(400 Posts, Congrats Everyone!)<br/>[Barusa]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">*The big white Hana wasn't practicing or anything, she was just sitting in the courtyard staring at the Axe that Yggdrasil had found in mere seconds. Her 'leader' had figured it out so fast, she didn't have to ask any questions she just POW, did it...but what was bothering her was what the shield turned into. For a plant, an axe was the symbol of death, like a scythe would be to a human. The implement of the reaper...thus...this suggested that she would have to become a death bringer. A concept she disliked. Sure she hunted and practiced martial arts but that was standard fare for Hana, self defence. To her the axe symbolized the quality of actively taking life. She was afraid of doing this, not because she was afraid to do so, in fact the idea exhilarated her, no. She feared the enjoyment of doing so. She feared what she would become once she tasted it. Thus she held herself back and contemplated the choice.*</div></div></div><br/>[Wiska]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">*The catfish was stalking around the city, continuously interrupted, twice now when she just wanted to enjoy Seydon cradled up inside her. So to pass the time, she went to browse through what cloud nine had to offer, and boy did it have a lot. Cloud Nine was everything one wanted from a pirate city, Essentials, commodities, and barrels and barrels of intoxicating substances...of which Wiska quickly became an advocate of pipe weed, she used her portion of the haul from the Red Dutchess for her purchases, of course she was easily swindled on every purchase, but later she watched other people make their purchases and quickly developed the sense for haggling. Her aggressive nature flared into full bloom and in mere hours the vulnerable tubby little shaman became a rough necked spitfire in the bazaar, she was no merchant lord, but she was decent enough to hold her own and reel in some fair bargains.*</div></div></div>