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  <title>［仁王雅治］Niou Masaharu</title>
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    <name>［仁王雅治］Niou Masaharu</name>
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  <updated>2009-02-18T05:10:23Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:screwperfect:3079</id>
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    <title>[Dream] 2/17/09</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T05:00:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T05:10:23Z</updated>
    <category term="is this angst?"/>
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    <category term="fuck you fuji"/>
    <category term="this is shirashi&amp;apos;s fault"/>
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    <category term="oh by the way we lost the nationals"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;"Nationals Finals Singles Three Match: Fuji Shuusuke vs. Niou Masaharu, begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream isn't so much a series of images as a series of sounds; there's the cheers of a huge crowd echoing through the open stadium, and a ball thwacking back and forth across the court, and a mocking voice cutting across cutting through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because I returned all of your prized counters doesn't mean it's good to lie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Insistent bastard, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sixth counter? If you can really do it, then show it to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a different, louder, stronger voice resonates over it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;"HOSHI HANABI!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the other sounds fade, and the final words echo softly, tauntingly, as Niou opens his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;"Game set! Won by Fuji, 7-5!!"&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:screwperfect:2941</id>
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    <title>[Dream] 2/5/09</title>
    <published>2009-02-05T05:50:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-05T06:07:47Z</updated>
    <category term="muga practice"/>
    <category term="what the shit"/>
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    <category term="tezuka is awesome"/>
    <category term="dammit yukimura"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a tennis practice one fall day, and Niou had appropriated a ball machine and the most remote of the practice courts for his own use. The yellow balls flew at him at a ridiculous rate, and he swung his racket at them without thought, reactively instinctively--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, but he was still moving around too much. He could hit most of them back without taking more than two or three steps from his initial position, but that was still moving too far. It was better than last week, but... He continued to hit the balls back and tried to remember ever detail from the video he'd watched a hundred times over; he'd held the racket like &lt;/i&gt;this&lt;i&gt;, and moved his feet like &lt;/i&gt;this&lt;i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smacked another ball back across the net, then pivoted on his left foot to hit the next; the balls seemed to come at him in almost slow motion, right to where he was standing. He hit back another one, then another, without doing more than pivot around. The air around him was starting to glow. Yes yes yes &lt;/i&gt;yes&lt;i&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, Niou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next ball crashed into his nose. He swore and ducked out of the way of the incoming barrage, turning to see who the hell was bothering him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sanada, of course it was Sanada. Niou started to snarl at him, but the glow around him shifted, and suddenly he picking his jacket up from where he'd dropped it on the ground and draping it over his shoulders. He walked over to Sanada with a gait too slow and without enough of a swagger to possibly be his own. "What is it, Sanada?" The words fell out of him, and they weren't in his voice, either, they were in a voice that sounded a hell of a lot like--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yukimura." The surprise on Sanada's face was evident. "I thought Niou was back here, not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's me. Niou's over on Court F." Niou found himself smiling lightly. "Was there anything you needed from me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W-Well." Sanada stumbled over the words, looking rather nervous. "I--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niou chuckled and finished crossing the distance over to him, and suddenly he was right next to Sanada and leaning up slightly to press his lips against his--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up with a gasp, and anyone in the nearby apartments could probably hear him yelling "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:screwperfect:2625</id>
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    <title>[Voice] 01/11/09</title>
    <published>2009-01-11T21:42:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T21:42:06Z</updated>
    <category term="ic"/>
    <category term="plotting what plotting"/>
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    <content type="html">Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody from a world with magic know how to make, like. A magic shield or force field or something?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:screwperfect:2539</id>
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    <title>Dream [01/05/09]</title>
    <published>2009-01-06T04:05:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-06T04:05:41Z</updated>
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    <category term="bad ideas"/>
    <category term="the switch"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;[images flicker across the screen, occasionally interrupted by spurts of static]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it needs to stick up more!" &lt;small&gt;[flash to a mirror, a boy with brown hair peering into it as he applied gel to his hair in shocks; another boy with spiky white hair is visible in the background, talking loudly]&lt;/small&gt; "Have you seriously never used gel before? ...Shit, gimme that--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[static]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not bleaching my hair, Niou-kun." &lt;small&gt;[another mirror, with a view of the same two boys, this time standing next to each other while the white-haired examines the ends of the other's hair. the brown-haired boy is wearing glasses this time.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? It doesn't mess it up as bad as people say, and you can just dye it back after."&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, come on, 'Gyuu--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[static]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Psst, 'Gyuu! Fix your socks!"&lt;br /&gt;"What?" &lt;small&gt;[a fallen mirror on the ground of a tennis court, showing two sets of sneakered feet, with socks pulled up to mid-shin]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wear my socks that high like you, dork! Fix it!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, right--" &lt;small&gt;[one boy bends down to adjust his socks, but his hair is white, not brown...]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[static]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're actually pretty good at being a southpaw."&lt;br /&gt;"Whereas you need to practice more with your right hand, Niou-kun."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[long burst of static]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Hey, Yagyuu. I have an idea~"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......hn.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:screwperfect:2069</id>
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    <title>[Voice] 12/01/08</title>
    <published>2008-12-01T23:41:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T02:39:00Z</updated>
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    <category term="event: nightmare"/>
