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(OOC: I have extra time! Time to plot! So Eye is the easily distracted one... while it seems that we should probably take out Gem first, it might serve us well to break them up first. Can the Cybelle (sp?) do anything like create an illusion that could possibly throw Eye off so we can deal with them...

Poor Naryu... I knew thee... not at all. But that's beyond the point.

I just hope that Gingi doesn't give me the gift some people (Kiwi, Malignant, and Adaron) want. That'd just be evil.

Oooh. Gifts. For my gift, 'I' would want a super rare sword. However, ebil Gingi-sama be plotting to give me some evil gift and I know that much. Rargh.

As for hacked powers... I should probably talk to Gingi about that. Nighthand has heard me rant about my idea though.

Asura is again placed on the defensive even as the battles around rage on, his body weaving in and out to avoid the thrusts of his opponent's Ichigou. Time after time his singed cloak is pierced as he moves out of the way, his cloak only a fraction of a second behind the rest of his body. The Bladem...

Asura grimaces to himself as he turns way from the now healed Kain, only to see a new group of the admin come from the portal. Even though Hijinx kept most of them busy at the Chaos Gate now, more still flocked free to fight some of the injured, weaker players. It would be a tough fight to defeat th...

Asura decides that in order to press the advantage against his Long Arm opponent, he'd have to make another forward strike. Of course, he needed to distract the admin long enough to keep him from noticing where the strike would land, so a bit of dialogue would be useful for this matter. He would try...

Asura draws forth his Patriot, the earth element blade being drawn from its sheath with a clashing sound caused by the sword being drawn out. His eyes quickly search around to see the fighting that is going on, though his idea was to pick out whatever foe was not being fought in order to relieve pre...

Asura tilts his head to the side, thinking to himself silently. He was wondering why a player infamous for merciless behavior had spared the life of the deadly Vera. The Blademaster would have to find out this answer for himself later obviously, though for the time being there was obviously much mor...

Asura had been just talking to Gingitsune as Vera made her move, immediately taking a hostage, most likely to prolong her own life. The Blademaster had instinctively drawn his sword, the Patriot clashing against his steel sheath as it is drawn. His eyes keep a careful glance on the dangerous claws o...

Asura's speed quickly got him to the activity that was going on, though at first it was hard to see what it was exactly. As he sits there, examining what is going on, it becomes apparent that it is a fight, though with many other players approaching the area to watch. It seems to be between two hack...

Asura yawns a bit, holding a single hand over his mouth. He had been up for a good deal, knowing that it was probably not a good idea to sleep out in the open streets of Mac Anu. He did grab bits of shuteye every so often, though not enough for his needs. A cozy bed was much more comfortable then th...

Asura makes a quick, dramatic flip over the chair as he's pushed forward into it by an unknown player. Even as he lands on his feet, his entire body twists around, the Patriot at his side seemingly unsheathed out of nowhere. Only when he finds that the offending player was his fellow Avantgarden mem...

As I thought, a legitimate way for us to know about stuff on the BBS is simple.

Quite simply, we can overhear conversations from other people, who CAN log out. I mean people talk in games all the time about events and stuff.

Poor Asgard. Being evil.

It wasn't that long a walk from the building that Asura had once rested at, before being flung into the air and almost into the endless abyss below of course, to behind the Grunty Farm that Tirath had led him to. The other player makes a few swift knocks on specific places on the seemingly seamless ...

Asura blinks for a few times, holding his hand over his chest for a few brief seconds before draping the cloak back over his shoulders. He hated heights, and being dangled over a ledge leading to most certain death didn't seem like one of the best things in the World to him. A few brief seconds is a...