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 Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 11:59 am
If not for her knee-length red hair, Iri would have blended in with the snowy scenery surrounding the kaze dojo. The main dojo has been pretty damn quiet over the past few months, but this place is just dead. Iri has never visited this particular dojo before, but she knows from flights over the entire academy that the dojo that should have been her home has been abandoned for at least a couple of years.
Damn you, Drake. What happened to this place? Some teacher your are.
A strong gust of wind slams open the door of the dojo, revealing a dilapidated and snow-covered interior. Violet eyes soften in emotion.
Forget this place. What happened to the GNA as a whole? Nyl, Neko, Seph... Even Reeve. I miss them so much. Hell, I'd even put up with Tutsumi's attitude, just to see someone familiar. I know there are people at the other dojo, but I'm not comfortable around them. I just miss my friends and comrades. I miss the way things used to be, when I first showed up at this place.
A sigh forces its way past Iri's lips, disturbing falling flakes of snow. The winged woman steps toward the sad looking thing before and steps past the door. The door leading to this dojo's main room is also open. Iri walks past it into a room full of dead leaves, debri, and drifts of snow and ice. The big windows that allow the light and wind into the room have allowed to elements to have their way with the place. She can only imagine that the rest of the dojo is in a similar state.
Iri looks down at her hands, wrapped in cloth from the first knuckle to her elbows. Then her violet eyes stare at the mess before her.
I might not be able to fix things at the main dojo. That would take someone who's been here much longer than I have, or someone with much more influence than myself. However, I can help this place. And maybe fixing this place up will give me the kind of boost I need to help the rest of the academy. Yeah, that sounds good. I'll start with the most neglected place in the academy and work my way up from there.
A grin crosses Iri's features. Her hands come up and form the focusing gesture Neko once taught her. Iri's energy channels through her hands and finds its way into the air. As always, the wind stirs. Eyes half-lidded in concentration, she encourages the air to swirl and form a cyclone. The miniature tornado, only a little taller than Iri's height of 5' 3", begins to tear through the room's debri. When the greater portion of the mess has been absorbed by the tornado, Iri turns and gestures toward the dojo's open doors. The tornado obeys her command, exits the dojo, finds its way into the forest, and disperses its load among the trees as it looses strength and dissipates.
Iri's grin turns into a true smile. This will take a while, but it will be fun, and it will be worth the effort.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 4:51 pm
A shadow passes over the kaze dojo. Iri is inspecting her repairs on the dojo's roof. Whoever had put the roof on did a damn good job, because she hadn't had to replace or repair much. That had been a blessing. Being up on the roof and working at this time of year is a hot chore.
The winged woman angles toward the ground, drifts down, and makes a smooth landing. The first thing she inspects on the ground is the state of the stone of which the dojo is mainly comprised. Ivy and other plants had been taking over when Iri began her project. Though she doesn't like ruining wild vegetation, the vines had to go. Eventually, they would have broken down the stone building. The door hadn't need repairing, though she replaced the hardware to make sure rust wasn't a problem any time soon. She had also given the wood door a coat of clear enamel paint to protect it from the weather.
Iri walks up to the door and eases it open, not bothering to close it as she walks through. The myriad of paintings from before are gone. They had been fading with age and are in much need of restoration. Until she can have the paintings restored, they are sitting in a dorm that has been converted to a storage room.
With another soft push, Iri opens the inner door at the end of the entry hall. The main rooms gets a nod of approval. The banners quoting the GNA code of ethics had been dirty, frayed, mildewed, and moth-eaten. A favor from a seamtress friend in Durem saw to their complete restoration. The huge banners are as beautiful and awe-inspiring they ever were. Part of the floor had rotted away underneath the foliage that had blown through the tall, uncovered windows, but Iri had replaced the boards with new ones and stained them to match. The entire floor had received a coat of clear paint to protect it from further damage. All of the doors have new hardware. Everything in the room is new, revitalized, and clean.
