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Fantasy After the Gods

(no, I understood completely, you used your powers to reform me, then blow away everything else, however, I had taken it one step further. But Misafune's powers are not permanent, well except when he is able to change metals and such to other things, almost like a hedge alchemy, but not all mystical, more practical, being a god of the earth and all. Good luck on your book, a 50 book storyline, just wow. My writings are less..prolific. Quality over quantity, I guess. But that is just me. I write stories, not for sale, nor profit, more along the table top rp's me an my friends had played in. Just finished the story of our 100 person DnD game. No one dropped out, the story was living and evolving as people died and many weekends were filled with pizza and pepsi, and it helped to have a friend own a rental banquet hall. Seats 300, we would close up and use the reception room until sun up. Man I miss that game. but it ended. See, my deal is, I practice the art of really trying to avoid fight scenes in rp's, as they tend to be ego fueled. Unless dice are used, I usually remain docile, unless provoked. And mind games are not really my cup of tea, in my honest opinion, a little overdone and cliched. But we can continue, once I am out of class tomorrow. College waits for no man.)
 
(So... Around 9 p.m. Gmt? I'm guessing that, when you say ego fueled, you mean that there are RPers that make it so they never lose, because they have a big ego... And that doesn't really surprise me. However, having written a book, I see my own characters as characters just like other people's, so I'd like to think that, when one of my characters fights, it's balanced in the right way. (i.e. Hitokumi is currently a lot stronger and has had a lot more time to train and prepare, therefore he is more likely to win.) Also, I created these characters purely to keep the plot going. If you feel that anything I write is wrong, just say.)
 
That's what I don't think is fair. Your characters shouldn't be this far ahead of ours. I mean seriously we haven't had frickin years to train and we aren't immortal.
 
Setsu turned and looked at a strange looking girl. "Who are you?" She asked brushing her pink bangs away from her crystal blue eyes. Her face showed a sign of annoyance because of that one guy who got hurt and because Akira was upset
 
"I am The Mist." It replied. "I may be referred to as Mist. I apologize for my attack earlier." With that she knelt down.
 
Setsu looked at her and sighed. "It's fine don't worry about. The only damage you did was hurt this idiot's pride" she said pointing at the wounded kid
 
(True... But that also makes my characters less fun to use, because they can't develop in any way, they probably won't get into any relationship, and they exist purely for the plot. Also, most of you are immortal, because you are gods.)
 
((But if we are in human form I'm pretty sure we can be killed. If nobody can die then it makes everything really dumb and boring.))
 
(Even immortal gods can die. In Shinto Tsukoyumi killed the goddess of food. Lack of believers, universal shifts and power drain. Like I said, not mad, just a little confused. My chara just discovered his voice power now he's in a life or death fight. I too write out my charas).
 
The boulder sat in the stream outside of town. It wondered why it was there when it was happy being a mountain on an island near by. But all good things must end and reasonably quick too. It steamed from the heat.
 
(lololololol...)


As he walked out of the forest he landed in to hide his presence, he noticed a rather down-looking rock in the river. It was also a very big rock.


"What the..." Hitokumi said, cutting off as something in the sky caught his attention. He looked up. "Oops..." he said, left speechless there for a moment before removing his mask again and reaching out both hands towards the falling debris, slowing it down as he flew towards it, thinking about what to do as he flew towards it... If he just destroyed it, there would still be rocks falling down, just considerably smaller ones. He could try rebuilding the mountain, but that would just be unnecessarily difficult. Then he had an idea. He brought his hands closer together with difficulty, causing the falling rocks to begin to form into one mass, well, more like a floating heap of rock, but close enough. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached the massive bundle of rock, and placed both hands firmly on the bottom of it, bringing it gradually to a halt. Knowing full well that he couldn't hold such an immense weight for long, he began to use the last of his energy to alter the atomic structure of the base, turning a large amount of the inside of the rock into lighter than air elements, causing the mass to, after one last massive explosion, float. In the air. Hey, he could make this his new... Now, what did people call it? Lair? Hideout? Headquarters? Base? Home? Thinking about the possibilities, he wondered why he hadn't done this before. He removed his hands from the base of it, and it stayed. He looked at it for a moment, just to make sure it wouldn't drop out of the sky, then flew around the side of it, which took around five minutes, to the top of it, too look at his new home. It didn't look like much. It literally looked like a messy pile of boulders on an even larger piece of rock. Because that's what it was. He chose a comfortable looking rock and sat on it, replacing his mask so that he could rest and recover his energy. (Misafune can make an entrance now, if you want. Hitokumi did just use up most of his energy on... That... Or I could just keep on going with this, if you prefer.)
 
Tony simply stood there holding his wound. He huffed softly, red seeping between his fingers


(Just gonna have him stood there...)
 
Setsu turned around and faced Tony with an annoyed face. "So kid will you let me help you?" She asked, but it sounded more like an order. Her hands rested lightly on her hips as she stared at him with her cold eyes.
 

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