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You're doing it wrong X3

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Oh awesome, it's just George, I'll never be found now >:3

Though I don't like the idea of him calling me an evil doer

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Misunderstood

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lol i think im going to be the first person to really comment

this is such an awesome journal

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Sounds liek a Pokemon =D

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Is thermochromic mean heat and time? <headtilt> bun-buns are super cute though ^w^ you keep picking the cutest of animals, you must be cute yourself <3

Thermo Chromism. Thermo suggest reaction to heat while chromic means change of colour. So in terms im a living moodring with 4.3 foot ears o3o

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001728054111&sk=wall im not that cute :< heres my FB. i dont like it but i found an old freind so i diecided to keep it

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A powerful force rippled through the door as Ophelia impatiently struck at in in an attempt to wake the sleeping boy within. I hope he's ready. This is going to be a painful ordeal for him if he isn't.
"Wake up already!" Ophelia's eyes flashed a bright purple and she snapped her fingers at the door. Lightning arched from her hand to all the metal parts of the door and blasted it clear across the room. A loud crashing sound filled the room as the door connected to the back wall and Ophelia marched into the room and pulled the boy up to her face by his collar bone. "Wake up," she finally spat out in a hateful smashing of words.

She had happened to burst in around the time my energy was near full. I awoke with quite the shock as the first thing i saw was Ophelia's face. Then came the feeling of pain of being held by my collar bone. Growling, i looked down to the ground to find my Kuroitachi Muramasa. I reached my tail to touch the handle, and said with effort "Number 31, Crescent slash". A white arc shot toward your feet, obviously not going to affect you painfully, but it was enough for you to let go of me.
I fall to the wooden planked floor, and shoot toward the left wall, grabbing my katana in the process. Pointing it toward you, i take a messy stance. Possibly the most alarmed i've been in my entire life, i was already panting. Training is happening too early for my liking... or maybe she just lied to me earlier and wanted a plaything to fight... dang it...

"Here and now then?" Ophelia smiled an evil sneer as she drew her longsword from it scabbard. Her eyes started glowing a lavender colored light and electricity ran through her entire body and the room had begun to crackle with energy. "Alright," it was almost laughter, but the serious look she wore was more than menacing enough to frighten a few grown men. She raised her sword lazily, "I'll do my best not to kill you; you move first."
"If you can land a single hit on me, this exercise will be over."

Bryan's thoughts were racing, but before he was to do anything, he breathed in deeply, then exhaled slowly. Without focus, the fight was already lost. He stood tall and fixed his stance. He stared directly at Ophelia, her glare was strong but it was only a look. Something else learned in training.
There was absolutely no testing as before, he was a student. Show of force would do nothing either. He would have to go all out from the start, but how... In the last fight, the angel didn't have much trouble against the techniques, so swordplay would have to be the main factor.
"number 9, smoke wall" was said, and smoke instantly formed in front of him. he muttered quickly after "number 28, shadow clone" and 4 virtual copies of himself walked out of his body. Out of the smoke came five fighting ferrets, four false forms flying for the foe. Bryan was second to the left, his sword gleaning like the others.

Ophelia wasn't at all impressed with the display, she knew exactly which was the real sword to fight and parried against her enemy. It was a light strike too, she could've simply broken his wrist and had the fight over, but she wasn't trying to kill him, just figure out where to start. I wonder how long it'll take him to realize I can sense the metal of his sword? If he can't... this'll be far more than disappointing...
"Do better, you'll always have to keep your cool in the heat of battle. I can hear what you're going to do; if you have to say it, say it in your head, only one of the Sanctum Lords can read minds." Electricity arced between their swords as Ophelia taunted the ferret by hitting her sword playfully against his.

Say it in my mind, sounds so easy... never worked before. I suppose i never HAD to make it work before. If i survive this fight, i will have this skill.
Since Ophelia targeted me instantly, that required an analysis. Sensing energy was out the question since the other clones had energy inside them as well. Appearances were exact replicas, and the smoke wall prevented seeing the clones branch away from the host, myself. That means she would have to sense flesh or my sword. Sword is more likely, it had a special type of metal crafted from a heavenly rock. Perhaps angels are attuned to it?
Either way, the next attacks would have to be powerful or I would just be getting myself killed. He mentally screamed Number 46, DRILL and leapt toward the roof with a trajectory for Ophelia, but his spinning was no more special than average.

Ophelia seemed a little disappointed by the boy's attack, she frowned as she stepped forward, turned her blade and sharply parried the spinning ferret. She put enough effort into the attack to make the boy hopefully rethink his battle strategy after he regained his balance, "Have confidence in yourself, you lose that for a moment and your opponent has already won; also, keep your sword and arms as close to your body as possible to minimize the target space for your opponent."
In a flash, almost unnoticeable to even the most acute senses, Ophelia withdrew her other sword, slashed at the boy's arm, cutting him slightly and sheathed her sword in a single, graceful movement as if to emphasize her second point. "That was blood-steel, it draws blood out of its user and opponent. Funny enough, you won't actually bleed from the lighter wounds, it simply steals all of the blood in a single strike. It does sting a bit though." She smiled slightly as she pressed forward to limit the boy's actual fighting space. "And never let yourself be backed into a corner, always have an exit."

