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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 4:16 pm
“This chapter is ending... Medical Ninja Garou Standing perfectly still while listening to the sounds around him Garou watched the events around him unfolding like a movie that was being played for the first time, around him was the smell of death and darkness that was committed awhile back when he covered the place in a massive mist only to be countered by what only one person could describe as a bombshell. looking around him everyone seemed to be busy with whatever they wanted to do like training and talking on certain topics, nodding he remained where he was ready for the leaders ahead of him. but the story never ends.”
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 7:00 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji found he was still in a foul mood thanks to his obnoxious shadow clone. This, coupled with his sudden jump in chakra levels due to the reabsorption of said obnoxious clone made for a very uppity Sound-nin.
He noticed that intruder punk from earlier, seemingly wandering around aimlessly without the Yang shinobi around to escort him to wherever they were headed. Shuniji scoffed. For being so high-and-mighty, they sure were lax about their prisoners. He hadn’t seen a single Uchiha since the blackout. Shuniji could only imagine what the Otokage had planned for them after that little display.
…
Just because he could imagine didn’t really mean he wanted to.
Shuniji rolled his shoulders and went back to training, being sure to send one more glare in the twerp’s direction. He hadn’t been ordered to kill the brat, but the Otokage apparently hadn’t bothered to spirit him away either, so Shuniji simply decided to leave him to his own devices. If he were to stray too far, Shuniji’s Kakoai could locate him in seconds.
Besides, Shuniji knew himself well enough to know that if he did anything drastic while experiencing this adrenaline rush, there’d be a lot of collateral damage. Even if they weren’t around, Shuniji didn’t want to get on the Uchihas’ collective bad side.
Shuniji opted for more training. He didn’t want to bother pirouetting his clone into the center of the earth again, so instead decided strength training was in order—specifically controlling it.
Already since absorbing that first Immortal, Shuniji’s strength had caused him to go through far too many articles of clothing, eating utensils and doors. Shuniji hadn’t been able to enjoy a juice box in months.
It wasn’t as though he was weak before all of these shenanigans transpired, but he was certainly used to requiring more force when it came to maneuvering through the landfill that was his apartment. It would be nice if Shuniji could save at least one snowglobe.
Spurred on by his love of knick-knacks, Shuniji took back what he had earlier decided against using the trees for training. He was now blasting through those things like a lumberjack with a grudge against nature. Granted, he wasn’t trying to reduce the forest to playground woodchips, the opposite in fact. Shuniji was pulling his punches in an attempt to properly gauge how much force would do how much damage. So far his calculations concluded that he was pretty horrible at this “restraint” s**t.
Right when Shuniji believed he was starting to suck less at not deforesting the landscape, he unexpectedly plowed straight through a tree that was apparently more brittle than it looked. This wouldn’t have been a problem, considering this was around the fifth time this had happened in less than two hours, except as it so happened, Seika was right on the other side of this tree.
“Whoa s**t—HEADS!!”
482/1,000 words trained towards Technique Improvement: Rank Up for Chakra-Enhanced Strength Mood: Surprised
Status: "Training"
Thoughts: "Crap!!"  A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:38 pm
 ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁  (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
If Seika was good at anything, it was ignoring others. Her headphones gave her an advantage with that. Though it's not like noise really bothered her...she was just a bit irritable. She was in pain but it was easily masked with her normal pissed off attitude.
She stared hard into the water, her reflection showed nothing but a tired and sad existence. However, there was determination and fury within it's eyes. But through it all, there was a glint of hope. It was small...but it was there non the less. Seika was still herself.
A small droplet of water kissed the bare part of Seika's back and sent chills up her spine. She was now aware that she was, in fact, slacking off again. As if on cue, her hand shot into the water, disfiguring her reflection once more. She did it on purpose though.
Seika glared down into the water and tried her best to calm herself. It was hard to concentrate with so many distractions. She could hear Shuniji bickering with himself about something but she tried her best to tune him out, like any smart person would. Of course it wouldn't work, for he was being a bit too loud.
IF THOSE TWO WOULD JUST SHUT. THE ********. UP.
AGH! Alas...she couldn't tune him out. Shun was her buddy and all...but holy ********. He knew how to be distracting. After a few moments of restrained rage, she heaved a high and relaxed her shoulders a bit. The water that surrounded her hand was cold and uncomfortable.
