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 Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 10:56 pm
♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯ Yuki Uchiha ♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯ ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ══════════ ♪ ♫► After the small crowd of twenty or so people converged on the mini street theatre, to see what kind of show he would put on. She was more interested on why he chose this part of the town, it was generally quiet, and dead. The twenty villagers that came to watch the show accounted for almost the entire block. Besides, there was something off, something rather creepy about all of this. But she didn't want to leave until she gave him a piece of her mind.
Suddenly the music stopped, as the mysterious man began to speak. He addressed the crowd and welcomed them to 'his' side of the road. She scoffed at the comment, seeing as she has never seen this man in the village before. If anything it was more HER side of the road, considering her house was right behind him. His show would be some kind of ventriloquist act. He was obviously someone who had control over puppets, it would be more of a ninja skill then a show, but the townspeople wouldn't know the difference, seeing as there were no shinobi's in the crowd, besides herself. After he finished speaking the puppets came to life, moving a bit closer to the crowd, eerily spinning to the song as the puppet master played the song. Many of the villagers were impressed by the show, watching in awe as the puppets dance, and he orchestrated their movements. The song choice, and the puppets apperance was what made it creepy, but the show seemed harmless enough. The only other thing that was creepy was the puppets, they were singing. She must admit that was something she had never seen before, but it was very possible that the voices were just the puppet masters, and not theirs.
Soon the music stopped, which was immediately followed by clapping from the crowd of people. The clapping almost drowned out the devilish, creepy laughter. Only those in the front row could hear. Yuki, wasn't sure what was going on, was this the part that was shocking? Were they going to scare the crowd as a finale? No.. it wasn't quite like that. The puppets lunged forward their mouths open, pulling out daggers and kunai. Yuki's eyes bulged as they lunged forward. Immediately her eyes lit up, activating her Sharingan. It was all to crazy. It didn't seem real, it seemed like it was a genjutsu, though her eyes would prove that to be false. This nightmarish scenario, the act of violence was real. The puppets through kunai, blood saturating the air, and ground beneath them. There was no mercy, no chance to escape for them. They were defenseless from the onslaught unleashed on them. Some kunai's flew past her, but none managed to hit her. She wasn't sure if he was sparing her, or just simply missed his attack. Once the barrage finished Yuki looked down at the ground below her, looking at the devastation. It appeared to her like flashes of bad memories. Blood on the ground, death all around her, and there was nothing that she could do. She couldn't have prevented it. Her eyes locked on to his staring at him in disbelief. How could he have done this? He was a monster. Plain and simple. "Wha- what did you do?! What kind of evil creature would do such a thing!" She said angrily, her words staggered, still unable to believe what happened. She stared at him, unsure of what to do.
Word count: 583
Jutsu Learned: Chidori: 1500 Skill Points
Body Flicker Skill: 300 Skill points
Kage Bushin No Jutsu: 1200 Skill Points
Yuki Uchiha
Clan: Uchiha
Rank: Genin
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 106lbs
Area: Hidden Leaf
Total Chakra: 6,335
Spendable Chakra: 635
Current Jutsu: N/A
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 12:33 am
 ~::Bone Akasun::~
Puppets: Alexia & Gloria
The two little girl dolls started to gather up all the bodies, dragging them over to a small pile that sorted out the adults from the children. Obviously there were a lot more adults than there were children but that was not many things that mattered. Bone turned his head back towards the girl who started to rant on about how he was evil or he was not human... Well, maybe it was a couple sentences but still sounded like a rant to him that would have taken place in her head. He sighed to himself as his head cocked the other way, almost making a snapping sound of his vertebrae adjusting.
"What I have done was relieving these people from the horrors of life. No more shall they have to feel, breath, eat, worry about currency or family. I not only freed them of life, but also granted them immortality."
Bone moved a hand towards the pile of children and animated one of them, the boy looking a little happy though all the blood and limited movement that he could have.