Throughout the dojo, there have been similar repairs. It's taken her a few months, but Iri completed her project. Well, maybe not completed it. There are still things here and there that need repairing or just freshening up. The biggest problem is the lack of occupants. And the lack of a teacher for the dojo.
After giving a bitter-sweet sigh, Iri turns around and goes back outside to start training.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 5:52 pm
Iri's ever-present steel fans are hanging from a length of braided cotton that's tied around her waist. Pale, slender hands grab them up as the avian moves into a fighting stance in a patch of soft grass. Her fists are held in a proper fist fighting position with the handles of the fans in her palms and the length of the fans resting against her wrists and forearms. The huge, dove white wings on the woman's back unfurl and stretch out to either side of her, just as ready for combat as the rest of the woman's body. Iri takes a deep breath. Then she looks forward and her violet gaze becomes serious and somewhat unnerving as she focuses on something that isn't there. Iri's target is a ghost only she can see, someone that has done her very wrong in the past. With a fire building up in her chest, fueling her fighting energy, Iri begins.
Wings and feet pump at the same time, giving Iri a burst of speed. She jabs with her leading left fist and then punches with her right. One wing comes forward and scoops back as though to throw away an incoming fist in praying mantis style. The other wing comes with its "elbow" as though to hit the non-existent target in the ribs. The wings go back to their original places. Iri jabs with her left again, then snaps her fan open and slices an imaginary throat with her right.
The practice session goes on and on as Iri slowly incorporates other forms of combat. Iri makes a point to work out her kicks and sweeps, jumps, blocks, dodges, falling and tumbling, and even practices subtly slipping kaze techniques into her weapons and hand-to-hand practice. Not even knee attacks and headbutting go untouched in Iri's fight against her ghost of a foe.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:51 pm
Out of the corner of her eye, something catches Iri's attention. She stops in mid-kick. Violet eyes stare in the direction of the main dojo. The winged woman gives her head the a tilt like a curious bird. Iri's winged cousins have taken flight in a large cloud of feathered bodies. The birds in the area are used to fights and loud noises. What could have spooked them at the main dojo?
Iri allows her body to return to a more natural posture. She looks off into the woods north of the kaze dojo. Just barely, she can see a burlap sack hanging from a tree, containing all of her possessions. Not that she owns much. She had hidden her things in the tree while working on the dojo. It made no sense to keep her things where they would get in the way.
Reassured that everything is as it should be here, she snaps her wings open and reattaches her fans to her belt. With a leap and a powerful downward stroke of her wings, Iri flies off in the direction of the main dojo.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 7:46 pm
Kaimen's body began to form from the earth around the Kaze Dojo.
"She did a good job repairing this dump." He mumbled. Cracking his neck he placed his hands on the stone fixtures.
"Tier." he called.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 7:49 pm
Tier stormed through the trees with an enraged feeling about himself. He started to perform one handed seals with both of his hands. "READY."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 7:52 pm
"Good." Kaimen looked around for anything valuable, noticing the sack by the tree, there were signs of at least one person that had been here.
"Well their things are safe then." Kaimen's chakra flared up as he began absorbing all he could into his body.
"Leave Nothing Standing, make it all crumble." He said coldly.
"We'll move on when you're done. This marks the Main Dojo, and Kaze Dojo."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:00 pm
"RRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
ARTILLERY: DECONSTRUCTION!" Tier's arms switched into energy rifles as a large cone of yellow chakra formed over both the nozzles. Tier's single yellow eye analyzed the building's frontal structure and he pin pointed it's weak spots so it would crumble like dominoes.
Tier took aim and fired two devastating explosive shots from his energy rifles to the pinpoints as debris flew in different directions.
"TIER NEEDS TO RECHARGE."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:01 pm
"Recharge while we move." Kaimen said, sinking into the soil.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:03 pm
Tier cackled as he made his way towards the Tamashii Dojo. Walking past the crumbling structure that was the Kaze Dojo.
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