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Post by solavalance on Apr 16, 2006 20:32:58 GMT -5
She ignored Damon for the time being knowing he could well enough slay any palidan of this city. She had examined the child, he was cleaner then any slave she knew. His clothing brand new and of quality cloth. Sandals maybe a year old. " He's cleaner then any slave i know of. He's fairly good looking and that dance he performed was a tribal war dance..." she whispered to Damon.
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Post by B on Apr 16, 2006 20:38:09 GMT -5
"So spent money on a spoiled brat to kill another spoiled brat?" He said aloud. Damon gets his money by robbing or killing passerbyers and fake Shinning Samurai. He was also forced to kill another Dark Samurai because that Samurai was jealous of Damon's strength. Damon then turned to the boy. "Do you like clothes like that?" He asked and spoke up before he let the boy answer. "Well too bad. You'll be wearing rags until the time we need you." He said then turned to the woman again. "I dont like him." He said, not even whispering. Damon always spoke straight out and without caring about others feelings.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 16, 2006 21:15:00 GMT -5
" I'm not weak" he whispered. But said no more he moved on with Eva. " What is your name?" she aked him with genuine curiousity. " My name-My name is Zhao Hui " he answered to the lady. " Hmmm Zhao meaning dawn, and Hui meaning brightness, I find it quite suiting" she complmented him. She was contrast to Damon being the nicer side. " Thank you M'Lady" he replied.
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Post by B on Apr 16, 2006 21:21:30 GMT -5
"A Black Knight.. Should we kill him?" Whispered a casual looking knight into a white knight's ear. "We'll ambush him on the road." The other replied as they mounted horses and took off to find a position.
"Dawn brightness?.. How pathetic.." Damon muttered. Damon wasn't the name given to him by birth, but he has forgotten his real name, so he used the name that suited him. 'The world's so oblivious to the true meaning of heaven and hell.' Damon thought watching the many people that stayed distant from him. "Hey slave, have you ever carried a sword before?" Damon asked. Sure he knew his real name but prefered to call him slave.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 16, 2006 21:29:05 GMT -5
" Yes Lord" he replied back to Damon. To know one's place was useful for any slave. ' I wonder how many people in the Celestial Beauracracy is recording his life accomplishments?' Zhao Hui mentally questioned. He kept up with them in fear of being lost in the crowd and being caught again by a slave master.
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Post by B on Apr 17, 2006 3:02:22 GMT -5
Damon only turned his head quietly. 'If the boy has past experience then good, this shouldn't take long. I feel my darkness already starting to fade..' He thought as he shook his head. He knew of the curse, and what will happen to him, he didn't like the thought, but maybe he did in some theortical way of him already being a Shinning Samurai in a Dark Samurai's body. Nothing made sense to Damon, only that he hasn't long to turn the boy to darkness.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 17, 2006 10:29:29 GMT -5
' They hunt him down, will they even to go as far as harming another person to get to this man?' he questioned to himself. ' Will he give me another name ot be called since I am now considered property?' so many questions but the answers so far away. " If I may be so bold.... will I be taught to use a certain type of weapon?" he asked Damon in a softer sounding voice.
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Post by B on Apr 17, 2006 19:15:24 GMT -5
"You will be trying many different weopons until we find one that suits you." Damon answered, treating the boy a bit more like a human. Damon was evil, but not as evil as he used to be. Before he knew that woman he would slaughter anyone who even eyed him, but now he just ignores them and waits for someone to attack first. At day, Damon never removed his helmet, at night he would under given circumstances. His glaring eyes could be seen from the darkness of his helmet.
"Is that them?" Whispered the Samurai to the Shinning Samurai. "Yes.. We must free the boy from that beast... Use any means necessary." This Shinning Samurai was already twenty-five..
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Post by solavalance on Apr 17, 2006 20:49:16 GMT -5
' Well I know how to weild a war fan and a scimitar. And a bow and arrow.... but so far thats the extent of it' he determined. Yawning now, waking up before dawn and dancing for an hour on end was tiring.... plus trying to get someone to take over ownership. ' I feel so tired' he thought lazily to himself.
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Post by B on Apr 18, 2006 1:55:35 GMT -5
(You didn't have to modify all the posts, you could've just mailed me. It's not like anyone's gonna go all the way back.)
"War fans sounds like a babies weopon.. Yet.. You might actually be able to catch him off guard." Said Damon out loud. The boy didn't know the plan but that's just what Damon does. Most Dark Samurais are worst than he is, but he still is bad. "I feel an odd sense.. I sense good.. Yet evil at the same time.." Damon said as his eyes shifted from side to side.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 18, 2006 19:05:32 GMT -5
" A war fan looks like any other fan but they are not made of wood. The Empress is said to have one with her at all times" replied the young slave. He was maybe five steps behidn the two if that. " We do not become creatures of art to please ourselves. We do it so we can survive" whispered Zhao. Earlier Damon had remarked on his name. But in truth Zhao Hui meant Brightness of Dawn. The lush bamboo forest surrounding the trio now, the green tree like vegetation giving them much cover from the beating sun. Although it would be coming down in an hour or two tops. The soft brown dirt path layed before them in welcoming arms. The thick brush of it was oddly uncomforting to the youth... what was to happen?
