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 Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:23 pm
Well, ma'am, I suggest you get some medical attention. You may..." It didn't take long for everything to come together, for the man to be taken to shinobi prion and for the woman to weep tears of joy instead of sadness. It made Akio feel good, to help someone. Then Isamaru had to ruin the moment with his perverted bullshit, something that really ticked the slightly-smaller chuunin off. "Sorry ma'am, but we're leaving." Akio grabbed Isamaru by the back of his shirt and yanked him hard, walking away while he dragged the idiot along. He glanced at the scroll he'd taken from Isamaru and made his way towards the markets. apparently, someone had been murdered and it was up to two strapping young Chuunin to deal with it, specifically Akio and his bumbling friend, Isamaru. Thus, he dragged.
[To the Market; Streets.]
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:16 pm
★☆★☆★"Fear Me Dear, For I Am Death,
I'll Take Your Hope, Your Dreams, Your Love,
Til There's Nothing Left"★☆★☆★
Doku looked at the items she had purchased, and laughed as she continued to watch over them. The first thing she needed to do, was put on the appropriate safety equipment. She placed the Goggles and the Trench Coat, as well as the Breath Mask on and the Mechanic's Lenses. Then, she pulled out the bomb materials and laughed quietly as she placed them down. The first thing to do was place the casing out. Doku pulled out what looked like a small plastic cube, and unscrewed the hinges, opening it up in to two halves. The first thing to do, was take the four portions of gun powder, and placed them in a small sac Doku had laying around. She then placed it in to the middle, putting a long explosive catalyst [fuse] in the center and allowing for it to be long enough to hang out and be lit long enough to be placed for a proper explosion.
The next part, was the explosive chemicals. The woman took four small shot glasses and placed the three portions of chemicals within, and smiled as the now powdery substance would eventually cause a mass explosion. Now, the woman took all of the bombs and cut them open carefully using the manuals to properly do it without the bombs exploding. Doku grabbed on to the top half of the bomb now, and took her small littles paper sacs that she crafted. She placed the insides of the small ball-like bombs within the two sacs, one sac for smoke the other for gas. She then smiled as she placed it against the top half of the case, and nodded her head, placing the top of the case on. The prototype was now complete. The girl screwed it together, and hid it within her desk. This was a secret weapon for her, and she would use it destroy the opposing villages. Then, she was gone once more, her animals following, her mechanical attire removed.
★☆★☆★"Come Along Follow Me As I Lead Through The Darkness"★☆★☆★
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:39 pm
 Inka Hizaraxxxx˪ ˲ 'It was all useless! It couldn't save her! Useless!
࿇ [Enter] Inka Hizara walked down the street towards the Shinobi apartments, dark eyes creased up into crescents by the confident and determined smile he had on his face. He had finally chosen, on his walk to the apartments, where he would tie his headband. He'd decided to keep it around his neck, tied tight enough so any blow to the vital region would be hampered, but it was still loose enough so that he might be able to breath easily and without discomfort. Walking up into the main office of the building, Inka explained his discussion with the Mizukage, and forms were given to him to fill out. He hesitated at the section that asked for his name, uncertainty on how to proceed. Would it be lying to leave out 'Shakuton' as his last name? No, he decided. It would not be lying because he no-longer was a Shakuton, nor ever will be again. 'Inka Hizara' was written and he filled in the rest of the form fine from there on. Handing back the document, he was given a key, the name and location of his apartment's door etched into the metal surface. Dark eyes inspected the key for a brief second before he started to head up to his new 'home'.
'417' The door's brass plate spoke, matching the number on the key in Inka's hand. Floor 4, room 17. He liked those numbers, perhaps even more so now that they had a physical meaning for him. Unlocking and opening the door, Inka stepped into a beige room with a wooden bed frame tucked into a corner. There was no dust, so empty rooms must be kept clean by the caretaker? Well, it was Inka's job to keep it clean now. Something to do in between missions and training... Inka sighed, feeling a calm amidst all the sparks he had going off inside of him earlier. This was home.
• Performer • Renounced Shakuton • Kirigakure Genin • Volatiles Expert
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 4:31 am
Inka Hizaraxxxx˪ ˲ 'It was all useless! It couldn't save her! Useless!