"See this boy here? I am sure that he had no care in the world but knew that his parents were working hard to keep them all happy and content. If I were that child and I knew this, I would be depressed that they could not spend more time with their creation. In doing what I have done, I now granted this child a number of benefits." At this point, two adults who looked to be the child's parents stood up as well. "First would be that none of them now have to work to make sure that they all can be happy. Thus the child no longer has to worry that his parents might never smile again." The two adults now turned towards the child with their knowing, motherly and fatherly smiles before kneeling down and hugging the boy from both sides, the boy smiling with glee. "The second thing I granted them all is an eternity they can now spend together as pieces of art that shall never degrade until the end of time, so long as someone keeps them well maintained. I am sure their families, once they find me for the bodies, will be willing to ensure that the puppets were to be well taken care of." The parents then stood back up, all hand in hand with one another before falling to the ground, limp and lifeless. "My last point I shall reveal to you is that now they will never know the future horrors that is surely to come. Because they now have eternity to enjoy one another, they no longer have to care about if they will die from an enemy shinobi attack or if they would starve to death because the main source of income, most likely the father, had been fired. Now they can live on forever without a care in the world."
Bone watched the girl, not really caring to see what her reactions would be to this but then again, if she felt so strongly about the matter, he would still never hear the end of it like so many families that yelled at him before as well when he went on his two year search for material to make his puppets out of when he wanted to expand the collection.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 1:27 am
♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯ Yuki Uchiha ♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯ ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ══════════ ♪ ♫► This was too much. She must still be lying in bed, asleep having one of the worst nightmares of all time. There is no way someone could just enter hidden leaf, and kill all these people without someone stopping him. Sadly, it wasn't the case. No one came to the rescue, no one stopped this madness, but worse of all it wasn't a dream. She was wide awake standing front row to this horror show. She watched in horror as the two puppets retrieved the dead bodies, taking them and placing them all in a pile. Men, women, children. He held no bias, all were acceptable to slaughter. This was the second truly evil act she has ever seen. And once again she wasn't strong enough to stop it from happening. Her hands clenched and tightened, forming tight fists. Her hands released as soon as he spoke. She just stared in awe as he did listening to his words. He was what? Relieving these people from the horrors of life? No more breathing or feeling? Of course they wouldn't they had their lives stolen from them. All they were now was a lifeless body, being collected by some kind of mad man. The horror show wasn't finished. He motioned his hand, and from the pile of corpses a child rose. He was covered in blood, his body nothing more than a puppet now for the monster that stood before her.
He spoke again, the words that escaped his lips sent shivers down her spine. He began to explain a scenario, which seemed like he was justifying his actions. But nothing he could say would change her opinion. What he said made no sense to her. He said how they were free now, and no longer sad. There was no way he could actually believe this nonsense. And of course, she thought it couldn't get more disturbed, more horrific. He decided to raise the parents up, making them hug their child. Even the hug looked inhuman. No matter how much one plays with dolls, they still aren't people; they can't have feeling and emotions. The bodies dropped back on to the pile, lifeless once more. Though she could see they lacked life, even if they were able to move. She closed her eyes at the sight, and as he finished speaking. She felt nauseas. He made her feel nauseas.
Her eyes shot open as she stared at him, rage in side was starting to build. "Just shut up. You are a psycho, you can't possibly believe the things you are saying." She said as her emotions were starting to take over, her hand firing open as she raised it and pointed her palm at him, her fingers twitching. She didn't know what to do. "You can't really think that these people are better off this way. Better off tools, lifeless dolls. They will never feel sorrow, but thanks to you they will never feel anything. You can make them hug each other, hell you can make them hug you. But there is no feeling no love. Just nothingness!" Anger was clearly audible in her voice. "You didn't help any one of these people. All you did was steal from them. What you did isn't art. What you did was murder. True art is life, and what you create with it. You aren't an artist, you are a freak." She began to breath heavy after she spoke, she was getting worked up. Her eyes wandered as she looked at the pile of bodies that lay before her. She would never be able to remove that image from her head. It was burned in to her memory for good.
