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Post by Fujibayashi Sheena on Apr 16, 2009 19:03:06 GMT -5
You say, your mind is a terrible thing to waste
What good is mine if I'm locked up in a cage?
I was hoping you could help me out of here
So I could finally disappear[/sub]
[/i] the ninja attempted to look, there were stacks upon stacks of scrolls and parchments teetering on her desk, stuffed into every possible nook and cranny to the point she began to wonder if it was possible to drown in a flood of things that needed to be signed. If it was indeed possible, she was sorely tempted to simply vanish from sight for the next week or two to just get away from it all. Burying her fingers in her purple-sheened hair, Fujibayashi Sheena let her head hit the desk with a muffled 'THUMP' cushioned by a perilously arranged stack of diplomacy agreements she was supposed to be looking over. Off to her right, a vastly smaller assortment of treaties were painstakingly folded in the Mizuho style and wrapped with a single delicate ribbon; each bearing her signature of consent. Compared to the sheer avalanche of 'to-do's, however, it made her feel like she was getting nowhere. Being chief of Mizuho was no picnic, that was for sure. Who knew she had to go through such a hassle with policies and trade agreements with the surrounding territories? At this rate, she'd grow a beard in the time it took for her to read through even half of this nonsense, let alone talk it over with the council and get it mailed back within a week. This was just ridiculous. "That's it. I'm DONE." She snarled, sweeping an arm across her desk in a flurry of pristine white sheafs adorned with elaborate calligraphy. In a moment or two of wading up to her knees in the white sea of frustration and brain-hurt and kicking aside whatever got in her way, the woman's office soon resembled a small, localized snowstorm as paper flew left and right, bounced off objects, et cetra et cetra. After tripping over a few books cleverly hidden by the mock 'snow' and gaining a smarting nose from making an aquaintence of the closed door, she kicked the sturdy wood open with a foot and stomped outside into the sunshine with such fury in each step it was a wonder she didn't leave holes in the earthy soil in her wake. With a simple explanation of "I'm going out, and don't you dare ask why." to the first villager that scurried up to her with another armful of ghastly parchments, the Summoner/Clumsy Assassin/Martel knows what else promptly pivoted on her heel and stalked briskly away with her pink ribbons flaring out behind her. How long had it been since she had been off adventuring? Days? Weeks? Months? Heck, it felt like years... Finding a seat under a particularly large tree, she rested her back against the rough bark and stared thoughtfully at her ink-stained fingers. It wasn't her idea of a great job, but someone had to do it. Of course the council could've done their share, but Sheena had a sneaking suspicion they were trying to test her patience simply to make sure she was leader material. "...well, they won this round." she muttered wryly, scrubbing her stained fingers against her black leggings in an effort to get the stubborn black tinge to come off. Sheena knew she wasn't leader material. Yet it seemed for Martel knows why there was no-one else suited to take the job either, since her grandfather had stepped down and Orochi had all but refused to take the post himself. Eventually she gave up on the ink stains, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on her crossed arms. What was the rest of the group up to? Not that she would've admitted it outright, the ninja missed the posse something awful-- wether it was Colette's cheerful klutziness, Lloyd's steadfastness, or Raine's ruin maniac mode, remembering all the old chaos they had gotten into and out of together brought a faint curl to her lips. Of course if she was craving a reminiscing buddy, there was always time to visit Regal or Presea... but they were probably busy doing their own things. Zelos was just out of the question. He was a good guy at heart, but he had a knack for getting under her skin in the most irritating fashion at the worst possible time. To put it bluntly, she didn't have as much patience for the Idiot Chosen and his bratty 'hunnies' as far as she could throw Noishe. Maybe it was time to get back to that paperwork... it wasn't going to finish itself. [/size][/ul] |
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Post by Michael on May 31, 2009 19:03:44 GMT -5
He lucked out [/b] boy did he ever Michael was making his was back to Mizuho after fending of the Cruxis angels to warn The Chief about what had happened he had been training in the near by forest.When he was attacked by Cruxis angels he was lucky to be alive let alone walking back to Mizuoh. but he was limping rather than walking back and he was not looking good.He was making his way back to the village his Shirt all scratched up his arm bleeding scars on him and everything he couldn't look any worse even if he tried. witch he did not plan on trying to look more bad than he already did. He had To warn the village and chief Fujibayashi while he could who knew when Cruxis would strike again. but he was not taking any chances he would not let Cruxis Turn His and all his friends home into the next Iselia. like what One of the 5 Desian Grand Cardinals once did due to turning A poor old women into a monster he wouldn't allow it not one bit. "Chief Fujibayashi." Michael called entering the Village heading for the chiefs house he stopped half way there and coughed up some blood from the battle with a few members of Cruxis one of the ninja's of the village was about to come over and help but michael put his hand up and shook it saying he was fine. Michael was always a hot headed one but that is what kept him who he was. he finally made it inside the village chiefs area and leaned against the wall for support. "Chief Fujibayashi we are in danger" Michael said holding his arm were he had been majorly damaged from the battle he had lost a lot of blood from the battle but he was glad he was able to make it back home to the village. he had heard about what how Cruxis and the Desians were part of the same group and what they were trying to accomplish he would figure out what exactly there big plan was latter. "Chief Cruxis there" Michael started but than suddenly collapsed probably due to the amount of blood he lost trying to get to the village. |
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Post by Fujibayashi Sheena on Jun 23, 2009 2:12:18 GMT -5
[/color] The muttering escalated to slightly below a shriek as she rose to a standing position, her black hair hidden by her hands as she clutched at her head as if it were about to split in two. Clearly she was in no mood to be disturbed. "Well you know what?! I need a VACATION." The declaration was matched with a dull THUD as she spun about and landed a kick on the tree's solid trunk, which did nothing to the tree, of course, but it made her feel marginally better. At least before her foot started smarting something awful. In which case Chief Fujibayashi felt even worse than she originally had if that was physically possible. The trek back to the village was short (But it seemed longer with a limp) and punctuated with curses uttered under the ninja's breath. What could possibly be so important as to kick up such an unholy racket?! If it was monsters, the villagers were capable of protecting themselves without her. But from intuition alone... Sheena had a suspicion it had nothing to do with the local flora or fauna. Upon reaching the entrance of the village itself, it became quite apparent what was going on from the trail of blood meandering away through the gate; a factor she considered carefully while testing the soil with the toe of her boot. What an interesting development. Ignoring the cries from the villagers with demands to know what was happening, she pressed her lips into a grim line over her face while following the trail of blood in a beeline towards her house. In a few moments, she came upon the bloodstained Michael just in time to hear something about "Cruxis" before he passed out. Meanwhile, some less boneheaded villagers hustled off in the other direction to find a healer to tend to the wounded boy. Did she hear correctly? Cruxis... but that was preposterous. No intelligence of late had come in to report any activity under the Cruxis name, let alone a massing force large enough to threaten Mizuho. "Get this man some aid. He's hallucinating."[/size][/ul] |
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Post by Yomi on Aug 18, 2009 4:23:13 GMT -5
Due to one of the members not having this character quilified correctly for the account. This thread is supspended and placed into the archives until further notice on the situation.
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