Fight for the Shaman King (Shaman King RP) V.2

[Bahamut's Regent]

(of course you are accepted, and man you wrote a novel there. ^-^ )

[Chadanaiy]

(( Yeah sorry about that, it got a lot longer than I expected... ( °____° )Wow it's probably so incoherent I cant even imagine. I thought the drawing was what would take the most time but in the end I was finishing up the texts at around 3 in the morning?? Probably should go back and take out the superfluous stuff later.

Also Hi Tsu! Nice to have you participate. I can go meet your characters if you'd like, but I cant post RP just right now.
Otherwise in terms of plot, since we're remaking this RP with the same characters but 500 years later so that a new Shaman Fight can take place, our justification for our characters remaining the same as in the first RP is that they reincarnated (in the same way Hao was mentioned to do a couple of times in the manga and possibly the anime? my memory of it isn't as clear...) There were a couple more characters which we haven't brought back, some RPed by Auora, Ry and me and others belonging to other users who haven't showed up on the forums in a while: Pliea was our main antagonist with the whole Hao dynamics of gathering minions from all around. Since our characters reincarnated I assume she was the one who killed them and they're now getting another chance to get rid of her.

And if you're looking to read the manga to get the complete ending but don't have the books at your library, you can read it here: http://www.mangareader.net/138/shaman-king.html The medium isn't as nice as an actual book but it's still good to have. ))

[Chadanaiy]

-Arisu-

Rain in Tokyo fell with the comforting illusion that it could make the world collapse on itself all at once: the city was a tin drum, roaring and still and overflowing. In the gray of the howling wind, small squares of colored light punctured the skyline: pink televisions, lime green signs on the closed doors of shops, street lamps, white billboards, all echoing each other like lonely bugs across empty plazas. In the weather's clamor, everything but their electric whir was silent.

From within the cover of a parking lot roof, a small hand ventured out into the weight of the downpour, withdrew, returned. Its owner shook off the fat drops, still turned and drilling her eyes in the deep volumes of air.
"It's a real deluge out there!" She called back to the glowing figure waiting by her bags. "We haven't had weather like this in... forever! Look at it; it has to mean something right?"
The spirit looked lazily back at her, a sharp blade of wind scraping up and between their ears. "Go back to Celeste's as much as you'd like Arisu," she said coolly, "but you know I disapprove."
Turning around, the girl swung down to grab the leather straps of her bag off of the concrete. "I think I'll be able to survive your disapproval." She threw the jangling mass across her shoulders and adjusted it onto her back. Glancing around at the open car lot, she reached behind her neck to pull her hair from under the bag. Rain continued to clatter onto the world outside. "Look Bastet..." she said, more quietly, "I just don't want to miss my chance to find the others.
"I know."
"And... I think I miss the rain."
"Yes. Yes, I know." The cat got up, eyes brushing the white painted lines that slipped away at her feet: they formed a pattern which when rinsed of its searing tire marks could start resembling the pale ribs of painting, as if unveiling some unforeseen mystical ability in the old faded concrete. "Well come on then," she said, "let's be one our way."

Arisu grabbed the first metal beam to fall under her hand and turned the corner under the rusty scaffolding, humming an old pop song she'd forgotten the lyrics to under her breath. They moved, soaked, and their presence drowned by water. Bastet skulked behind her student, occasionally stoping to glance into the depths of the rain, freezing at any sound or movement. A bright oracle bell dangled at the girl's side by her glinting claws, the ancient weapons damaging the already frayed bloc of technology rhythmically, almost methodically, with every step of the way.
Arisu's humming came to a note: Bastet paused entirely. "Stop."
The entrance to a small court garden had appeared, and already the darkness of the leaves could be smelled in the wind, but Arisu's stride went uninterrupted. "Nope," the girl whispered, but wasn't stopping. "You'll just have to deal with my tone deaf singing forev-"
"Stop walking." The cat sprung up, grabbing her student by the straps of her bag. "Stop walking."
Surprised at first, Arisu fell into a balanced crouch, turning to receive her spirit's tacit message of alarm. She mouthed an apology: silently slipped on her golden claws.
"Around the corner: a spirit and a shaman." The cat's voice was hard. "Both unfamiliar, but not hostile. What do you do?" The girl pursed her lips, was silent: got up.
"I'm just going to ask them who they are." So she turned the corner and did.

[Leviathan~]

((CHADDDYYYYYYYY GIRRRRL!!!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUUUUCH!!))

[Leviathan~]

((I love you Aurora but I'm pouncing on the girl with the cat.))

Ryoshi...

