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 Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 10:33 am
 Tree climbing was the next thing on Aisu’s list! Everyone she knew was able to do it, why couldn’t she? “Hm, I wonder how I can do this…?” Aisu gaped at the old willow that seemed to have been beaten by a thousand storms. Water droplets fell from the leaves which, isn’t very unusual. In the Village Hidden in the Mist, rain was a gimmick. “Well then, I guess I should begin.” Aisu placed her right foot on the tree and exerted some chakra into it. “Yes, it seems about right now.” She then lifted her left leg but quickly fell to the ground. “Wah!? I guess I didn’t use enough chakra. Hm, alrighty then! I’ll try again!” Aisu placed her right foot on the tree and this time, exerted much more chakra then last time, though the results were still in failure. Instead of falling, Aisu managed to push so much chakra into her foot that the tree caved in a little. “Oh dang! I don’t want to do that either.” Aisu scratched her head and fixed her glasses. It was her way of thinking. “The durability divided by that… Plus the Chakra I’d need…” Aisu did complex math in her head before coming to an ultimate conclusion. “Okay! I’ll need to exert 4.4564 percent of my over-all chakra to keep my mass up as well as keep my body attached to the tree!” Aisu grinned widely and stuck her foot on the tree and sure enough, she managed to walk up it. Though she soon fell back down! “Agh! What am I doing wrong!?” Aisu looked around to realize that the branches of the old willow were swaying in the wind, ever so gently. “Of course! I forgot to add in the wind factor.” After thinking for a moment, she stood back up and began to walk on the tree, eventually she managed to get much further up it, though she still tumbled to the ground, this time however, she developed a large bump on the back of her head. “Owie. Maybe, walking on this tree is an unstable thing, I’ll just have to make sure it feels right." Aisu pondered for a moment, the equations that could be followed in order to get up the tree, though, none were quite coming to her like she wished they would. “Maybe it is unstable! There is no absolute answer for this predicament!” She then stood up again and got back up the tree, still wondering whether or not she was doing it right. “Okay! I can do it, I know I can.” Aisu felt the tree and in a sense, became one with the tree. Every time she took a step, she hovered over the exact spot she would step in calculated what she would need to do. “Okay Aisu. It’s all about chakra control. Manage yourself and prove that you’re absolutely in control of what you’re doing.” Aisu took another step and realized, unlike all the previous attempts, she wasn’t falling! “Oh my gosh! Am I doing it right!?” Aisu took another step, and another step! Soon, she was at the top of the tree with a smug grin on her face. “Ha-Ha! I knew I could do it. Though, I need to keep practicing. I still feel as though my estimates of what I’m doing are inaccurate.” Aisu turned her gaze to another tree and was soon off to practice on that tree. After practicing for a while though, Aisu managed to get the hang of the whole tree climbing thing and was satisfied with what she had done.
[Tree Climbing 6oo/6oo
Tree Climbing Complete!]
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:53 pm
Dante Alighere. Hooded and mysterious. He was a true ninja, one who used the darkness to his advantage. One who used the darkness as a weapon. The academy darkened as Dante entered its compound. People looked around, other academy students looked around as it seemed like all of the light in the sky was being sucked away. Dante continued through to his first class. He walked into the main building of the academy and the indoor lights seemed to have been snuffed out as well. It seemed that Dante was bringing shadows and darkness everywhere. Dante sad down in his chair in the back of the class. This time he kept the darkness from encamping the room. He was one of the last to walk in, but no one seemed to notice it. Dante would sit in a chair in a corner as the teacher talked about the art of substitution. "This technique is one that could save your life and set you up to kill your opponent. The technique requires swiftness and something to replace yourself with. It could possibly be the most useful basic technique you could learn." The instructor paused for a while as the students began to take notes. Dante took notes himself. It could be useful if someone got close to him. After a few moments the instructor continued. "The main thing about this technique, much like all of the other techniques that you will learn, you will need to focus your chakra to learn it. You need steady chakra to move great distances and be able to replace yourself with another object or body."
