While we're sitting we're not wasting time mourning but devising action and contemplating Kira's motive to kill those people and the reasons for their fashions of death.
Shut up dead people you're ruining the atmosphere.
This is a bit of a change for them isn't it?
Yeah, but from the way things are going I've got an idea of who's the guy. List update please.
Here's what I expected second.
Have you been living under some manner of boulder or large rock for the last few months?
I can believe you on this unless you're some kind of idiot. 'Cause it's too late for you if you're Kira, ICSP will see the accusation and the time it was posted and that'll put an end to all countermeasures no matter how brilliant. If you're in fact Kira then you did something pointless and stupid, if not then you're still one of us, decide which is true.
There was a thread about this weeks ago, and yes the dubbing does make me lol.
Not necessarily, there are differences, like some of them refuse to show the same story and events as their counterparts: Code Geass, Escaflowne, probably more. Others are pretty much turned to crap through bad art or some other transitional difference between the two. But most of the time you're about right.
Could be, the second death lacked logical construction and most surely wasn't Repliku or anyone else concerned with that.
According to your profile you were. Could be wrong.
Same, surprisingly enough other forums I frequented in the past never really did it for me.
I wonder who Repliku was PMing a moment ago.
An unexpected choice, but not an unexpected outcome of identity.
I told her didn't I?
You're dead too.
You're gonna die.
You wish that appearance on a girl?
Longer update to make up for the likely lack of any from now till Christmas. I'll be doing a few peripherals to this story that'll take less time and effort to tide you over if I care enough to. I can't think of anything else I really have to say except thank you to all who acknowledge me and wish for the betterment of my work. as always tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll strive to make it go away forever. Door 12: Ten Years Later The two had arrived at a stone ruin from another age, half buried in sand and weathered by the winds that never seemed to cease in this land and yet, they still managed to look impressive. Daniels’s eyes darted back and forth in the half light as if he was waiting for something. Callum took notice of this and stepped back slowly. Suddenly a voice resounded throughout the ruins, it was an almost unintelligible rumble at first, but it grew closer and clearer with each passing second. It was a man, either older or simply gruffer than Daniels by the timbre. Daniels stayed rooted to his spot; he closed his eyes before he unlocked his revolvers, and stood ready to fire. When he reopened his eyes a grizzled figure had appeared before him his mouth issuing a pleased message. “So glad to see you again, Jonathan Daniels. Though, I hardly expected you to return like this.” The man who arrived was hardly what Callum had expected of a man that had beaten Daniels in what he’d assumed was a straight match. He was wiry, lithe looking, in his forties at least, and in desperate need of personal grooming and hygiene practices beyond a cursory shave. He also featured a mottled and discolored scar across the front of his neck and what seemed to be ages of wear on his faded red and black clothes. However these were his less prominent characteristics, he carried by a careful count thirty eight swords of grossly varying sizes and styles. The five he carried on his back were far too large to be ordinary, locks perhaps. The rest were situated in various casings about his thick hardened leather belt in various sets and combinations. Seeing the man brought a subtle sense of fantasy and wonder to the viewer, and also a terrifying sense of dread. Despite his calm expression his eyes stood out against the rest clearly stating to all he was a killer. “If you’re talking about my witness, then it’s just to confirm a winner.” Daniels replied dryly as he carefully removed his bandanna from about his neck and adjusted his hat and coat. “I rather thought you’d come alone, but you know things never go as expected, that’s why our kind must always verify it through battle.” The man laughed haughtily and grinned revealing a set of perfect fang-like teeth. “Shut up about this “our kind” bullshit. I fight for my own reasons you fight for yours, every man is his own spirit and body, that’s why we collide like the creeping stars way up there in the heavens.” Daniels responded with a certain confident air, it felt strong and steady like a ray of sunlight. “You’ve grown quite a fondness for small talk in these past ten years. You’d have been at my throat by now when you were here last, in fact you were.” The swordsman chuckled to himself as an old man does when he’s seen a child to something very childlike. “What can I say, I’ve mellowed.” Daniels shrugged without once letting his eyes blink or drop from his target. “Well, you’ve come at a good time, I’ve been needing a good target to test my new swords on.” The man chuckled resting his callused hands on a small sword he wore on the front of his belt. “Someone who wouldn’t die right off.” “You’ve changed a bit yourself, you look like hell for one thing.” Daniels retorted with a snort. “The years wear heavily on some of us, but those are the guys that get buried. Who’s gonna be one of those guys?” The older of the two was smiling vacantly, enjoying every second of the conversation for no apparent reason. “That’s why we must invariably verify it through battle.” Daniels shot back the man’s words with a hint of sarcasm in is voice. “I guess you want to get this over with. I’d wanted to talk some more but you still have no sense of propriety.” The man scolded with a wag of his finger. “Strato Vercingetorix, here’s where I take your title as August Emperor of Swords away from you, prepare yourself.” The brown coated man declaimed with stentorian conviction. Strato let his face curl into a warm smile as Daniels turned around to face the