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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 3:34 pm
-=Neko snapped up, coming out of his nap, a little surprised that he fell asleep so quickly. With a quick stretch, he stood up, grabbing his bag, and walked into the main room of the dojo=-
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 5:51 pm
Misa plopped herself down upon a chair. She crossed her legs under her as she sat. The soda can was now on a table that was next to the chair, and she picked up a small book. She opened the book with one hand and began to read, not even noticing what it was about.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:16 pm
Aven sat at the base of a tree near enough to the dojo to see a corner of the building. She heaved a sigh and leaned back against the tree only to snap upright from the pain which had shot through her spine. Slowly her muscles untensed and she relaxed, as far as relaxing can go when one has to sit upright, and gazed up at the sky. Silently she tugged her tattered coat a little closer around her and closed her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:45 pm
After his encounter with Fen he was walking about the outside of the dojo. he had noticed Lady Aven and decided to walk up to her.
" hello ma'am. " he called as he approached.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:14 pm
Raising his arm to be parrallel with his head, he used his arm to block the kick and then wrapped his arm around its leg. Applying pressure to the lower joint, and piviting the upper, Tutsumi aimed to snap its leg.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:21 pm
The leg snapped off with similar force to that of real bone, the clone disintegrating again before reappearing in front of Tutsumi and striking at the face.
"Stop!"
The clone froze.
"Sorry about that."
Shiro approached the clone and touched it, the clone disappearing and re-entering Shiro's body.
"They're a new prototype Kage Bunshin. Designed for masses, they require very little Chakra to create, and are only really useful in Taijutsu training, as they continue to regenerate unitl they are re-absorbed by myself or another one of my bloodline."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:24 pm
Tutsumi snickered slightly, nodding slightly as he looked towards the sky. It would of been pretty easy to nullify them if that was the only way to stop them. He yawned softly and shook his head.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:25 pm
((So...who's all here tonight? I can tell there really are people...))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:25 pm
((Shiro and myself. >_>))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:26 pm
(( I am sparring with Shiro in the Tsuchi Dojo. i will be by soon though. ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:27 pm
((Hmm...spreading himself out thin I see.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:27 pm
Misa became bored quickly and tossed the book outside. She jumped out and walked outside, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. Her face brightened with the new light of the moon on it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:28 pm
Tutsumi Tutsumi snickered slightly, nodding slightly as he looked towards the sky. It would of been pretty easy to nullify them if that was the only way to stop them. He yawned softly and shook his head. Shiro raised an eyebrow as Tutsumi smirked. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:31 pm
Looking towards Shiro, a smile could be seen on his face, even with the masks and scarf. He shook his head slowly, his red hair being tossed into the crisp night air, and sighed softly. This student would need to learn to keep his point of break secrets to himself...or at least talk about them in secret.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:31 pm
((Ah, three people I can actually have decent RP with. Yay.))
Nyl sat in the rafters--it was getting too cold to sit on the roof--and looked at her flute again, wondering if she should play.
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