Posts by HimuraKenshin

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    OOC: This'll get him to use his new ability, Manipulation of Molecules. Thanks!


    "Umm. . . . Excuse me, anyone?" Kenshin propped his head out of the entrance of ThunderClan's camp, because rarely he comes into this part of the territory when he's mostly outside doing whatever. It was about time that he would get some help on his training, and he needed a little more than just tree trunks and low branches as motivations. More like the real thing, in order to do the final attack that he has to remaster.



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    OOC: At least you got a new name C: New stuff, wooot! -; Brain is busted and fried due to excessive homework and studying ;- XP
    And holy crap that just killed Kenshin xD Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu Style until he's pummeled! Shots fired!


    The simple feline, or really anyone, would do a growl and an insult back towards the insane cheetah, but in this case Kenshin wasn't even phased by such a distressing statement even when he wanted to feel such an emotion. But really, what kept him was his oath, that he had to accept the judgement of others to repent for his sins for killing everyone that deserved a longer life than him. Even with that in his mind, the reason why that he is still alive today, was his will to live; and that goes a long way, "You might of never fell in love," that's what he started while the shriveled madness of laughter continued to flood the air, "But Cinemascreen has, and your intentions nor opinion of their distant love has no room for your own deception." The kitsune's voice was growing rather mellow, far from the humble self that he was, as he once again grew serious of the situation presented to him.

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    OOC: Kenshin is a kitsne, it's okay he gets that often ^.^"


    "Kon'nichiwa," Kenshin padded out of the entrance and towards Nyx with a dip of his head in salutations before grazing his neck back towards its original position. With sapphire irises illuminating with determination of what he will be proceeding next, the Japanese Fox explained t his fellow Clanmate what was going on, "I need some help remastering some of my skills that my Sensei has taught me back in Japan. Isolation has not helped me and I need a little motivation, for the deportation from my home to here has made me sluggish."

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    OOC: Damn feisty owo"


    Inclining his head back, the paw that was suppose to press upon his nose would cease to connect, until the paw dropped and he regained his composure to speak, "Where is the pleasure of murder, when they had potential in this world just as you and me. It is safe to say that we were in the same predicament as before, the same lust, but our hearts that you have stolen from this apprentices lead and show different paths," a blaze of sapphire and violet raged upon his irises, now his manslayer attitude truly taking its time to recline back towards his tainted heart.


    "Although, I must say. I am impressed by your agility, the last time I have seen such speed was with Sojiro. I shall give you credit for that."
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    OOC: Starting a fight now for next post, gonna boil up Sculptor's temper.


    Kenshin just continued to glare between those flaring, ebony irises as it soon pulled back from in front of the kitsune's face, the slightest irritation building up while the possessed cheetah was making his creation. At least, this was the time for him to think, for it was hard enough for his movement to be read by the feline when he did not portrayed his emotions to him.


    The wonder of how Cinemascreen ended up like this was speculating, yet at the same time he did not wanted to know about such a time like that would occur so tremendously wrong. What about his love, Maylene? It really broke his heart for the Japanese Fox to be looking over a distance, but his curiosity got the better of him when the cheetah stepped out of the camp. Could it be true that he ran away, to be scared that he could kill his own kits? That he would sacrifice his position at home to go to enemy territory and live here?


    "Informal for such work, I prefer 'Ballet of Death,' " Kenshin approached the master piece, going towards a rabbit that had most of his joints bent and bones sticking out in mutilation of Sculptor, "The main dancer, broken and deceptive his own confused mind is being manipulated from even living a joyous life," after that, he padded across the other side where there was another rabbit yet its fur purely ashen with the sickle of crimson staining its fur, "The girl, the lover, the mother. Beautiful as she is, mutilated in the inside with her face twisted in disgrace for someone to come back while taking care of some kits," before the rabbit was mice, backs twisted and paws torn out or their bones jutting out from their sides, "Faces of grotesque features snap their souls, if it wasn't the director of the show that had to ruin it all for one, already loving cheetah," Intimidation, that's what he was searching for while relaying the past of Cinemascreen. Swaying his head to the side, allowing his irises to fixate at Sculptor, he awaited his response with the sort of stance for him to skid quickly to the side.

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    OOC: Holy crap I over slept O.O"! And grr I can't think of a good excuse of fighting Cinemascreen. By the way, is he still in ThunderClan?



    "Just as I said, SculptorKun," Kenshin spoke in his mellow tone that soon grew to be fixated at the aura surrounding the cheetah, and under his fighting spirit a blowing wind would brush against the leaves above which sent them floating down towards the exposed ground. This was his spirit being wavered towards his surroundings, violet now at the point of wavering into a bright amber when the Battosai within him was soon seeping towards his skin. Cupping his paws in digression, as best as he could, the kitsune continued to speak, "You do not know its true meaning, but Cinemascreen does. I know that you were watching when Maylene was guided back out of ThunderClan territory, and you had the same sentimental feelings that he had when he drove her away from you to protect his kits."