Ryoshi saw the pain in the eyes of the river loving spirit and shaman. He felt that his presence would not aid their mourning, and decided that leaving was the lesser of two evils. He departed without so much as the noise of his footsteps as he walked away, and soon he was back within the city's limits. He felt heat from behind. His spirit had decided to show herself. "I thought you hated the rain." he said without looking back. "I do, but you love it so much I suppose I'd better get used to it now. It still amazes me that you can affiliate so well with fire when water has been your element for so long." his spirit replied, he heard the clanking of metal as she crossed her arms. "That's true, but I've always been a bit of an anomaly, now is no exception." The spirit gave so much as a nod, not that Ryoshi was focused enough to notice. The streets were busy and the noise was somewhat irritating, but he enjoyed being able to blend in the chaos. He bothered to look up at the sky. He could see the mark of rain in the outline of the clouds, but he didn't acknowledge it. At least not externally. "Someone's coming around the corner, the energy seems curious." he heard from behind, and with a hiss the heat vanished. Probably another cocky shaman trying to kill off the competitors before the games even started. Those ones were especially fun to kill nowadays. Ryoshi held out his hand and his sword gently came to rest in its grip and with a snap his arm lit aflame with fires of molten ivory. He stopped and watched as the stranger turned the corner. Except it wasn't a stranger. His flames vanished as soon as they had risen, his hand released his blade and the weapon caught itself in midair before clattering to the floor, rising back up to rest on his back. She looked the same. As if nothing bad had ever happened to her, like time had been rewritten and she hadn't suffered all that she had. He was so different, and yet she had that same curious gaze, and there was that same cat with those same leering eyes glaring at him even though she'd probably already figured out who he was. He tried to say her name, but while his lips moved no sound left. Time does that to people.

[Leviathan~]

((Ack, I didn't realize I stole things and took things and such I'll be posting up some more charries for people to playz with ASAP))

[RedLionPaladin]

disregard

[Chadanaiy]

((Ryyy!! I missed you too buddy, I'm just sorry I disappeared off the face of the earth like that... It's really great to be back on RP! (And my pseudo-literary lack of respect for rules of grammar has only grown stronger.)
Otherwise, I'm so sorry Tsu my post was meant to be for your characters! Just for the sake of consistency, I'm gonna have to go with Ry's post because it refers to my character a bit more specifically while yours is more open but don't worry, we'll get another character to knock into you and keep the story going.))

-Arisu-

First, as she'd known would do, had come the flavor of heavy bending bushes to pertly push into her button nose: then her lungs had excavated. She- blanked. Blanked entirely, for an instant, quiet, the time for a single name to come to mind, then realized she was still breathing.
The rain was still the noise surrounding. "I didn't hear you!" she called. A drop funneled slowly down her right brow. "I asked you just for your name!" How loud this was, for what sounded like a murmur.
Maybe, she though, just right now, the street lamps would bend just right and show her the surfaces of this face that she needed to see: just the pink curve of an ear, the dark of the eye, a chin, a color, a temple. She needed that: she'd stopped at just black shapes in an ashen polygon.
There were people, she knew, who had that kind of magic. She'd faced illusionists. Seen faces. All sorts. Too many. And now she'd seen one who'd drop his sword just for the sake of realism: this one a bit too quiet.
So she tensed, and pressed her knuckles against her golden claws. The bag on her back offered a single jangle as she stepped forward. The face there still looked back. "Hey, come on! I don't have all night if-"
"Arisu wait..." Bastet lopped off the word: her eyes too were wider, and her chin had lifted. The shaman and feline did not cross gazes. "No, Arisu..." The face still waited in the rain. "I think it might be him, I think you were right."
And the ropes in Arisu's face let go. Her features all toppled to their own side like many slumping masts as she turned to get an answer by the light of her cat. "Really?" She asked, so quietly it seemed only the hope of the question made it audible. Then turning to the face she asked again: "Am I really?"

[Bahamut's Regent]

(You write alot. . .I won't be able to keep up, since I am mostly on mobile. . . I don't think my phone can handle it )

The river dragon noticed the male shaman first, he raised his great horned head and roared angrily at him. The sound brought the golden haired shaman to shake her head noticing her still feet. She focused her eyes on the physical world around her, the gray scars, and flashing lights. She frowned looking at the shaman before her. "I didn't ask your name" her voice heavy as the rain bloated clouds, dripping with what one could call disdain. She looked ready to leave not truly wanting to have her sight returned to the barren world which was populated by increasing numbers of children born without the sight.

(But I'll try)

[RedLionPaladin]

(Okay wait, I'm not sure what's going on here. I thought I was talking to Arisu.)