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Date Posted: 21:36:31 03/06/03 Thu
In reply to:
Invellios
's message, "...Isn't that great" on 20:13:30 03/06/03 Thu
He reappeared, his finger tips still brushing his forehead as he slowly lowered his hand, pushing back his bangs from his eyes with a smooth gesture. He opened his hand, as the blade itself polymoprhed itself, turning to pure ethereal energy, and flowing into Kiasin, letting the two merge as one until the mighty blade was needed.
We need a name to strike fear in their hearts
The shell didn't answer, as the conversations went within it's soul. The young saiya-jins body twitching countless times, each muscle ready..tense...antipating the time to spring, to dodge, to parry, to spin.
We sensed another blade...and this boy is talented in the art of using two at once, we should have stole it from the two.
He stood outside a small dome like house, next to it what would one think as a space ship.
It was a Training Gym, designed for increased gravity, made for warriors who enjoyed intense exercises, near death experiances...
Guys like Shirow.
Listen. We shall still aquire the sword. We cannot fight the others, from what we learned from the tratior, together they would have the chance to destroy us if they knew the way...we must not risk it...for now...we injure the pride of the one who has the sword...hurt him...and thus...we gain the blade for young Kiasin.
The others nodded as the boy slowly, almost brokenly, walked to his home, his hand reaching out and turning the knob, slowly, as if part of him was undecided.
The door creeked open, Kiasin walking in, his eyes slowly fading back to their normal green color, losing the malice filled ruby, as he looked for his mother......
And realized that he was not at Kiasins mothers house...but....
Ayame's.
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