Seika was persistent. Sort of like Shuniji when he decided to troll the crap out of you. Most instances ended in suicide. Luckily Seika had the patience of a saint when it came to dealing with Shuniji. Only because of two words. "Face rape".
Once again the water began to rise and form a small orb on her command. It seemed to be easier each time she did this. Though she was a bit disappointed, it should have only taken one try. Non the less it was progress. The corners of Seika's lips curled into a light smile as she gazed at her small immature water prison. That was...until the perfect immature water prison exploded in her face.
Shuniji had startled her when he started to pound on the tree next to her. Thus...here she was, drenched to the bone and deeply upset. She didn't say anything to him, though....not a single word. Seika was the type that would lie and wait....then she'd get you when you least expected it. Chances are that she'd probably forget about it.
Once again, she bit her lip and turned her attention towards the now smaller puddle of water she had been crouched over. Ugh....she felt nauseous again...maybe she'd feel better if she rested?
Just as Seika was pondering around with her future plans, SUDDENLY SHUNIJI HAPPENED. He came crashing through the tree next to her with the fist of a thousand stars.
Seika shot up and let out a startled squeak. She reflexively put her hands out in front of her face. Water shot out from her sleeves and quickly wrapped around Shuniji's upper body until it formed a nice looking orb around his head. It seems she got a bit too riled up from the scare Shuniji had put on her.
She would have fallen backwards, had her hand not been stuck in the orb as well. Her thoughts? 'OH SHHHIIIIIITTTT, s**t, s**t!'
Seika had effectively shut Shuniji Fuku up.
"S-SHUNIJI! I'M SO SORRY- IF I COULD JUST...." Would it be bad if she told him that she had NO clue how to free him?
Water release:: Water Prison - C rank. 415+ 626 = 1041/1000 - COMPLETE!
MƠƠƊ: PMS Nausea..
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Birthday Massacre - Kill the Lights
Side note: I'm so dead....I'M SO DEAD!! ;-;
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:09 am
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji… wasn’t entirely sure what just happened. First he was hurtling towards Seika at the speed of “HOLY s**t,” and the next thing he knew, he was tumbling gracelessly across the ground, seemingly hitting every crater along the way. Sure, the tumbling he expected. The sudden pull on his head and loss of vision was completely out-of-the-blue.
As it turned out, Shuniji had quite literally stumbled into Seika’s training session. A water prison jutsu was firmly secured over just his head like a fishbowl while his hair floated up around his face in a rainbow-streaked cloud.
Shuniji stood up. His attempts at registering what the ******** just happened effectively delayed his inevitable rage. He gurgled something to Seika about taking her hand off the orb and letting him out of the goddamn jutsu when he noticed something was hanging off his neck and tugging at his new headgear awkwardly.
Seika managed to get herself stuck to Shuniji’s head.
“Grubleglub…” ’Well, s**t.’
He heard Seika’s frantic rambling faintly through the water prison. From what he could tell, Seika’s hand was tangled up in the rat’s nest the water had made of his hair. Therefore she couldn’t remove her hand from the orb and cancel the jutsu.
Shuniji tried to keep calm. The obvious solution was to simply help pull Seika’s hand free. He’d had his hair pulled enough times to be okay with losing a few strands for the greater good. What was causing Shuniji’s anxiety was that he’d just made a big show of being completely unable to control his strength. He’d never admit it outright, but he’d be really upset if he managed to accidentally tear Seika’s arms off!
Still… it wasn’t really like they had a choice. It seemed Seika couldn’t even wrench her hand far enough away to cancel the jutsu, much less pull out of Shuniji’s thick hair.
Despite being unable to talk, Shuniji made gestures with his arms meant to placate Seika enough to get her to stop flailing. As gently as possible, Shuniji gripped Seika’s wrist with one hand. He wasn’t about to try two just yet.
There were several minutes that passed that consisted solely of Shuniji trying not to break Seika’s wrist. He was succeeding in that department stunningly, but was making absolutely no headway on the head-trapped-in-a-ball-of-water thing.
Bubbles erupted from his mouth as he sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. His grip tightened with bruising force for a moment, but he backed off once he realized what he was doing, glubbing something that could have been either an apology or a noise of frustration.
Shuniji could have kicked himself for bringing up not wanting to train with Seika, as well as snow globes. He knew he was cursed, but this was just silly.
