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Date Posted: 05/ 7/05 9:03:03am Sat
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Dashell
's message, "Fluid raindrops" on 05/ 6/05 3:21:50pm Fri
She watched, jealousy glinting in her eyes for only a second, then passing as she watched the others as well. They hated him for how quickly he had learned, just as they hated her.
A breath of bittersweet rose scent passed around her, hanging air with the soft smell of a freshly visited grave, and she returned to her own studies. Her style was less refined than his, each move striking its own death point on her illusionary partner. Mentally, she added her own twist, though at Dashell's caution she never manifested her thoughts.
Kyuusai was strong. Too strong to be anything naturally from this plane. Her hand crossed her body swiftly, palm up and slicing through the air with a barely perceivable whistle. It stopped as though it had struck something, or perhaps gone through it. Her second hand followed through, palm down as she lunged forward on her hips. Loose black pants and loose black shirt moved with her, snapping at the ripple of biokinetic energy that washed through with her strike. Frozen, she checked herself over, feeling what it felt like to have just done such a thing. She remembered, and if the need arose, her body would remember as well.
Dashell entered, spoke, and passed. Her motion continued, black braided leather belt swaying at each drastic movement and the seven unbraided strands at the end touching the ground at the depth of her stance. Black beads adorned the end of each strand, three for each, bluish gray hair and pale blue eyes contrasting her ensamble down to the smallest detail. Kyuusai could go unnoticed for now, she had her own world to participate in.
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