in...would he really be able to get it? He'd never know if he didn't try. He wobbled forward slowly like a disable child, his fingers dancing, waiting to feel the strain of pulling.
His hands reached out wrapping around the blades hilt, he made a tight grip and began to tug. Lightly really, barely using any strength in him. Nothing, he frowned and began to pull harder. Nothing, now he did it even harder. Can you guess what happens next? Still nothing..."tch," nothing ever worked out right. He gave a sigh then pulled harder, feeling his muscle tense from the first use in weeks. The sword shifted slightly, nothing to be proud of. The sword was still glued to the ground.
He paused, looking calmly at it. His mind raced through fleeting ideas, nothing that would even seem remotely worth it. His hands brushed against each other, making a sort of prayer form, if all failed pray. In which a second later he was back to pulling, using a portion of his strength hoping for it the work. "Gnn, it's not budgin." He said, spitting a glare at the blade and hissing.
His gaze fled to Sora again, still pleading with him on the inside. "It doesn't want to participate." He commented, pointing towards the sword. A small frown on his face, a spoiled brats effort all to waste. You could always pull up flemmy... Of course gure had to but into his mind, I did ,you didn't budge....Liar. He could see Gure shaking his head at him now, how disrespectful it was to be a sword in dirt. How bad it must feel, a sheet of metal stuck in earth. Which weren't his full aspects.
It should have came out when he pulled it back...
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Post by nova on Jan 29, 2010 0:57:24 GMT 1
Sora, had watched Flemm struggle with his sword getting out. He also seems pissed for the fact he had just said no. What else was he expecting from him? Its not his sword or was it his fault it gotten stuck. Not only that, he didn't care to much on wasting words. Once someone say something, it can never be taken back. Words can also be helpful and can be hurtful. So why should he waste on something so fragile as words?
Sora kept watching Flemm. Watching getting frustrated was kind amusing for Sora. Sora face gave out a slight grin while watching Flemm struggle. Flemm stopped for a moment and ask Sora again for some help. Sora, was annoyed to this fact, but this time he was going to give him a different answer. His amusement of watching Flemm was gone.
Sora looked at Flemm into his eyes and then said "Fine, I'm bored now watching you struggle". Sora walked over to the sword and rubbed his hands. He peaked at Flemm for a moment. "Its rather funny watching you trying to get it out". Sora admitted. Sora grasp the sword at it handle. Wrapping his around the handle, very tightly.
He gave it a go. He first tried to pull and it wiggle slightly. He let it go and relax his muscles for a moment. He took a deep breath and grabbed onto the sword again. He pushed up hard as he could, using his arms, back, and his legs. Finally, the sword gave in and popped up. Sora fallen backwards and landed onto his lower back, again. He looked around to Flemm and slightly grin. "Happy now?"
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Post by Flementine on Jan 29, 2010 1:15:27 GMT 1
Flemm watched quietly, almost amazed by his success, Sora really subdued to his cries. Mentally of course, he doesn't cry physically, no, shingami's were suppose to appear like demons. He grinned slightly when he rose, his pleading eyes drained away, peering at his with a more calmed look now. It hurt making the eyes, but it was slightly fun to do even if it was truly pointless. As he spoke the only words that grazed him were fine, whatever comments came with it were sort of lost. He grinned widely at this achievement. Sora walked past him, towards Gurehasu, which sadly was still delved into layers of earth while even it's master wasn't putting any strenuous effort into saving it.
Curses gushed through his mind, things he could imagine a blade saying to a uselessly lazy childish master. Such a colorful vocabulary he had, he even had a half made giggle slip out. His face was turned back to the blade, Sora's grip tightened around it. It was time to watch and be entertained, learning was never part of his daily activities. The first tug only made the blade rattle and shift angles.
He wanted to chuckle, mr.macho's attempt one ended in failure. Attempt two produced better results, the blade torn from the ground in his grip. Sora on the other hand landed on his back once more, a repeat of ten minutes ago, maybe with less uplifted dirt. Happy was he? He gave the man a gleaming smile, "Very so,' he said, leaning over to grab his blade. what to get first? He was either to help the man to his feet or the blade into his sheath, the hard choices in life. He wanted the blade first, the man probably didn't mind being able to rest on the soft grass.
He would get his blade if allowed, sliding it into his sheath before leaning over a again peering into Sora's face where he would offer thanks and possibly offer a hand in help. Being polite n' all, he had to help friends as a duty right?
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Post by nova on Jan 29, 2010 5:03:31 GMT 1
Sora, had watched Flemm putting his sword up into his sheath. He wasn't offended by or anything. One could think more into this if they wish. Flemm, choosing his sword first, its be only logically speaking for one to put part of their soul into a safe place first. Thus, keeping themselves and others around them to be safe. Though, this little matter has nothing to do it or did Sora wanted to keep on thinking further into it.
He wasn't the type to think too much on small details kind of guy. Flemm took out his hand out to Sora. Sora looked at his hand for moment. Looking at the lines and wrinkles of Flemm hand. How trim his nails are and how clean they are. Sora, lifted his hand to Flemm.