Shuniji finally brought both hands up to Seika’s arm. One stabilized her wrist just above where her hand was trapped in the orb, while the other clutched her bicep for the sake of stability. Even with his face obscured by his hair, it was obvious Shuniji was putting a lot of effort into not breaking anything, and was so far succeeding. Regardless, Seika would likely have hand-shaped bruises appear beneath her sleeves later on.
Shuniji pulled carefully.
544 + 482 = 1,026/1,000 words; Chakra-Enhanced Strength raised to A-rank Mood: Apprehensive
Status: Learning self-control
Thoughts: "Pleasedon'tbreakpleasedon'tbreakpleasedon'tbreak..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 11:54 am
ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁ (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
It would have been stupid to think that Shuniji knew everything, though at the moment Seika would like to think so. They were stuck for what seemed like hours with no progress in this slightly awkward situation. Seika didn't make any suggestions, much less speak at all. She didn't feel like loosing her arms because Shuniji was being frustrated by her remarks. No...she knew better.
A few of the tries made her wince a bit. He was gripping a bit harder than the last. She could tell he was getting frustrated. Seika wiggled her fingers that were tangled with his hair a bit and tried her best to relax.
Shuniji should get a goddamn hair cut. It wasn't entirely his fault though, he was minding his own business, training like a boss. Seika...? She was just everywhere today, not being able to focus on anything. This situation could have been avoided if she had been more aware, right?
....He still needed a ******** hair cut, damn Hippie. Yeah, that.
However, Shuniji's last attempt was much more successful. As he pulled, Seika's hand slowly slipped out of the small prison. As her hand left, the water collapsed and was rendered harmless. He was completely free.
Seika made a relieved sigh as she dangled only inches above the ground. "I'm sorry, Shun..." She spoke quietly, a little embarrassed that she got them both in this predicament. She waited for Shuniji to drop her or something so they could forget about this.
MƠƠƊ: PMS Embarrassed
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Transparent - Porcelain and the Tramps
Side note: Totally his fault.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 2:23 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
The water fell from Shuniji’s head with a splash that soaked his jacket and dripped down his pants. The latter of which were at least waterproof. Shuniji had long since given up trying to preserve his jackets. Nowadays he just hoped that they would burn up quickly.
Shuniji unceremoniously plucked long, wet tendrils of hair from his eyes. Gathering them all into his hands, he gave his hair a good wringing out. He didn’t even bother saying anything to Seika. He just stared down at her and seethed in her general direction.
Realizing they wouldn’t get much done if they continued to stand around, pondering an awkward occurrence, Shuniji clucked his tongue and turned away from Seika.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” he spoke carefully, obviously talking while still in the process of thinking.
A smile spread out across Shuniji’s lips. Thinking complete.
“Let’s play a game… Storm Release: Thunder Cloud Inner Wave.”
The water running down Shuniji’s torso from his impromptu shower gently rose off his body like steam. It slowly darkened until Shuniji appeared to be wearing a feather boa made of storm clouds. It crackled with sparks. Shuniji appeared to be putting a lot of effort into maintaining the jutsu, despite its relatively small scale, but he was visibly pleased, nonetheless.
“…That’s not the name of the game, though. The game is actually called ‘tug-of-war’.”
That was probably meant to sound more ominous than it did. Shuniji shrugged it off and pretended to stroke his cumulonimbus neckwear.
“Anyway, what I’m suggesting is that you try and steal the water from my jutsu. I don’t really care what you do with it. I just want to practice maintaining this jutsu. Since you seem so intent on playing with water today, I figure combining our efforts is the least we can do.”
It felt like there was a threat in that statement. What exactly the threat was, however, was questionable. Regardless, Shuniji was obviously intent on Seika helping him train.
The clouds sparked again for effect. The practical answer was that Shuniji was in possession of a very useful jutsu that required a lot of skill to control, let alone utilize in battle. The accurate answer was that Shuniji didn’t want to train alone.
It was either this or the clones.
382/1,000 words trained towards Technique Improvement: 1/2 Chakra Requirement for Storm Release: Thunder Cloud Inner Wave Mood: Coquettish
Status: Back to training
Thoughts: "...Please?" A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 3:21 pm
ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁ (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
The awkward situation came and went like one of her phases and now she was just pissed off. Seika gave Shuniji a dead-panned stare at the mention of games and just...training together. She remembered last time this happened. She ALWAYS became the target of somebody else's anger because of HIM!! Tsukiko was a fine example. Though that wasn't training...and she figured Tsukiko was stupid for thinking Seika of all people had the capability to blow up Ichi's arm. Though this time nobody was around to get caught in their shenanigans....so she guessed it was okay to "Play" with Shuniji.