last blaze of the sun and sat with his back to him, his opponent and held his head high, the older man smiled and did likewise. Before he’d turned completely around he shot back one message. “Don’t get carried away kid.” With that the two sat back facing back for several minutes, or so it seemed to Callum as he quietly watched the events unfold. “Alright witness, count down from ten.” He turned his head a bit towards Daniels. “We move at zero got it?” “Got it.” The two younger males replied synchronously. Daniels shut his eyes and Callum started the countdown, it sounded so distant to the combatants as they readied their minds for conflict. Ten Daniels felt each passing count like a thud in his in his ears as he focused his mind planning out the fight. Nine Ignoring the feeling his curled up his body and crossed his arms over his chest ready to spring straight up. Eight Strato let his body lie relaxed over the sand and left his eyes open as he stared away from the setting sun. Seven He rested a hand on his smallest blade, a bone white fang of less than two feet sheathed in black leather at the front of his belt with two grooves, one running up either side of it’s flat and each with a small black pellet at each respective base. Six Callum watched all of the slight moves the other two made and stepped back even further as the now foreign sound of his own call marked the next count. Five The boy contemplated the outcomes for a brief moment before letting his voice ring the next passing number. Four Everything lay still on the field, but the minds were all steeped in tempestuous thought. Three The battle was now nearing it’s time. Two There was no turning back. One Don’t jump the gun the last beat will determine the victor, reaction and prognostication, everything that had been said and done rode on this final moment. “Zero.” The time that seemed to have stopped for them started once more. Daniels leapt to his feet and twisted himself around to fire two shots with a collision trajectory halfway to the target. In the same moment Strato whirled around drawing his blade and launching himself forwards at the same time. Suddenly there was a bell like tinkle and a rain of brightly glowing shards flew off of the collision site of the bullets at Strato. Before Callum could blink there were many clashes of metal on metal and Strato stood with his back to Daniels with fragments of bullets lying in the sand. Daniels twitched in anticipation as the older man slowly turned himself back around. He wore a broad grin on his face and swaggered forwards with only his fang of a sword in front of him. Daniels moved first again, in a split second he’d repositioned himself and fired off four more shots, all of which were brought to heel by the grizzled man’s lightning quick sword. He let the grin drift off of his face in favor of a grim focus that marked the beginning of his assault. In what seemed like no time he’d closed the gap between the two and made two swings at his brown coated opponent. However his adversary didn’t miss a step, both swings sailed harmlessly past leaving him enough time to counter fire a point blank shot; it’s trajectory glanced against Strato’s cheek grazing the skin but a hair's width failing to even draw blood. The two men clashed at close quarters in this fashion leaving no advantage to see for several seconds before a lunge of the bone white fang sword forced Daniels out of the close range match while at the same time launching the two beads from the base of the blade at the retreating Daniels. In the face of this secondary reaching attack he could only lean himself back enough for them to pass over him only to be detonated with what was clearly enough force to have killed him had he been hit. In the brief moment between the explosion and the next move of his opponent Daniels lunged back in towards his opponent firing one shot straight into the man’s guard giving himself time to position both pistols beneath the blade and fired knocking the arm out of Strato’s hand. The older man stood unfazed and reached for another sword when Daniels suddenly sprang back and blasted the sword in mid-flight continuing to control it’s trajectory with precise aim and keen fire. At the end of his flight his lifted one gun an he drove the blade into the sand with his last shot and left his other firearm trained on the opponent. Strato made a face and froze in his spot. “No more playing with me. I think I’ve proven how much better I’ve gotten.” Daniels sighed and pushed up the brim of his hat with the barrel of his free revolver. “Admittedly you’re better, now let me show you how much better I’ve gotten. Just because you‘ve got a new weapon don‘t think you can surprise me, after all my sword style is completely flawless and invincible.” He let his hands drop to his sides and his head cock to one side. “The modified Colt twin edition is weapon enough to beat any sword and my marksmanship is enough to beat any swordsman.” Daniels retorted without dropping his gun or his eyes. “You people and your locks, I fight with the true weapon of gods, the mystic blades that have been scattered throughout the various worlds of Escher, created from the distant yearnings of those in reality, the blades that are so powerful to wield them is a sin in some mythologies, I’ll never let myself lose to a commoner’s weapon.” Strato with stony faced and grim impatience. “The providence of competence will decide that, old man. Now draw your next sword for me to shoot down.” Daniels ordered narrowing his eyes and focusing in on the swordsman’s hands. “If it’s gonna be about doubles let Twin Mirage and Reflected Edge answer your challenge.” Strato simultaneously drew out two identical longswords with royally crested ornamentation on the hilts and guards and tassels on the pommels from sheathes about his waist. He brought them into a readied stance and waited intently. “You’ve got named swords, how cute.” Daniels chuckled aloud fixing his second armament on the target. “Let’s go then.”
I've given all I want to for now. Repliku and Shades are list people, why don't you say something intelligent?
