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Post by Sheeka Rithan on Jun 18, 2012 11:18:18 GMT -5
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Post by SAYOMI on Jun 20, 2012 22:45:09 GMT -5
"Yes... I live her. I wouldn't worry about the location, I rather like the view" The girl said, pointing the practice weapon at Sayomi's neck. She snickered at the sight. Please, she had guns pointed and shot in her leg at point blank range what is a stick possibly going to do to her?
Sayomi overheard their voices but since she made the doll house it was like hearing them through a filter. Apparently they have plans on tearing the place down. How saddening since she just made the house.
"Ayame Inazuma, sister of Raitaro, the Leader of Spiaggia. What business do you have here?" Sayomi snickered as she hung her parasol off the stick pointed at her. She then snapped her fingers to make an opening for the rest of the family currently present.
" I am just the secondary Mist guardian of this family. I hope you don't mind my presence." Sayomi said with a smile. She then used her box weapon to summon balloon chairs for everybody. "Sorry I can't make more comfy chairs. My ability to solidify mist flames does have a limit after all."
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Post by kentaro takahashi on Jun 25, 2012 18:46:11 GMT -5
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Ken was obviously impressed with what he saw. He pushed his sunglasses forward over his face and clicked on a button on the side. Through his glasses, he could see that everything like the tables and the chairs that Sayomi had produced were made entirely out of mist flames. He had never seen a box weapon like this before, and he had seen a lot of strange yet powerful box weapons, but he had seen nothing that looked liked the inside of a girl's room. He examined the tables and chairs, still looking at them through his glasses, touching them and smirking. Ken thought to himself quietly, thinking that these objects were true illusions.
He sat on the chair that was made for him and laid back, or tried to since it wasnt very comfortable to sit in them. Ken smiled at the little girl they called Ayame, hoping to familiarize himself with Rai's whole family. "Im Kentaro, Im also a friend of your brother's." Ken looked at Rai and could see the resemblance within the family. So now he had met his father and his sister, he now wondered about his mom, if she was a mafia member and if she would be helping out the family, mostly by making food. He couldnt remember the last time he had a real homecooked meal. The second he started to think about it, his stomach started growling.
While he was too busy examining the contents of the room, Ken had forgotten about his question, the question that Rai never answered. Rai was just a kid so he didnt expect him to have the attention span to listen, so he just sat back in his chair and smirked at everybody.
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Post by RAI INAZUMA on Jun 27, 2012 6:13:22 GMT -5
Of course, while Raitaro and Sheeka were charging at the house Kentaro seemed to keep irritatingly calm throughout the whole thing. Raitaro made note of Sheeka's shooting pattern, that was useful, he was pretty good at the whole strafing thing and he managed to avoid him nicely as the bullet's impacted. Watching to see where the Real Illusion bullets had hit, Raitaro aimed for what looked like a crack and leapt into a flying kick-
-directly into the convenient opening.
There was a moment where his determined face dropped into one most resembling a dumb herbivore suddenly seeing a bright light coming at it when he landed awkwardly and tumbled into a baloon chair, knocking his into the air as Kentaro took his. Stupid emotionally controlled Sky Guardian. Making sure Sheeka was in here too, Rai was still a litle twitchy about the whole 'suddenly making a dollhouse arund Ayame' thing, he hopped into the balloon chair for him and listened as Kentaro introduced himself, he lookd a little quizical at Sayomi "Y'know, Honii it's not nice to scare people like that. I mean, obviously I trust you but not everyone will-" "Geez, Nii-san, take a cold shower or something. Look, if you and dad are still doing this stupid mafia thing that's fine but don't make a mess of the house and don't bring it home with you!" tossing her training spear back onto the rack she huffed over her shoulder "I'm going to get you all some snacks, I think we have some Dango from the store. Don't make a mess of anything!" Ayame huffed, she wasn't being that polite but Sayomi had scared a little. She couldn't use flames and the sudden illusion had rattled her.
Raitaro looked a little bashful, his girl-crazy nature probably needed to be roped in a bit "Well, OK, everyone's fine. Sayo-chan, is this your box weapon? It feels pretty solid" Raitaro was squeezing the seat he was sitting in. It filled an important niche in their defence plans, Sheeka seemed more like a head-on combatant than a defensive illusionist, this doll's house felt a lot more like it could be used to trap the opponent. "OK then, I think my dad expects us to use the dojo for any of our meetings or training or whatever unless they find a Mare Ring then it's dining room time. Obviously we can't use it when there are classes in here unless you all want to learn Inazuma style Soujutsu so in that case we'll use my room. So, uhh... any questions?" Ken was right, Raitaro had completely forgotten about his question earlier, though he may have given an answer to it.
