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<td style="background-color: #170000" width="580" align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small;font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="color: #ffffff">Leon&#39;s speech was so compelling that he almost thought this was a real adventure. Those Resistance guys really took their job seriously. It was refreshing for Anton to finally see a performance at it&#39;s best. He didn&#39;t want to interrupt and sat quietly, listening to each word. His legs shook slightly due to anticipation due to the fact that he had to stand to grab the strap.<br /><br />When the ship acceletrated and took a hard turn, most weren&#39;t effected by it, except Anton. Due to his low weight, Anton was flung horizontal as he grabbed for dare life on to the strap, </span><span style="color: #ffffff"><span style="color: #ff0000;">"WOW!"</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff"> Anton screamed as everyone just sat easily on their benches until he was back standing onthe bench. Even a ride for the audience, Anton was loving the group.<br /><br />As they arrived on the planet, Anton elbowed the man near him wearing all black, </span><span style="color: #ffffff"><span style="color: #ff0000;">"This guy really takes his shows seriously, huh. I&#39;m so excited to see what happens."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff"> Running as soon as Leon gave the word. His short legs meant he had to hussle more than everyone else, but the reindeer in him kept him going and up to pace.</span><span style="color: #ffffff"><br /> </span></span><br /> </span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #170000" width="580" align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="color: #ff0000"><strong>OOC:</strong></span><br /> <span style="color: #ffffff">Hey Requiem, the issue with the spacing is easily fixed by pressing shift+enter when you make a new line. It should have been fixed, but that fixes it. I&#39;ll speak with the site admin about fixing it. If you would like a post box like the rest of us, post: <a href="http://dystopiapro.com/warofhearts/forum/out-of-character/post-box-requests/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://dystopiapro.com/warofhe.....-requests/</a> with color scheme and a slogan of some kind. That image you have now would work good too. I&#39;d probably add the ShinRa logo into the banner.&#160;<br />To everyone, we are heading to Sector 7 before the next DM post.<br />T<strong>otal words: 191//776</strong><br /> </span></span></td>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; color: #993366;">&#8220;Oi!&#8221; </span><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">D&#39;gerik would yell out, calling the one he would assume was this &#8220;Leader of the resistance: Leon&#8221;. Should the same turn around, behind the other four volunteers, his gaze would meet upon a tall, slender, pale-skined man climbing out of the very cramped looking landing-gear compartment of the Gummi ship. </span><br /></span><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />He was approximately seventy two inches tall. Despite his slender body, he still had a clear amount of muscle tone, enough to suggest that he could hold his own with many, if not any. His eyes were a deep, soul-calming purple, and his hair was a pure white. Finally, his skin, when described as pale, it&#8217;s an understatement; one would almost guess that he hadn&#8217;t seen sunlight for years, if at all in his lifetime.&#160;<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; color: #993366;">&#8220;Wait a moment, damnit. Always rushing. . .&#8221;</span><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; color: black;"> He said as he brushed himself off. He was wearing a long, black overcoat which covered all the way down to his hands, which were also concealed by black, leather gloves, and finally he wore matching, black trousers. It was clearly at least one size bigger than D&#8217;gerik, but was still snug, which suggested he was wearing light armor beneath it all..</span><span style="font-size: small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"> Only the mentally challenged would be unable to tell by now that he had indeed stowed away; but for what reason?<br /><br /></span></span>OOC:<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Words in post: 217<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Total Words: 217</span><br />
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<td style="background-color: #710004" width="586" align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #ffffff;">The two transports with the Resistance members took off as Leon waited for his team to board. Once all the members of Leon&#39;s team board, he shut the door and Cid took off. Cid was the best pilot on Traverse Town and was in charge of training all members to fly. The flight was the smoothest any would have even holding onto the straps. Leon allowed the chosen to adjust to the flight before going into the the debriefing. Looking over the group, Leon quickly assested what each of the members were skilled had. The majority seemed to be warriors like himself, but if Merlin&#39;s wand was any hint then they also had a mage.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #00ff00;">"We are heading to Midgar. The pilot said they found out it was once part of another planet that was destroyed by the heartless and reformed as their single largest city. It is run by a corporation called ShinRa that has it&#39;s own personal army."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon paused as he thought about his men dying, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">"They attacked my emmisaries, but an opposing group was able to save one and they need to get out. With only the single city, the group, AVALANCHE, is being cornered and asked for our assistance."