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 9:36 pm
Hiki [Gilman], Sawa | Kenkaku [Al Bhed], Houhei | Nushi [West], Okashi "Do you recall where Chishio mentioned she was going... Sawa?" A voice asks. They sounded much like a child, a boy, when they spoke. The voice came from within what looked to be a tiny castle made of a variety of Play-Doh.
"No, Okashi," states a man plainly seeming to stand guard outside of the Play-Doh castle.
"Are you curious about something, Sawa?" The voice asks as the man's plain pale face seems to flush a dim red. His lime green eyes flick from the large buildings a few yards away to the castle wall and then back before he decides to reply.
"Only curious as to why we have come to a place like this? Why are we on the grounds of a school?"
"Well, that's simple. I was curious about what school would be like. And so I requested we come here. I suppose Chishio disapproved and chose to explore elsewhere while we explored here," the voice replies as the mans face returns to its former pale color, "do you wish to join her?" This caught him off guard. He hadn't expected to be asked such a question.
"Of course not. I have no desire to be anywhere else," he replies as what seemed to be a Play-Doh gate slowly lowers to the ground by some thick string.
"Good," a small boy says as he steps through the opening that the gate made to smile timidly at the man standing guard, "Sawa." The small boy tugs on his clothing a bit before setting his sights on the building as well. "I grant that simply standing or playing in a Play-Doh castle outside of it will provide us little insight on school. So I think it best we venture inside now."
"I'll go inside first, Okashi-" Sawa starts as Okashi rushes ahead of him and then stops. He twists his body around and places his open palms up and against Sawa's stomach.
"First thing's first. You have to start calling me Nushi-kun."
"Excuse me?"
"Come on. I hear that's how people in school talk. All cutesy and with suffix's like -kun and -chan." Okashi replies before clearing his throat. "We'd better hurry inside then, Hiki-kun," Okashi states in a very cute and very high child-like voice, "kay?" He continues with a charming wink before turning from Sawa.
"I don't believe that's how..." Sawa starts as Okashi turns his head to glance at Sawa with a cute little pout. "Yes, Okashi," Sawa states after a while before making his way ahead of Okashi. "But that cutesy role might have better suited Chishio. Though I highly doubt she'd do such a thing," Sawa thinks as Okashi almost seems to skip after him.
Elsewhere...
"Knaadehkc. So hysa ec Gahgygi, Ruirae uv dra Ym Prat lmyh eh Cbeny. E ryja raynt uv oui so myto yht cu E cuikrd uid du veht oui. Oui yna y sycdan uv dra cfunt yht E ys y hujela uv dra kih. E fecr du pa dra majam uv cfuntcsyh dryd oui yna, aqlabd fedr y kih nydran dryh y cfunt." A boy states as he stands before a mirror. "Secc Fynypa, bmayca dyga sa ihtan ouin fehk. Daylr sa ajanodrehk oui ghuf yht suna." The boy sighs before turning from the mirror. "Ed'c aedran huf un hajan. E's raytehk du dra Crehupe Funmt cu dryd E sekrd saad Myto Fynypa." He states adjusting his hair and then rushing out of the small wooden cottage that was only one room.
Before long he gets on a boat at the docks headed for Hidden Craftsman in the Shinobi Realm. "Not so fast. You'll be coming with us," a man says with a chuckle from behind the boy. He turns around only to be hit over the head with something and lose consciousness.
Finally, after having been unconscious for much of the trip, the boy finds himself tied up in the back of some moving contraption. "Fryd ec dra sayhehk uv drec? Ihdea sa huf! Ev oui navica drah E'mm... E'MM-"
"Pipe down! You must be an Al Bhed. I can't understand a word of what you're sayin." The same voice as before states as the contraption comes to a halt. A cloaked figured makes its way to the back of the contraption and begins messing around with some sort of latch. The boy watches as closely as he can when the back portion of the contraption clicks and then is lowered. "Truck ride's over. Those of Fantasy are required to head here first. No jumping from home to a village. Got it?"
