Karin laughed. "So you figured me out." Karin said. "Dosent matter. Ill Kill Karin and find a new host." he said. Sora then appeared behind Karin. "Not so fast!" He said. "Your not killing another person for your selfish needs, Kurohamaru!"
You Sh*ttin me? You gotta be Sh*ttin me. Whats the piccy?
Lucario talked into the intercom. "Everyone important news." Lucario said into the intercom. "PARTY AT ITACHI's PLACE!!!! WOOTNESS!!!!!DONT MISS IT CAUSE TIS GONNA BE TIGHT!!!"
OOC: Yes. He is possesed. BIC: "Mixt i am Karin." Karin told him. *inside Karin's head* DAMN! Mixt is on to me. I should kill this host. . .
"Then i have no choice." Lucario said as he got into battle stance. "If i kill you i am sorry."
"You possess a great power that can conquer worlds." Lucario told Garxena. "I want that power. If you do not co-operate i will have to use force if neccessary."
"I am Karin." Karin told Mixt.
Lucario spotted Garxena. He landed behind her. "You will come with me" He told her.
*tackels ICSP*
"Me." Karin said. "I held it."
Lucario's black wing grew from his back. He then flew out of the building making a hole in Garxena's seiling. He started flying around. Looking for Garxena.
Karin looked at Mixt. "Give it to me." He said.
*starts biting chasity belt*
OOC: so whats happenin so far?
"Heres your warning." Mikami told him. "We have to past a test to get in. The G-men can pass this test with ease. If you fail you die."
Mikami pushed a button and the floor started to move down. It was an elevator.
Name: Dein Kurasaki Age: 19 Race: Human Jedi or Sith: Jedi Lightsaber color (red if Sith): Blue and Green Lightsaber type (single, dual, staff): Dual Force powers (max of six): Force sheild (Sorta like Reflega), Force push, Dual Force Saber throw, Other: Can move really fast Appearence:
Mikami got off when they landed. On the mountain was just a warehourse with a door. Mikami entered the password and went inside. It was a big empty room.
I do not have a Style! At least i dont think i do . . .
Without thinking i suddenly yelled Objection. . . >_>