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffffff;">Leon stopped as he noticed the sign for a warp. Even with Cid on the helm, the warp caused all to hold on tight or hit the floor. Looking out the window, Leon saw the two units had already started their attack and Cid was taking them in far out of the way of their attack. Leon turned back to continue the mission details,</span><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "We are landing in a location known as Wall Market. We then head to Sector 7, grab AVALANCHE, and get out. If the other two groups do their jobs, we&#39;ll have little conflict."</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Cid brought the gummi down in a clearing just outside a grouping of buildings that were walled off. The entrance had a sign that said "South".</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffffff;">Leon jumped out of the gummi ship and looked around the surroundings. This planet seemed to have a great deal of technology, but this area looked like it had not seen care. Wall Market&#39;s buildings looked like they were made out of any metal they could find and looked far better than anything else. No wonder there was an opposition to the people in charge.</span><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "We need to move. Down here should be a park then right past that is Sector 7. Let&#39;s move."</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon began running towards the park trusting the others to follow.</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><br /></span></span><br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">The bubbling sense of disappointment slowly faded as Locke watched from a distance as the leader of the Resistance mobiled his people quickly and effectively, coming up with a plan of action on the spot and calling for others to aide him. Locke was tugged by the request, realizing that Squall would be leaving for some unknown world, leaving Locke&#39;s chance at fighting him completely shattered. Releasing a sigh and caving to the tug of adventure Locke started through the crowd, which seemed to move around him at a distance.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #DD300E;"><strong>I guess I&#39;m going as well, but let it be known I intend to fight you one way or another before all of this is over.</strong></span> &#8221; Locke spoke as he neared the Gummi ship and the small group of people who had offered their help.<br /> Passing the others Locke moved into the Gummi ship, locating a seat. As he took to the bench Locke grabbed hold of one of the stabilizing straps and looked on Squall, still sizing him up.</span></td>
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Leon looked up from the pilot that had crashed and tapped him on the shoulder, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">"You did well."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> He looked back at Aerith and motioned to him, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">"Take care of him."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon moved from the gummi ship as Aerith went to heal the pilot and help him to a nice bed for rest. The two Resistance units straightened as their leader approached. His confidence had kep them all strong and alive since their planet was destroyed and they all respect him above all, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">"Men, your going to attack here."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon pointed to the map provided by the pilot,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "It&#39;s known as Sector 5. Unit one, your goal is to move towards the reactor, here."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Again he pointed to the map,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "Your ultimate goal is not to destroy it, but do so if you can without too many casualties. Unit two, you are to move towards Sector 7, here, where AVALANCHE is stationed. Me and my volunteers will be going in after you two land, your job is to make them think you are heading there by drawing as much attention as you can and killing all possible. Once we have AVALANCHE, I&#39;ll relay the message and you&#39;ll pull out."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon looked at the two in front of each group, the leaders,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "Bring them all back alive."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> The unit leaders nodded, salute, then both units moved out and began boarding their own transport.<br /><br />Leon moved towards the volunteers and looked them over as he did his units. His looked turned slightly angry as he looked over Locke. He nodded approvingly as he looked over Kuro then paused as he saw Gaius. His appearance echoed the heartless to him, but there were many who looked like him and found his way here. He would keep his eye on him, but this mission could use all the volunteers possible. Then he saw the young Anton. He would not have a youths blood on his hands when he saw Merlin&#39;s staff. The design showed it was the one he gave to his top apprentice. Nodding, he turned to the group,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "Our mission is to get AVALANCHE out. The other two units will be the distraction and we&#39;ll come in a little later. I&#39;ll explain on the way."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> <br /><br />Leon began towards the gummi ship and was greeting by Cid,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> <span style="color: #b0a93a;">"I&#39;ll go grab ya a pilot."