"E tuh'd ihtancdyht y funt uv fryd oui zicd cyet. Namayca sa... E pak uv oui," the boy pleads as the figure shrugs and grabs at the ropes about the boy. He lifts the boy up and sets him on the side of the dirt path before heading back to his truck. The engine roars as he starts the ignition. The truck goes a little down the road before turning and heading in the opposite direction. The boy frowns a moment before noticing an odd structure. "Ec dryd... y lycdma? Banrybc dra deho ehrypedyhdc lyh yet sa?" The boy's blue hues gleam as he starts for the castle. It takes him a while since he was pretty well tied up but he finally makes it. "Rammu? Ec yhouha drana? Bmayca ramb sa," the boy pleads only for no reply. He calls again and then nothing. He supposed no one was there but that didn't mean he couldn't try using the castle to free himself. The boy inches near to the castle and places the rope near to a sharp edge on the castle. He works his body up and down before the rope breaks. After managing to undo the ties he climbs to his feet. "Dryhg oui," the boy states to anyone near to hear him in case the castle owner was out there. His eyes then settle on the large structure a few yards away. Curious as to what the building was and where he'd wound up, the boy makes his way over to the building slowly. Words = 1,022
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:39 am
A single golden eye blinks open in the corner of the room, gaze turning to set on the dark character that had moved into this area for the use of learning. Raising a black gloved hand to casually sweep the medium length white hair from his face, this male's lips slowly curve into an interesting sort of smile. He was not evil nor good, he wasn't a mass killing machine or a warrior of piece, he was simply the being known as Aztios Aircaur. Formally a sinister demon of some kind of another in far lives past, and not currently fully able to recall these times of his past, and yet still he was capable of feats most would deem impossible. But then again, he was not. He was simply a shinobi in training at this point, and did not deem himself to the needs of showing off, or actually becoming as strong as he could just yet, he was here to learn. His mind shifting and turning between times of his past and his present, causing his over all likeness to become somewhat confused in this sense. Rising to his feet, long black coat trailing out behind him, he reaches for the katana he had pressed against the edge of the desk, and sweeps it into his hand, gliding a single claw looking finger across the blade with ease, black glove concealing the remainder of his pale hand as the clawed finger comes to rest upon the hilt of the blade, full pale hand sweeping over the hilt and grasping it firmly while he shifts his other hand to fully hold the sheath with an experts appearance. Pulling the weapon from it's sheath, he instantly propels himself forwards cascading downwards towards the man that had just walked into the room, the man that was seemingly of a dark persona. Grinning as golden eyes open and take a full effect, their almost angelic appearance making such things as his pale face appear darker then it actually was. His face lit with sinister intent, instantly the feeling over killing intent would have been felt through out the area, his blade raising upwards from it's sheath, gliding through the air with ease and aiming to slide the blade straight across Dante's chest, using the downwards propulsion of his movements from the desks above, and the force of which his muscular arms glided the blade from sheath and to slash in order to deal the needed damage he wanted, and cut open the chest so he could remove the heart with ease. Aztios' eyes widened with what might be mistaken as pure glee, his face contorting to an almost demon like disposition as the slash was made. Black coat flickering behind him in such a way as to flap in the wind, causing a snap with the movements that he made as it flicked back towards the ground where it belonged. If his attack made it or not, he would land upon the ground in a crouch, muscles flexing in his legs before propelling him upwards and into the air into a midair roll that could be mistaken as a front flip. His right leg arching outwards with a straightened leg, aiming to slam the full metal cased heel of his bottom spiked boots into the head or shoulders of his new enemy, fulfilling an unclassified attack of pure skill alone. Should he miss, he missed. He'd continue, he was here to fight, that was his passion and that was how he planned to have it remain until he was to ultimately prevail.
[600 Words]
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 8:42 am
((Well I guess that is one way to rp.))
