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 Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:13 pm
Hinko nodded. "we can head back, but to the training grounds. "Hiniko said pulling him with her.
(exit to training grounds)
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:15 pm
"Yes," Vincent agreed, "we must become stronger together. Stronger than we were the day before."
(Exit to the Training Grounds)
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 11:02 pm
Vincent had lost track of the cat as he chased it from the Ichiraku Ramen Bar towards the Fallen Leaves of Konoha Cemetery. By the time that he entered the grounds he could not see the cat. All he saw was rows upon rows of stone markers for all those who had died in Konohakagure and had died in the defense of it. He knew that there were those who were freshly buried in that place. All because of a nine-tailed beast but in a way he couldn't help but feel thankful of the one who had offered himself up to be not only to become the Jinchurikki but the container of the beast. Vincent couldn't help but feel admiration for the one who would take on such a responsibility.
He brought his mind back to the mission at hand. And began to walk slowly between the grave markers keeping his eyes open for the black fur and a red ribbon. He started to feel a great annoyance at this little creature that it was able to elude him. Then again it occurred to him that cats were both predators and survivors in a very primal sense of the word.
"Maybe I can use this to help." He said to himself as he closed his eyes and concentrated upon his new technique.
"Sharingan!" He called softly to himself and opened his eyes and saw the world moving a little bit slower than normal but not by much. He understood from what he had read that the Sharingan at the stage that he was at was fairly limited such as being able to read movements at a minor level, being able to slightly tell genjutsus from reality, and is unable to copy any jutsus. He then thought to himself that after he had done some if his missions he would see the Hokage. He would see him about advancing his Sharingan.
With the eyes of the Sharingan he saw a flinch of a movement. He then approached it and disengaged the dojutsu. And saw a flash of black fur and the red ribbon behind one of the stone markers.
Vincent understood that to catch this creature he had to be nimble and light-a-foot. He made soft steps towards the stone marker but then the flash or black fur and ribbon dashed out from behind the stone marker and out of the Fallen Leaves of Konoha Cemetery.
Vincent grumbled, "I'm gonna get you Mister Muggles if it's the last thing I do today."
He looked out and saw that the cat was heading towards the Hospital Center of the Hidden Leaf
[Mission: Catch a Cat - Post 3/5]
[Exit to Hospital Center of the Hidden Leaf]
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 7:17 pm
Jubei.
"There was a reason to being here... I just know it. It wasn't just some morbid fascination with dead people... Was it?" Jubei mumbled as he walked into the graveyard, wondering why exactly he was there. He was still thinking when it occurred to him that this entire place was pretty dirty, and it would be a good thing if someone cleaned it up. He put two and two together and figured that the Hokage would appreciate it, and it might just count as a mission. "Well, even if it doesn't, it's a good deed and good for my karma." With that in mind, Jubei began picking up random pieces of trash from amongst the grounds.
[Chakra= 28/32.]
[Speed type = 2 jutsu per post, +1 rank to speed.
Tactical type = -4 posts on learning jutsu, -1 rank on learning jutsu rank and below.
[Cleaning mission 1/3 posts.]
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 7:28 pm
(Enter From Konoha Dorms)
Tired, Kamiko entered the graveyard with a loud yawn. She walked sleepishly like a zombie and seemed to be not her self. She walked past Jubei like a ghost, and simply didn't notice him, ignoring his existence. She stopped infront of a grave and bent down kneeling as she lowered a few flowes next to it. "Thanks for everything, sensei. I love you, I'm sure your very proud me. Your will has blossemed in me. I Ono no Osanago will carry on your dreams," she said happily as she felt warm inside as she took comfort in knowing he died an honrable man. She tilted her Anbu mask up and leaned out and kissed his grave before giggling and lowering her mask. She then stood up and noticed the young boy from the training grounds.
"Scanning... Calculating odds, target confirmed, Jubei," she said coldy. The woman instantly snapped out of her deluded fantasy and once again turned into her emotionless persona. "This is a splendid deed young one, I'll report this to the Hokage, in the meantime allow me to assisst you in your clean up operation," she said as she started to collect trash.
