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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 8:21 am
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When Amaya exited the forge she was met with an awe inspiring and mind boggling image. The world before her was drenched in pale blue light as if someone had placed blue tinted paper over the sun and it was projecting the gorgeous color upon its land. Everything took on a new life and the black haired Keiji appeared to glow with the light reflecting off of her ever pale skin. The gentle, warm spring breeze tugged at the hem of her shirt and the wisps of hair that haloed her head. While the image that lay out before her was perfection, it was more concerning than incredible under the circumstances. Normally exiting the forge would drop a person at the back edge of the marketplace, but the child was next to a lake. There was thick, lush grass cushioning her feet and the air rippled with water droplets that inexplicably hung as if tied in place by an invisible thread. There were no people, but there was still plenty of life. Dragonflies darted about and their butterfly partners drifted and floated lazily from place to place. The song of the birds had never once been so perfectly harmonized as it was in that moment; each and every song coming together to create a symphonic utopia. There were sprays of thousands of wild flowers that dance beneath the massive, looming trees that seemed to never end; blending into the boundless sky above.
Alongside the largest moon that Amaya had ever set eyes on were hundreds of thousands of stars. So many that the child could spend the rest of her life lying on her back in that very moment and never see them all. No wonder the world was so alive at that very moment. Though the black haired girl simply wanted to lose herself in the majesty, lay amongst the wild flowers and watch the dancing of the dragonflies and butterflies, the swaying of the leaves, and the twinkling of the cosmos that loomed overhead, the young girl knew that this was far, far from the ordinary and she couldn’t let herself get caught up in the impeccable perfection. So, the girl pressed forwards to the lake. What she hadn’t seen from as far back as she had been was the supernatural nature of the lake. Amaya had expected the water to appear like it was glowing, but what hadn’t expected was the translucent nature of the water. The sight dancing before her eyes was the shadowed representation of every single living thing below the water. It appeared as if there were a thousand shadows just swimming about under the surface of the lake. The girl’s breath was caught from her chest as she took in the wonder. Whatever this was had began as pure horror, but now she found herself not wanting to leave. The glowing child crouched down, her knees and ankles pressed together with timidity, and she lowered her cupped hands into the liquid. It was cool but it didn’t have a feeling to it. The water was like air in her hands; weightless and neither wet nor dry. It was bizarre and the girl found herself captivated by the strange substance. Was this water?
However, the Keiji’s attention was quickly drawn from the water in her hands back to the monstrous lake before her. This strange liquid was rising into the air, creating a form that she just couldn’t make out. Instead of being forced from her chest, the girl found the air locked in her chest and refusing to leave. It didn’t take long before a massive, mostly transparent, dragon loomed before her. The enormity of the creature was staggering and Amaya’s legs went weak. Unable to hold herself up, the child fell forward onto her knees with a gentle splash as the water began to soak into the fabric. This creature was long and thin like the dragons she had heard about in stories, but she had never believed them to be real. Two long whisker-like tendrils floated and swirled about beside the creature’s massive jaws, almost hypnotizing the girl. She sat there, locked eye to eye with the mythical being; well, both of her eyes looked into one of its eyes. They were the same golden color that Amaya had seen in the Senju and Akeru and they were transfixing. However, the girl pulled back into herself when one of those tendrils reached out towards her. In fear, though unable to run away, the girl slowly leaned back and away from the advancing foreign object. Despite her feeble effort to get away from it, the whisker touched the center of her forehead as it glowed a brilliant blue, Amaya felt herself losing control.
With a quick jerk of her head, Amaya’s shining black eyes snapped open as the instinctively darted back and forth about the room. She was still in the kitchen. Hiroshi was still there in her lap. If the clock on the wall was correct, than she had only been out for a few seconds, a minute at most. Her breathing was quick and her heart fluttered like a rabbit’s as both her arms wrapped around the sleeping toddler and pressing him lovingly into her. Whatever it was she had just experienced, a dream, had nothing on what was right there in front of her; no matter how brilliant and perfect it was. The girl sighed lightly as she realized that she was back from the recesses of her mind and that unnatural realm of her imagination. Then, almost as quickly as it had ended, Amaya resumed her rocking and her humming, replacing the damp ice rag on the back of her brother’s head as she recited that same little lullaby.
Treat Injury
Description: While rough housing with his fellow brethren, Hiroshi fell backwards off the couch and hit his head. While Sada attends to the other three boys Amaya needs to ice and treat the growing bump.