Grasping his warm and sort of soft hand. Sora lifted up from his legs. Using Flemm hand as balance. Finally, getting to both of his feet. Sora then started to dust himself off. Padding down from his shoulder, his chest, and then his lower legs.
Sora then looked at Flemm with an expressionless face. Like it was no big deal, which it really wasn't. He look over and saw some more dust and he knocked it off. Finally, Sora seemed content. He looked at Flemm. With no real expression. "You need to work out more."
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Post by Flementine on Jan 29, 2010 22:06:10 GMT 1
Apparently no grudges were bread, after his sword was sheathed and safe by his waste Sora had accepted his offered hand. Flemmy felt his hands grip his, they were slightly rougher than his and squeezed against his with a nice warm feeling as he pulled weekly helping Sora up. He didn't seem to care much, least somebody loved his blade like a good friend. Fuck you... I know you wanna. He really couldn't wait now to meet up with Gure again, the circus would be on a whole new theme, male torture! He covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, while Sora stood opposite of him, brushing dirt from his clothing. His face a little like a stoics. This would arouse suspicion soon enough, but he felt about even with how many unneeded laughs and smiles he's already conducted.
He brushed a a patch of bangs from an eyes, spotting Sora out of it. Pleased as he ever seemed, saying something about how he needed to work out more. Tch, he was questioning how well this man thought he knew him already. A gym, he's never even lifted a weight excluding when he got slightly curious. He gave him a sickly stare, the one that screams You think I will?! he took a brief pausing moment, his stare faded and the bright twinkling eyes and grin took their original places.
It wasn't very doubtful that he would ignore this, work was below the word spinach in his dictionary. Things he'd never dare try, out was just somewhere in the middle though, he liked out after all. He propped his hair cutely to a side and sent a glimmering look towards Sora, they were to find something else to do. He was completely out of ideas to do while just sitting there, "Off we go!!" He hollered, taking the position of a super hero pointing outwards into the outer grounds of the place. He wanted to make the fwooshing sound as they went, but first sora had to join. In one part of his mind he thought maybe, just maybe, sora would do it too. That dream died in like five nano seconds flat. Where to though?
[Sorry for short post, try to make next one better.]
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Post by nova on Jan 30, 2010 20:07:23 GMT 1
ooc: Been busy irl
Sora scratch his head for a moment. He watched Flemm pointing into a random direction and then it seems he was confused. Sora lift his arm, bent his arm and put his hand onto his face into a facepalm. This is twice Flemm made him do this. Flemm have a very low attention span and is very hyper. He's also very clumsy.
Sora slapped the back of Flemm. Landing on his upper back. Sora looked into Flemm eyes and gave him an evil grin. "How about we go and get some drinks instead?" Sora was a little thirsty and he was still off duty at this point. He had nothing better to do either.
The sun was still up into the great endless sky. So many faceless people came by and go into the library. Wondering inside the infinite amount of information that was inside. Full of books on hollows, the human body, history, and only go knows what else. He chuckle for that though. God, right. He closes god there was, and that was the spirit king.
Though, Sora never had the pleasure of meeting him. Hell, Sora don't even know what he even looks like! He was always wondering about that. We're the soul reapers are under his command, but yet most of us don't even know what he looks, or even sound like. Sora mainly wanted to know how strong he is. He had to be strong. After all, he is the spirit king.
ooc: also, its cool XD
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Post by Flementine on Jan 30, 2010 21:41:23 GMT 1
Hmm, flemmy couldn't think of a place to go. He was whizzing through places but there didn't seem to be anything he had yet to do there, at least not without he lovely drug abuses. He slid his legs together and stood up normally, rubbing his together like he had some maniacal plan, but while in this process Sora had pressed his palm against his face. Interesting as that was, he'd leave that be, more pressing matters were at hand. His fingers ran around each other in some odd circles, his light blue orbs skimming the scenery, shrinking and growing rapidly, a little skill of his.
A few seconds more and a hand came down on his back, Sora's of course. He stumbled slightly, almost committing to his second face plant today. His fingers knotted within each others as his arms almost immediately tugged, reflexes can be bitches at times. His hands pulled against each others rather harshly, he could feel something moving out of place, a little popping noise ran through his mind. Ghnuuuuuu! He could feel the warm pain ease through his hands, it felt like something was burning through his hands. His left foot stumbled forward, he didn't really want to land on this dislodged hand though.
He balanced himself on the toe of his right foot using his back and leg muscles to straighten up his other foot returning to the ground. The seconds it took for him to regain stature he had spotted the wrong going, his middle ring fingers hand been dislodged. Weird, you could see part of his skin bumped out where the bone was now at. Talk about barfing, he used his left hands jamming them into place once more, he was silent though. Nobody would notice, he didn't squeal or anything at all, just a flash frown then grin once more. Sora facing him from behind wouldn't notice it either, he really didn't like not seeming clumsy.