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    While the Komodo Dragon was speaking to her other Clanmates, the ashen tortie stepped back a few pawsteps before the back of her hinds pressed against a chunky watermelon that she was able to find, "Think fast Glorie!" and with that, Eternalpaw drove her paws underneath the fruit and gave it a jut up to give it some momentum, before kicking it towards the Swagmaster's general direction. Hopefully, the fruit wouldn't go to waste, and it would be perfectly sliced if she successfully cuts it correctly.

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    "Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū Style," Kenshin was darting towards the scene, the ruddy-brown kitsune approaching the group of rouges that were chasing down the two cats and Sunfur who just came back from BoneClan. Sapphire irises glistening to shift to a tint of violet that cease its circulation, before pushing out from a nearby branch and landing in front of the intersection of his Clanmates and the rouges, "Doryūsen!" Earth Dragon Flash.


    This caused his paws to slam against the ground with his pearly claws exposed to sink against the ground, from such force from his speed involved by sheer talent and Molecular Manipulation, the ground started to spurt rocks from the ground in a line at a fast pace. From his presence the rogues were shocked to see the earth split slightly and go towards their general direction, for what the hitokiri hoped that it hit someone but did not killed them. But, in the middle of his attack, was the leader of the rogues.

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    "HEY GUYS!" Eternalpaw padded towards Jabberjaw's general direction underneath the leader's position of taking her speech, the ashen tortie's evergreen and sapphire irises glistening with revenge and the sense of gratitude for her skills, "I already have armor made for my dad's faction, and I want everyone to come by and take a look so they could fit on some and possibly get any of them. With it being leather or metal itself, I want to show those b.stards that they aren't the only one that reached an evolution!"

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    OOC: Heh ^_^" Thank you, and I'm a girl; Kenshin is a boy


    Kenshin eyed Stripefur who was being pummeled by the rouges while he was trying to regain his composure, where the kitsune pushed against the ground in ultimate speed that a fox could never attain, where his support was mixed with invisibility along with Molecular Manipulation of the air pushing him forward. Paws stretched out, the large Japanese Fox's paws landed on a cat's shoulders where he tried to arch his back to circulate his hinds where his paws would hit the surrounding rouge's faces, to then get them to stumble back. Landing on all fours after doing a somersault, his sapphire irises glistened in fury, "I will only say this once, stop this fighting and leave. Do not test my words. . . ."

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    OOC: N'aww D= Alrighty then, but I'm planning for Kenshin to fight him and possibly knock him out, and then the next morning Cinemascreen would suddenly be 'da hell am I owo" '


    "You brought yourself to go into his body," Kenshin gave pawsteps forward towards the cheetah, in the slightest anger that was growing from the past long assassin that crawled up his fur and taking tension to control his muscles. Soon the corners of his irises soon gave way with a spark of amber and yellow, for Sculptor just made a very bad mistake for making the Japanese Fox mad, "You are the reason Maylene said that due to the fact that you are a serial killer that has no apathetic salvage but the lust of killing, because it is likely that your going to kill the kits! Rage? Calmness? Insanity? Typical feelings, they just branch out with two feelings that make the world spin," he was already, slightly, in front of Cinemascreen, but he kept his distance, "Love and fear,"

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    OOC: Nah no problem c: We always have that


    "I guess you have a conscious," Kenshin gave a sentimental nod before casually padding up towards the cheetah with a graceful swagger of his body, "Back in Japan, in the beginning of the Meiji Government in Kyoto. . . It was reconsidered as the city of war and the home of the Hitokiri Battosai. . . . Me. . . I can't repay my sins for those that I have killed. . . So that's why I help those of the innocent from those hurt by high authority and the deceptive minds of killers just like me. . . Apologize. . . My past is rather disturbing for me still. . ."

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    OOC: N'aww, oh so soon? Thanks for the thread though c:


    "Yeah. . . . ." Kenshin simply sat in the center of his master piece, the kitsune's head dropped towards the ground in distress with his irises soon returning into a dull frame of sapphire. It was as if these prey was of bodies of cats, their faces mutilated. All that he could do was nothing, and sit there for the entire night in shame of what he has done.

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    OOC: Alrighy~ locking. It would be nice to have a thread with you soon ^.^ I got your plot thread already. -; Poofs ;-




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    Eternalpaw rolled up last of the long carpets where she formed as a square, along with the walls of the Factory outside that holds most of the dangerous weapon known in the face of this world. Padding inside the square, her back facing the wall, the tortie rested herself against the tile ground with her evergreen and sapphire irises glistening amongst the creations that she has taken her time to made.


    Before her, on her general perspective, was array of throwing knives and daggers with the few of them having jagged teeth and slick cuts, along with all of them having their respected hilts that are comfortable for anyone to bite. They had their array of lengths that was neatly organized for anyone to examine them, and she even took the time to sharpen the blade, clean the blunt sides and all of that stuff.