࿇ Inka walked over to the nearest window, dark eyes looking down through the clear glass to the street below and the village spread out before him. A hand reached up and unlocked the window before pushing the bottom pane up to let the fresh air in. Inka bent down and leaned out the window, hands planted firmly on the frame, grip tight as he leaned precariously far out on his tiptoes. Inka breathed in deep, thin lips open in a toothy smirk, and he exhaled, yelling. A wordless yell of excitement and built up, bursting energy that was boiling away in his chest, in his lungs. So he let it out over the city - the start of his new life. Grinning like a mad dog, Inka was breathing heavily, still filled with energy but thrilled that he had just yelled out over the city. Ducking back in with a jolt in his step, Inka turned and grabbed his keys, leaving his new home and locking the door behind him. The performer dashed down the stairs four at a time, leaping out onto the street and heading towards the Mizukage's office, ready for his first mission - as promised by the kage himself. [exit]
• Performer • Renounced Shakuton • Kirigakure Genin • Volatiles Expert
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 12:54 am
----------from the academy/dojo----------
The 5x5 block living district wasn't difficult to find, & Nekita was thankful for it. Meandering along to the offices, she met up with the old woman that took care of them, & received a notice for housing. Directly in the center of the district, her small flat sat nestled between several others on a top floor. The key slid easily into the lock provided, & the door revealed a sparse room. Gliding over the wooden floor, Nekita shut the blackout curtains & lightly locked the door before disrobing for a shower. In the semi-darkness, she wouldn't be hurt from the continual rays of the sun, & her eyes allowed for superb night vision. Taking her cloak into the bathroom, she closed the door & hung it on the back side, it being one of her sole pieces of garment. Just like a shinobi, she was in & out before the telltale signs of running water could be heard, its waste kept to a minimum. Putting everything back on once more, she opened a window even though the light wouldn't get through. Leaning out, a small ledge was available. "This district needs more in the way of plants," she slightly complained, "but I appreciate the comfort of a place I can call home. I'll talk to the old landlord granny about sprucing it up, tomorrow, I guess." Pulling back into the room, Nekita closed & latched the window, hopping into the first bed she'd encountered in a long, long while. Some time later, she exited from her appartment, heading back to the academy.
----------to the academy----------
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:23 pm
 T S U R U Y A X K O U H E I [ Kirigakure | Chuunin | Genjutsu Brawler ] ____________________________________________ Two figures entered the apartment building. Bare feet trod along the floor of the building, the owner held a pipe in his hand and would take a smoke every few minutes. To many, it would seem as though Kouhei were just smoking to look cool, but in reality it was the only thing that was keeping him from going and strangling his student. He approached the housing services only to see the person on duty was going through some papers. In his left hand, Kouhei held the scroll which the Kage had entrusted him. The kiseru once more touched his lips, and Kouhei released a breath: a thin effluvium of smoke that spread throughout the room. This appeared to get the housing service person's attention, and she looked up, waving the smoke out of her face with one hand and coughing into the other. A glare of "don't smoke in here", and Kouhei took the pipe from his lips. While not smoking it, he held the delicate-looking, yet not so delicate, object in between his index and middle finger. The end that, should he smoke it, would go in his mouth was settled under his index finger and the other end went over his middle finger. This right hand rested on the counter top while Kouhei's deep violet eyes seemed to stare through to the woman's soul.
"May I help you? The woman spoke, seeming mildly irritated by Kouhei's smoking; but she couldn't be too irritated as it was very obvious that Kouhei was not smoking to irritate people, nor was he smoking simply for the sake of getting her attention. It was obvious that there was some "deeper" meaning to his smoking, even if it was just addiction, even to someone who was not gifted in reading people. Her voice, as she spoke these four words, reflected on her mild irritation as well as her inability to remain irritated. The bony left hand, gingerly holding the scroll, handed it to the woman. "Madame Kage sent us for this man," Kouhei nodded his head backwards towards Yokai, "Yokai's housing arrangements." The woman's eyes scanned the piece of paper, saw the Kage's seal, nodded in recognition and folded the parchment once more. She placed it on the counter, undoubtedly to file later once Yokai had moved in.
She stepped forward once again, read to show Yokai to his apartment. Kouhei thought it would be best to wait for Yokai to get moved in, though he also thought it prudent to go and collect Uchiha so as to avoid any further incidents. Undoubtedly, the Genin had already figured that getting as badly injured as he had would mean that some of his freedoms would be restricted. Such as his freedom to "train" independently. It wasn't as if this was good for Kouhei, either... He had his own training to accomplish, and looking after Uchiha was just another task, another thing keeping him from doing anything to improve his own Shinobi skills. He did not want to seem rude, but... "Yokai, if you're all set here, I really ought to be off..." His voice was still flat, but there was a touch of irritation and even a little anxiety. Irritation at his situation and anxiety so as to avoid letting Uchiha get into trouble again. He let these emotions show through so that Yokai, and not the woman, would understand that he really needed to leave, and it wasn't just because he didn't like Yokai or was irritated at babysitting Yokai all day. There was some irritation at that, of course, but his more pressing issue was that punk...