(Trash clean up post 2)
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 7:43 pm
Jubei.
He wasn't so surprised that the mysterious lady, whose name was escaping him at the moment, had appeared out of nowhere. He was probably getting used to it. "I'm fearing for my sanity now that I'm getting used to people appearing out of nowhere. But thank you for helping me with this, it's a shame when people start throwing garbage in a graveyard. No respect for the fallen, ya know? But I'm rambling." Jubei replied, grabbing another piece of trash as he conversed with the woman... Or man, whatever he or she was. The ANBU person was actually helping him, and was going to report this good deed to the Hokage, so that's what really mattered. That, and that this was probably a mission, so he was going to get paid for it. A complete and utter win for him. "So, while I am grateful, may I ask as to why you are in the graveyard?" He figured that he might as well make some conversation as long as they were together, though he knew it would be brief. They had other things to do, things that did not happen in the same place. Of that, he was sure.
Or maybe he wasn't.
Either way, Jubei had finished cleaning.
[3/3 Cleaning complete... It is a three-post thing, right?]
[Chakra= 28/32.]
[Speed type = 2 jutsu per post, +1 rank to speed.
Tactical type = -4 posts on learning jutsu, -1 rank on learning jutsu rank and below.
[Cleaning mission 1/3 posts.]
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 7:53 pm
Kamiko finished picking up the trash. "Filthy pig's," she muttered. She turned her head and gazed at the boy. "I'm here honoring my sensei who passed a way while I was in accoma. She reached up and pushed the cloak hood off as she grabbed her mask and removed it. Underneath was a fully body suit with a skin tight mask, only her left eye was visable and a few strands of blue hair. Her amber eye gazed long and hard a him, "Maybe we will meet again," she said. With that said she vanished.
(Exit to Konoha Gates)
(Trash Clean Up post 3)
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 10:32 pm
Jubei.
"Coma? Dang, that must have been quite the horrible time. Must have took a while, the muscular dystrophy, I hear it's bad. And your sensei is dead too? Geez, sorry to hear about it." Jubei replied, wondering just how old this woman truly was. He had no idea what her rank was, or he did and just did not remember. Either way, she was quite the mystery to him, but at least some of that mystery began to unravel when she took off her ANBU mask. Some of it. She still wore another mask, of all the things, under her ANBU mask that only left one eye and a few strands of hair visible. At least it was something, maybe a sign of trust. Or whatever was going through her mysterious, enigmatic mind. Then she just up and left, leaving Jubei to ponder her identity and age, as well as many other thing, alone. "Huh. Well, I can think about it while I'm out cleaning and whatnot. Odd that she would take off her mask... Ah well, maybe we'll be great, awesome friends in the future or something stupid like that." Jubei mumbled as he deposited the trash he had collected in the appropriate waste receptacle and, without another time-wasting talk with himself, headed for another area that needed cleaning.
Without him, Konoha would be disgusting.
[3/3 Cleaning complete.]
[Chakra= 28/32.]
[Speed type = 2 jutsu per post, +1 rank to speed.
Tactical type = -4 posts on learning jutsu, -1 rank on learning jutsu rank and below.
[Out to somewhere]
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 11:19 pm
 Aeden
Hurricane User| Chakra Manipulation | S
He'd come out of no where. No sightings at the gates, nor the forest. This was somewhere Aeden hadn't been in a while. Not since Jade was still around. He'd returned for one purpose only. That particular grave. The one that stood tall and alone. It belonged to Mion Sonozaki, his former mentor, and quite frankly, the closest thing to a mother he'd known. He wasn't saddened by her death, no. Rather, he was driven to succeed her in a way she'd want him to. Long ago, he promised himself he wouldn't turn into that guy that sat alone in the corner crying about the past constantly. He'd be the one in the front, proving his mentor's strength.
From his coat, he pulled out a clay gourd, and poured what was inside on the stone. Sake, her favorite thing on the planet. She'd often said that if she 'kicked the can', she'd want sake poured on her grave every year, just to have a good time in the after life. The least he could do was honor that.