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Post by Sheeka Rithan on Jun 27, 2012 10:21:27 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style] | [atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 400px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94][style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topright: 40px; -o-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-topright: 40px;] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg);] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomright: 40px;] [/style] | [rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] Well. So much for that. Sheeka stopped the second the door open and twitched in obvious annoyance. What was Sayomi playing at? Crazy little witch...He had never distrusted somebody so much in his life. Well, other than his adoptive father when he'd first been picked up off the streets...he'd kind of worried about the man's intentions, although they all turned out to be alright.
However, his trust of Sayomi was just...not there. However, when Raitaro went flying through the opening she'd made, Sheeka pressed a hand over his mouth, stifling a giggle as he moved into the open and warily took a seat. The illusion seemed pretty...interesting to say the least.
Sheeka glanced towards Raitaro's sister and smiled at her. "I'm Sheeka. A...friend. I think. Of your brother's as well." She seemed annoyed with the whole mafia thing, but it was understandable. It was dangerous after all. His mother who had been a former member of the mafia hadn't wanted her child to be a part of it for that exact reason.
"Obviously we can't use it when there are classes in here unless you all want to learn Inazuma style Soujutsu so in that case we'll use my room. So, uhh... any questions?" |
[/i] Although it would be interesting to learn the style, the spear wouldn't fit the short mafioso's style well enough. Although, it would make up for his height problems in length...he seemed better fit for a style that required some form of flexibility. Bah. Whatever. "Eh...not really," Sheeka commented, still very interested in the surrounding illusion. It seemed solid enough. Ooh. Was that a stuffed teddy bear? He grabbed the animal and settled back into the balloon chair, holding the illusion stuffed animal to him rather happily. He looked around, almost sheepishly and shrugged. "What? I like stuffed animals." So he was short and liked stuffed animals...was he sure he was a teenage boy? [/style][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 100px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; padding: 2px 5px;][style=font-family: courier new; color: #FFFFFF; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-transform: uppercase;]words || 317 tagged|| spiaggia family notes || Think he likes stuffed animals? [/style][/td][/tr] [tr][td][cs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212; padding: 3px;][style=font-family: courier new; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;] made by aveon on btn[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by SAYOMI on Jun 29, 2012 11:25:02 GMT -5
"Y'know, Honii it's not nice to scare people like that. I mean, obviously I trust you but not everyone will-"
"Geez, Nii-san, take a cold shower or something. Look, if you and dad are still doing this stupid mafia thing that's fine but don't make a mess of the house and don't bring it home with you!" Sayomi giggled at the site of Rai being ranted on by his sister. She could clearly tell which of the two was more in control so to speak. "I'm going to get you all some snacks, I think we have some Dango from the store. Don't make a mess of anything!" Ayame left the dojo turned doll house. She snickered as Rai squeezed the seat he was sitting on.
"Well, OK, everyone's fine. Sayo-chan, is this your box weapon? It feels pretty solid"
"Yes...this is my box weapon. Technically it's a large premade illusion that I'm supplying power to with my flame." Sayomi looked at her lit ring, still pouring out mist flames to keep this house solid.
"OK then, I think my dad expects us to use the dojo for any of our meetings or training or whatever unless they find a Mare Ring then it's dining room time. Obviously we can't use it when there are classes in here unless you all want to learn Inazuma style Soujutsu so in that case we'll use my room. So, uhh... any questions?"
"Eh...not really," Sheeka said. He then noticed a nearby teddy bear. Much to Sayomi's shock, Sheeka went over to grab the teddy bear and then sat down on a balloon chair. "What? I like stuffed animals." Sayomi giggled.
"We said nothing~" Sayomi looked over at Kentaro. "Oi, Scientist-san, I have a question." Sayomi presented her hand with her ring on it. "Mind if you help me find a B-rank or higher ring? I could put more power into this illusion but doing so would shatter the ring and well...let's just say dying will flames are trouble to come across..." Not to mention the people Sayomi gets them from have...so much resistance.