((Finally got my RPing motivation back =D)) ____________________________________________
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:06 am
Trickster トリック スター Age: : : unknown
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Intentions: : : unknown| 鬼 | Yokai says,"...I'm fine." Yokai nodded at Kouhei then smiled at the woman. It was his first real smile since he got here and the woman blushed, left over irritation melting off her features "Thanks, Kouhei-san..." he nodded again and shifted his bag of clothes on his shoulder as the woman took a key out of the drawer, chatting that he should follow along "Good luck with...well, whatever is going on." he waved and followed the woman up a set of stairs, vanishing from Kouhei's sight as she led him to his room. I may know nothing...but I know the side I'm on
is MY OWN.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:27 am
T S U R U Y A X K O U H E I [ Kirigakure | Chuunin | Genjutsu Brawler ] ____________________________________________ Those feet, slightly dirty from travelling on them all day, snapped together. His chest bowed low, his blank eyes on the floor in a deep bow out of respect and courtesy. Kouhei knew that it was his fault that Uchiha had gotten injured and ducking out of here so early was probably rude. "Shitsurei shimashita." he said, his words still flat but connecting together in a flowing, almost melodic statement. Kouhei was excusing himself for the entire situation of leaving, though not particularly directed at the woman who would have to be assisting Yokai in his absence. There was no reason to excuse himself from her, but at the same time he spoke so quickly, yet not rushed, that one wouldn't be able to tell that he was excusing himself out of embarrassment for his student rather than common courtesy. But that all depended on how good one was at reading people...
He lifted his chest and breathed deeply. Before leaving, he carefully tucked away his kiseru. Once more, he bowed and nodded towards Yokai, hoping that the mysterious man truly would be alright. Without another word, Kouhei left to go track down his student.
[Exit, Academy] ____________________________________________
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:43 am
Trickster トリック スターAge: : : unknown
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Intentions: : : unknown| 鬼 | Yokai says,Yokai followed the woman up three flights of stairs, his expression sleepy. He was glad that Kouhei had left...I hate this feeling of being a burden... he rubbed his neck as she opened the door to a flat. It was a large room with an open second floor for the bedroom, a kitchen and bathroom on the first floor and a wide open plan. He thanked her and took the key, closing and locking the door behind her before looking around No cooking utensils. Don't know if I can cook though. No furniture...don't know what I like... he sighed and wandered over to a door, opening it to reveal a closet with a futon frame and plain black futon. Yokai dragged it out, not bothered by the weight in the least and set it up close to the only window on the first floor "...haaa..." he sat on it then flopped over, letting his bag drop to the floor and stared out the window "..." he closed his eyes with a sigh and fell into a light doze, drifting into sleep. I may know nothing...but I know the side I'm on
is MY OWN.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:23 pm
Trickster トリック スターAge: : : unknown
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Intentions: : : unknown| 鬼 | Yokai says,Falling off his bed was not the way he'd hoped to wake up but Yokai woke up regardless. His head and shoulders were on the floor, arms splayed out to his sides and his legs upon the bed still. At least one was anyways because the other was bent at an angle in the air Hmm...This is actually kind of...comfortable... he thought, yawning without trying to change his position. He didn't appear to have been sleeping too long and he rubbed his eyes as he looked around his apartment form upside down "Its still empty." he said with a frown and a yawn "I'm bored..." he flipped his legs over his head and came up facing the futon "It...it wouldn't do any harm to just...wander around would it?"he asked the futon. The futon had no reply "I don't think it will...right? Right...maybe..." Yokai crossed his arms, debating with himself as he crouched on the floor, talking to the futon. After a moment, he stood and put a hand on the futon "This was a good talk." Yokai said, fighting back a grin at his foolishness. He straightened out his jacket a bit, didn't even bother with his hair and left the apartment.