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"> </span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;">Leon nodded and clapped him on the shoulder,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "I wouldn&#39;t trust another pilot with the job. Make sure the other pilots know the landing sites. They are to land here."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon passed the map over to Cid as he ran to the other to pilots to make sure they know all the information on it. Turning to Yuffie and Aerith who were tending to the pilot before boarding the front transport gummi, Leon issued one last order, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">"You two are in charge. Keep patrol at red alert till we return."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Yuffie waved as the two transports with Resistance members took off and Cid raced back into the cockpit of the transport with Leon aboard. Leon looked out at Traverse Town as he hung to one of the straps on the inside of the open transport. He had not left the town since he formed the Resistance. He had come to love the town even if he would never admit it, but he would certainly keep it safe.</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><br /></span></span><br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #000000;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #e8cd9e;">&#160;&#160; <span style="color: #ffffff;">Beneath his helm, the warrior sighed. Gaius found himself disappointed when the fight was stopped before it could ever begin. There was nothing like seeing a contest of strength between two people, and the legatus found a no more truthful expression of a person than when they fought. He&#39;d seen it countless times in his life, which included his own personal experience with fighting and clawing his way up the military heirarchy to reach the top. How unfortunate for the resistnace; the strongest man should be the leader, and who knows, perhaps this new challenger would have proven to posess the mos strength.<br /><br />&#160;&#160; Gaius didn&#39;t have too much time to dwell upon being robbed of a good fight, as a strange looking ship made it&#39;s unexpecting landing in town. Gaius had only been in this world a short time, and he was still not used to the appearance of these &#39;Gummi&#39; ships. Their appearances was bizarre and not at all effective looking; quite a bit different from the airships his empire had used in their invasion of Eorzea. <br /><br />&#160;&#160; The legatus had kept in range of the ship and the man that had exited it, allowing him to overhear much of what was said. It seemed that another world was being attacked by this <em>darkness</em>. ShinRA, AVALANCE, metropolis &#8230; Gaius wasn&#39;t privy to what any of those words meant or were supposed to mean, but he knew that this would be a magnificent opportunity to test his abilities in combating the darkness.<br /><br />&#160;&#160; Arms folded, Gaius&#39;s voice boomed beneath his helmet, &#8220;<span style="color: #ff0000;">I volunteer my blade.</span>&#8220;<br /></span>&#160;<br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #460461;" width="580" align="center"><span style="font-family: &#8216;andale mono&#8217;,times; color: #ff0000;"><strong>Operation: New Planet.<br /><span style="font-size: small; color: #ffffff;">As he neared the source of the commotion he finally found someone who seemed to match the description he was given. He was going to approach him, but somone had beat him there and was attacking Leon. It was a short lived attack, however, as a female stopped the fight before it could truly begin. <em>Damn, wouldve been a good chance to see what the leader of the Resistance could do. I may have to end up fighting him one day</em>, Kuro thought.<br /><br />Seemingly out of nowhere, a ship of some sort appeared in the sky and started barreling towards the ground with violent speed that suggested it was out of control.Kuro moved back slightly, giving the ship&#160; enough room to crash but staying close enough to the action so that he could see what happened. The ship hit the ground without injuring anyone and out crawled a pilot who immediately began to tell a tale of betrayal and ambush to Leon when he had gathered himself. After hearing the tale Leon immediately began to make plans for what seemed like a rescue mission and asked for civilian volunteers.<br /><br /><em>Damn. Helping these guys out on an irrelevant mission wasn&#39;t in my plans. But this guy is leaving and getting information from him is my number one priority. Maybe if I get close to him, help him out a bit he&#39;ll give me the information i want</em>.<br /><br />Dusting himself off, Kuro approached Leon and nodded his head. &#8220;If you&#39;re taking civilians,&#8221; he said, &#8220;I&#39;ll be happy to join.&#8221;<br /></span></strong></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">Locke&#39;s movements were fluid and though Squall had evaded his opening attack he was well positioned to strike again. The crowd which had surrounded the leader of the Resistance had opened up around the two and were in awe of the spectacle that was about to erupt. From the sound of it, it had not been the first time someone had attempted to fight Squall. Locke pushed these thoughts from his mind, set his feet and prepared to launch himself at the man who had raised his own weapon and seemed ready and willing to acept his challenge. As he began to react a young woman stepped between them. Locke stepped back, his eyes looking upon the woman then towards Squall.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #DD300E;"><strong>This is no business of you&#8212;</strong></span> &#8221; Locke began to speak when the movement in the sky above seemed to catch everyone&#39;s attention. Locke looked up following the path of the ship. It&#39;s flight was unstable, dipping and weaving as it neared the ground. &#8221; <span style="color: #DD300E;"><strong>How unfortunate...