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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 11:51 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 4:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 12:50 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:46 am
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((Sorry about that post, I was...like I said, depressed. I'm fine now knowing that people care and proved me wrong *hugs Snuggle* Thanks for the PM x3))
Rex went into his dorm and rested on the bed. He fell asleep and started having a nightmare.
He was standing on a satanic symbol, several Demon spawned, surrounding him. Normally they wouldn't scare Rex, but his fear was forced and he fell on his backside in horror at the approaching abominations. Rex got back up. A memory arose in his dream self's head.
~~ "Wah!" "What is it Rex!? What's the matter?" "Monsters! Monsters everywhere. We're being invaded!" "*giggle* Silly Rex, you just had a nightmare." "A..nightmare?" "Yeah, you just had a bad dream." "A bad dream? What's that?" "A bad dream is when you fall asleep and you dream of something scary or sad." "...oh." "Don't be afraid Rex, it's never real and they can't hurt you." "But they look so real." "*giggle* I know, they usually do. But just remember that no matter how big or scary, they can't hurt you." "Are you sure?" "Yeah I'm sure. Just say "I'm the nightmare of my nightmares." Try it." "I...I'm the nightmare of my nightmares." "Very good. Now next time you have a dream, just think of that phrase and teach them who's boss." ~~
Rex formed a grin and transformed into a giant scythe clawed beast. He turned and twisted, reducing the Demons to a bloody fog. He felt strangled as a huge monstrosity resembling his creator and enemy appeared: Jack. Rex dodged it's attacks but as he was about to counterattack, he fell on his knees, unable to breath properly. The monster said something Rex would not remember. Rex was unable to hear his own voice but on the top of his lungs he yelled. "I am your worst nightmare!" As he leaped several meters in the air and slashed at the monster's throat. Before he actually hit, Rex woke up. Some time had passed since he fell asleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 9:27 am
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squeakers_13 (Sort it took me so long to respond, I was busy working on her outfit, I do design in spare time, so I had fun with it.) "You said earlier that to find one's soul armor, you just had to search your mind for it. I'll try." Robin shut her eyes, and let out a large sigh of air. Dropping her arms to her sides, she relaxed, letting her mind open to the area around her. "Hmm." A small hum escaped her lips, as she levitated an inch into the sir. My soul armor...where are you? A small light flared, like a small tea-light had been lit in a corner of her mind. Is that you? The light flared, the flame becoming bigger, fed by a steady stream of wind. A small smile crossed Robins face as her cloths shimmered and then changed, her hair falling loose of it's usual pigtails to sway in the breeze. In place of her capri's and long sleeve shirt was a long black skirt, slit at the side, and almost weightless, and a ribbed green tank top, with matching sleeves that went from her wrists to rest just below her shoulders. (Toped of by sandals, if you want to know.) Opening her eyes, she looked at Rock, "So do I have to look in my mind for weapons, or do I have to physically look for those?" " Just grab one and use it... THe words for special attacks will come as you imagine the next move and what you want it to do..." Rock walked up to a stone that had 2 bumps straigh enough to play pool on. On one side, he put the sword he was carrying and the daggers. He put his hand in a hole that match the chape of a hand exactly. Both tables let off a blast of light upwards and shut off a few seconds later revealing the exact same weapons on both tables. "Cloning tables... I can make as much weapons exactly alike as I please. Doing so it's a good way to keep weapons in case you lose them in battle. You still got a few others here.. You can take these if you want..." Rock pointed the newly appeared weapons. He walked up to a closet nearby and put on silver gloves and shoes. "I suggest you at least put thee silver shoes on. They will make your footsteps as quick as light, which travel at something like 300,000 km per hour... The gloves, they will permit me to spin my weapons in the air without touching them... Ready to go?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:49 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 11:30 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 11:19 pm
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"Almost..." Robin grabbed a pair of the shoes and stepped into them; she was instantly amazed at the way that seemed to mold themselves to her feet, but then smiled and shook her head, of course they were more than she thought they were. Glancing around, she picked up a pair of worn brown fingerless leather gloves and slipped them on, pleased by the way that they felt on her. The surprise came when she walked over to the weapons wall and tried picking up a spear: it weighed nothing. Frowning slightly, she pulled off one glove and tried picking it up again, and grunted, she couldn't lift it. Ok, the gloves let me lift heavy objects. After setting the spear back in it's spot, she took one last look at the wall. A large white fan caught her eye. Approximately one yard in radius, it was a creamy color, with slits in the wooden bones of it. Flicking it open, she made a pass with it and snapped it shut again. It had set up a fierce, and had given off a piercing whistle from the slits. She smiled, and strapped it onto her back, on the leather strap that had appeared as suddenly as her eye had caught the fan. "Alright, now I'm ready."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 2:52 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 3:00 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 4:54 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 6:28 am
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