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Treat Injury (+0)
Attempts: 12
Train: 8/10
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 9:14 am
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Glad that she was back from Never Never Land, Amaya quietly rocked and hummed her slumbering toddler brother, Hiroshi, as she continued tending to the gradual receding bump on the back of his head. Even though the images that had been conjured in her sleep were beautiful beyond compare, it was lacking and she would never have been happy in such an existence. It missed all of the important people in her life and it was those people who dictate the direction of her life. Without them there was no progress and no perspective. Visual beauty, when cut down to the core, was hollow and meaningless. Yes, it was nice to look at but that was all it could offer a person; whereas the people in one’s life offer value and motion. They constantly shift and changing, causing whomever they are in contact with to do the same of be left behind in the remnants of a previous existence. People created purpose and gave day to day life that dynamic interest that constantly moved the young girl. Without them, she would simply exist; not live.
Amaya’s aunt, her mother’s sister, had always teased her about the things she thought and said since they weren’t indicative of a young lady her age. No, her aunt had always told her that she was an eighty year old trapped in the body of an eight year old and that she would never find a suitable husband until she was well beyond her marrying years. Whenever the child’s aunt would say things like that Amaya was just smile or giggle. After all, why would she take such poor knowledge from a woman who had yet to find a husband for herself? It was really a silly matter and Sada would always butt in saying “Best to be capable of caring for yourself than relying on a man that may never come around.” That was a quick way to silence Sada’s sister, but Amaya knew just how true those words rang. If the girl never married, she didn’t want to become like her aunt; dependent on the few family members who were close enough in proximity and willing to take care of her when the frequent occasion called for it. No, that would be a miserable existence. Instead, Amaya would focus on becoming a self sufficient entity and then allow others to integrate into her life as the occasion called for it. That seemed like a logical enough approach for her. The eldest child of the Keiji family was determined to be that rock that any of them could come running to when they needed anything. She would be there to offer the same protection and support that she had so far been lucky enough to grow up with. She was blessed and she knew it. There were very few unfavorable characters in her life and that was always appreciated. Her family was, more or less, intact and she had been raised knowing most of them. There were countless children who weren’t offered those same opportunities.
Treat Injury
Description: While rough housing with his fellow brethren, Hiroshi fell backwards off the couch and hit his head. While Sada attends to the other three boys Amaya needs to ice and treat the growing bump.
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Treat Injury (+0)
Attempts: 13
Train: 9/10
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 9:36 am
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There was a slack in Hiroshi’s arm that looped around Amaya’s neck that told her that the child was gone for the night and he wouldn’t be coming back. She hadn’t heard any rousing from the other three boys, but that wasn’t uncommon in the house. Their older sister was very good at tiring the four out so that they slept through the night and Sada was more or less a professional at raising children, so it didn’t come as too big of a surprise that she had managed to do the same along with her daily duties that she took on as a housewife. Though it must have been commonplace for Sada, Amaya still couldn’t fathom how her mother managed to do the same things over and over again, day in and day out. However, at the same time the child understood: this was what her mother loved. Sada loved her family and her home, so caring for them must have been second nature. Even with that kind of understanding, it was still an incredible feat in the eyes of the daughter and she would always admire her mother for it.
With the ice all but gone and soaked into the rag and the small lump on Hiroshi’s head practically gone it was time to retire the boy. Carefully slipping off the counter and onto her stool, Amaya lowered the two of them back down to the floor. Hiroshi sat in his sister’s arms, straddling her hips with his chubby toddler legs, leaned against her chest with all of his unconscious weight, and had both arms flung over her shoulders where he had once been clinging for every moment of personal attention that he could squeeze out of the situation. A little line of drool dribbled from the edge of the toddler’s mouth out onto Amaya’s right shoulder and slowly slinking down her back. While the girl had learned to be alright with her brothers’ various bodily excrements, it was still a disgusting feeling. However, with nothing that could be done about it that very moment, the girl simply continued walking through the family home. In a bee line to the boy’s room, Amaya couldn’t help but pause at his door. The last time she had entered this room he had been missing; but that had all been a dream. After sliding the door open and crossing the floor to the crib, the young girl carefully lowered her brother into his bed while up on a stool so that she could reach far enough down in the crib. Her eyes scanned the bed wondering where in the world his blanket was. Giving up on the crib, she looked around the room to find the green cloth wadded up in the corner. Hiroshi must have been playing with it earlier that day. With a soft flutter, the girl lowered the blanket over the top of her brother though she knew he would kick it off in the night. Then, she kissed her fingertips, touched them to his forehead, and slipped out of the room to go tend to the soaking rag sitting on the kitchen counter.
