Samuru tilted his head to the side, arching an eyebrow in a bit of a 'seriously?' expression "No....They can't talk, Jae. They aren't alive...they're wood." Samuru caught hold of Pelleg as Jae gave him back, sensing she was uncomfortable with the large doll though he didn't know why. With a quick sign, he sent Pelleg back to his room and slid his hands together, holding them as Jae spoke "My opponent planned ahead...she defeated me honestly and I accept it without bitterness." he looked around, seeing Bellatrix actually and nearly waved but held back as he looked back at Jae "No, I mean...well...uhm..." he fumbled, not sure how to say he wanted her to stay without sounding weird. In the end, though "You can stay...I'd like you to...I don't know if I'll get another chance to fight....they might send me home. I have to go to Takumi again too...Peilli needs repairs...the other puppet..." he was back to being stammering and shy, the excitement of Jae being here now sliding off. He did want her to stay...
((Sorry for the long wait -3- ))
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Forgive me....I'm a little shocked you can think at all. I'll get over it....and then I'll get violent.
Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 7:22 pm
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Kirigakure | Jounin | Medical Ninja | Bukijutsu Class | Hojo Clan
To Live Life, One Must Accept the Principal's of Death... And The Path You Will Take to Live Life.
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Flou looked to Black and gave him a stare down, almost in a way to make the boy feel a bit uneasy, but as Black spoke, Flou closed his eyes once he was done and took a deep breath than a sigh, the aura would not lie, no hostility was connected to Black... "I'm glad..." Flou was happy this was not an accident, at least, this time. "It served it's purpose to keep me away, cause I'm sure you aren't adapted to working against a blade." Flou said then raised an eyebrow to Black, what he said sound vaguely familiar... 'I am against killing unless needed' Those were the words of a young Flou from a year ago, one who'd fight enemies and let himself get the s**t kicked out of him just so he could try his daft idea of talking down a thief or rogue.
"My pants were burned in the back. I wanted no evidence."Flou said relaxing and letting his muscles slowly relax. "But enough with that talk of pants, and jutsu... I feel we may have a lot in common, as crazy as that may sound."Flou smiled and glanced over his shoulder to Mak and his vision slimmed, then he looked back to Black. Flou was rather poisonous now a days to people sometimes... even despite his up-toned personality... well, Flou had a past that would let any other stray to a life indulged into poison. "Maybe we could talk or something after your next fight? Round two should be starting soon right?"
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Mak shrugged aside Flou's comment. The two had separate views on morality as well as the concept of killing. Flou found it distasteful, doing it only when his or his friends lives were in the line of fire. Mak, on the other hand, was much more callous to the world. He had killed many men, and as a result, his heart had become hardened to the act. Many men who crossed him had never lived to tell about it, Shinobuki could testify...if he could still breath that was. Mak pushed off the wall, following Flou as he confronted the man they had faced in the arena. Some part of him was expecting Flou to draw his blade and cleave the man's head from his shoulders right there. It surely would have been a sight to see, but alas all the Shinobi did was talk. When Black responded, Mak could only grimace at his words. When he went about and asked how Flou's bowels were doing before blatantly pointing at his pants, that was the last straw.
This guy's every breath was an insult to his honor, and it was time he rectified that. His hand shot back to the sword he carried on his back, drawing it and holding it in front of his body in one swift motion. He had been standing behind Flou and off to his right while the exchange happened. Even though the Mist Shinobi would not see the drawing off the sword, the mere familiarity of the sound would alert him to what Mak had done"Out of the way Flou! I'm taking this guy down right here!" He yelled out. Flou was the only man alive who had seen Mak at his best and walked away. There would be little doubt in the man's mind that he was capable off it, but in his rage, Mak was just as likely to flash freeze everyone in the room as he was to kill solely Black. Despite his maturing in the past few years, deep inside Mak was that same hot-headed boy that Flou had met so long ago. Fights like this proved both just how much, and how little, had changed.