Brb face protector.
Seika raised a brow as Shuniji explained the "rules" of the game. It was simple...but she decided to make a small groan in complaint just because she knew something would probably go horribly wrong, even though what they were doing now seemed completely harmless.
"Alright. Fine...I'll bite." She responded with another groan and threw her shoulders back for the extra effect.
Her gaze then lightened up a bit as she inspected his incredibly cheesy looking jutsu. Seika must be the only one in the world that took this guy seriously. It would have been fine if he didn't make it look like a chick's accessory....with the ability to BBQ the ******** out of you.
Her eye twitched as she shrugged the thought off. Now it was time for her to focus. Seika brought her fingers together, just above her lips and closed one eye. She knew the Idea was to make herself a magnet to the water or...moisture within the electric clouds. That's exactly what she was trying to do. Though it wasn't an easy task, calling the moisture out of his jutsu to make something of her own. 'Cause he was fighting to keep his jutsu intact.
Maybe she could make him loose focus and laugh...but when did Shuniji ever laugh at anything Seika said?
Seika tried her best to pull the moisture out of his jutsu and form something but it was weak effort...she didn't even know what she wanted to make or do...she just wanted to steal it from him. If she had something in mind, then maybe she could focus on that, thus make this game of tug- o-war a bit more interesting. She'll figure it out though.
Water clone Jutsu - C rank:: 395/1000
MƠƠƊ: PMS Anxious
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Violence fetish - Disturbed
Side note: ******** you and your games. >:l
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 3:44 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Seika obviously wasn’t a fan of Shuniji’s game. Shuniji laughed and braced himself. It was cute how she so readily realized she had no choice in the matter. This was why they made such a great team.
Shuniji could only c**k his head to the side and smirk at Seika in his usual, cocky way. It bothered him that he had no idea what she was planning and it bothered him more that he was having trouble maintaining his own jutsu.
It wasn’t just that he didn’t have the storm release bloodline, or that he wasn’t naturally predisposed to water chakra. It was like the chakra was literally fighting against him. It made his chest hurt. Still, he held his s**t-eating grin firmly in place with the experience granted by nearly two decades of practice. There was no sense in showing Seika how ticked off he really was. She probably already felt it anyway. As much as Shuniji liked making mountains out of molehills, this was hardly the time or the place.
Hell, they were essentially in an abandoned village, considering most of its inhabitants still hadn’t returned from… wherever the Otokage had sent them. Shuniji figured this would at least make finding something to eat significantly more affordable, even if the silence did bother him.
Seika still wasn’t doing anything. True, it had only been a couple minutes, and Shuniji was used to waiting around for things to happen, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it in the least. His clouds crackled anxiously. Part of him thought he should have kept the sparks down so the lightning would have taken Seika by surprise later. Already there was one more reason to put more effort into learning to control this jutsu. Nobody suspects the raincloud.
“Any day, now,” Shuniji muttered. He was here to train, not participate in a staring contest. Shuniji may have been stronger than Seika, but he knew he couldn’t beat her in a stare-off. She was simply the best there was.
335 + 382 = 717/1,000 words trained towards Technique Improvement: 1/2 Chakra Requirement for Storm Release: Thunder Cloud Inner Wave Mood: Impatient
Status: Back to training
Thoughts: "Hyuga have eyes less blank than Seika..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 4:54 pm
ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁ (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
Seika, if anything....was relitavley good at keeping her composure, even when somebody was spitting in her face. Shuniji was no exception either, he pissed her off quite often. So she was able to forgive his impatience. Wait a second...THAT WAS IT! She'd use his lack of patience against him, get him worked up maybe. Seika was very good at playing mind games. It was easy to get somebody like Shuniji riled up. Yes...she'd turn this game around on him. She let Shun wait for about two more minutes before responding. Suddenly...her lips curled into a taunting smile that threatened to split her face in half. Seika knew exactly what she wanted to do. It was all about waiting for the right moment. Then it started! There was a strong pull against Shuniji's jutsu she put on the impression that she was giving it her all at trying to take the moisture out of his jutsu. However, Seika also used the moisture within the air to from a small life sized face. It had the most hidious and taunting grin as well. She was trying to trick him into thinking she was actually winning at this game of tug-o-war, by using the elements around her. Seika was cheating. Only she wasn't being obvious. She made sure to make it look like she was putting in a great amount of effort at pulling his jutsu apart, which she was... "Problem, Shun-kun?" Seika spoke with a sly look on her face. She was teasing him, rubbing it in his face. Maybe he'd get worked up and loose his focus. There was no doubt that she'd get some sort of reaction out of him. Seika was just playing with him now, messing with his mind. Weather he'd take the bait was entirely on him. She hoped so. Water clone Jutsu - C rank:: 395 + 307 = 702/1000
MƠƠƊ: PMS Anxious
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Violence fetish - Disturbed
Side note: Trololololol
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 5:20 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji was going to kill Seika. It was just like that twerpy b***h to exploit his pet peeves against him. That was just unfair.