Word count: 616
Jutsu Learned:
Yuki Uchiha
Clan: Uchiha
Rank: Genin
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 106lbs
Area: Hidden Leaf
Total Chakra: 6,951
Spendable Chakra: 1,251
Current Jutsu: N/A
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 4:30 pm
~::Bone Akasun::~
Puppets: Alexia & Gloria
Bone looked at the woman with seemingly uncaring eyes. This was his mission that he found himself following since the beginning of his life. It did not matter what she thought of his actions so long as he was able to finish his collection. So what if he was psychotic? So what if he did steal these people's futures from them? Maybe it was best that he did so that they could no longer have to see the chaos and destruction of war, or feel the pains of losing people close to them... Much like Bone himself now that he thought about his past. Oh how he wished that someone had stolen his future back then.
"I do not care what you think of me as I know that you will never understand me. Sometimes it is best to just leave things as is and realize that you alone can never save the world. I know that I will never be able to save everyone in my own way but that will not stop me even if someone ruins another person's life. You do not know the past that drives a person, everyone in their own right can become a monster, a freak, a killer."
Bone sat down and opened his back before pulling out a pack of what looked like tools and another bag that was filled with random materials. He blinked as he looked back to the pile of bodies that he was going to make into bodies and sighed to himself.
"I should have brought more materials. I did not realize how many people would attend this performance." Bone looked back to Yuki with dull eyes. "You say that in life, there is true art... Well I am alive, am I not, and I am certainly creating my own art though you could argue about my choice of canvass. But to call me a freak? Have you not seen your eyes pin-wheel girl? If anything I can pass off as more normal than you if someone were to meet both of us."
If things continue like this, it would be a never ending battle. It was shocking, to say the least, how strongly this girl was trying to deny this reality of who could be right and who could be wrong. Especially with all the history that this world has gotten through with mass murderers saying they were salvation or whole organizations bent on saving the world through war and village conquest. If one were to simple accept that there were people in this world like that and could still make them friends with one another, then this world would have less hostility and maybe Bone would not have to do these things. But that was a reality that will have to be worked for, no matter how tough it is to reach...
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:53 pm
 This life that she was creating was a fantasy. Everything they wanted her to beleive was make believe.,.and he couldn't believe she was falling for it like clockwork. If you wanted to believe in a dream.. then eventually you would want it to be true. Drago only gave a harsh smile. He couldn't really grasp the concept that was at hand. Why were they going through all this trouble to get her back..was she really this powerful. It didn't matter. He simply shrugged his shoulders. He watched her play with his hair. "I guess we stay there....." Drago felt uneasy about staying here. He didn't know why.. but he never really trusted the village anyways. He could feel something in the air..and nothing was exactly right about the village. He only moved his hand from her hair as he watched her cringe. It actually bothered him. He turned his head from her and turned around. He started to walk towards the door and he simply said in his grunt harsh voice. "We can do whatever you like." If she wated to stay in this village where everybody..everybody was creepily nice. it didn't matter to him. If she wanted too..that was her thing..and she would have to find self. Drago often wonder what would happen if he went looking for his self. Would he like who he was? He didn't even really like who he was now.. So how could he like who he was a few years ago. Drago fingers itched. He looked at her and he gathered her things. He wanted to at least get out of here.. this place seemed evil. "We need to go..I have gathered your belongings.. let us depart.." He said in a short sigh.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 1:17 pm
Logan Hyuuga, the Blue Byakugan ((Appearance: He has very large blue Byakugan eyes which appear to lack pupils. He wears a cloak, pants, gloves, a shirt, four scarfs, and a mask. they are all black and made of special materials. These clothes make it so only his eyes can be seen.)) Logan above the streets on the roof of a building. He looked out calmly over this thriving village. So much was happening all at once. He breathed deeply in what seemed to be new air. It had been made official. He was a chunin. This was his next step. It was the way to greater horizons, greater power, better understanding. . He then jumped out from one building to. He could feel death in the air. Something was happening. He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again. Chakra flowed through his eyes as he activated his Byakugan once he landed on another building. He quickly used them to begin scanning the surrounding area. He would pick up on various events and chakras, those that were normal and recognizable, and others not so much. As a chunin of the Leaf village, he would act against any danger to his home, risking everything if necessary. This, in the end, included even his life. 18074 SP/chakra Spendable skill points: 674