</strong></span> &#8221; Locke mumbled, as Squall and the others moved away quickly following the ship until it landed hard near the gates to Traverse Town. Locke was clearly not going to have his battle today, his goals dashed. Watching from a distance as the ships pilot exited and seemed okay, Locke waited, unable to hear the speech that was happening on the other side of the square.</span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #710004" width="586" align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ffffff;">The crowd at the feastival separated at the sound of the challenge into a large circle for the two to fight. The speed as which they did so showed that this was certainly not the first hot shot who wanted to challenge the leader. Yuffie&#39;s shoulders drooped forward, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ffff;">"Not again..."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Aerith jumped between the two of them and point a palm at each of them, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;">"There&#39;s no need for this and this is certainly not the place."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon was already facing Locke with his gunblade in hand, "If this is what you&#39;d like, Locke..." Leon always learned the names of the residents as soon as they arrived to show he felt no higher than them here, but he was cut short by a gummi ship arriving.<br /><br />The gummi ship was making far more noise than usual and smoke trailed from behind. The entire crowd was staring at the gummi ship&#39;s erratic flight, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">"Move!"</span><span style="color: #3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;">Yelled Leon as he ran from the plaze seeing the gummi ship wasn&#39;t going to be able to land correctly. The crowd scattered seeing the same thing coming and the gummi ship landed right behind the front gate to the town. The gummi ship showed dents in the armor with a few holes in the back, it seemed lucky to get here. The crowd stayed back as Leon approached the ship and the cockpit opened.<br /><br />The pilot scrambled out of the ship and fell to the stone pavement. Leon helped him to his feet and simply looked at the man knowing he would speak when he could. Once he regain his composure, the pilot gave his report,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #cc99ff;"> "The planet is known as Midgar and it&#39;s made up of a large metropolis. When we arrive, soldiers told us we were being escorted to the person in charge. A man named Rufus, president of the ShinRa company. When we got deep into the city, we were ambushed."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> The man stopped for a moment remembering the events vividly,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #cc99ff;"> "Zeye, Koi, and Nami held off the soliders and told me to run back to the gummi ship and report back. I didn&#39;t want to, but I knew they were right so I ran. The planet is huge and go lost. That&#39;s when I met AVALANCHE. They&#39;re a resistance group against ShinRa. They hid me from ShinRa and told me that their planet was much bigger at one point, but the heartless destroyed much of it. With the planet being smaller, AVALANCHE needs to escape the planet."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffffff;">The pilot pulled out a piece of paper and passed it to Leon,</span><span style="color: #cc99ff;"> "They gave me a map of the planet. The X is where they are located while the squares are possible landing points for our gummi ships."</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon&#39;s face grew angry as he thought over the report. Searching through the crowd, his gaze stopped on Cid, </span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">"Gather 3 transport gummis."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Cid nodded, gathering two people from the crowd, and headed for the garage.</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "Unit 1 and 3 suit up. The rest of the units stay here and defend the town, high alert."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> Leon was furious over the ambush, but he knew the heartless could attack at any moment. Leon then looked around at the crowd,</span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;"> "Any civilian volunteers to join me in the extraction mission, get ready to move out ASAP."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> His gaze focused on Locke for a moment then back to the pilot, </span><span style="color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">"Tell me what you know about AVALANCHE."</span></span><span style="color: #ffffff;"> The pilot nodded as his words were lost to the rest of the crowd due to the chaos around them.<br /></span></span><br /></span></td>
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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Anton watched as the apple sail into the trash can. He looked up at the man in wonder of how would waste a perfectly good apple. Shrugging it out, loud noises and a crowd beginning to form caught his attention and he made him completely forget about the apple, &#8220;What&#39;s going on over here?&#8221; Anton asked himself as he moved past the legs of the people surrounding. A few well placed, &#39;excuse me&#39;, and , &#39;pardon me&#39; and he was right at the front of the crowd. Thoughts of a show being performed or maybe people singing came through his head remembering his home world. When he saw two people seemingly about to fight, he thought it was some kind of performance and began to clap. Looking around he saw no one else clapping, &#8220;Come on guys, give these guys some encouragement.&#8221; Anton had no idea that his statement meant something different to everyone else, but the smile on his face couldn&#39;t have been bigger.<br /><br />OOC: Please ignore Dys using Leon instead of Squall. If Hollow Bastion is ever taken back, he&#39;ll change back to his real name.<br />Words: 165//478</span><br />