Treat Injury
Description: While rough housing with his fellow brethren, Hiroshi fell backwards off the couch and hit his head. While Sada attends to the other three boys Amaya needs to ice and treat the growing bump.
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Treat Injury (+0)
Attempts: 14
Train: 11/10
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:03 am
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Naturally, as soon as Amaya was freed from her brother’s captivity she felt wide awake and restless. It was a cycle that the young girl had yet discovered how to break. The boys’ bed time would loom closer and as they grew tired their older sister would follow suit. However, as soon as their heads hit the pillow the girl would immediately come to life. This was usually the time that she would do her chores and tonight was going to be no different. With the loss of weight from her brother, it felt as if she was floating down the hall and into the kitchen. Stepping back up onto her stool, Amaya used the abandoned rag to clean up the little puddle of water on the counter and the placed it by the sink to dry. It was just water, so there was no reason to wash it right now. Now what was there to do? For the first time that evening, Amaya realized that she didn’t know what needed to be done since she had been gone all day. Maybe she would talk her parents into hanging a board on the wall so that they could list what all needed to be done at the end of the day. The girl’s thoughts were interrupted by her parents entering from the dining room. It was like they had a sixth sense that told them when the boys were asleep and it was safe to come out.
Having to deal with both the boys and the house for the majority of the day had exhausted Sada, so she kneeled to squeeze her daughter and kiss her on the forehead before slipping off to her room for the night. With her mother gone, Amaya looked over to her father, who was fetching himself a glass of water. He would be up for a few more hours at least going through paperwork and just winding down from the day. Taking a long, heavy drink, the man walked over to his daughter; somewhat precariously since his head was tilted back with the glass. Amaya spoke as the man placed his hand on top of her head. ”Is there anything that needs to be done tonight?” When it was just Yukio and Amaya they didn’t ever addressed one another by their names or titles. It was a kind of working relationship that they had developed since the girl started working in the forge alongside her father, something special that only the two of them shared in the privacy of each other’s company.
The man stood there as he seemed to ponder momentarily, though it was all an act – of course he had work for his daughter to do if she so desired. His voice gentle carried about the kitchen as he left her side to put his glass in the sink. He was very wasteful in that sense, but he had never been raised to appreciate just how many dishes there were to do in a day, so he didn’t understand why it was such an unnecessary act. ”I made a new batch of senbon this afternoon. How about you go in the alley and give them a test run. There are ten of them in a box at the base of the stairs. Come tell me how well they fly when you’re done.” With that, he took his leave to the living room, leaving his daughter verging on bouncing off the walls with excitement. Yukio didn’t know what kind of weapon training Amaya had done earlier that day, but he had a feeling that senbon were going to fit in best with her style. The young girl also entered the living room, but only to take the door that opened to the forgery stairs. After slipping on her shoes, the child bounced down the stairs and sure enough found the box of senbon. Placing them in her leg pouch, which she had neglected to take off after arriving home, the black haired girl slipped out the back door and into the privatized alleyway.
It was privatized in the sense that the businesses there shared it and all agreed to fence it off from the common streets. That way they could take in deliveries and store some items of lesser value outside without having to be in constant fear of someone just walking up and taking what they wanted. While it wasn’t a foolproof solution, it was enough to ward off the people who would do so out of convenience, which was the biggest nuisance. To the left of the exit were various boxes of various supplies from the various businesses, though there were only three of them that shared the area, and to the left was the testing lane. A couple of thick wooden posts showed significant damage from people taking hacks at them with their swords and at the end of the alley, up against the fence, was a wooden, faceless dummy peppered with holes from testing the countless throwing weapons that had been made.