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 2:41 pm
 Shikarama Nara, The Dedicated Genius Shikarama sighed as he waited outside Aya's room. Now was the time to get moving. He had taken the exams while she was recovering. He had made it far, but was unable to do enough to become chunnin, yet. But he would get there, soon enough. For now, he just had to keep training. He had to do better and not fail. He sat down, so unlike himself, as he just stared up towards the stary sky. "So much has happened in such a short time..." He said to himself. 22318 SP/chakra Spendable skill points: 118 Wind Release: Vacuum Great Sphere - 118/800
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:52 pm
♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯ Yuki Uchiha ♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯ ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ׺°”˜`”°º× ♪ ♫ ══════════ ♪ ♫► The man’s eyes, they were piercing her soul as he looked at her. The main reason why was because of how emotionless they were. He truly felt no remorse, no care for his actions. He did what he did, and she knew he would continue to kill people in the future for his goal, or mission or whatever word he would decide would cover his homicidal ways. The puppet master spoke, explaining how he didn't care for her opinion. Which she figured would be the case. Why would a psychotic murderer care for her opinion? He would do what he wanted, when he wanted. The only way to stop someone like that was to physically stop them. Which she wasn't sure if she could do that, she was fresh as a genin. And who knew how strong he was to just enter a village and murder all those people. Not yet anyway. She must admit though, he made a great point. One person alone couldn't change everything. They alone couldn't save the world from the evil that dwelled within it. But, it only took one person to start the movement that could change the world, the movement that could banish the evil. At least that's what she believed... There was only one point she would come to terms with. She did not know a person past, or what would drive them to do the things they did. But a person’s past is still not an excuse to do evil things. But she could see how it could drive someone to do evil actions.
She watched him carefully as he sat down on the ground. His lack of emotion or guilt still baffled her. He spoke aloud complaining on how he didn't bring enough materials. His gaze shifted from the bodies, back to her as he addressed what she last said to him. He spoke of art, and life. He had his own style of art, and he was spot on by saying the canvas was questionable. Taking the lives of others, she couldn't see how he possibly could see that as art. Especially for the ones who were young, or just defenseless. Killing a shinobi is one thing, but civilians, that's a whole different line. That's when he said something she wouldn't expect. He said that she was a freak do to her eyes. She had never even thought of them as weird. Though, they were different than everyone else’s. Perhaps she was a freak, in public others would think her to be weird compared to him. But that is just outer appearance. She shook her head and spoke, staring at him intensely. "You say I am a freak for something that's on my body. Something I was born with, a part of me. But my personality doesn't make me a freak. Nor do my actions. You killing people, that's what makes you a one." She took a step towards him, folding her arms across her chest. "So judge me all you want on my appearance. But be careful saying I am like you." A small smirk spread across her face once she finished speaking. She hoped he could understand what she was saying. One shouldn’t be judged by appearance, but instead by their actions and choices they make during their life time. That is what makes a person good, evil, or a freak.
Word count: 564
Jutsu Learned:
Yuki Uchiha
Clan: Uchiha
Rank: Genin
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 106lbs
Area: Hidden Leaf
Total Chakra: 7,515
Spendable Chakra: 1,815
Current Jutsu: N/A
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:56 pm
~::Bone Akasun::~
Puppets: Alexia & Gloria
"No I am pretty sure that I am a murderer. Thought the fact that I found Gloria in a morgue and Alexia somewhere in a dumpster does not really enforce that statement. This is the first mass murder that I had committed in my life and I am actually glad that it went off with hardly a fault. Thought I do that that nagging feeling of guilt which I truly do not wish to understand since I know that is going to hold me back from my goal."