Hearing shouting, Samuru turned to frown, seeing three contestants apparently about to go at it. At least one of them was, a dark haired bukijutsu user from the sword he'd drawn. He kind of wished he hadn't sent Pelleg back "...I don't think this is going to end well...." he said softly, his hands tightening as he waited to see what was going to happen. It probably wasn't going to go well...that's for sure "HEY!" Samuru's shout was sudden and odd for a usually quiet person "There's no fighting in the waiting area!" the shout was directed at the group of men. He wasn't just against the fighting...Despite Jae being a rank higher then him, he didn't want her to get stuck or involved in a fight here.
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Forgive me....I'm a little shocked you can think at all. I'll get over it....and then I'll get violent.
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Flou looked to Mak as he pulled out his blade. Flou looked back and turned to Mak and with swift movement, placed his hand onto the back of Maks hand, keeping half the blade in the sheathe so he couldn't swing without any serious action. "No you are not Mak." Flou looked into Maks eyes with a sense of sternness, there was a ton of things Flou could say that could sens the situation overboard, or bring it down to calmness. "You had your chance Mak, and just like myself, you stepped out of the arena. You could have continued fine, but you stopped. No need to bring up a coffin that has already been buried." Flou said to Mak, then looked over seeing the other boy, a Leaf Headband on his head. "There will be no fighting, I promise you." Flou slowly let go fo the pressure he was putting on Mak's hand and slowly stepped in between him and Black, Flou however was slowing his breathing, to the pace of Mak, trying to calm him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:02 pm
Kin Tsuneo Prodigy of the Jiongu ►Chuunin--►Ninjutsu/Bloodline--►Sunagakure
"Yeah, it's not the most ideal place to try and talk to it here, encase something happens, however, there's nothing else to do. Just take your time or piss it off. Making it mad might get you a response." He turned around to see what all the commotion was going on behind him. "Those Mist ninja." He shook his head and turned back to Ken.
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[ooc : I love you. It's okay. You could slap me around and I would be okay with it. >;] ]
It was reassuring to hear that they could not talk. Puppets. Another thing that the world of shinobi did that made her re think the evolution of humanity. Samuru then began speaking about his opponent and match. Following his line of sight Jae noticed the girl. Raven haired and wild looking. She had an aura that was as dark as Samuru's sister. "Ooohhh. She looks spicy." Was Jae's simple comment. The universe had Jae's gender mixed up at birth. Sometimes she doubted she would ever make someone a suitable match. Samuru moved through his next sentence slowly. He wanted her to stay? That same fuzzy feeling washed over her, Jae pausing to acknowledge it but brush it off as quickly as she had the time before. It was natural to felt 'wanted' when a friend wanted you to stick around. Hell. They had spent a good year in each other's company licking their respective wounds together. A deep sense of comradery was normal. Right?"Alright. I'll stick around but maybe I should wait for you here while you go and come back from Takumi. I'm thinking of snooping around while I'm here. Bet there are plenty of things to d-." Her words were lost in the next instant. Someone's bold declaration of a battle distracted her, easily.
Eyes sparkling up at the prospects of witnessing something overly dramatic she was left in utter shock in the next instance when Samuru suddenly followed up his observative comment with a shouting statement of the rules. Mouth dropping open slightly she looked up at her friend. Since when was he so mature? Well...maybe he had always been but she had never noticed it before and certainly not in a public setting. That was twice in the past five minuets that he had made a remark that showed such changes. Suddenly she felt a little out of the loop... Composing herself before he noticed her shock she made a typical Jae remark. "Aww. It would have been fun to see." Looking to the Mist shinobi who had assured Samuru that there would be no fighting she coaxed an eyebrow. "You so sure? Promises are meant to be broken." Yes. By no means was Jae a lover. She was the instigator type. Then again a fight was probably not in anyone's best interest. It might disrupt the proceeding matches and it would directly effect Samuru. She knew her friend was looking forward to another chance. "Maybe you and your buddy should get out of here." Jae suggested, crossing her arms and trying to reign in her insinuation from before.