There were a few overhead lights that shone down on the alleyway, also another deterrent to the mischievous since it was harder to steal well lit objects; that caused Amaya’s shadow to dance beneath her feet as she quietly made her way back towards the dummy. Picking a reasonable distance, the child took in a deep breath to prepare herself. It was exciting, but she had to remember that she was dealing with weapons. Plus, she was dealing with a weapon that didn’t have a handle and was sharpened on both ends. The girl felt confident with her throwing abilities thanks to all of the training that Akeru helped her with that afternoon and it was senbon that she had originally watched to work with; though she never would have said so to the male Uchiha since he was already going well out of his way to provide weapons and assistance towards her training. Amaya didn’t know what it was, but the senbon felt right in her hand and, without hesitation, she allowed it to fly from her hand and towards her target. To her delighted surprise, the needle sunk deep into the heart of the dummy. Her smile brightened ever so slightly even though there was no one around to witness her accomplishment; it was one of those little personal victories that was to be cherished.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 9/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 1
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 5/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 6:50 am
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A gentle, warm spring breeze swept through the streets and the alleys; surrounding the relatively bare village it its embrace as the black haired child took in a deep breath of the fragrant wind. With it being war time in Konohagakure, a curfew had been issued by the military that forced many of the inhabitants of the village back into their houses at sundown. Until she moved up the ranks to a genin, young Amaya was also under the hold of these regulations. While she knew they were for the good of the people, herself included, it always made her nervous when she came out to work in the alleyway after dark. She didn’t enjoy getting in trouble and the last thing she needed to do was have some sort of run in with any police officers. That wouldn’t go over so well with her parents and her enrollment in the Academy was conditional on her parent’s whim. The girl didn’t want to give them any reason to pull her from her newly beloved school. After all, she was excelling in her training, she more or less enjoyed the time with her teammates, and this was a path that truly held her captivation. As if she didn’t need any more reasons, Amaya had now learned enough to start pondering her specialization. That was something that she was going to have to spend a lot of dedication to because she didn’t have a family reputation to follow and she didn’t have any relatively evidence affinity towards anything yet. Then again, they were only working on basic Academy jutsu, so that was to be expected.
The next senbon had made its way into the child’s small hand and the pads of her thumbs rubbed the smooth metal, taking in the feel. The black haired Keiji knew that she was going to utilize senbon and shuriken as her ranged weapons while kunai would be exclusively for melee combat if she carried them. As she had the time before, the girl took the weapon and allowed to it fly from her hand in the direction of the dummy. Though it wasn’t as spot on and the throw wasn’t as hard as the time before, there was still the sight of the satisfying sinking of the pointed metal into the wooden stomach of the dummy as the child hit her target once more; something that she was quite glad about. While it wasn’t a fatal hit by any means, it was still satisfying since this was the girl’s second attempt at senbon and she didn’t have any instruction. During her target practice at the Academy, Amaya had Akeru helping her the entire time. However, it appeared as though the young girl was catching onto the form and the consistence, but that was probably jinxing her too.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 8/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 2
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 7/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 3:55 pm
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Content that she had so far made two successful strikes on her opponent, even though he was immobile, the child continued on with her training. Amaya paused when she took out this next senbon, looking over the line. It seemed even enough, but there was something off about the weight. While she couldn’t pinpoint it, the child allowed it to seesaw between her fingers while her head tilted to the side in slight confusion. It wasn’t like Yukio to make a product of inferior value, but it was entirely possible that her father was testing her to see if she actually had a conscious train of thought while working with weaponry; which was essential. Sneaky, sneaky father. If Amaya hadn’t been expecting such a trick it was entirely possible that she simply would have overlooked the weapon. However, before she had left for the Academy that morning, Yukio had pulled her off to the side. Amaya, you’ve chosen a very difficult and dangerous path to follow and I will not stop you. I believe this sort of passion is in your blood. However, I will be keeping an eye on you and I will be assuring myself that you are as prepared as humanly possible when you receive your calling. Those words echoed and bounced around uneasily in the child’s head, but she wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t that great of a surprise that her father would be watching her because, as calm and relaxed as he tended to be, he was an incredibly protective man and no more so than for his family. However, he also made sure that those in his family could stand on their own without him behind them; at least he made sure of that with Sada and Amaya, the boys wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.
Smiling at the thought of her loving fire, Amaya looked up at the wooden dummy that rested at the end of the alley. With a shallow breath, the girl brought back her arm to let her weapon fly. However, just as she began to come forward, there was a wooden crash behind her and the screeching of an alley cat as it bolted from its hiding place, hopping over the fence behind her; causing the black haired girl to jump and throw her senbon incorrectly. Without looking where it hit, the child quickly spun on her toes to see that the cat had knocked over a box of apples that one of their neighbors had been keeping in the fenced alley. Placing her hand over her heart, which had sped up from the surprise; Amaya let out a slight sigh as she walked over to right the box and its contents. There was the ever present smile that played on her lips even as she went to clean up after some good for nothing alley cat. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a good for nothing, but it didn’t stay around long enough for her to pet and play with it.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 7/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 3
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 8/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 7:31 pm
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With a strong push from her little legs, the black hair Keiji child righted the wooden crate that had been knocked over by the stray cat only moments before. Amaya was able to do that easily since it was her arms that she had been working during the day at the Academy. Those pushups were beginning to tighten the unhappy muscles in her back and shoulders, but it was a good feeling since it meant that she was improving. There were a few glossy red apples that had spilled out onto the dirt, so one by one the child lifted them and cleaned off the dusted surface on the edge of her tank top. She was going to have to watch it anyways, so there was no need for her to bother keeping it clean. Plus, her mother was already asleep and that was the person that she had to worry about the most in terms of clothes getting dirty. Then again, Amaya did do her own laundry, so it wasn’t like her mother was liable to find out. Why did any of this matter? The child shook her head gently, her black tresses swaying from side to side, as she mentally laughed at herself for her endless and sporadic train of thought. Finally, all of the apples were back in their crate and, with the feline culprit nowhere to be see, The Keiji returned to her spot in order to continue on with her training.