The worst thing about her teachings, is i've learned all of these. I've become too complacent and reliant on my techniques. I shouldn't have been able to beat Soullira...
Growling, he felt cornered. Suddenly, his mind thought more clearly. His problem was relying on the chant and not the technique. The energy within him was transformed by him and released through the blade. words had nothing to do the process. The chant must be the way it was taught for the mind to follow the correct energy flow. Simple tools used by children, not elite ninja. His techniques are moved by imagination, not rules.
Bryan's composure instantly improved, his experience of the battlefield was shown through his glaring golden eyes. Instead of his self-assured mediocre stance, he held the katana sideways across his heart. He had to think ahead, not about his next move but his opponent's. Her first directive is to avoid being hit. Bryan wasn't the key target. And then a plan was formulated.
Without moving, he imagined the flow of energy during mirror wall. The walls behind Ophelia seemed unchanged, but they would reflect energy. Bryan said "number 61, crescent gash", yet his energy flow was crescent slash, much less taxing in energy. He used two overlapping arcs to create the appearance of the larger move. When Ophelia dodges ,as she inevitably will, one of the arcs will hit the back wall and the other will ricochet off the corner angle and shoot toward the left of the room. This will leave the right section, which would be occupied by the rushing ferret, sword held two-handed and close to his body, both defensive and offensive.

"Tricky, tricky," Ophelia laughed a little as she ducked around the arc of energy and around the ferret sword singer. She was behind the ferret before he had resumed his pose and had charged where she had been, she was behind him so fast that she actually looked like she was still in front of him. "Catch me if you can."

I kept running past her, knowing she moved just faster than my reflexs could shift my body. I bounded off the back wall onto the ceiling, then kicked from there into a spin towards Ophelia. I used Drill and Tornado in conjunction to amplify my twisting, and also to widen my attack radius.
His energy limits seemed to be amplified in his flustered state. He had never had a major challenge before, even facing Soullira he never felt he didn't have a chance. Normally, he'd be tired by now, but he felt more alive than ever. He was no longer in just another fight, this was exhillirating. The possibilty that he could die fighting was somehow fulfilling. However, that didn't mean he'd accept it easily.

Ophelia calmly met her opponent's attack; it was newer, but not unexpected. She quickly turned to face Bryan and her eyes flashed a brilliant purple light; she had drawn her second sword within microseconds of the flash, and it changed directly into a large shield that she braced in front of her body. Another flash of light from her eyes and she sent the metal of the sword slinger's weapon veering slightly off to the side. The change was minimal, but it would be enough to throw the boy directly into her shield and hopefully stop him fighting if he broke anything.

Since he couldn't see where he was going, he expected Ophelia to dodge like she has been doing. Within the tornado's cover, he let go of the sword to continue the attack and steadied himself. Using his claws as an edge, something he had never thought of before, he sent small crescent slashes in the same direction closer to the ground. If she ducked or blocked for some reason, it would cut at her legs. Since the edge is short and not metal it wouldn't be a strong attack, but it would cut.
This would need to work, because his sword would either bury itself in the ground and unretrievable during battle, or be sent through the wall and be too far too collect during the fight. He had never parted with his sword before, but desparate times call for desparate actions. Also, it wouldn't be something to expect, or even think about.
<<I actually thought of this before, but scrapped the idea XD>>

He threw away his sword? I suppose he has claws... Only a fool would fight that way! Ophelia's eyes flashed again and her shield grew to be large than her entire body and her body had started to form a metallic matrix over its surface. Hurt me now!

Sword gone, but Ophelia was in her shield now. For some reason, this emboldened him. Sure, she could smite him any second, but this proved to him he was improving withing the fight itself exponentially. Attacks that were deflected lazily now resulted in her using a sheild of some sort. One last thing to try.
Flash cannon. One of his last resorts he didn't like to use due to plain destructive power, but he didn't have his katana. His claws should hold reasonable power.
He oustreached his arms to the side, then brought them out in front, all claws focused at a small point. The tips were already glowing as he said "I wouldn't underestimate this attack, teacher". With a flash, a thin laser was emitted at the speed of light. The beam itself normal cuts straight through most materials instantly, but the lesser edge and Ophelia's strength held it back. However, the laser grew wider, and more powerful in strength.
It stopped growing at a foot diameter, and keeping its tremendous force was all Bryan could do. This truly would be the last move, he could finally feel the drain these high power attack were having on his energy. He held it as long as he could, but after a few seconds, the ninja ferret blacked out, and fell asleep on the floor, and would remain comatose for 20 hours as his body replenished his life force.