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    <content type="html">--Hey, Marui? You remember that-- &lt;small&gt;[spurt of static]&lt;/small&gt; --really big stick I mentioned before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you ever find one? 'Cause-- &lt;small&gt;[more static]&lt;/small&gt; --it'd be kinna useful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--What the hell &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc: not closed to Marui, by the way, if anyone else wants to say hi.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:screwperfect:1927</id>
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    <title>[Dream] 8/21/08</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T00:49:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T00:49:07Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;"The seal is almost complete. Soon nothing from this world will be able to interfere with us again. I just hope we make it to the escape ???, before we are trapped here as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ??? have became too powerful. We have to close off the world to prevent their escape. He is developing a ??? that will keep dreams locked inside the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The seal is almost complete. Soon nothing from this world will be able to interfere with us again. I just hope we make it to the escape ???, before we are trapped here as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ??? have became too powerful. We have to close off the world to prevent their escape. He is developing a ??? that will keep dreams locked inside the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The seal is almost complete. Soon nothing from this world will be able to interfere with us again. I just hope we make it to the escape ???, before we are trapped here as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ??? have became too powerful. We have to close off the world to prevent their escape. He is developing a ??? that will keep dreams locked inside the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The seal is..."&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Dream] 8/14/08</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T03:12:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T03:12:09Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Brought the car back to the village. Kind of dinged up in the front, but whatever, it still runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have no idea what the fuck is going on. There's a library in one part of the city, but most of the stuff I've read in there makes no fuckin' sense. But there's still like fifty billion books in there. &lt;small&gt;Place needs a catalog or something. And how did I end up stuck reading about crap in the library?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hey, tonight covers that card thing to get out of the city, right? That means we should go play in the desert tomorrow, Bun-chaaaan &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Payment: Box of Doom (2)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Dream] 08/13/08</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T03:30:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-14T03:30:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, apparently you pay for stuff in the shop by...sleeping? That ghost doesn't make any sense at all, but it was getting kinda dark out anyway, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need to go back and make sure that car we crashed still works right. It was only a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bump, it should be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Payment: Box of Doom (1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Dream] 08/02/08</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T22:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T22:40:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">...what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, what the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt;.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:screwperfect:641</id>
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    <title>[intro] Profile</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T22:13:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T22:13:36Z</updated>
    <category term="ooc"/>
    <category term="intro"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Character Name]&lt;/b&gt; Niou Masaharu [仁王雅治]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Canon]&lt;/b&gt; Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Age]&lt;/b&gt; 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Gender]&lt;/b&gt; Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Sexual Orientation]&lt;/b&gt; Whatever's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Eye Color]&lt;/b&gt; Brown or light blue. Reports vary. Let's go with blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Hair Color]&lt;/b&gt; Bleached white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Height]&lt;/b&gt; 175cm (~5'9")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Weight]&lt;/b&gt; 62kg (~136 lbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Bloodtype]&lt;/b&gt; AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Birthday]&lt;/b&gt; December 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Background]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niou is a member of RikkaiDai's middle school tennis team. Rikkai is basically one of the ultimate teams in the series: they won the Nationals the previous year, and they defeat pretty much every team that they play. Except for Seigaku, who totally weren't this good last year, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niou generally plays Doubles One with Yagyuu, though during the Nationals finals he played Singles Three. Either way, he's very very good. He's known as the "Trickster", because he likes to use mind games to throw his opponent off-balance. His preferred strategy involves pretending to be someone else -- when he and Yagyuu play doubles, they pretend to be each other, changing their physical appearance, personality, and techniques. At the Nationals finals he played against Fuji, and spent half of the match pretending to be Tezuka to screw with Fuji's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Personality]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niou is cocky, impertinent, laid-back, and michievous. He likes playing tricks on people, having fun, and doing things in rather unconventional ways. He's also perfectly willing to do things no one else dares to, from slapping Sanada to playing mind games with &lt;i&gt;Fuji&lt;/i&gt;, of all people. He's good enough at tennis to win without using his tricks, but he uses them anyway to shock his opponents, and because it's more fun for him that way. He's obviously very intelligent and observant -- he has to be, or he could never mimic people so well -- but this side of his personality is usually hidden by his tendency to be a bit of delinquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Specialties/Abilities]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very athletic and good at tennis. He's also one of the few characters in the series who can use Muga no Kyouchi, which would probably be considered magic if this wasn't a sports manga. Niou's version of it lets him use an illusion to turn himself into another person, and he uses it to mimic people even more thoroughly. He can also use the prediction ability of Muga, which can predict how many shots a volley will take before it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Affection]&lt;/b&gt; He's not terribly fond of affection. Hugging/Kissing and the like will be met with annoyance and "what the hell are you doing". Unless he likes you. A &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;. [Mun says: go ahead and do it, just don't expect him to like it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Fighting]&lt;/b&gt; He's pretty athletic for a normal human, and he has Muga, but he's still going to be getting his ass kicked in any fight with a superhuman. Plz to be gentle. [Mun says: starting fights is okay, but no maiming/killing without talking to me first.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Other Facts]&lt;/b&gt; Beware, for your sanity might break.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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