…Though to Shuniji’s advantage, pretty much everything seemed to qualify as a pet peeve to Seika in some form or another. It was just a matter of choosing one area of irritation and milking it for all it was worth. Seika had seemingly built up a resistance to Shuniji’s usual antics recently as well.
Shuniji’s gaze dropped to a threatening deadpan at Seika’s weird genjutsu nonsense. He’d learned Kai for almost this exact reason, though he was too busy keeping a hold on his clouds to do anything about the offending trollface.
…Shuniji decided this was the weirdest out-of-context situation he’d been in since he first met Virus… not that it made much sense in context.
Shuniji also decided to never do drugs.
“Hey, Seika. Do you remember how I blasted Ichi’s arm off?” Shuniji went from aloof to smarmy in a nanosecond. “It kinda went like this.”
Shuniji flicked a finger in Seika’s direction and lightning sparked through the water particles she’d been pulling towards herself. Just because Shuniji was supposed to be resistance training didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun with it. The best defense was a good offense after all.
His sparks weren’t meant to actually do any damage though. Throughout all of the training he’d put into this jutsu, he could control the voltage with relative ease. Hell, considering his chakra nature (and just nature in general), zapping people with varying degrees of irritation was probably the only easy part of the jutsu. It was unsurprising that putting Thunder Cloud Inner Wave in the mindset of using it to piss people off made it several times easier to control. Seika’s trollface was an inspiration.
He only grinned wider at his flashy little sparks. “Oh, by the way. You win.”
Shuniji canceled his jutsu in Seika’s (troll)face.
324 + 717 = 1,041/1,000 words; Storm Release: Thunder Cloud Inner Wave chakra requirement reduced. Mood: Smug
Status: "Training"
Thoughts: "U mad?" A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 11:08 pm
ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁ (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
Just when Seika thought she could get over on Shuniji, he pulled a cheap but effective stunt. The bolt had spooked her, causing the water troll-face to collapse into yet another harmless mass of water....soon to be absorbed into the ground. Seika was a combination of sad and angry. What was more...he let her win after that?! This wasn't right. Shuniji didn't let her win at anything. Ever. She played along though.
"Waah~? You're no fun!" Seika pouted as if she were actually hurt by his decision to allow her to win.
No less than three seconds later she shrugged it off like it was nothing. If Shun were really mad, he'd actually hurt her. She knew this all to well. So she wasn't worried...too much.
Seika relaxed her posture and winked while sticking her tongue out in Shuniji's general direction. Probably one of the most immature things she had ever done in this past week. Though it was probably the most harmless of the bunch...
It was good though...Shuniji seemed to have distracted her enough to forget about the horrendous pain she felt in her torso area.
She pulled her gaze back down to the small puddle of water she had made earlier and raised a brow at it. Maybe she could salvage something from that small mass of water. With only one thought in mind, she raised her hand to her mask, where her lips would be and made a single hand sign.
Slowly...the water began to rise and take the form of herself. Of course...she was making a water clone. Learning this was more convenient for her.
"Hey, Shuniji..." She spoke lightly. Just because her back was turned, didn't mean she was ignoring him.
"Neko-chan told me that Ichi-f**'s "lover" thinks that I was the one that blew his arm up, she has sworn vengeance on me." There was a small pause before she turned on her heel towards her partner and gave him a nod.