What the hell is he thinking? Nothing, that's what!
The attack the sword singer out poured was something to be reckoned with for sure; while it was hitting her shield, Ophelia could feel the blood steel being ripped away, her blood steel! Before she realized what her body was doing Ophelia had switched stances to make sure her sword was positioned directly inside the beam. Ophelia's eyes flashed their brilliant purple light and the entirety of the beam was being forcefully redirected into her sword by her suddenly radiant aura of fizzling energy and burning yellow light. Her ethereal wings were as still as she was as she absorbed the attack, "You are a fool to force an angel to take its aura!" As she screamed electricity burst throughout the air in explosive little sparks; in her fury, Ophelia pressed forward as if she were merely swimming against a strong current and she intercepted the flow of energy to the boy's attack with her own electrical current.
As the force blocking her finally subsided and the boy's limp body fell to the floor. She screamed at the boys recklessness and large lightning bolts from the storm outside struck several times within a handful of seconds. She sheathed her main sword and reformed her now shield back into a sword and sheathed it as well. The metallic lattice that had covered her body was once again as soft as skin and she looked completely normal once again, save for her wings and highly overpowering aura.
Ophelia stormed over to where the sword singer's sword had fallen and wrenched it free; she walked back over to the boy's body wearing an evil, maniacal smirk. Ophelia leaned close to the boys ear and said as calmly as she could manage, "If you want to get better, stop relying on the sword to work for you." Ophelia stood up and grasped the sword's blade about two thirds of the way down in her hands, "If you want it back, come get me when you're ready!" With her final words her eyes streamed out a flurry of purple colored lights as she forced the flow of power into the sword. She slightly bent the sword at first, but then snapped it cleanly in two.
The burst of pinned up energy from the sword made her drop the hilt of the sword, just out of first reach of the boy when he woke, and clutch at her heart in pain. She regained her composure as her body quickly healed whatever wounds it had sustained other than where the sword was biting into her flesh from how tightly she clenched it. "Your blade feels so familiar, the material, I mean, and I think I know where to go have some fun!" Time to decimate some villages, decimate some villages, "DECIMATE SOME VILLAGES!" She laughed and the evil sound fill the entire town, chilling everything that heard it to the bone. "You might have lost, but you aren't yet damned." She smiled her cocky smirk again and disappeared without another word or sound, her aura vanishing altogether with her.

Much later i woke up and saw Kuroitachi Muramasa broken in two. "... she broke an unbreakable sword. Well, that is a force even the Wolverine sage would have trouble against, but it isn't called unbreakable for nothing" With a groan as he stood up among the rubble, he picked up the two pieces. He tried to open the Dimensional Pocket, but couldn't.
A little irritated, he said "number 27, Dimensional Pocket" and the familiar shine on his paw came about. Thinking about what this might mean, he pulled out his katana's sheath. Placing the blade in first and then the hilt, he'd have to wait a week until the blade was repaired.
When he was given this sword by Lord Shuyin for being by far the best swordsman ninja he's seen, his paw shone and punched it right while Bryan was holding it, and broke it in half. The legendary unbreakable sword now was in two pieces. Confused and crushed beyond belief, the young ferret just shook where he stood as the Daimyo picked up the pieces, and ut it back in the sheath. "come back in exactly one week, do not worry."
In one week, he returned, and the Lord was holding the same sword, but it was complete. "Muramasa made this sword from a heavenly material, one filled with mysterious energy. It is incredibly strong, but no material is unbreakable. The true power of this sword is the ability to heal itself. This is Muramasa's greatest sword, and now it is yours. You are no longer a student, you are a ninja."
Tossing the sheathed Kuroitachi Muramasa back into the Dimensional Pocket, he took out his second favorite sword Mitohiro. In his dreams, Ophelia came in and mentioned something about needing to not rely on his sword so much. As a ninja, he was extremely specialized, which was why he had to be so much stronger than everyone else. This would mean a reluctant visit with an old rival, Nate Corriander. The only ninja to use a pistol as part of his arsenal, he was skilled in many weaponry and martial arts.
I hope he helps...

<<oh wait, i think i only have the hilt... Scratch that part.>> Edited: part, he only puts the hilt in the sheath. The rest can remain

((Sorry for breaking your sword, but Ophelia got angry, now you know why her husband left her and didn't come back... lol... You did a good job in ending it. I think it would be a larger character turn if the sword wouldn't heal unless you had both pieces. And to explain how it brokified; Ophelia basically pushed her soul through the metal of the sword to give it enough energy so when she does snap it she's shattering her soul to temper the flow of the universe and alter reality. I love the way elemental magic works, wooo!!!))

it does need both pieces, that's why i added the footnote message lol. <reeeeeeally needs to be clearer more often>