Looking at the dummy, Amaya saw that her most recent attempt was just barely clinging to the side of the dummy. Then again, that wasn’t much of a surprise since the crash had startled her mid throw. To top it off, that was the senbon that was oddly weighted, so it wasn’t going to fly like any of the others anyways. So, given the circumstances, it was a decent try while it wasn’t astounding. A soft shrug lifted the child’s shoulders, though not very high since they had been worked hard at the Academy that morning, as she mentally laughed at herself. Then, with the ever tender touch of her fingers, the black haired girl slipped the next senbon out of her leg pouch and mentally prepared herself; bringing herself back from the incident that altered the path of her last throw. Slowly taking in a breath, then releasing it, the child let the weapon fly in front of her. There was the satisfying sight of the needle sinking into the forehead of the wooden dummy, quickly slowing in velocity as the target claimed the weapon.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 6/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 4
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 11/31 points
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Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 7:30 am
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That same warm spring evening breeze brushed against the dark black lengths of Amaya’s hair as she stood there alone in the alleyway. There had once been a time when she was younger, though “younger” in this case only referred to a few weeks ago, that the Keiji female was terrified of being in the alley alone at night. While some of that rapid change may have been thanks to her increase in age, the child couldn’t help but wonder if part of this newfound security was thanks to her short training at the Academy and her being armed. Sure, there wasn’t much that she had perfected in the day, though in other people’s eyes the level of progress over a single day would be astonishing, but it was enough to allow her confidence in her own capabilities soar. That was the most likely explanation to her lack of concern. However, the one thing that always remained in the back of her mind was the fact that police forces did indeed patrol the streets at night and if they found her out there is was 50/50 on whether or not she would get in trouble. The alley had been legally privatized by the businesses that exited into it and it had been fenced off. Regardless, there were plenty of officers who would be having a bad night and choose to raise a stink about it anyways. In those cases she would just have to smile, nod her head, and go get her father because they were certain to send for her parent so that they could be lectured about letting their eight year old Academy student out on the streets alone at night. There had been one time when the girl had been bringing in a couple of boxes for her father when an officer caught her. Well, not only did he lecture her father on her being out at night, she wasn’t even an Academy student at that point, but he also lectured him for being out at night since he was a civilian. That had disgusted the child that that officer of the law would do such a thing. It was that sort of self worth corruption inherent in the system that she found so appalling.
Perhaps that was another unconscious reason why the young girl decided to pursue the path of the shinobi, as if there were enough reasons as is. Amaya lifted out another senbon from the pouch on her leg. There was a smile on the child’s lips as she drew the weapon back, but she startled yet again as she released the weapon into the air. As her arm had come forward, she had felt something bump against her leg. Looking back and down, the girl saw a dusty stray, presumably the one that had knocked over the crate just moments before was at her feet rubbing back and forth against her calf in figure eight sweeps. It was odd just how friendly how all the stray cats were around there, but the various businesses of the alley had a habit of feeding them all too. The smile on the child’s face grew all the more as she watched the feline, even though it had just sabotaged her most recent training attempt. Walking over to the forge, leaving the cat meowing sadly for her attention, the girl reached into the door where they kept the cat food. Amaya came back over and, sitting on her knees, placed the food dish down. Forgetting all about the human, the cat began to devour the food as quickly as it could while the girl contently stroked the dust covered fur along the feline’s spine. It always broke her heart just a little to see such wonderful creatures being neglected in this manner. It was one thing for an animal to live out in the wild where it could care for itself, but when there was one that had been raised around people it was dependent. It was only a matter of time before the girl started taking in every animal that she could, but Amaya also knew that this time for night was not the right time to be asking daddy dearest for a pet; much less a dirty one from the alleyway. His excuse was usually that she had enough pets as is – in saying this he was often referring to her brothers. There was a gentle vibration as the cat began to purr between the blissful acceptance of food and the great appreciation for some tender love as opposed to being shooed. Amaya had quite the soft spot for animals.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 5/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 5
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 12/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 8:50 am
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9 + 0 = 9 = 1 Point
Contently, the child continued to sit on her knees filling the feline’s need for attention. There was an inherent happiness when it came to such small, fluffy animals. Amaya used her fingers to scratch the cat’s back, causing it to arch and press deeper into the bliss. With satisfaction, the edges of the child’s mouth curved upward ever so slightly more than they had and her eyelids slipped down to a half veil. She was almost guaranteed to become that crazy cat lady that lived alone when she got old at this rate, but she didn’t mind. That would mean that she would be surrounded with affection and love at all times; that didn’t sound so bad. However, it wasn’t just cats that the girl had an affinity for. There were dogs too. Unlike most girls her age, Amaya had no issues with bugs or reptiles. She found that they were actually a lot of fun to watch. Fish were nice to watch, they were relaxing and the larger ones let her slip off into daydreams of swimming around with them; the only thing that the black haired Keiji lacked an appreciation for were birds, with the exception of the hawks that her father kept for the sake of their business communications and owls because they were cool. For some reason or another, she just didn’t trust them and they didn’t seem to trust her either. She didn’t like the swooping motions they did while in flight. However, she did appreciate the beauty of their feathers and their flight. It was always a wonder to watch and she would always feel that little twinge of jealousy because she couldn’t fly. Then again, she felt that way with a few different classes of animals. She couldn’t fly, she could hold her breath for hours on end or swim to the deepest depths of the sea; so she would just have to be content with the confines for her imagination.