Samuru blinked. Spicy? He looked back over at Bellatrix, remembering the bare minimum chatter, lack of expression and nearly empty battle they'd had. Spicy was not the word he'd choose and he said so, with his typical blankness "You're spicy, Jae. She's.....icy." he said, meaning personality wise. Despite having matured some what over the last year, Samuru still had little care for the physical aspects of the other or his own sex. He didn't find it appealing....yet. Looking at the man who'd replied, Samuru kept his expression carefully blank, subsiding back into his quieter demeanor "I can't leave for Takumi yet....I have to see if they need me to fight again...and....I want to stick with you, Jae." if she was going exploring, so was he. He'd come straight here from the gates, bypassing everything. Samuru was just as curious about this place as Jae, a trait he'd picked up from her. Curiosity. As for fun and fighting..."Jae....did you still want to spar?" he asked, wondering if he could get some physical training in. And work on his puppetry as well.
((Now now....don't tempt me, Digi ;3 ))
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Forgive me....I'm a little shocked you can think at all. I'll get over it....and then I'll get violent.
Snorting aloud, she tried not to laugh. Spicy? She was spicy? Go figure. She had heard many things but she had never heard that applied to her. "Oh really?" Shaking her head, she stopped and then tilted it a small degree. "If you get called to fight you will be one puppet down. Isn't that risky?" Well. He had both and he had lost. Maybe not. Learning how to master just one was probably better than going in with half assed knowledge of two. His second reasoning for sticking around caused her to freeze up again. Staring up at him with her azure gaze she blinked repeatedly. Again? The words were just words and said out of anyone else's mouth she would have just moved along but Samuru saying that line seemed to imbalance her. Laughing half heartedly she moved to stand beside him and patted him on the back roughly a few times. "I sure do. I need to show you something really cool. It might help you for your next match." She had yet to tell him she had successfully become a Bird sage. She was excited to do so but the coolest way to do it would be to show him versus telling him.
Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 9:32 pm
BlackRanton ❝ Rise to power not to do for one's self, but to do for those who respect and those of the ones you respect....❞
Black looked up at the swordsman as he stared him down in a bit of a menacing manner. A little tilt to the head and smile emerged as his kind aura emitted, and the tension loosened from the deep sigh.'' Heh, I didn't know what I was up against; so I took no chances. Though with the blade thing, I am a bit familiar of. Haha.''Once he heard the man state he burned and left no evidence of his pants destruction, Black would give a relieved sigh with his three little red brothers mimicking.'' Oh? What do you mean? Well, I guess in terms of peaceful auras and nature. Heheh.'' With his little brother Rin rubbing the side of his scalp as if a substitution for his own hand he would notice the slim stare he gave the other opponent behind him that was also apart of their skirmish.
Watching the man behind him for a moment, Black's attention would be grabbed yet again by the shinobi named Flou as he asked to speak after his next fight.'' A second round? I have to fight? Well sure I don't mind, haha.'' Black would then notice Mak behind the shinobi arrive closely behind Flou; his eyes would tense and stretch slightly as he noticed the tension rising and the shinobi grabbing at his blade. Quickly and swiftly, Black would grasp the hilt of his zweihander that was attached to his back as his panda brothers scurried down his leg and got to a small distance circling them. Black's stance was crouched a bit with a good angle to it just so he could quickly decapitate a foe if needed. The sounds of yelling would hit him as he heard another contestant shout before them.'' I didn't intend to, though if he leaves me no choice it can not be help.'' Black would notice that the swordsman he had just been speaking with was already in the ready to halt his actions as well, though it did not lighten up his guard. His eyes would glare a gentle yet dagger like stare into the shinobi Mak's nose.'' What is your reason for killing..?''
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What he's wearing: What's in the picture with a belt buckle sporting his village icon, along with black and grey pants with grey threads hinging up his Nekomata Mask
Summons out, Jutsu Used and or Learned Rin, Tin and Jin: Rin, Tin and Jin are young red panda, they are small but quite useful for varieties of combat. They get tired easily and can only be on the field for five posts, but their speed and power more than makes up for their limited use. They are faster than the larger bears and can match an Anbus speed easily, they are also excellent trackers for use in any situation.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Samuru shrugged "I'm a puppeteer second..." was all he replied, implying he had more then he showed. Jae would know but he didn't want to tell anyone who might be listening. He broke into a smile, small but happy, as Jae agreed to spar with him "Ok." Looking over to the group again, seeing it hadn't defused...he wondered if a fight was still going to break out. If it did...subconsciously, he shifted his larger frame just a bit to cover Jae's if they all got pulled into this. It wasn't much and he didn't do it on purpose, just turned so he was parallel to her, not directly beside her "Where do you want to go...?" Samuru reached back and rubbed his back, feeling a little sore from where Jae had hit him, a little more rough then he was used to. He'd gotten his butt kicked, verbally, by Jae more then enough times and been kicked accidentally a few times too. The option to wait around, watching idiots fight for stupid pride, or go spar with Jae....the obvious was pretty damn obvious. Jae.
