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Seiji chuckled, as if it should have been obvious, but then Sammy didn't know him that well. "I'm a ghost, I don't really sleep much, or long." This was normal for him, being up before classes. Usually he was up before dawn, out for a run before circling back towards the fitness room, then back for a shower and class. Today he'd been at Junko's place, staying after they'd dozed off together in her bed. He'd missed his chance for a run, but he'd hoped to get in a quick work out before having to make it to his first class.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 4:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 4:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 5:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 4:35 pm
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"We were," he corrected mildly, following after her. "For about a year." As she climbed up into the ring he came to stand beside it, arms crossing over the lowest rope. "It doesn't matter what happened, because we're together now, and we're getting married." No, Seiji had not broken up with Junko, it had been the ghoul, but it didn't matter. It was in the past, they had worked through it, and there was no need to worry over it now. No asses needed kicking.
His head tipped as she mentioned families being upset, and a half smile played over his lips. "No, I can't imagine they're terribly thrilled, given they were lied to. " Junko's family wasn't terribly happy with them either, but neither he nor the monster ghoul actually cared. Junko had cut ties with her family even before they'd separated temporarily.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 7:20 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 7:55 am
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For just a moment he stood there staring up at her, because these were all questions Seiji didn't particularly feel like answering, and had, in fact, tried to avoid them. "No, she has no ties to her family anymore." Seiji had never met Junko's father, but he had met his fiance's mother over the summer, and she'd not been terribly thrilled with the chunk of hair the ghost had lopped off the endless lengths that had been coiling around him.
Lips pursed, lay hands on the side of the ring and pulled himself up and into it, climbing to his feet. "Regardless of why, it's all in the past now." Fingertips trailed the edge of one rope. "Better to focus on the future instead."
Glowing eyes watched those lazy jabs, and a small smile cut along grey lips. "How about a spar?"
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 4:38 pm
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"You guys don't need em," she let lose a few more jabs and a lazy kick holding the kick up in the air as she spoke, "Junko's amazing with a needle, you guys will be fine, she could make dresses for half the ghouls in school and they'd be throwing seeds at her."
Finally he climbed into the ring her foot lowering to the mat as she turned to face him, "The past is still important, it makes up who we are, at one time I thought forgetting it would be good, it only made things worse and now that I remember I regret ever trying to forget." Her voice dropped as she said this, it was clear the past was a heavy weight on the ghol but one she needed.
When he finally asked for a spar she only grinned, the purple flames in her eyes growing large, no longer the shape of an eye but pure flames spilling out her empty sockets as similar flame crept along both her arms. "I thoght you'd never ask, I haven't burned off any of my fear ina looooong time."
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 10:58 am
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Seiji wasn't entirely sure what to make of Sammy's comments. Yes, Junko was very talented and made plenty of money, but was that supposed to imply he didn't, or couldn't make money on his own? His head tipped, expression thoughtful, but he didn't ask.
This entire line of conversation was actually one he was rather eager to get away from, but Sammy was tenacious, like a dog with a bone. He didn't even think she was doing it on purpose, either, which left the ghost unsure of how to handle her. "I'm not saying it's not important, it is, and we've learned from it." A frown, lips tugging down at one side. "I just don't really want to talk about it." Some people knew, some people didn't, and the ghost didn't really feel like it was anyone else's business, certainly not now that he and Junko had worked things out and were better then ever. "We're together now, and we're happy. That's the import thing."
He watched as the eerie flames in her eyes flared, swallowing up the pupils and the eyes themselves until nothing was left but the flicker of purple flame. Excited at the mere offer of a spar, it was enough to lure back the smile the boil had been wearing earlier. He liked a challenge, and Sammy would probably give him one. She was a tough ghoul, it'd be a good fight. "Well, let's do this then." He sank back into a ready crouch, arms coming up into loose fists. The dark designs on his arms began to stir, swirling and sliding around almost excitedly.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 9
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 2:25 pm
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Sammy didn't mean anything rude by it, she just didn't know what he planned on doing for a living, with Junko, well, you didn't really need much to figure that out.
Again she wasn't trying to cause trouble, she was just nosey about what her friend had been up to since she left the school. "Sorry if I bothered too much, I just haven't seen Junko and this is all new news to me. Gossip and all except like less rude since I'm asking the source. And you're right, all that matters is now." Even if Sammy's now involved a few lost friends, and her only 'family' hating her.
Finally it seemed the two had found one thing they agreed on, a good spar. She watched curiously as the marks on his arm started to shift, a sign of FEAR just like her own flames. Boucing from side to side she suddenly rushed in crouching low leaning to the side before throwing two quick jabs at his gut.
HP: 50
Dmg: 5
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