Bone went back to starting to convert the people into dolls but stopped before starting to cut. He forgot that he didn't have enough materials like he stated earlier having been distracted by this girl's ranting on how he should not even call her a freak when she knew perfectly well that a freak does things to an extreme like make out with a dog, or flash themselves at random people before running away and getting caught by a cop, or chewing bubblegum, sticking it into your best friends ear, and then eating it again because it 'lost it's flavor.'... Where am I going with this? Oh yeah. The fact that she was not stopping him from doing anything to these bodies was just enough reason to make her a freak though Bone would not be the first to hint on at that. Did she actually want to see how he would make these bodies into puppets? Weird. Bone decided that the best way to deal with the lack of materials on hand was to take only a portion of their bodies and make puppet pieces out of those so he could finish them later... In this case, it would be their heads.
"So... Are you going to leave or are you actually curious on how a puppet master makes their puppets from human bodies?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:09 pm
 ~::The Guy::~ True Netural The Guy walked through the village with a tilted head, wondering where he could find a powerful entity based on chaos in the first place. Hell, it did not even have to be chaotic in the first place. Just someone on the brink of becoming out of their god damned mind... LIKE ME! Oh wait... The story right... The Guy ended up stopping in front of a hospital and looked up, hearing a weakening voice within the head of a male inside. It was losing its grip, alright. This man was literally on the brink of losing everything. Just from listening in on the mind of this guy, The Guy was able to determine that it was Drago and pretty much remembered the entire past of this guy... Didn't he used to have another wife that was not this woman? Oh goody! Some dirt he could use! The Guy started to rise into the air, pushing himself up with his telekinesis before staring to sing out in a voice that matched his Ex-Wifes. "One mischievous little woodpecker
Another day, pecking your holes
Ruining the woods, tree wrecker
The angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife
Poor little wood pecker, your nesting holes are all tainted
Your food with toxins rife
Touch your friends, and they all will die falling at your feet
Oh, sad little woodpecker
Poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks."At that point, every living human that Drago saw started to be that of his ex-wife, bleeding from various wounds from each of their bodies. All staring at him with fearful eyes filled with betrayal as if he had just attacked them, pointing at him. They all were simultaneously saying, "You killed me... YOU KILLED ME!" Those who would be dead would also look like his ex-wife, mutilated and crushed but with the same expression of betrayal and fear. "Lets see if you can fall into chaos oh "Sad Little Woodpecker."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:35 pm
Drago looked up as he was gathering together her things. He only looked up and he saw something from his past. He could hear what he didn't want to hear. "Stop it.." Drago looked and he reached for his tokijen. He couldn't understand anything that was near by. Everything was her. Everything was Reina. He didn't want to remember that life. He didn't want to be part of that life anymore. He was new. He was clean. He was hers. Now it was all breaking down. It was all falling apart. Nothing..nothing made sense anymore. All. Everything. Nothing.. starting to spark. Drago jumped form the window of the hosptile and landed on the ground. However Drago couldn't get away from the dead bodies. HE fell to his knees and all of a sudden everything went black. "I don't think you know what you have unleashed.." Drago whole body changed. He only whistled a bit. "Oh it feels good to be back.. ladies and gentlemen...it feels good." Drago clapped a bit.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:37 am
~::The Guy::~ True Netural "You know, I always have asked that question myself whenever I let something out of my head come out... Like the Space Crabs at every dock in front of the Villages... Plan on taking out the Fantasy Gate soon enough but maybe I should leave that to Loki. Any who, I have a present for you from the realm of chaos!"The Guy had been standing behind Drago after he started losing his mind and was now looking at the rather dramatic personality change. Reminds The Guy of someone... Can't recall. Anyways, The Guy patted the man on the back a little before something shiny and red appeared in his other hand, being thrust into Drago's chest. Of course the red gem thingy would hurt like hell but Drago should start to feel a new power fill him... One that allows him to shoot his blood out at high velocities, become incredibly dense as iron, and at whatever density he so damn pleases so that not even a mountain could stop it before it carved a gaping hole in its side. "Be sure to use that ability well! I am sure that I could have used it... Wait... No, not really. I wonder if I can make someone into a contractor and build a foundation for the Almighty Church of Foamy... Oh, already done!"Behind The Guy now stood an erect building with a squirrel statue in the front, hordes of mindless worshipers pouring out of the temple while talking in extremely high voices bent on ranting about everything and everyone... Especially about food and coffee. Maybe if this all out fight along Chaos did not go as planned for The Guy, he could always press the cult's Reboot Button.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:23 am