The cat had climbed up into her lap as Amaya lost herself, but a happily kneading claw into her thigh quickly snapped her back to reality. Tingling shot up her spine each time the feline’s retractable white claws sunk in, but she also didn’t want to stop petting the cat or move its paws since it seemed to happy in that moment. So, much like she did when her brothers wanted to lie and climb on her in particularly awkward positions, she would just tough it out and be a good sport. However, the child still had work to be done. Looking over at the dummy she saw, not to her surprise given the circumstances that ensued, the senbon had just barely sunk into the side of the wooden “knee”. Well, even though it wouldn’t have caused a notable amount of damage it would have been uncomfortable. The child paused in thought, much to the stray cat’s dismay. Perhaps she could throw from her knees; she didn’t see how it would affect the form or motion. In an attempt to regain its attention, the cat started butting its head against Amaya’s hand and she gently replied with more affectionate scratches. With her free hand, the child drew her next senbon and let it fly through the warm evening air. It wasn’t too much of a surprise when her weapon barely sunk into the side of the wooden dummy. She had to give it a try and there was nothing wrong with a little bit of experimentation.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 4/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 6
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 13/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 5:25 pm
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18 + 0 = 18 = 3 Points
The child shook her head amusedly at her less than perfect attempt. It was worth the effort, but she really ought to focus on perfecting the basics before trying to get all tricky. Sure, maybe throwing from the knees wasn’t all that difficult, but this had been her first encounter with senbon aside from stocking them. However, with a purring feline in her lap and no supervision, she figured it was alright to let that one slide. It was just once and it was for a good causing – at least in her mind it was a good cause.
Even though the child was enjoying the company and the feline seemed to be content, she knew that it was always risking being outside of the forge at night with the war time curfew in effect and her only being an Academy student. Between cranky cops and a fidgety father it was always in her best interest to make her outside adventures as short as possible; that included those times that she just wanted to be outside in the world. It was an unfortunate existence, but it was for the best and her situation would soon be changing once she graduated.
Sighing slightly, Amaya lifted the cat from her lap and placed it beside her, standing back up and giving herself a moment for the lightheadedness caused by the rise to subside. There were gentle meows as the cat pressed its head and sides against the Keiji child’s legs, begging for more attention; but the young girl just couldn’t afford to spend more time with the feline, no matter how much she wanted to. It was unfortunate, but necessary. With one last pat on the head, the child walked back towards her spot in order to pick back on her training.
The cat gracefully leapt onto a crate and sat down. If Amaya didn’t know better she would have sworn that there was an unhappy huff as the feline did so. With a raised eyebrow, the girl turned her attention back to her adversary: the wooden target dummy. He stood there mocking her, pointing out that there were multiple senbon that just barely stuck in the frame and that they were just barely hanging on for that matter. It wasn’t something that the child was going to take without a fight. Quickly drawing out her next senbon, contently surprised by the speed of her withdrawal, the Keiji child brought her weapon back before allowing it to cut through the warm spring breeze. There was that satisfying thud as it struck the faded painted eye of the dummy. He wouldn’t be laughing at her now!