    To her right where leather armor, with it having thick texture that would make it completely difficult for anyone to simply cut it through without striking at the same spot simultaneously or just being lucky as hell. From leather caps, body armor and boots for your typical defense, they were distinctively died the color ebony for camouflage advantages. Further looking upon the wall was scythes, who was inspired by her dad and double edge swords.


    To her left was the real stuff, the metal armor that brightly glistened under the illuminating lights. From helmets, body armor and paws, it is provided that she spray painted it also along with the metal being singed with the faction's symbol. Despite its epicness, it is provided with spikes to ram over someone along with the choice of more spikes and designs to add upon the helmet for pure swag. . . . Or well, something like that. Upon the walls were Jintachi swords and Katanas, further upon that were double hook blade sword.


    Beside her was a roll of silk of her own, to those that were interested in buying a weapon for her to wrap some of the ebony silk along their side with a small satchel and its appropriate sheath.


    Now she was ready.

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    Horror seemed to flash upon his face before violet obscured the sapphire that calmed the kitsune, before Kenshin approached towards the scene of rabbits setting up traps and former faces of BloodClan being recalled in his memories. At this rate, he wasn't pissed yet, rather irritated where he wouldn't be pushed by his former past and return as a manslayer or an assassin, in which the kitsune raced towards the entrance of the Moonstone where, out of his luck, Amour and Oncomingdisaster was heading. Due to his speed, both in invisibility and Manipulation of Molecules making him literally glide upon the ground, the Japanese Fox expected the worse.


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    "Thank Dad! After I did Glorie's order, I wanted to go for it and make spare weapons and armor myself! Speaking of Glorie," Eternalpaw's words was so jumpy, excitement rolling with each word to hear her dad's comments, but her irises inclined to the side to see the Swagmaster overlooking her collection, "Glorie!" Seeing her first customer, literally, she padded towards the Komodo Dragon, "Sure, you could undo the straps! Here, let me do it for you," taking a few steps forward, her paws tediously pressed upon one of the straps and soon a clack of metal from the tail armor was heard, and she proceeded to go to the other side.


    After that, Eternalpaw bit along the tough strap and dragged it towards the center of the square, she spoke again, "As for the oil, Phantomwhisper gave me access to her oil storage so I'll get some tanks for you after I'm done!" And to her surprise, she then saw Northernpaw and her brother, well the newest Swagmaster, approach the scene, "Hey Northernpaw! Hey Madness! Actually, I got something for you," of course, her sister was prepared for anything and everything. Hearing that Madnessreturns had one of his hinds broken, she made a brace for him. Spinning around towards something that was covered with some clothes, she whipped it out and there it was; the brace. Grabbing it by the strap, she carried it towards her brother, "I have a brace for you, for your broken arm/hinds (don't know sorry ; w ; )."


    'Holy crap, even the kits came,' swaggering herself towards the kits who were sort of right next to Glorie, she gave a few breaths of air before speaking, "Sorry Phantomkit, just wait for a few moons before you become an apprentice. After that, I'll give you a practice knife. As for you Nightingkit, I got some leather armor right here," signaling with her paw to graze upon the long carpet beside her, she continued with a soft smile, "Get anything that you like, leather like this is pretty tough when I got it from deer, bears, all of that stuff from Jabberjaw's faction. Although, I do have something that is made out of rabbit skin, if you like that."

    "HOLY CR.P," Eternalpaw jumped back towards Lostsilver's general direction, seeing that the watermelon exploded before her with the iron tail armor, but she immediately regained her composure and skipped towards the komodo dragon, "That's what I want to see! The armor is meant for you, the leather straps aren't even budging and the armor itself isn't going anywhere. You're good!" with a purr, there was suddenly an idea that popped in the white tortie's head, "Unless, you want to try it on a pumpkin, then all means."

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    OOC: Kenshin is a Japanese Fox


    Seeing rouges at the verge of piling him, Kenshin tensed up his hinds and sank his claws against the ground before sending his entire body and tail to circulate against the ground, making the sort of air blast when spinning that pushed the rouges back. Slamming his hinds against the ground, skidding to a halt, the momentum was used to pounce towards the general direction of the flailing leader with the help of the air molecules pushing him upward from his powerful jump. With paws extended up, although claws sheathed, he yelled, "Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū Style: Ryūtsuisen!" Dragon Hammer Flash.


    Driving his paw against the exposed chest of the leader with unnoticeable speed, if he could of even saw it coming when it was only a blink of an eye, it wouldn't be long before the rogue leader was slammed against the ground for the impeccable force. Landing on top of the feline, Kenshin grazed his paw upward along its chin and his other paw to pin upon its chest, with hinds against the joints of his opponent's hinds, "One last time, leave."

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