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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:32 am
I want to fight a girl. All females, provide yourselves, tut tut.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:32 am
lol I'll bite.
Though technically, I'm a guy irl.
But still, the character is female.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:14 am
Location :: 1950's Suburbs.
The monotone, cloned houses of the era. Small children play in the streets, their parents watching with smiles on their faces from the yards. Small shrubs, clean cut grasses. The people living in this suburb look like their houses; The same. Of course, what can one expect when I don't want to give much information?
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:23 am
The man drove in a car, gently following a turn through the town. He sped up out the end of the curve. A nice sunday drive it was. No one payed any attention to the driver. Had they, the normal day would have shattered. The movies of the era were based on this guy; a fear of the unknown.
No one here knew him, nor cared for him. No one cared for the arm he kept in his lap to avoid the stares, nor the eye he kept partially closed to avoid the screams. Neither did they care for the sword stuck between his legs.
What they did care about was the kid that ran in front of the car, and was run over. Screams shot out, breaking the laughter, and sending people running. Domon panicked, and opened the door, grabbing his sword as a reflex. The people saw him, and stopped running towards him. What they ssaw was a monster. A man, holding a katana blade in a black arm. An eye opened on the back of that black hand, blinking in the light. It opened almost in anger, before scrunching in an obvious rage.
A man ran up, holding a gardening hoe, and swung it into Domon's back.He didn't move as a result, even a it broke against him with the second swing. He closed his eyes for a moment, closing out the screams. " s**t... " He mumbled, before turning as the man ran away. He swung the still sheathed blade, the wood braking the man's arm as he ran, sending him to the ground.
Domon growled, before closing the car door, and walking forwards. HE needed to get somewhere, ******** te car.
[][ Kinda out of it. I need to get back into the combat groove. ][]
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:19 am
Cannily Couture lol I'll bite.
Though technically, I'm a guy irl.
But still, the character is female.
' YOU GO GIRL!!!!
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 7:13 am
((*finally reads the description*
The ********?! 1950s?! Oh well, I suppose ninja could still exist in these times. It just won't be Sima you're up against. Perhaps an old relative of hers though, since I plan on using some of the same techniques.))
Unbeknown to the black-armed katana wielder, he is being followed. Part of an age-old group known only as the Tengu clan stalks the strange man as he moves through the normally peaceful neighborhood, utilizing a ninjutsu known as Henge no Jutsu - The Transformation Technique, to disguise itself as one of the many suburban housewives that populate the area. She keeps her distance, but makes no real effort to hide herself aside from occasionally dipping behind a trash can, mailbox, or household wall as the man may look back to see if he's being followed.
She waits until the street branches out into a crossroads, a tiny island dividing the street they're on into another neighborhood road that leads out to a main street. It is here where she decides to reveal herself somewhat, forming a seal with her hand to raise moisture from the surrounding yards into the air and morph them into a thick mist. This is known as Kirigakure no Jutsu - The Mist Hiding Technique.
This mist would hopefully serve two purposes - 1) Halt the fleeing man, since the mist would make it difficult to determine his own whereabouts and 2) Dissuade any other civilians from stepping into harm's way. By now, it should already be public news that some madman ran over a child and took off into the streets. The foreboding fog should ensure that no one wanders too far from their home, lest they risk the chance of meeting the murderer that ran the child down.
With the mist employed, the kunoichi, still disguised as a housewife, begins the rest of her act.
"You monster. . .how dare you! She was so young, she had such a promising life ahead of her and you! You steal that away from her and run off like a coward! What kind of a man does that?!" Sobbing, the housewife falls to her knees after the accusation, but her demeanor would soon change from sorrow to threatening.
"Stand your ground and face your consequences like a REAL man." Her voice is downright demonic at this point and would surely invoke fear within normal men. What effect it had on the black-armed swordsman, however, remained to be seen.
((Alright, there you have it.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 8:41 pm
Domon sniffed, the world becoming hazy with the mist. He coughed lightly in the newly damp air. His sinuses cleared, that was for sure. Domon stopped, and lifted his leg up, looking at his shoe jokingly. Had he stepped in something to set this off? A trap? Some form of attack was sure to follow in the next moments. The true action of any warrior presented with a challenge followed. The clink of the blade unlocking from it's sheath, and the shearing sound as metal blade grazed over the lacquered wood. Any self respecting swordsman, a true master of his own art, would have done the same. Fools were the rest who assumed their mightiness would be in every aspect of their being. Domon knew, straight up, He couldn't fight worth s**t if he didn't have the blade, or the power of his arm. He was only fifty or so, the curse his power brought making him resilient to age. Wasting his talent on the blade however, proved useful.
He turned in the mist, stirring it up as the wetness hung close to his skin. He turned again, the rustle of a dress making a sound. A woman, one of the housewives, lay on her knees, and like all women, complained.
The swordsman's eyes screwed up, in a mixture of anger and confusion.
" Who, who had a life? Doesn't everyone? " Domon shook his head at this woman. She wouldn't have s**t to do with this mist, she was just dumb enough to step towards him. " and don't go callin' no one monsters. that pisses the real monsters off, see? " He said, before turning, and walking deeper into the mist. He sighed, exasperation leaking into his voice.
The woman then changed her tone, threatening him. Whatt in the world?! A b***h like this?
Domon turned back, and went back to where he stood a moment before. " Doll, you wouldn't know a real man if it cut yer ********' head off. " With that, Domon simply waved his blade, splitting the mist for a ways with the small wind shearing effect movement created. This gave him a better look at the chick. Nothing really unusual. He sneered, then. What could she do?
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