Logan Hyuuga, the Blue Byakugan ((Appearance: He has very large blue Byakugan eyes which appear to lack pupils. He wears a cloak, pants, gloves, a shirt, four scarfs, and a mask. they are all black and made of special materials. These clothes make it so only his eyes can be seen.)) Logan's eyes fell upon an odd scene as he scanned over the village. Down below, two figure, one just standing there, surrounded by a mass of dead bodies. The other kneeled over them, appearing to be doing something to them. Logan Quickly moved, jumping from building to building as he approached. His Byakugan eyes scanned them closer, examining them and their chakras. One was a girl, apparently older then himself. The other...((I have no idea if he is alive or a human puppet himself... sweatdrop )) Logan reached a building, just above the scene. He knew he had to take action, but he had to be certain of his actions. He scanned the power level of the being over, trying to figure what his chances were. He could send a signal to call in reinforcements. It was also important, though to find the relationship between the two, and figure if the girl was at risk herself. He listened carefully, beginning to pick up bits of their conversation. "You say I am a freak for something that's on my body. Something I was born with, a part of me. But my personality doesn't make me a freak. Nor do my actions. You killing people, that's what makes you a one." She took a step towards him, folding her arms across her chest. "So judge me all you want on my appearance. But be careful saying I am like you." Said the girl. It seemed an odd conversation to be having, given what was happening. It seemed apparent that he had missed something. The being with her retorted, "No I am pretty sure that I am a murderer. Thought the fact that I found Gloria in a morgue and Alexia somewhere in a dumpster does not really enforce that statement. This is the first mass murder that I had committed in my life and I am actually glad that it went off with hardly a fault. Thought I do that that nagging feeling of guilt which I truly do not wish to understand since I know that is going to hold me back from my goal." He admitted that he was a murderer, and at that, the cause of the deaths before them. Whom were Gloria and Alexia exactly, whom he found. Was he a collector of bodies, and what exactly was he doing to them? Then, while stopping himself when he was about to cut into the bodies, this being basically answered some of Logan's questions. "So... Are you going to leave or are you actually curious on how a puppet master makes their puppets from human bodies?" He was trying to turn the remains of his victims into puppets. Logan himself wasn't particularly familiar with the idea, but he had heard stories. This information also gave Logan knowledge of what this being's techniques likely were. He was a puppet user, which would mean he would be strongest over long range, and likely rely on the connection of chakra strings to his puppets. As to what his puppets were, that was a mystery to Logan, but it would mean that he would be likely be weakest in close range combat. 18589 SP/chakra Spendable skill points: 1189
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 7:19 pm
 ~ Aya Nara ~ Silent Schemer~Aya was just about to leave her room, when she forgot something. She ventured back into her room, and grabbed her holster off her her nightstand. She looked inside, counting her kunai and shuiriken and quickly place a stone in too, also known as the Rooster tailsmen. She smiled to herself, she had been recovering, and she felt so much better. She was ready for some serious training. She opened her door, closed it and locked it, before turning around and seeing Shikarama sitting down. She smiled down at him, and walked over. She held her hand out to help him up. She knew he had tried to take the exams. She knew he didn't make it, but she also knew he had tried his hardest.
"Sorry it took so long. I forgot something." She said in a warm tone. When he took her hand, she helped him to his feet. "So, what's going on today?" She asked still trying to be bright and cheery to help him with his down mood. [Word Count = 172 Total Word Count = 10031] RLRLR Guess who's accounts been fixed? blaugh
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