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 3/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 7
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 16/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 9:25 am
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That same spring breeze continued to pull on the loose hanging tresses adorning the young girl’s head as she stood there in the alley studying her work. There was very little consistency to her throws and that was something that would have to be fixed sooner rather than later. Then again, that was the purpose of training. For her first time with the throwing needles she wasn’t doing badly. At least she had hit the dummy in one spot or another on each of her attempts instead of just missing. With that ever positive attitude that latched onto the child and never let go, she smiled contently with her progression. After all, it was something to be proud with how young she was and with how new the shinobi skills were to her.
One would think that having lived above a forge for her entirety of her life that the child would be accustomed to handling and wielding weapons. Unfortunately for her, Sada was incredibly protective of her children and she was a civilian. So, weapons were not allowed inside of the home and the children were not allowed in the forge. Of course, with her growing age and interest, Yukio had taken Amaya down for some training in the family arts. However, it was simply interest and not passion. Taking in all of her lessons at the Academy and training and learning to become a shinobi was her passion now – she now lived by their ways and she loved their teachings. They would someday catalyst her visions and they would be the backing to the future that inspired her and sang to her heart.
A smile painted her face, like usual, as the girl drew her next senbon and swiftly threw it. While it wasn’t that face or heart shot that she enjoyed, there was the satisfying “thunk” as it sunk into the core of the dummy. Once again, it was a good shot but not a crippling on by any means. That was one issue with the little senbon; they caused minimal damage in the early stages of learning. Sure, once on had an understanding of where to hit then they were incredibly dangerous; but with Amaya’s lack of such knowledge it was obvious that these were weak weapons when they stood on their own. She would change that through the course of her training, but it was going to take time and she was going to have to be patient.
Another meow carried through the warm spring breeze and caused the child to look over at her companion with a giggle. The girl took the step over to pat its head once again before drawing her attention back. She was just too much of a sap for animals.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 2/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 8
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 18/31 points
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 9:43 am
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 9:44 am
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Not content with the single pat on the head, the cat clawlessly pawed the air in an attempt to catch the child’s hand and return it to no avail. No, the girl was beginning to focus in on her task and, while she would very much like to just sit and stroke the loving stray cat, she had a sort of assignment to complete so that she could move on with whatever other chores her father had in store for her. She imagined there wasn’t much that her father left for her return, but the small Keiji girl also knew that there had to be others than just some target practice. Alright, her father presented it as testing the weapons batch, but this had a double use for the newly budding shinobi as target practice that she didn’t get to partake in during her day at the Academy. Yes, she had gotten to practice with shuriken and those blasted kunai knives, but senbon were a whole new realm.
It was nice that the girl was given such a free reign to train at home. Well, maybe it wasn’t a free reign, but her father was creating opportunities for her that the majority of other children wouldn’t have unless they lived in a very well off compound. However, even in their compound was well off enough to provide the space to train, Amaya knew that they didn’t have the weaponry at their disposal that she did. All it would take was a bat of her large, dark eyes to convince her father to allow her to train with another weapon from the shop. She probably wouldn’t be able to keep it, but he would allow her to practice with them and pass it off to Sada as “product testing”. After all, why wouldn’t he use the house shinobi to test out the weapons in his shop? Not only would this ensure greater quality of work, but it would also give him ground to stand on against complaining customers or people who tried to get an illegitimate discount. While he was a fair man, he had a family to provide for and the forgery wasn’t exactly a booming shop at that point in time. However, Yukioi was predicting that they would receive another government contract in the near future, so that would be of great benefit to the family.
The child knew that there was going to be a little bit of struggling against her mother when it came to training at home, but she also knew that they would find that happy medium between the two of them. That may include Amaya being banned to the alley to train, but she would be provided the space to train; there was no doubt about that in the young girl’s mind. Sada was a very calm and fair woman, so it would just take some gentle negotiation to set up those boundaries.
Smiling, like always, Amaya drew out her next senbon and allowed it to fly across the yard. At her release, she felt the metal slip against her skin, unlike with the other ones. Due to this, the weapon didn’t have the oomph or direction that she had intended. Curious, the child looked down at her hand to find that it was disgusting. It was the same one that she had been petting the cat with and it was now covered in dust and grease from the unbathed feline. She should have thought of that earlier, it did make sense, and she was going to have to clean up before she continued on.