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Post by kentaro takahashi on Jun 29, 2012 14:32:22 GMT -5
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Ken just laughed at the way Rai was yelled at by his little sister, as one could tell that she was the one who had everything worked out for her. He chuckled to himself, thinking that she was one of the only ones that could make Rai quiet a little, though he knew that it would never last. He thought about the type of relationship that he had with his sister and was reminded of his twin brother. He soon got quiet and his expression turned blank as he was in his own little world. Ken could imagine the way he and his brother used to play together and argue with each other. The images that ran through his head were dark and graphic, as he could remember every detail about what happened that night when his entire family was killed.
It seemed that while he was in deep thought, Rai had asked them if they had any questions about what they had just talked about. Ken snapped out of his dazed state and looked around with a confused look on his face, which then turned to a calm smirk. "No questions for me." Ken laid back, pretending that he heard everything that Rai said. Though he knew that he was going to have a good time when he saw Sheeka grab a stuffed animal, which made him laugh. "Man Sheeka, you are something else." It amused him to think that this boy was the mist guardian, and their enemies would definitely be afraid of them.
Ken continued to look around as Sayomi explained her box weapon, saying that it was a premade illusion, understanding what that meant. "I see. It is an unorthodox weapon, no offence." He then listened to the question that she had for him, and made him rub his chin in an inquisitive way. "Well A-Rank rings are typically rare in this world, but B-ranks are easy to get in this line of work." Ken chuckled to himself. "But im sure i can come up with one for you. If i had a space to myself at least." Ken looked over at Rai, hopefully he was meeting his gaze.
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Post by RAI INAZUMA on Jun 29, 2012 18:04:40 GMT -5
Raitaro stared with the others as Sheeka examined the stuffed toys, the tell-tale blush of someone interested in cute things in his face as he looked at them. Raitaro squinted, Not sure if he should judge him for this. Maybe... between the skininess and the cute toys.... was Sheeka a girl pretending to be a boy? Well, it was possible, he was awful short for a boy maybe he was... he stroked his chin, wondering what to make of this as Sheeka asked what was up with this, Sayomi pointed out they said nothing, Kentaro reacted but left Raitaro for once playing the straight-man as he wanted to point out what an under-reaction that was. Why wasn't he bothered by this?! "Shii, there aren't any more secrets right? Like... you aren't going to say you can only eat Eggs painted orange?" what was stranger here, that Raitaro (Raitaro of all people) was questioning one of Sheeka's eccentricities or that he gave such a precise example of something else he seemed to think Sheeka might want to do. He did notice Sayomi and Kentaro talking about rings and he scratched his ear idly as he thought about it.
"Huh? Oh we have some Fake rings my Grandpa got off some old dude, something about Fake Funeral Wreaths. I dunno what songs they have, but they must be pretty metal to have a load of fancy coloured rings around" and once more anyone with even an iota of mafia knowledge could likely guess the 3 or 4 things Raitaro had managed to get wrong in that single sentence. What can we say, the boy has a talent for being willfully ignorant. Though he was going to make an effort with the whole getting Kentaro space thing "We, uhh, we aren't exactly loaded with space but my Grandpa has a shed he's started calling 'The Experiment' which has a load of beakers in it. I dunno, we just assume he's practicing witchcraft, but the lock on the door's broken so you can just use there if that works for ya" he shrugged, sitting back further in his balloon seat. Y'know, he quite liked this Doll House and the factv Sayomi was using a TERRIFYING AMOUNT OF WILLPOWER to force it into being was something he was trying not to dwell on.
He did have one thing spring to mind "Hey, how come you two wanted to join Spiaggia? I mean, Kentaro joined because..." Raitaro paused. Why did Kentaro join? Because his father asked him nicely? "because he... has such great faith in my leadership?" well that hurt his ego, but still, he looked to Sayomi and Sheeka, hoping to get some insight into his new Mist Guardians' personalities.
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Post by Sheeka Rithan on Jun 29, 2012 19:22:23 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style] | [atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 400px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94][style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topright: 40px; -o-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-topright: 40px;] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg);] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomright: 40px;] [/style] | [rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] Honestly? Sheeka just liked cute things. Mostly just stuffed animals, but he was a boy. He knew that much...he was just a boy that liked cute things. Boys could like cute things, right? Sheeka glanced towards Rai, noticing the look and he automatically colored at the look. What was he thinking? Hey...wait...was he thinking what he think he was thinking? No. Couldn't be. There was no way he'd think he was a girl just because he liked cute things, right? Of course not! He was clearly a boy! At least, that better be clear.