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Post by B on Apr 18, 2006 19:20:12 GMT -5
"Sounds.. Great.." He said, more occupied on his senses. Suddenly the Shinning Samurai leapt from the tree only to hit nothing but air as Damon spun out of the way. The other human tried to jump but was kicked back into the brush. Damon looked at the Shinning Samurai and made a slight bow, as did his opponent. Suddenly the guy attacked from the back as well as the Shinning Samurai from the front. Damon merely moved out of the way as the Shinning Samurai's sword peirced the breast of his comrade. Shinning Samurai's were unable to kill good. The Shinning Samurai's mouth was wide open at his sin. Damon stood there, smiling under his helmet. "You fool.. As of now you're just a human.. You're passing to the darkness... But you can thank me. I dont plan to have anyone competing with me." He said coldly as he slowly drew his blade and waited for his opponent. They both drew apart and clashed. The swords sang until their desperate battle cries as they connected. Suddenly blood splattered upon the grass as the Shinning Samurai fell to the ground with a wound in his shoulder. Sure he could be saved but Damon wouldn't allow that. "Say hello to the demons of hell!" He shouted as he beheaded the Samurai. Damon sheathed his blade and continued walking as if nothing happened. Samurais always tried to slay him, it was almost a weekly thing. Though rarely would a Shinning Samurai come, but that man was no better than wannabes.
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Post by D on Apr 18, 2006 19:29:53 GMT -5
He sat in the shadows watching the market. "I hate this...Selling slaves like items." He said to himself. He was once a slave, who was sold to an assassin. The assassin taught him how to be a ninja. He was a ninja. He had no name when he was sold, but his dead master had named him Kuro Shinzou. It meant Black Heart. He fought his master until the man died. Kuro even enjoyed it and when his master saw this he was given the name black heart. He sat there watching the crowd. He saw that a person had payed a lot for one boy. "Strange... Who pays that much?" He asked himself as he knelt in the shadows. This was fun to watch people. He didn't really care if he was caught by anyone and besides why would anyone care if he was there. He was just another Ninja. Kuro wasn't going to hurt anyone. He didn't feel like doing anything today except watching. He was actually quite lazy at times. Kuro saw Damon. "Samurai...and their prophecy?" He watched the battle and stood. He moved to the other side of the tower and jumped down. He hung on a ledge and then he jumped down again to the ground. He was now bored of watching. He was going to explore a bit. He did it rarely, so he chuckled. "I'm lazy...Heh." He said walking. He was behind the building now. No one ever went here, unless they had too. People were scared of being robbed because he liked to steal sometimes. ( Kuro's Appearance)
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Post by V on Apr 18, 2006 20:07:09 GMT -5
"Aww come on!! These can't be blanks I'm firing here!!" A furstrated yell came from the Korean woman. "Damn't! I'm lost..." The tan horse she was mounted seemed to be amused by this, as it let out a cry as if what laughing. "Oh, shut up..." She dismounted, straightening the head band that rest below her neck-length black hair. She was dressed like a Korean Hwarang, with armor similar to a Japanese samurai, only without the shoulder guards, and the armor had a more tiled pattern. A partizan was strapped to the horses saddle, which is a pike or a bardiche. Though, even through all this frustrated yelling, she was able to hear a battlecry. She peered through a small cluster of bamboo, and noted a man, standing before a headless samurai. She almost yelped at the sight. "I can't believe it.." The woman's name, was Seong-Fei.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 18, 2006 20:25:15 GMT -5
This was not the first time Zhao had seen a man or woman been striked down by a sword. Ten long years ago his home village was destroyed by two men, and one woman. His people were already a dying race but now..... he was the only survivor. The white clothed child walked forwards and knelt down by the body his hands in prayer. " Kuan Yin please send their souls onwards to the Water Dragon. Let her shining lady give them rebirth" he had spoken one of the many prayers to the Gods. But his favoured Diety was Kuan Yin the Compassionate Saviouress. " Let this be an offering on their behalf.
There was a field in my old town Where we always played hand in hand The wind was gently touching the grass We were so young so fearless
Then I dreamt over and over of you holding me tight under the stars I made a promise to my dear Lord I will love you forever" sung the young boy. His rich green eyes filled with a never ending passion of sorrow. The song was of his past. It would eventually be a forgotten past.
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