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	<title>lydeck on Event: Operation: New Planet.</title>
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<td style="background-color: #000000;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #e8cd9e;">&#160;&#160; <span style="color: #ffffff;">Gaius van Baelsar, Legatus of the Imperial Army, was far from home. It seemed like only yesterday that he was fighting the primal dirge in his homeland of Eorzea; false gods that poisoned the minds of the natives with promises of power and security. It was all lies, of course, their temptation of power and promises only a means for them to gluttonously feed upon the energy of the planet. He knew this, his comrades knew this, and they had only been breaking the shackles upon an indentured people. <br /><br />&#160;&#160; He had been misunderstood. The people he intended to free, blinded through generations of brainwashing, saw him as a conqueror instead of a liberator. They fought him tooth and nail, resisting what was good for them and damn determined to continue their tainted existance. It was only a matter of necessity that he had shown such &#8230; excessive &#8211; no, rightful force. <br /><br />&#160;&#160; But that was all gone now. As far as he knew, his homeland was gone and he now found himself in this strange realm of darkness and light. Heartless and Resistance. If he didn&#39;t know any better he&#39;d have blamed his current situation upon primal tricks, but there was something more at work here.<br /><br />&#160;&#160; Whatever the case, Gaius was determined to make ammends for his past failures. He would use whatever means necessary &#8211; extreme, perhaps even excessive &#8211; to destroy this heartless blight he had been told of. It reminded him of the situation back home, except instead of a mighty empire to defy the heartless, only a mere resistance stood against it.<br /><br />&#160;&#160; Gaius wasn&#39;t like many of these resistance members. He was a hardened military mind, willing to do whatever it took &#8211; many times corssing the borderline to what some would consider evil acts &#8211; for the greater good. It was the duty of the strong to shepard and protect the week, and his actions would be no different here. The heartless would be stopped or destroyed, no matter the price.<br /><br />&#160;&#160; The armored warrior walked among the streets of taverse town lost in these thoughts, continually pondering the future amongst the jubilent crowd around him. He wasn&#39;t much for parties, never had been and never will, but he understood the strategy in keeping these people happy.<br /><br />&#160; Gaius continued walking uninterripted until he heard a commotion, and his eyes quickly caught the sight of what was taking place. Apparently some uppity fellow was trying to test the leader of the resistance. <em>Good. </em>If Squall wasn&#39;t strong, he didn&#39;t deserve to lead the reisstance.&#160; The legatus made his way over to where the test was taking place, fully intent upon seeing it through. <br /></span>&#160;<br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #000000;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #e8cd9e;">&#8212;<br /> <span style="color: #19c720;"><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">OOC Talk:</span><br /></strong><span style="color: #ffffff;">&#160; <span style="color: #ffffff;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJNR00QQKWs" target="_blank">Character Theme ~ Garlean Will</a></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #ffffff;">458 words ~ 458 total</span></span></td>
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	<title>KaRAAYzee on Event: Operation: New Planet.</title>
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<td style="background-color: #460461;" width="580" align="center"><span style="font-family: &#8216;andale mono&#8217;,times; color: #ff0000;"><strong>Operation: New Planet.<br /><span style="font-size: small; color: #ffffff;">Kuros thoughts were interrupted by a small kid who had decided to pull on his pants. He was deep in thought and wasnt expecting to interact with anyone, so the kid caught him by surprise. Fortunately, he had caught the last few words that came out the kids mouth.<br /><br />&#8220;There still seems to be plenty to eat,&#8221;&#160; the kid said, presenting the apple.<br /><br />Kuro snatched the apple quickly out the kids hand and tossed it towards the nearest trashcan. It hit the side of it, bounced up, and landed perfectly inside of the trash can. &#8220;I was done with it kid,&#8221; he muttered. &#8220;I obviously didn&#39;t want anymore.&#8221; Kuro was about to say more, but he suddenly heard shouting coming from somewhere close.&#160; The crowd was loud, but he did hear someone yelling Leon. As the crowd shifted, he walked ahead of the kid and began to push his way through the crowd towards the source of the commotion.<br /></span><br /></strong></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #460461;" width="580" align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>OOC:</strong></span><br /> <span style="color: #ffffff;">T<strong>otal words: 415<br /><br />(lol what did i do to make my post purple? Ill fix it when i come back.)<br /></strong></span></span></td>
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