((Exit)) I may know nothing...but I know the side I'm on
is MY OWN.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:33 pm
Mobility Outfit - Pic
----------from the dojo----------
Heading home after the long day training, Nekita shunned her kimono & facial coverings as soon as the door & blinds were shut. Running her dirty clothings through the washing & drying cycles, she hung them all up before heading in for a shower, amongst other things. Waking the following morning, she donned a new outfit, adding a slight tassled dagger to her thigh & putting her hair up through an accessory. Two beads hung from a braid she had made, & they swung back and forth aside her mask. Fingers of ice blue tempered the oni stitched upon one of her shoulders, & her sandals had been traded out for thigh high socks with calf-laced boots. Her belt held a new practice fan that she had picked up from the corner market, but it was still just as flimsy as the old one, & wasn't even priced as the shoppe's owner was throwing it out with his rubbish. Locking her door on the way out, she was excited to meet up with Inka again, & hummed a little tune as the clouds rolled overhead. (chakra restored)
----------to Kiri Utami's School----------
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:53 pm
Inka Hizaraxxxx˪ ˲ 'It was all useless! It couldn't save her! Useless!'
࿇ Inka was walking slowly up the street towards the apartment building, completely at ease after his extended bath in the hotsprings. Walking into the building, the genin took the stairs up to the fourth floor, walking to room 417 and unlocking it. Dropping his keys on the sidetable, the genin went straight to bed, barely finding the strength or will to care to undress and kick off his shoes before slumping into the bed.
Waking up the next morning, Inka was sitting up in bed, looking out the open window by his head. He still had a little while before he had to get up and get ready, so he decided to just look out the window and enjoy the view, still feeling the fantastic effects of the hot springs from last night. With just over an hour to get ready and be at the dojo Inka finally dragged himself up and out the bed...
Dressed in clean clothes and weapons holstered on his belts correctly, Inka grabbed his keys and left his apartment, locking it behind him.
[enter & exit]
• Weaponised Performer • Renounced Shakuton • Kirigakure Genin • Volatiles Expert
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:35 pm
 Satoshi Hatake
Konin || Ninjutsu || Samurai || Hatake || Kirigakure
Satoshi opened the door to his apartment and switched on the light. There were two bedrooms, a kitchen, a laundry room and two bathrooms. After stepping in, Satoshi closed the door and noticed several delicate and flimsy spiderwebs set up in the corners of the living room. He sighed and took the sack of money from his shirt and placed it on the bar that lined the kitchen. Satoshi then took out his own sack of Ryo and placed it beside the other. He joined the two amounts into one sack and took the empty one into his bedroom. Inside was a single bed and a dresser. He threw the empty sack into one of the dresser drawers that held several undergarments. Satoshi then turned to his neatly made bed and sat down. He rarely turned on the lights and enjoyed the lights that came in from the outside. Satoshi removed his two katanas from his hip and placed them near the door to the bathroom that was directly linked to his room. He opened the door to his closet but did not step in. Instead, he put his hand out and reached behind the wall to turn some device. There was a beep before the light turned on. The lights revealed an assortment of weaponry and sets of armor lining the wall. The closet was large enough to house four sets of Daisho, two sets of armor, one class case of kunai knives and a box of exploding tags. There was a small rack that Satoshi had left in to keep his few outfits including the one he wore. He took another set of clothing and walked out of the room turning the security device once again, reactivating it. After placing his own clothes to be washed in the washer, Satoshi made his way to his shower and took his own katanas inside the bathroom as well. He stood at the sink and mirror and looked at himself.
It had been a long while since he had taken a look at himself. He had been on his own for so long that he had forgotten himself. The countless scars scattered all over his body reminded him of his match with Doku Le. It had been the single most humiliating moment of his life. He had been powerless to stop her and had vowed never to be defeated so easily again. Satoshi then traced a longer scar that ran across his ribs on the right. It had been from his closest friend in that time: Kiri. Satoshi smiled and shook his head as he went to turn on the shower. As he showered, he thought about the way Mi had defended Yokai so feverishly. Had she gotten to know him so well? Who would be capable of gaining Mi's greatest regards? Satoshi found himself feeling disturbed. He would find Yokai and meet him. Satoshi would see what it was about him that made him so exceptional. After getting dressed and placing his katanas back to his waist, Satoshi left the apartment and headed for the Academy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:24 pm
Kein Uchiha
Kumogakure Advisor (Konin) ۞ Defender of Clouds ۞ Kumogakure ۞ Three Tomoe Sharingan ۞
۞Master of the Uchiha Arts ۞
Ryo:20200両 ۞ AC:51900 ۞ Chakra : 1180
Kein pulled the key for the room he had rented from his pocket and opened the door. He did not pull the door shut instead said," Last one get the door." He made his way over to the couch and sat down rather content.
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