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Welcome to The Platinum Hearts Scroller. Here you can find our most recent Of the Year and Of the Season winners. Happy Roleplaying! --- Member of the Year: Locke --- Character of the Year: Alastair Eisfluch --- New Characters of the Year: Mizu Morikawa and Igendai Gyakusuma --- Social Thread of the Year: A Letter for Hymn --- Combat Thread of the Year: Raise Your Spirits --- Member of the Season: Paradigm --- Characters of the Season: Byakuya Kuchiki and Klein Schwarzwotan --- Applications of the Season: Armina Willsaam and Klein Schwarzwotan --- Fight Thread of the Season: Search and Destroy --- Social Thread of the Season: Damage Assessment --- Event Thread of the Season: Midnight Assault
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Sun May 06, 2012 4:18 am




"Safety and peace to you, friend. The world is my oyster, my Ambition pure and true. And I know that as I continue, my blade will guide my path."


"Infinite in mystery, is the Gift of the Goddess... We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface... the wandering soul knows no rest." Fingers coiled around the outside of a hard-bound book, a man would sit quietly with a smile on his face, reading words with a soft and earnest passion. His legs hung off of the sides of a building, and he sat high above the streets. This was different to his usual haunt--Setsudan would rarely go places other than the forests of Karakura City. However, Zin-sama's brother... apparently, something new had been brought about, and he had been invited to take a look at it. Having taken a look, he was now sitting upon this building with a great view of the city, watching over it and speaking his poems though nobody would care to hear--or even be in range to hear such things. A smile was curled around a slim pair of lips; Setsudan sitting there, reading words that made no sense to anyone but he. "There is no hate, only joy... for you are beloved by the Goddess. Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds." He laughed softly, continuing on with his poetic reading. "Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul. Pride is lost... wings stripped away, the end is nigh."

A sword sat at his side, the blade pointing outwards. There was no nearby scabbard--there was no scabbard at all for such a blade, for it was far too long. A sword of 150cm, known as the Monohoshizao, or as the Zanpakutō Dairiseki-kan. It had two names, for it had two masters. The one who wielded it, and the one who did not. Chuckling quietly, another voice could be heard in the air, emanating from the blade itself. "You have a way with words, Setsudan." The voice was ignored, however, the man with long violet locks simply continuing to read as pages were turned. "My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a sombre morrow... No matter where the winds may blow.

My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the Gift of the Goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return. My friend, the fates are cruel, there are no dreams, no honor remains..."
The man slid backwards from the large ledge and got to his feet, holding the sword by its hilt in one hand with the book in another, nimbly turning through pages. "The arrow has left the bow of the Goddess..." He started to walk forwards, head pointed towards the book and moving towards the centre of the flat rooftop. "My soul, corrupted by vengeance... hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey in my own salvation, and your eternal slumber. Legend shall speak of sacrifice at the world's end, the wind sails over the water's surface, quietly but surely." Sitting down once more, he closed his eyes and pondered this poem, as he had done many times before. Opening his eyes, he continued to flick through the pages with a quiet smile, replacing the Monohoshizao at his side...

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Dai
Dai
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Joined : 2010-11-07
Posts : 1550
Age : 30
Location : New Zealand

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Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:55 am




"Safety and peace to you, friend. The world is my oyster, my Ambition pure and true. And I know that as I continue, my blade will guide my path."


"Hm?" A strange chill ran up the back of the man as he sat upon his placement, though the feeling of wind blowing softly past him caused him to misunderstand--assuming it to just be the wind, no danger at all. Smiling softly, the male closed the covers of the book together, letting them slap shut and hide away within the folds of his sleeves. It would be safe there--the book would disappear into nothing, hiding away and staying in a position until Setsudan felt the need to read once more. Chuckling internally, the male placed hands onto the cemented rooftop and pushed upwards and forwards, letting his feet land upon a platform of Reiryoku. Using this, he would turn himself around and slowly take a step up onto the building before looking around. If he were to be attacked here, then there would be plenty of space. Jumping between buildings would be best, using the distance to your advantage. Of course, if whomever was willing to approach him and fight was proficient in speed... then he'd lose that advantage. Sighing quietly, the man placed his hands into the pockets of his hakama, shaking his head and letting the cool wind blow past.

"Redd.....Why did you stop?" And suddenly, a voice. However, this voice did not carry malicious intent, nor was it angered. Instead, it was a simple question. Yawning quietly, the man ignored this other for a second. He would take three steps forwards--one, two, three. Each footfall echoed slightly, though the sound was lost to the winds that blew past, letting Setsudan's hair fly out to his side as he walked. Turning back, he looked towards the youth now, as the wind died down. The kid looked something like a Shinigami, of sorts. Simple enough, of course. Letting a quiet smile cross over his lips, he turned back from the male and knelt down, picking up Daireiseki-kan and turning around towards him once more. "Setsudan. I stopped, because I rarely speak the final Act. Maybe it's psychological? I do not know. It just defeats me." Laughing softly, he hooked the weapon onto his back and closed his eyes. Who was this person? He would find out soon enough.

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