"Shii, there aren't any more secrets right? Like... you aren't going to say you can only eat Eggs painted orange?" |
[/i] "It was never a secret or anything. I just didn't bring any of my stuffed animals with me," Sheeka answered simply, resting his chin on top of the stuffed animal's head rather cutely as he half-listened to the conversation on rings. He had a B-rank of his own that he had on a finger next to his new Mare ring. He'd keep that one as an extra ring. Never hurt to carry an extra one, right? "Huh? Oh we have some Fake rings my Grandpa got off some old dude, something about Fake Funeral Wreaths. I dunno what songs they have, but they must be pretty metal to have a load of fancy coloured rings around"[/i] Sheeka inwardly groaned as he buried his head in the back of the stuffed animals' head, shaking his head into the fur of the animal. How could he not know? Anybody who knew their mafia history knew that. After a moment, he accepted the fact that maybe Raitaro didn't know his mafia history. Oh well. At least Kentaro seemed to know his stuff and the two could work together in attempting to knock some knowledge into their boss' head. "Hey, how come you two wanted to join Spiaggia?"[/i] Sheeka perked slightly at the question and spoke. "Well, my adoptive father, Alessandro Riva, is a member from the previous generation of Spiaggia. He adopted me when I was eleven. He knew my mother before she died...and she was apparently the former secondary mist guardian for the Spiaggia, but she retired from the mafia in her early twenties to raise a family," he sighed at the mention of his mother, looking rather sad as he held the stuffed animal tighter to him. "Alessandro, I believe, currently deals with the Italian end of the Spiaggia family. Handling their day-to-day operations and things like that. Generally, the paper work that you'd probably wind up getting one day, Raitaro." Sheeka finished, trying to not end his last thought on his mother, but on his adoptive father and trying to be rather cheerful about it. [/style][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 100px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; padding: 2px 5px;][style=font-family: courier new; color: #FFFFFF; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-transform: uppercase;]words || 459 tagged|| spiaggia family members notes || sheeka always gets kind of…depressed and sad after mentioning his mother. D|[/style][/td][/tr] [tr][td][cs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212; padding: 3px;][style=font-family: courier new; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;] made by aveon on btn[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by SAYOMI on Jul 2, 2012 17:58:29 GMT -5
"I see. It is an unorthodox weapon, no offense." Sayomi snickered. No offense? In theory yes, but Sayomi has found way to be creative with it...though she has yet to test it, they're just silly little thoughts in her head. "Well A-Rank rings are typically rare in this world, but B-ranks are easy to get in this line of work." Sayomi smiled in joy. This means she can finally ditch this ring and use a ring that won't shatter in times she decided to be...happy. "But I'm sure I can come up with one for you. If I had a space to myself at least."
"Huh? Oh we have some Fake rings my Grandpa got off some old dude, something about Fake Funeral Wreaths. I dunno what songs they have, but they must be pretty metal to have a load of fancy coloured rings around." What Rai said interested in Sayomi. Fake Mare Rings. If they could be powerful enough to be considered fakes, Sayomi imagined they'd be A-Ranked. Suddenly the idea of getting one is pleasant...though Rai better not get on his knees and give it to her proposal style. "We, uhh, we aren't exactly loaded with space but my Grandpa has a shed he's started calling 'The Experiment' which has a load of beakers in it. I dunno, we just assume he's practicing witchcraft, but the lock on the door's broken so you can just use there if that works for ya" Looks like Sayomi has another place to visit. Oh she was so curious it was a curse, but at the same time this curse brought so much joy. Like the joy on how she found out the sound of how some body parts make when you smash them with a parasol.
"Hey, how come you two wanted to join Spiaggia? I mean, Kentaro joined because..." Rai hesitated. "because he... has such great faith in my leadership?" Sayomi can't help but to snicker at that.