"Her name is Tsukiko Inuzuka. I thought you should be the one to correct her on that accusation." It's not that Seika was trying to get him riled up. She just hated taking the credit from somebody else and that certain somebody would be VERY ANGRY if she let it slide.
Why did it have to be Shuniji? Because he was one bad a** mother ******** and she knew without a doubt that he would correct her false accusation.
Water clone Jutsu - C rank:: 702 + 414 = 1116/1000 Complete!
MƠƠƊ: PMS Anxious
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Stranger than Fiction - Five finger Death punch
Side note: Why hello there, Mr Buzzkillington~!
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 1:50 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji smirked easily as Seika pulled away from him and the water splashed in the air, sparkling harmlessly. His smile fell as Seika started speaking seriously. She couldn’t see him with her back turned like that, but he raised an eyebrow to show he was listening anyway. Seika could probably feel him staring at the back of her head anyway.
He cocked his head to the side, like he’d suddenly stopped caring about holding his neck straight. Then he started chuckling. His head rose back up with frightening rigidity and he continued laughing.
“Ah ha, ahahaa… It really is like these people were designed to piss me off.” Shuniji was obviously angry. Shuniji was obviously very angry, but he knew better than to let it take control of his actions, especially when there was no one around to witness his impending freak-out. His arms were folded across his chest while his fingers bit harshly into his biceps through his gloves and sleeves. Anymore strength training was out of the question. He’d kill someone.
Regardless, Shuniji’s expression remained level, if not unnaturally tense. “Still… I’ve got to wonder,” he spoke slowly, carefully, “Why you’d randomly announce something like that when you know it’ll just get me ticked off.”
He listened to Seika’s explanation quietly and let a look of understanding settle over his eyes. “I see. This is less a matter of my pride as it is clearing your name. You’re lucky I’m the one involved here. Any other shinobi would have taken this opportunity to pin the blame on someone other than themselves.”
Shuniji unfolded his arms and made a few hand signs. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for round four. Try and dispel these clones.”
Smoke erupted from Shuniji and cleared to reveal four, identical ninja smirking coldly down at Seika. Getting Shuniji riled up was a dangerous undertaking—even if you weren’t the one he was mad at.
323/1,000 words trained towards Technique Improvement: 1/2 Chakra Requirement for Lightning Release: Shadow Clone Jutsu Mood: Annoyed
Status: "Training"
Thoughts: "I want to hurt something." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 3:08 pm
ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁ (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
Seika said nothing in reguards to Shuniji's response. She only stared at him with a helpless frown. It's wasn't necessarily her fault she was being blamed for something he did. Though she summarized that Kiko hated her guts and would blame her anyway. Stupid b***h. Once again Seika's seething rage was defused when Shuniji demanded her attention with his inquiry.
"More games? WAIT WHAT? NO- WHERE WAS ROUND TWO AND THREE!?" She cried with a gonked expression and flailed her arms around like an idiot. The way the clones stared at her made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't like attention but she could sure as hell steal it unintentionally. Her gaze darted from one clone to the other. 'FFFFFFF- They're staring...THEY'RE STARING AND IT'S CREEPY..' Seika wasn't quite sure if she should run or not. ' When did he learn to make shadow clones anyway? Or maybe it wasn't shadow clones...' Well, just to be completely sure... Seika clapped her hands together and positioned herself into a crane stance. The way she stared at his clones made it seem like she was charging up to pull the mother of all jutsu on their asses. Then....suddenly! "Kai." .....She looked like an idiot. "KAI!" They weren't going anywhere. "KAI-KAI-KAI-KAI-KAI-KAI!! SHUUUUUNNNIIIIIIJJJJJJJIIII~WHHHHYYYYYY!?" Seika cried and spun around on her tippy toe. She lost her dignity when she got into that half baked crane stance. This was around the time Seika decided she should probably run. Kai - C Rank:: 245/1000
MƠƠƊ: PMS Dork
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Stranger than Fiction - Five finger Death punch
Side note: I DON'T LIKE PLAYING GAMES WITH YOU ANYMORE. D:
How would you like to see what d e a t h is like? ✞
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 8:15 pm
ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁ (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
Just as Seika was about to flee from her terrible mistake, she was stopped in mid run. A irritating noise sounded within the area, causing her to cringe. Seika couldn't move any of her limbs, though for some reason she was still able to speak. Her gaze flashed over to Shuniji to check if he was ensnared as well. It didn't take her long to figure out what happened.