Amaya retrieved a rag from inside the forge and brought it back outside with her since she was bound to pet the cat again before the session was over. She almost felt bad for the animal. The child just wanted to carry it inside, feed it, give it a soft place to sleep, and then scrub it clean so that her mother wouldn’t panic. Then again, washing a stray cat, or any cat for that matter, was a dangerous endeavor that could leave some nasty scars for her efforts if she wasn’t careful.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 1/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 9
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 19/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 7:24 am
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After taking great care to scrub the stray’s filth from her palm and fingers, Amaya figured that she was probably ready from another attempt. Hopefully her cleaning would make an impact on the quality of her training. Slipping her hand into her leg pouch, the child gripped the next throwing weapon. Her motion was quick and almost graceful as she withdrew the throwing needle from the holster and allowed it to fly. There was a sort of confidence in her body language, but no one was there to witness or take note of this minor change. Then again, perhaps this was only present when the presence of others was lacking.
With a satisfying “thunk” the child watched the needle find its home between the eyes of the wooden dummy. That ceaseless smile tugged a little more at the corners of her mouth at the success and the child decided to play on her good throw with a rapid succession. Her hand found its way into the pouch, but no metal came to greet it. Pausing, the child undid the clasps that held the flap on the pouch down to look inside. How careless of her, she had lost track with all the minor events going on around her. Amaya actually verged on being disappointed in herself. What was the likelihood that the events encompassing a combat situation would be so simple, spaced out, and lacking threat? None, really. She couldn’t allow herself to drift from her task so easily next time.
Looking at the dummy, the black haired Keiji knew that she wasn’t going to be able to reach all of those head shots that she was proud of. She wasn’t even going to be able to reach the one that she sunk into the dummy’s heart. So, she started checking crates along the back wall of the forge. While there weren’t many of them, Yukio was usually good about keeping an empty one around for her to use as a makeshift stool when the occasion called for one; which was fairly often given the child’s stature. Finding her boost, the child slowly but surely pushed it through the dirt and to the base of her adversary. Then. Like she had countless times before, the girl clambered up on top of the wooden box. This put her well in the range of the senbon that sunk into the dummy’s heart, but she was going to have to stretch for the others.
One by one the child loosened the senbon from their hold on the wood. Amaya had slipped the sleeve of her jacket over her hand in order to give her more grip than her slightly greased palms would allow for. She was going to have to use a liberal amount of soap to get off all the grime that the cat’s fur left on her.
The child continued to pocket the weapons as she freed the metal needles, gradually making her way down the dummy. Once they were all safely in her possession once again, the girl pushed the box back off to the side, but not up against the wall as it had once been. No, that wouldn’t do her any good since she was going to have to retrieve more senbon at the end of her training. Hopefully, she would warrant the use of the crate with strikes in the heart and on the face again. That would be a most satisfying end to this little unexpected training session.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 0/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 10
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 22/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 7:46 am
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Amaya took one more look over the dummy in order to make sure that she had reclaimed all of the senbon that she had stuck into the wooden target. There were ten senbon in total, but it was entirely possible that someone else had left a weapon or two behind during their test run. Then again, her father did keep impeccable records of all his transactions, so it was more or less futile to even check to see if something had been left behind. Oh well, that wasn’t going to keep the child from checking; the one time she didn’t would be the one time that there was something to find, or so she was convinced.
As the child walked back down the alley to her throwing point, there was an ever growing meow beckoning her over. Blasted cat! She wanted to go over there and give it all the love that it could stand, but she had to get this finished. Plus, her father wouldn’t let her bring it into the house, so her intentions were almost pointless in and of themselves. Maybe now that the boys were grown a little more she would be able to convince him that a pet would be good for them – the boys, of course. After all, if they learned to care for a pet at a young age then they would grow up to be ultimately more responsible human beings. To add to her argument, a cat was fairly self sufficient; so that meant no need to walk it or go through obedience training in order to keep its mind active. Cats were calm, so it wouldn’t add onto the boys’ already rambunctious nature. Cats were also clean, so Sada wouldn’t have to deal with the filth of an animal that had to be bathed regularly. Cats were small, so it wouldn’t take up a lot of space in the house and they wouldn’t go running around knocking over furniture. To top it off, they didn’t eat as much as dogs since they were smaller; if they picked up a stray then they could let it down into the forge to pick up the few mice that liked to scurry about the floor. That was one of the major downsides of having an, more or less, open air shop.
While the girl pieced together an argument in her head, she lost track of what she was doing. Only half in the moment, the girl gripped her next senbon and threw. How lazy of her! Sure, there was the fact that she was tired and distracted, but that was no excuse! Or at least it wouldn’t be one when she was away on a mission. However, to her surprise, once it registered, the needle found its way into the side of the dummy. It was one of those pathetic hits that really wouldn’t faze most people, but it was a hit none the less. Amaya shook her head while pushing the bangs out of her face. She really needed to pull herself back into what she was doing if she ever wanted to go to bed that evening.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 9/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 11
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 23/31 points
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