"Well, my adoptive father, Alessandro Riva, is a member from the previous generation of Spiaggia. He adopted me when I was eleven. He knew my mother before she died...and she was apparently the former secondary mist guardian for the Spiaggia, but she retired from the mafia in her early twenties to raise a family," So Sheeka had a complete family. Suddenly Sayomi can't help but to grip the edge of her seat a little, though not to hard, she doesn't want it to pop. "Alessandro, I believe, currently deals with the Italian end of the Spiaggia family. Handling their day-to-day operations and things like that. Generally, the paper work that you'd probably wind up getting one day, Raitaro."
"As for me..." Sayomi began. "I had no mother, died giving birth to me. I had no father, died due to an unfortunate accident, with what's left of him only being dug up at the end of the local river." Sayomi was disturbingly saying this while keeping that smile. Even if her voice and tone were sad...her face didn't change at all. "I discovered my abilities and survived as a clothes designer using what I can find and salvage from my home and delayed my starving." Sayomi then laid back on her balloon chair, no longer harshly gripping it. "I guess your agents discovered my talent in Mist flame usage and caught wind of the rumors of my father's hitman activities and asked me to join. Finally finding a consistent paycheck, I said yes." And that was the end of Sayomi's story.
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Post by kentaro takahashi on Jul 3, 2012 17:29:31 GMT -5
[atrb=width,110][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1A1A1A][style=margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; border: 5px solid #FDBD3D; width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style] | [atrb=width,110][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1A1A1A][style=margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 10px;border: 5px solid #FDBD3D; width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,230][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-top-right-radius: 200px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 200px; -webkit-border-radius-topright: 200px; border-right: 1px dotted #FDBD3D; background-color: #1A1A1A][style=margin-top: 40px; margin-right: 20px; color: #4F4F4F; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]One Should Be As Carefree As[/style][style=color: #FBB829; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 15px; font-family: times; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;]The Sky[/style] | [cs=3][atrb=width,450][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-right: 1px dotted #FDBD3D; border-bottom: 1px dotted #FDBD3D; background-color: #1A1A1A][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 430px; border-left: 1px dotted #FDBD3D; border-bottom: 1px dotted #FDBD3D; padding: 10px; background-color: #292929; color: #666666; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px;] Ken could only laugh at what Rai had said about the wreaths being songs. It was amazing to him how somebody had only little knowledge about anything that had to do with the mafia could be the boss. Though he did wonder why his father was leading this family, as it seemed that he was way more experienced than Rai, but Ken trusted his judgement and also trusted Rai's. He chuckled and looked at Rai. "Maybe someone should teach about these things Rai. It could help a bit."
He had forgotten about the Fake Funeral Wreathes and how they were used to lead away from the real ones. But he just thought that there rings were just normal ones. To actually have Mare rings and A-rank rings, it was mindblowing. Though he did not have his mare ring yet, he looked at his ring and thought that it was doing pretty well since it had been serving him well for years. And also it was ultra rare to find Sky rings just lying around, so he was sure to be extra careful with it. After learning that his grandfather had a shed, Ken was happy now. He could finally do some research and experiments to himself with no one to bother him. "Sounds good." Ken smirked as he leaned back into his chair.
Rai had asked about why they all joined the Spiaggia and chuckled at Rai's assumption about trust. As a matter of fact, Ken never did tell him why he had joined. Because they had first met on the roof of the school, Ken didnt really know who he was or what the Spiaggia were. He listened to the sad stories that his teammates had for them, which really sadden him. He gave a blank stare as he looked towards the ceiling and sighed, thinking that he would now have to tell his story. After Sayomi had finished her story, Ken sat back up and crossed his arms, beginning to tell his own.
"I was part of a small time family when I was born, called The Le Ombre, along with my twin brother. My father was prepared to make his own family, one that would co-exist with the Le Ombre but the boss thought that he was going to try and usurp them." Ken sighed some more. "As a result, the boss had ordered my family to be killed. My brother and I escaped. The Le Ombre had only known there to be only one son, so my brother sacrificed himself while i hide in the bushes, seeing my entire family burned." There were no tears or anger on his face, only the fact that he kept looking aroun, like he was trying to find something. "After I saw him die....." He hesitated with this next part, as he didnt want them to think any less of him. "....I killed them all, watched them die as i held my knife and stabbed them repeatedly." He didnt wanted the tension in the air to fill the room, so he just cut to the chase. "Long story short; I was taught by my teacher, an guy by the him of Giatta who taught me everything I knew. After he had died, he told me that I would find those like me in the city, trying to the world a better place." Ken sat back down and smirked to himself. [/style]
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