Post by Marcelino Animus on Oct 14, 2011 1:31:54 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Feed the fire till my soul breathes free
My heart is high as the waves above me
Don't need to understand
Too lost to lose
Don't fight my tears, cuz they feel so good!"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"It is sad that we cannot remember anyone unless we know their name, can we not remember the people we have met by the things they have done. Names are rather pointless when you think about it; we only have them to stop people from calling us whatever they please. I guess I better give you my name before I become lost in these worlds, if you are ever to find this body lying dead somewhere remember the name Marcelino Animus."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Say whatever you wish to remember my face, just as long as you do not forget those words. I was born in Palamecia on the 9th of September which makes me 23 years old."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"How can you ask me such a thing, you only know my name, age and place of birth you know nothing of what I like or dislike or even if I date your kind. It is easy to see now that you are one of those rush in head first type of people, sadly you will find that sometimes doing that can get you hurt." {Pansexual}
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Now comes the questions about battle, you wish to know how I hold myself on the field of battle very well then I shall tell you as long as you promise not to forget. I am both a magic user and a sword wielder, however my skill with magic does not go beyond Black magic as with swords I prefer Katana."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Must you compare me to a horse, I know I am not a man of beauty I would like to think I do not look like a horse."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I stand tall at exactly six foot."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"It is nice to see you are trying to learn more about me, the more you know about me the easier it will be to remember me in days to come. However if you do try to see my body without asking me beforehand I will be forced to remove those hands. To avoid that situation I shall just tell you. I have a slender body with muscle definition, not feminine yet not masculine at the same time."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Clothes do not make the man, they are simple what we wear to cover our naked bodies. Yet I guess I must feel some sort of joy in knowing I am one of the lucky ones, for all my clothes are of high quailty."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"My face is my own however a young blonde boy once told me I look like Kamui Gakupo from Vocaloid."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I wish to look like myself, how am I to stay in the pages of history if people only think of me as the person who looks like him."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"You should have asked me this question before you asked me out on a date, it may have increased your chances of getting a date out of me. Now back to the question. I like tea, roses, buttlerflies, books, writing and I prefer the feeling of the night. My dislikes include fire, guns, clocks, dirt and snakes."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I do not have any dirty habits, you will find I am a rather refinded man. As for secrets I do not think I am ready to share those with anyone perhaps they will go with me to the grave."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Have you forgotten me already, perhaps you find it hard to remember people."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Yet now you seem to remember me, your memory is rather odd have you had someone study it."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I think you should forget about taking me anywhere, soon I will leave this place and we may never met again. But you have your memories of me, that is if you mange to keep them."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My mother was a black mage and my Father was a Swordsman. It is why I am trained in both those arts."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I remember a woman who use to spend all her time at our home, if I recall correctly she was rather close to my family."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Is it odd that I can remember dying, there was a women with blonde hair and she came to see me. We shared an embrace unknown to me that she had a knife, the next think I remember is lying on the floor watching as she left me to die. How odd that my own memory is starting to fail me, I shall need to leave you soon."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Good Bye, I shall not forget you or the time we shared."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. King Kuja
age. 19
rp experience. 3 and a half
rules. Thundaga
rp sample."The pleasure is all mine" Canaria would simply place her hand on her chest and give a small bow of her head, for Kuja was playing the part of a Nobel woman who was lower on the ladder then both Zidane and Mikoto. "Oh my dear you do not need to thank me at all, It was a wonder to watch you grow" a small smile spread across blood red lips, so far Mikoto had done nothing to let Zidane know who "she" really was. "Zidane there will be no need to escort me back, I can handle myself you should trust me on that one".
"Lord Kuja will arrive when he sees best, the perfect entrance for the leading Man" "she" said it like any woman who admired someone would say something like that. "I wouldn't say I was her Teacher, just call me a watchful eye" Kuja knew that tone of voice, Zidane was beginning to notice things and was currently trying to figure it out. The silver haired siren wanted to know what it was that got him onto those trains of thoughts, what had caused the blonde to suddenly see that what he was being told had a few gaps in it.
A small smile would spread across those crimson lips again, it was interesting watching Zidane piece together the information. "That would be correct Zidane" Kuja didn't see a need to try deny anything right now, from the looks of it the blonde had it all figured out. In all honesty Kuja thought Zidane would never figure it out and it would fall on him to show Zidane who Canaria really was, yet here the blonde was proving him wrong with every word he said.
Kuja waited for Zidane to say it out aloud, that Canaria was in fact Kuja however the next words to fall from the other genomes lips were nothing but a big disappointment. Kuja's left hand would move to rest on his hip, while his right hand would soft hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. The stupidity of the others accusation was laughable, yet first Kuja had seen a need to hit him just to check and see if he was dreaming. Yet there Zidane stood still accusing Canaria of being an assassin, it seemed Kuja had been right all along Zidane would never have figured it out.
"I see the lessons with Etoile have done nothing for your mind, in fact it is still as dense and thick as the castle walls" The voice that came out was no longer that of a woman’s, it was Kuja's proper voice the slightly feminine voice that the blonde was sure to know. The hand that was face palming him moved down to wrap slender fingers around the necklace he wore, the necklace was also what kept the charm on chest going. With a slight tug the necklace came off, the once womanly chest faded away rather quickly almost as if it had never been there. Next those fingers would reach up and gently slide under the blue wig, lifting it off his head. Silver hair would gently fall back down into place, catching the moonlight in its strands.
"Do you plan to use our little sister as a shield, it seems the knight has lost his manhood" there Kuja stood still in the dress yet now it was much clearer who Canaria really was and if Zidane couldn't see it now then surly he was a lost cause..
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