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Post by Oriana on Aug 5, 2011 0:20:51 GMT -5
Soft, snow-colored sandals slapped the white hard stone floor. Raven made her way towards the training sessions, curiously eying the kiddies as they began fighting their first lessons. Raven chuckled a bit, how amusing it was to her to see them duel, the winner's would boast on how powerful they were, if only they knew they're merely just ants compared to the bigger reacher's. The gym was centered in the middle, around it were stairs that lead to the passage ways, glass walls surrounding the center as a fence.
Perhaps some of them were just pawns as well, just to secure the new future leader had dogs to defend him. In this game of survival, the one with the ultimate powers, survived. While the others had there life threatened for the sake of their leader, Raven muttered looking away hastily. How incredibly bored she was, judging the children of the order. Finally she made her way over to a chair, her pale tank-top standing out from the deep red wallpaper the gym had been painted with.
Her bright lime eyes looking down at her jean-blue skinnies. Mulberry colored hair swayed behind her, hugging her back closely. Then her slender body sat on the chair, illuminating eyes watching dully at the clearly poorly trained children. The light had finally caught the female's face, her nose was petite, her lips full, a color of nude pink. Long, full bold lashes were seen, her eyes looking as bright as ever.
Still Raven yawned, placing her soft hands over her mouth. She was certainly unmoved by the small bits of action going down there. Pawns She merely whispered, reminding herself she too was underestimated as a young child. Her breathing was calm, her features dull, absolutely no fun at all.
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Post by Rendezvous on Aug 5, 2011 17:56:41 GMT -5
Did he really have to live a life like this? Spying on others and anything else of the like? Maybe he did. He wasn't sure, and he didn't care. For now, he would pretend that he was a Reacher, he had a very interesting power on his hands ,though many people never got to live to tell about it. If they did, they went insane from the things that they were forced to see. The power of the mind was a wonderful and beautiful thing.
Leon entered the training grounds and glanced at the variety of Reachers that were training. Some were young and inexperienced, trained killers more like. It was as if they were mutants, but alas they were not. The wind ruffled the twenty one year old's red hair while the sunlight shone upon the gunblade strapped to his back. He didn't play games, and he sure as hell didn't need someone to teach him how to control his powers and what not.
A sigh escaped him, he wasn't the bad guy. Really he wasn't. He just wanted to fit in within the world, although being a spy sure didn't seem like a way to cut it. His blue gaze landed upon a dark haired girl although she looked just like everyone else around here. Uninteresting.
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Post by Oriana on Aug 5, 2011 18:16:47 GMT -5
Bright illuminating Jade eyes quietly watched over the children, looking some-what tiring. Raven muttered words under her breath, how aggravating it was just watching poorly trained students fight. She wouldn't bother teaching, as she didn't know how to describe things. It was also painful having to explain, every little thing so they're pretty little heads would understand.
Yet in her case, anything shown to her, just once, would allow her to master the skill completely. For that she was grateful on her gifts.
Did it honestly make her look pathetic, watching children fight? Something had caught her eye, It was a reacher she hadn't seen before. Perhaps she wasn't the only one bored enough to actually watch smaller children duel.
She'd seen him look at her, with dull blue eyes. Noticing he was incredibly bored by her appearance, well, that was a first. Clearly, he didn't know who she was. She'd carefully eyed him, her emerald eyes caught the shimmering light gun-blade on his back had reflected. Oh.. She whispered under her breath, admiring the weapon. Soon enough, her eyes lightened with interest.
Pushing on the chair's arms she got up from her seat, gracefully walking over to the man with crimson locks, yet that was of no importance to her, nor were his pastel colored blue eyes. What had gotten her attention was his shinning weapon. Finally she reached him, looking silently at his gun, not ever did she look at his face. You're obviously new here, nice. . weapon She muttered with a tired tone, yet her excitement picked up as she spoke the last word.
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Post by Rendezvous on Aug 5, 2011 18:38:25 GMT -5
Next thing he knew, the girl he had just glanced at, was approaching him. He abruptly stopped in his pointless walking and watched her carefully. He acknowledged her words, but it didn't seem like she was paying much attention to him, well she was paying attention to his gunblade. An impatient sigh left him as he murmured one word "Gunblade" He spoke. Ah the gunblade. It was much more sword than gun. The blade was made of the finest metals, while the hilt had the apperance of a gun. In fact, it was nothing like a gun, although some people tended to take it that way.
It wasn't too often that you found a female that was interested in weaponry. Although it also wasn't too often that you found a male that didn't want to show off his weapon. Leon turned so that his back was facing away from the girl. He really didn't want her gawking at his sword, that really wasn't a very nice thing to do these days.
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Post by Oriana on Aug 5, 2011 19:57:37 GMT -5
She studied it, curosity overwhelmed her as she found the weapons name. Gunblade.. eh? She whispered to herself, finding the weaponry quite amusing. Then the male looked at her with impatient eyes, her friece lime green eyes softly glared at his. Then he abrutly turned so his gunblade was hidden. Mhm. She muttered silently, he wasn't very soical, that was quite interesting.
Sorry, I'm just fascinated by things unusual here She muttered, hoping the boy wouldn't understand what she had truly said. To justify things, she hadn't seen a gunblade before, though she had seen the same type of man. You don't talk much, that's a bit new around here, I'm usually the quiet one around here She whispered, looking up to him, almost as if she were trying to get on her tipy-toes to see the blade. If she wanted to, she could easily appear behind him, taking a good glance at this so called blade, yet she had a few manners, and there was something interesting about this one person.
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Post by Rendezvous on Aug 6, 2011 16:54:58 GMT -5
A deep sigh passed through his lips, this was going to be a long day. He didn't figure that anyone would just waltz up to a twenty year old man, with a gunblade strapped to his back. Especially not a girl. "There isn't anything to talk about, so I don't want to waste my breath." He commented, taking a step back from the girl. She was making things difficult, because she was rather...err...crowding if you will. Maybe she was just like that, or something. Yeah, that would have been worse.
He didn't have blood red hair for nothing, that was for sure. Blue gaze shifted away from the girl and focused on a group of kids practicing their techniques, powers, whatever. Leon wondered if anyone else had his power, although someone probably did, somewhere. Maybe. He wasn't exactly sure. He just knew that he could get the job done with the power that he possessed, that was good enough if you asked him.
notes ; CRAP -dies-
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Post by Oriana on Aug 6, 2011 17:45:32 GMT -5
Quietly she looked at him, her soft glowing skin looked almost flawless. He seemed unsure, hesitant, not wanting to speak to her longer, or rather anyone much longer. Surprisingly, a small chuckle escaped her lips, yet she kept it quiet. Wasting breathe? Boy, your wasting your time by watching children duel. I'm just here for the hell of it, I don't feel like helping around here She responded to his comment, as she watched him step back. Then looking down at where the small kiddies goofed about, amateurs her mind seemed to whisper to her.
Though from where I stand, You have lots of breathes to spare, since you hardly look like a talker. She murmured slightly, shifting her weight to her other foot. Something was amazingly odd about him, perhaps It was just that he was new? He maybe didn't like being social, Raven couldn't blame him, the people here were arrogant and full of themselves.Raven leaned against the fence, Mulberry hair followed her every move.
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