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Forgive me....I'm a little shocked you can think at all. I'll get over it....and then I'll get violent.
As he drew his blade he felt a hand on top of his, pushing down and keeping him from fully drawing his blade. He sucked his teeth, annoyed at Flou's insistent reluctance to take a life. It made him a weaker shinobi then Mak, and if his own beliefs were true, it would cause his death one of these days. The Mist Shinobi jumped back, finally fully drawn as he stared down Black Ranton. This guy was a joke, and not a particularly good one either "I could murder you right here, no problem" He said, swinging his sword slowly as he spoke so that the tip pointed right at the man. He kept all the guy's pets in view, in front of him, making note which one's to kill first if they attacked. Their primary purpose seemed to be track, and as such their overall attack power would be pitiful, especially considering their diminutive size "However, it seem's that is not in the cards today" At that, he spun the blade once before sliding into it's sheath behind his back. At the other man's words, Mak started to grin, slowly breaking out into full blown fits of laughter. Still chuckling as he spoke he held a hand to his forehead to steady himself "Why do I need a reason? I don't like you, and seeing you bleed out on the ground would brighten my day. To put it flatly..." He said completely sobering up, giving Black a look that would chill anyone, even if being a Shinsetsu had nothing to do with it "...your existence...annoys me"
The room had filled up rather quickly, she however, had molded her large paper sabertooth tiger into a small daybed. Having curled herself up in her small corner and rested. No not sleeping, simply resting. Still running simulations before realizing there was someone she actually recognized. The blue haired man that got in her way when she was sent to retrieve a small child. Bothersome, and overly cheerful, two traits she wasn't very fond of for herself. But it fit him just fine, it always seemed like his facial structure was perfectly contorted to accommodate a smile. Nothing important seemed to occur, mostly bitter losers and people with temperamental issues. The saddest part was that she was apparently from the same village as this murderous neanderthal. "I am fairly certain that your idiotic want to kill someone during an examination has annoyed every single participant present. If you cannot control your actions properly, then dismiss yourself. It is really that simple. Your whining is throwing off my calculations." She was sitting up on the small paper bed with her legs crossed by now. Staring directly at the black haired Shinsetsu from across the room. Small things like this didn't scare her, it actually took quite a bit for her to be startled. Her first confrontation with Sypher's brother was one of those times, she hadn't experienced anything relatively close to that ever since.
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iBromantic
Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 12:06 am
Michael the sexy king
Ergo War
Ken of the Long Knives
Sunagakure's Butcher
Chakra: 295/295 Stamina: 325/325
"Yes, and if they're not careful they're gonna either end up killing each other or have someone do it for them, also their from the Cloud Village, or at least one of them is..." he said looking around for either those in charge of the exams this year.
"I'd recommend both of you get your act straight and fight out whatever issues you two have after all this is over." he said looking at both the ninjas, one from the Cloud village the other from the village in the Mist.
Turning over to look the the young girl, he couldn't help but crack a grin. She thought she was important, how funny. Still, she had a point. This was neither the time nor place to do this. The only action he had accomplished with any significance was giving everyone in this room a bad impression of himself. With one more moment of that cold look, everyone in the room would probably be surprised as he dropped to his knee's bowing "I am sorry! Please forgive me, I don't know what came over myself!" He said, showing humility in exchange for forgiveness. Just as quickly as he got down, he stood back up, poking Flou in the face in mock anger and annoyance "Hey, what's the deal buddy boy? You're supposed to knock my butt out when I'm being an a**hole, remember?" Then, finishing his sentence, his bust out laughing and slapped his friend on the back while rubbing the back of his head "Not that you could anymore ya old man!" Honestly, Flou wasn't much more older then Mak, but it was just one of the things he liked to pick on him about
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