He rubbed his cheeks with his tingling fingers, his sense of touch appeared unaltered, thank god for that. The skin around his fingers were red but it was nothing to draw notice to. Whatever, he whizzed around only for his eyes too pass Sora once then return. Something about getting a drink, but he really didn't like the evil grin added in...he stared at his curiously, what was he up to? "I want juice!!!" He exclaimed, raising his right hand for effect. He wanted some juicy boxes, he had found them a favorite of his from earth. His hand fell down, pausing mid way pointing off into the abyss once more, where were they supposed to go?
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Post by nova on Jan 31, 2010 1:18:30 GMT 1
Sora listen to Flemm and watched him like a hawk. Staring at him with amusement. Watching this guy period was amusing Sora. It was like watching t.v without popcorn and a bing bad chair! Flemm wanted juice from a box. But Sora didn't know what that is. He wasn't around during that era and havent been in the human world in some time to know at all.
The human must have changed a lot since his time. From his journey he read. It was mainly about swords, spears, arrows. There was a lot of fighting. For land, for money, and power! How much could have chaos changed since that time long ago? This question came again into his mind now. But yet did Sora know or even come close to a juice in a box.
Was the juice in a large box? If so, how would one drink from it? Would pick it up and drink straight from the box like that? Flemm couldn't possible be able to do that. That must be very heavy thing to do. Or was it in a small box? That was possible, but wouldn't the juice leak out and spill every where?
Juice in a box, this was annoying Sora. He didn't understand. He wanted to understand. He didn't even know how to respond to something like that. One of these days, Flemm going to have to take him toe human world. And show Sora how much the human world has truly change. "I don't understand." That was all his reply was. How could Flemm think he would have understand?
ooc: a lot of pop of today...>.> <.< >.<
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Post by Flementine on Jan 31, 2010 2:15:16 GMT 1
"Ahh" Flemmy stretched his limbs, feeling the muscles loosen, the burn of over stretch. This wasn't something he did often, but nor was the reply he was getting. This must have been a joke, a prank, one of those t.v. shows that are made for the purpose of being duped. This man didn't know what a juice box was...It was a frightening thought, just going over the words and his expression gave him shivers. He starred at him wide eyed, completely still, pure shock running through him now. He really had no clue, such a poor soul. He decided to back up slowly, Sora was now getting the treatment as if he was the plague. He stopped a foot away, still in a form of surprise. This man didn't know of one of the most common forms of drinks today.
if he had a phone he'd have called 911 and said they had a phsyco on the loose. He slapped his right hand against his cheek like an Oh my god, moment. Not bright, the nice brun sensation returned. His eyes flickered wide as possible for a moment before his mood was reset, his free hand pointy accusatively at Sora. "You aren't human!!!" He shouted, eyes drew to that, the sound of blades getting unsheathed followed...Oops, when in a land filled with people who detest hollows aka monster, you never accuse someone of not being a person. Even though technically they weren't humans either, he shook his head and blew loud making a churning whistle noise.
He stuck out his hands, people watched him intent on beheading him in his place. "Uhh...." It was a sticky situation, he looked back and fourth between said plague and the angry crowd. He was slowly inching towards the angry people with blades, choices seemed quite bleak right now. Then he decided life was worth the living, falling into a sprint in which he would grasp Sora a drag him away with him, this man needed to taste it asap!
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Post by nova on Jan 31, 2010 2:32:20 GMT 1
ooc: short post thats simply exits.
Sora looked around and saw the angry people. saying I'm not human. Well, it was time for some pay back. Sora, easily caught up with Flemm and tripped him by sticking his foot in front of Flemm. "Thats what you get for calling me not human! Also, meet you in the human world!Sora dashed off, running with god like speed, faster than a speeding bullet! Sora was a hoho master, speed was easy to him!
His feet touched the ground rapidly. Hitting the pavement one after another with stomping noises. Crusing everything below him, ant, bee, grass, dirt, he just didn't care! Just running forward, and move as fast as he can! He looked around and saw everything was just a blur to him. He still kept running until he ran into a wall, hard.
He rubbed his nose and ran of toward the direction of the human world. Moving at fast as he can. Looking back, watching Flemm for a second to make sure he was still coming. But still, leaving him in Sora dust. The wind was smacking his face. Making it gentle soft breeze.
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Post by Flementine on Jan 31, 2010 2:53:18 GMT 1
Omph, as he grabbed onto Sora his feet were knocked from below him, lil jerk. He was off at that, a race eh? this was so sad, "You flipping CHEATER!" He hollered, flipping back onto his feet with ease. Wiping his clothing clean, there was no need to rush. Then again...He turned running after his post haste. Glares sped past him, whispers whizzing by. No fun letting the whole thing go down without his own effort also. It felt nice, the wind hitting his cheeks, the sounds of dirt under his feet, the shouts of people caught in his mist of dirt. he probably wouldn't win but that didn't mean he had to be too late now did it?
[exit]
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