"D-DUN-DA-NA-DUN!" The noise came from behind Seika.
"Shun...did you hear that?"
Suddenly the clone pounced in between the group and started dancing around like an Idiot. Now this was just adding insult to injury for Seika. Her clone was more derpy than herself!
"I'm bringing sexy back~!" It sang merrily and started to moonwalk.
"Oh god." Was all Seika could say.
Of all the songs in the world, it had to chose that one? THERE WAS NOTHING LIKABLE ABOUT THAT SONG! It was lamest of the lame....and that stupid clone was singing it!
"YOU MOTHER ******** DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT~!" It continued and spun around.
Despite the fact Seika couldn't move, she was pissed. If she got out of this...she'd be sure to wreak all kinds of havoc all over that clones a**. For now...
"NO. BAD CLONE!" Seika protested but her voice fell on derpy ears.
"Come let me make up for the things you lack~!"
"WE'VE ALREADY ESTABLISHED WHO BROUGHT SEXY BACK FIRST, THAT WAS VIRUS, NOT YOU."
"GET YOUR SEXY ON!!"
"SEIKA-CLONE, YOU'RE NOT BRINGING SEXY BACK. NOT NOW, NOT EVER. SO SHUT UP BEFORE YOU LOSE COOL POINTS!" She had cool points?
Though her words had no effect on the clone. It was simply rubbing in the fact that Seika couldn't do jack s**t.
"I'll let you whip me if I misbehave~!"
"Wh-what the hell...Shun, if you can move...KILL IT!!"
"I WANT YOUR LOVE AND I WANT YOUR REVENGE, YOU AND ME CAN WRITE A BAD ROMANCE~!"
"Somebody just shoot me..."
At this point there was nothing Seika could do. She couldn't move from her spot, much less move her limbs. They felt as if they were frozen solid. Though despite that, she could still speak. Which told her that the clones genjutsu was weak, it wasn't putting too much focus into it. Seika could use that to her advantage.
She had an idea now...
"HEY, CLONE-b***h! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A RAP BATTLE!" Oh hell yeah. This was serious business now.
Kai - C Rank:: 245+394 = 639/1000
MƠƠƊ: PMS Nausea..
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Justin Timberlame - Oh god please turn it off
Side note: What the hell is a bad romance anyway?
How would you like to see what d e a t h is like? ✞
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 11:12 pm
RUN!
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji—all of the Shunijis—could only stare, shocked and appalled by… whatever the HELL was going on. Her latent genjutsu abilities had totally started freaking out! What was—Why was---Wait, ******** YES.
“GOOD EEEEEVEEEENIIIIING, DOWNTOWN YANG ENCAMPMENT!” Shuniji blared through his megaphone. The three other Shunijis had immediately fallen into formation behind the established leader in an impressive display of teamwork. This was the kind of s**t they were designed for.
“TONIGHT WE’RE FEATURING THE MOST REVERED OF ALL SOUND VILLAGE TRADITIONS: THE RAP! BATTLE!!”
Two of the Shuniji’s flickered over to the clone’s side of the field with a flourish while the third and the original gestured grandly to Seika on their immediate right.
“IN THIS CORNER, OUR CHALLENGER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: SEIKA, CHESHIRU! TONIGHT SOUND VILLAGE’S OWN WILL BE PITTED AGAINST RAP BATTLE NEWCOMER AND DARK HORSE: SEIKA CHESHIRU!!”
All the Shunijis struck poses that framed the contender on their respective sides of the field.
“THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: FIRST ONE TO CHOKE…” The presence of all four Shunijis suddenly became much more oppressive.
“…IS THE FIRST ONE TO CHOKE.”
The popping of joints replaced the expected applaud of an audience, while the gleam of sharp smiles served as the spotlight. Shuniji would be getting his training in regardless of the outcome.
“THAT SAID, LET THE SICKEST FIRES WIN!! DROP THOSE BEATS!”
The three clones surrounding the Seikas immediately started, of all things, beat-boxing. This was serious business here. They were ******** Sound Village—they needed to represent! Context was for the weak.
259 + 323 = 582/1,000 words trained towards Technique Improvement: 1/2 Chakra Requirement for Lightning Release: Shadow Clone Jutsu Mood: Elated
Status: MC-ing a rap battle between Seika and herself. Duh.
Thoughts: "THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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