"Can't Be Killed? No, I Just Don't Fear Death."
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 1:52 pm
[Jubei Clone #2]
Another of Jubeis' raiton bushins picked up another mission, this one being a trash picking mission in the leaf cemetery. It was a shame that there were no gardener shinobi in Konohagakure, but if there were, the there would be no missions for Jubei to complete. Well, for his clones to complete, anyways. So, with a large trash bag and a willful determination to clean up all of the trash in the cemetery, the clone began the task of placing discarded wrappers and papers into its trash bag until it was full, and the cemetery was clean and respectable. Like a cemetery should be.
[Picking trash 1/3]
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 1:59 pm
[Jubei Clone #2]
The same raiton bushin was still cleaning the cemetery, bored and alone, but still cleaning. It wasn't very hard work, really, just mind-numbingly dull and boring to no end. It was annoying, really, but seeing as the clone had no choice in the matter whatsoever, it was forced to complete the task given to it despite any thoughts it might have in the matter. Not that it really had any thoughts in the matter. It was just a clone, and not even a shadow clone. Just a lightning clone, no purpose other than to do whatever Jubei told it to. It continued to clean up more trash, with the cemetery looking a lot cleaner as it progressed.
Only a matter of time.
[Picking trash 2/3]
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:07 pm
[Jubei Clone #2]
That lightning clone was busy cleaning, blocking everything out as it did so it would not be distracted by anything as stupid as animals, or mourning shinobi that couldn't turn off the water works. Not that the lightning clone of Jubei really cared what they were doing, it was just a mindless clone with no feelings or thoughts beyond what Jubei wanted it to. Kind of sad, but it was a part of Jubei. All his will, nothing else. Not that the clone thought about it. It was just picking up trash, filling the bag it was holding with the refuse that people refused to throw away like responsible shinobi. It didn't care. It finally finished, and in good time. The lightning clone dropped off the trash in a waste basket and went on to other things.
[Picking trash 3/3. Mission complete.]
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 7:29 pm
 I Found My Reason For Living
Aeden returned, after so many years. The previous time, he'd been under the Iwa banner, serving the Iwakage, who was on a mission for unity. Now he was there under banners unmarked, but since he was there, he felt a responsibility to return.
He sat beside the Dragon-Etched headstone and began to slowly drink a bottle of sake, the other he stood in front of the stone. His eyes held, an emptiness to them, almost. "I don't know what to do, Mentor. I want to protect her, see it through till the end, but there's a nagging in the back of my head that says at the end... something bad's going to happen. Something I won't be able to prevent." He was smacked in the back of the head by a woman's fist. Small in size, but strong enough to cause some real damage. This was followed by a voice that yelled at him. Nearly made him jump to his feet. "The hell you talkin' 'bout 'Something I won't be able to prevent'. You're Aeden Nagamo! Pupil of The Dragon of the West! Bare some damn pride at that fact! If you don't think you're strong enough, get stronger. If you don't feel right then, get even stronger and crush anyone that gets in yer way, boy! I know I forced at least that much into that whimpy skull of yours!"
Aeden grinned, then shook his head. He stood, poured the rest of the sake on the headstone, then left. She was right; she always was. Now wasn't the time for doubts.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 3:37 pm
Tia walked into the cemetary in her black and white kimono,she only wore when she didn't feel good. On the way she had picked flowers for the graveyard. Not many people visited now so she was always coming and putting flowers on them. She smiled sadly as she passed childrens' graves. She lay a bluebell on one and a lily onthe other. She kept walking setting flowers as she went. She stopped at her parents graves and sank to the ground. She lay the rest of the flowers on her parents graves and sat between them leaning on her fathers'.She closed her eyes as memories flooded back to her. She lay there remembering good times and bad.Memories of her friends and enemies. She smiled slightly and listened to the forest around her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:58 pm
When she awoke she stood. Said goodbye and walked away from the graves. She coughed once and moved on. She walked out of the grave feeling better than she had in a while. She headed for the Ramen Shop.
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