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"Not so fast" Ivy said, pushing Sunny Pixie out of the way and absorbing some of the Light into herself, hoping that it would either cancel out some of the Darkness, or at least that she wouldn't be fully maxed out and turn to stone herself. "Phew" she said, realizing that she wasn't stone "Now, we had a deal" Ivy told her "Talk"

 

OOC: Derselner?

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"Well, i don't know much, but i know they're leader is Shadow... and there head quarters is in another dimension. Ali never told me much about them.

"Don't think you can escape the light." The seal of light reappeared around Sunny Pixie, this time turning her to stone.

"Noooo! Once again Ivy, sorry about everything and sorry i can't help you much more." HSe turned to stone. the stone then disappeared and reappeared beside Ali."Yes."

ooc:that's Pixie's real color. just was too lazy to find it.

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"Oh I know" Will said as he lifted Powerhands chestplate one which he held the Koa'ki Meiru symbol. He then attempted to push the Duel Disk into the slot shaped as it. Powerhand gave a small gasp as his mechanical body began shining green. Then after the light faded the Duel Disk center perfectly fit into the spot. "Looks like I'm ready to duel" said Powerhand, astounded by his new ability.

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"Two" She whispered, her voice resolute "That's two people I have to fight" she glared at James and emphasized "Alone"

 

Tara, who had been watching the whole duel, sat down next to Ivy, placed the small cat on her lap, and stroked her fur, whispering things to her in a calming voice, then glared at Powerhand "Leave her alone" she whispered, "Please, her first duel and her opponent died, leave her be"

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"But how else shall I learn how to use this program" Powerhand said, pointing to a Duel Disk in the center of his his chest. "I have exactly no idea how I am to use this and I am hoping to be able to assist you people with my abilities if I am able to Duel."

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OOC: Powerhand's not really a social person/robot is he/it?

 

Just then, the wind decided to pick up and Tara and Ivy both took in a deep breath "That can't be..." Tara whispered

 

"That perfume..." Ivy added, her sorrow being replaced by her duty to Tara "Why now?" She mumbled, evolving to LV5 as she jumped off Tara's lap and ran behind a building, dragging Ilana by her shirt collar when she came back

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OOC: No its just that he just doesn't have much feelings

 

 

"Stop Ivy" Powerhand said not wanting to hurt anybody, "She is the one your brother sent to protect you."

 

"Yeah" Will said appearing from behind his Duel Runner, "I had to give up my Dark Signer powers to get her here".

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Will then picked up Ccapac Apu and showed it to Ivy. "Hey in case ya didn't notice already I'm a Dark Signer, however I'm still gonna be helping you guys." he said pulling up his sleeve to reveal the Giant Mark. "Oh I didn't drag her here just for you to attack her, she's supposed to protect you now. Its part of the deal, Mark died and shes not a Dark Seal no more".

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OoC: Thanks! I just wondered, though... how will I connect with anyone else? Also, I'm accustomed to writing in the first person... lemme know if this is a problem. Almost forgot: 591f695.png

 

IC: It was a particularly hot day in July, as my motley crew and I cruised down the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway from my apartment on 126th Street in Flushing to Manhattan for a tournament. Reflecting on the past few months, I thought to myself, Man, I can't believe my luck...

 

You see, here I am, sitting in the back of my '60's era VW super van, on the waterbed, just looking around... in front of me, in the second row bench seat, was my friend, Bob. For years, he'd lived in the alley beside my apartment complex, overlooked like any ordinary hobo. But, I stopped and talked to him once at a Mets game, we hit it off, and he's been traveling with us ever since. He's a little shorter than me, at about 5'10 and 220 pounds, with poofy, curly, salt-and-pepper hair, with a matching beard. He wore an ill-fitting sweater from his Navy days, which he insisted "still fits like a glove".

In the passenger seat was another friend of mine, my neighbor in the aforementioned complex, Roscuro Norman. He was in his thirties, ridiculously tall and lanky, at about 6'5" and less than 200 pounds. He had shoulder length, black, straight-as-a-board hair, a jazz patch, thick, mirrored shades, a gold medallion, and a cheap, polyester suit... class, but on a budget.

Driving the van was my best friend and roommate, Joey Barone, who was ever so slightly taller than me, at roughly 6'2", and about 200 pounds, with messy, unkempt blonde hair. He wore in incredibly stained, formerly white tee-shirt, that was about ready to be retired, and a pair of black athletic pants.

Sitting next to me were my girlfriend, Amiko Imari Chouza, who was affectionately refered to as "Ami", and Elvis Presley. No, seriously. Well, about Ami, she's been my friend since Kindergarten in Philly, and our families moved up here at roughly the same time. She Japanese, the first of her family to be born here, and also quite short, at 5'2", with long, raven hair, and deep brown eyes. It always challenges me to say this without sounding overly perverted, but she's got a quite... voluptuous figure, as well.

But, let's not go on about that; sitting next to her was the Elvis Presley, who stood at a fraction of an inch shorter than myself and weighed about the same, went waaaaaay back with me. See, when I was fourteen or so, he drove up to my place on his suped-up moped scooter, which had dual rocket launchers attached to the front, and reduced my door to toothpicks. We then engaged in an epic battle, which resulted in me being hospitalized for a week. He felt awful and visted me every day, and, down on his luck, rented our basement, along with Jimi Hendrix and Jesus Christ, who were currently holding down the fort at home. We've been pals ever since. Today, he wore his Blue Hawaii outfit, which included a red Hawaiian shirt, a lei, and white slacks.

Through his thick Brooklyn accent, Joey spoke up. "Ken," he informed me, "Your phone's goin' off."

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