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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 6:40 pm
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xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx
Alzayr had to grin a bit, considering the reaction he'd received from the dark haired man. The monk let his limbs loosen up quite a bit, before even thinking of comprehending what he man had just inquired. He was searching for one guy, to fill in for the last spot in the cell, and it seemed someone was being scouted. Rising only a bit, leaning forward, so that he was supported by his elbows digging into the soil, the crimson haired man shrugged.
"Sounds reasonable, I've just got a couple of promises to keep before I wrap up over here, right?" Alzayr spoke, as he rolled back, and once more he used the shifting weight to settle back onto his feet, settling Shin'en back into his sash with a quick tie off. The comment nearly seemed to roll off as a question, testing the man's value when it came to the word of a true man.
"A man's soul wrought in iron!"
"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 6:52 pm
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Mi followed the exchange between the man and boy for a few minuets before clocking out. Her attention span was not really mandatory for that sort of banter. Anothe teammate or not, she could care less. What was really calling her attention was touching the water. She was curious to see if it was as cold as it looked. While they continued to chat, she moved towards the edge of the ground, where water met soil. Squatting down, she folded her kimono underneath her backside gracefully. Reaching out, she held her index finger above the water, willing it to practically float up the few centimeters and wrap around it. Sadly, it did not, so Mi let her finger dropp slightly. The water was ice cold to the touch, sending a shock up her arm. Quickly she pulled back, amazed at how it stung. Turning her head a little as she caught the ending portion to the two guys conversation she scowled. This guy was like a...."Rolly Polly." Mi said aloud, her voice a tad bit louder than she would have liked. Redish pink eyes finally settled on the stranger. He was constantly in motion or fidgiting. The way a Rolly Polly lived it's life.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:48 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 11:24 am
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xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx
Alzayr listened carefully, as if the entire situation could detonate in a moment, as the dark haired man spoke. It was almost as if he had turned his own question around, after a definite statement. The shinobi spoke simply, probably not the silver tongued devil that most shinobi strove to become, and yet Alzayr nodded simply.
"A man who can't keep his word is no man at all," the monk elaborated. Nothing was more important, for the vow one made within one's own heart was one to be taken to the ends of the Earth, if it was truly necessary to complete. "The name's Alzayr Hakemoto. Resident monk, I guess you could call me. Zay is usually the best thing to call me. Pronunciation tends to elude my name well."
The girl whom had just arrived was an odd one, more so than the monk would have believed. ADD, nearly it seemed, as the girl had turned away for a moment, and she began to gaze into the water. Clearly, the crimson haired monk had caught her attention somehow, as she spoke up. Her eyes were firmly settled upon him, and dumbfounded, the thought processed. Roly-poly. Wasn't that a... Was she referring to him as a bug? No man could truly be a bug! He'd deal with her at a later point.
The blond one seemed to be a bit more dramatic than Zay would have appreciated. They had managed to snag some kind of drama queen? Was she just looking like a man? It was all so troublesome, he shook his head.
"So, I'm assuming y'all will be here later still, huh? I'm supposed to swing by some dojo of sorts," Alzayr concluded, as he moved easily to grasp a hold of the scroll which had been lying near him.
"A man's soul wrought in iron!"
"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 2:44 pm
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Siden had followed behind Mi, hovering over her and causing the girl to look up to better see his face when he suddenly, and dramtically, took her words to be directed towards him. Scowling, she narrowed her eyes, the red in them standing out even more. There were lables for people like him. Tons and tons of lables but Mi would be better off biting her lip on this one. She stayed silent and just shrugged, letting him assume she was talking about him. If he thought she was talking about him as being fat then it would ammuse her to see what he would do to strip the weight he obviously didn't have. The red haired Rolly Polly intoduced himself then, Alzayr...er something. Rolly Polly had alread imprinted itself into Mi's mind. There was no way she would call him any different from this point on. Another person happened upon their merry group then. It was the boy who had been with Sid and left with Sid. He was in tatters and appeared as if he had gone through a battle just to get here. Looking down at her own clothing the small rips here and there resembled his own to a certain degree. At least she hadn't been the only one. This made her feel less guilty. Staying where she was squatted she just stared at Makoto, not really feeling like an introduction was exected from her at this point in time. "Can we start now?" The young woman asked, boredom apparent from her facial expression. Her gaze flickered and settled on Satoshi. At this distance she felt more comfortable to be a little less formal with him, the closer he stood to her the more rigid her disposition became.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 4:14 pm
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xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx
"Shouldn't be too long, Satoshi," the young man shrugged, as he began to turn away. It appeared that another had finally arrived. Dark haired and torn up, he had clearly found more difficulty in locating the falls than he seemed to speak of. So this was the Makoto that had been called to by the whiny young shinobi. It was still pretty troublesome as to whether or not the person was a very manly woman, or a very effeminate boy. Over all, Zay had judged that the blond could not possibly have been a man. Turning away from the crew, the monk began to walk toward the village.
"I should be back after some practice at the local dojo, as I had promised," the monk spoke simply, his voice rising in volume as he moved away, "For the record, I'm in a lean toward fire! I'll be sure to reintroduce myself when I get back... And then I'm sure we'll all be the best of pals! You'll never believe the fun we'll have!" All the while, his voice faded, form receded. He was off for the time being.
((Exit))
"A man's soul wrought in iron!"
"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 11:55 am
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'Anon', having wandered around the village, found this small waterfall, and saw the Kiri-Nin standing near each other, so he walked up and watched for a short while. After listening, and hearing that they were training, he sat on a rock a few feet away, taking a meditation pose. His Sand headband was easily visible, so perhaps they would get curios, perhaps not. He focused on his surroundings, and searched for his chakra inside of him. 1/5 CT: Meditation
He found the flow of chakra within himself, and started to slowly and calmly attempt to release a small part of it into his hands, as if he was preparing for a quick jutsu. Too much surged out at once, so he released the flow and emptied his hand's of his chakra. 2/5
He decided to wait a short while, and practiced running through the hand signs one at a time, slowly at first, then somewhat faster. It was important to practice forming hand signs in a flash, so that you could work quick in combat. 3/5
Satisfied, he once more concentrated a small amount of chakra into his hands, making sure to regulate the flow so not to much came out. Once he succeeded, he started juggling it from hand to hand, moving it back and forth, then splitting it into even amounts in both hands. 4/5
With the perfect amount of chakra in each hand, he ran through several basic hand signs while constraining the chakra in his hands, so as to not actually do a jutsu. Satisfied, he got up and stretched some, then returned to sitting on his rock, eyes closed and enjoying the sounds of nature. 5/5 +20-C
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 1:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 1:30 pm
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