The class droned on for a few seconds but Dante had already heard as much as he figured he was going to get out of this. He then realized that someone had actually noticed his entrance. Someone who was actually looking to kill him it seemed. Someone with the audacity to take him head on. He held out his had as a dark blade began to materialize in it. It was his only choice of action at this point. He blocked the strike without even having to get out of his chair, though he had to put his other arm behind his sword to do so. Dante sighed. He had so hoped that something like this would not come to pass. It seemed that his opponent was not finished either, propelling himself into the air for another strike. Dante had had just about enough of this. Suddenly the area had gone dark. That which Dante had been concentrating on not doing he now had to do. If his opponent hit anything it was the desk and chair that Dante was sitting in. Dante had slid out from it, his black cloak flourising as he did so. He still kept his face hidden, he kept no emotion on it. What he knew was that this was going to be a long fight, but he also knew that his opponent was out classed. The darkness gave Dante strength, and this whole place, this entire battlefield of theirs was completely encamped in it. So much for learning it seemed. Dante would slash his darkness blade at his opponent as he would hit the ground, aiming for the right side of his body. The blade would not hurt in conventional means, but would instead forgo any earthly armors and attack the soul directly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:59 am
[(Aiming to kill. I wont actually kill anyone in the academy. It's too cheap. xD)]
Aztios' golden gaze snaps to the side, as his opponent begins their attack, of course why would any reasonable fighter stop moving when his attack had missed? With his foot slamming into the ground, he pushes off with that same leg, twirling his katana in his hand instead of moving to actually block the attack, he weaves the blade into a slash, aiming to not only strike the attack but send the blade itself forwards further, if his opponent was unprepared for more then a block, he would feel the total weight of the slash of his katana pressing into the blade, it was foolish, an opponent wasting their chakra with simple techniques when there was such a range of attacks that could be preformed with the use of just a little skill and the use of a sword. Propelling his weapon forwards and into his opponent's dark blade, he also shifts his arm behind his back, reaching beneath his long black coat and drawing out the blade of a hidden glaive. This weapon shaped much like a Frisbee, but being made of three prongs which emerged from a small disk in the center, it was large enough to almost wrap itself around his hand and be used as a decent force to be slammed into the opponent with one of the blades and send them back with a nice gash in their bodies. Even so, these weapons had the Frisbee element, combined with a Boomerang element. Making them easily thrown and brought back with simple use, and causing them to be nice medium range weapons much like slightly larger returning shuriken. With the first attack aiming to knock into the opponent's weapon, Aztios sweeps his whole body, moving from the stance he had taken, and moving his legs forwards towards the opponent while stepping over the shattered pieces of the desk and chair, the blade of the Glaive slashing outwards and being used as a weapon to cut at the opponent's lower stomach and waist. Of course the opponent could leap back or to a side in an attempt to dodge, but that was where the mid range glaive came into play, with the skill in use of this weapon, Aztios would release it at any point that the opponent were to move away, meaning that as they moved the weapon would be cast after them. And of course, Aztios would surely not be too far behind. Golden eyes almost seeming to glow with the lack of light in the area, face contorted further with what could only be called thrill thanks to this sudden battle he had brought about in an instant.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 12:08 pm
Dante was surprised at the skill of his opponent, actually getting him off balance. Dante would hold on to his blade, keeping it steady as he lurched forward. He would see his opponent reaching behind his back and bring out a weapon. It was one that he was familiar with, since evil was very familiar with weapons. It also seemed that his opponent was familiar with how to use the weapon. He stepped closer, clearing the distance to attempt to slash at Dante's gut. Fortunately for Dante, he still had a free hand. As the glave made its slice Dante grabbed his opponents wrist on the inside and used the momentum from Aztios' block to deliver an arm drag to Aztios, dragging him to the ground, with his Glaive arm from wrist to shoulder aiming to be crushed between the broken desk and Dante's own body.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 12:24 pm
Hiki [Gilman], Sawa | Kenkaku [Al Bhed], Houhei | Nushi [West], Okashi Students run through the halls; some rushing out of the building and some towards a particular room blocked by a crowd of students... and a teacher. "What's this?" Sawa asks as Okashi twists a little grab knob on what appeared to be a Etch-A-Sketch. "Hiki-kun, we should check it out. Maybe someone needs our help?" Okashi states as Sawa glances back and down at the small child. He still couldn't get use to how Okashi was talking. But if that was what Okashi wanted he would deal with it the best he could. What more could he do? "Yes Ok-" Sawa starts as Okashi looks at him with a childish frown. "Yes, Nushi-kun." "You need to work on the WAY you talk too but that's good enough for now," Okashi mutters in his actual voice before his eyes light up, "Hiki-kun," he continues with a wink and in the voice he chose to speak in. He walks over to the ground and struggles to push his way into the room to see what was happening. Just as he gets close enough to catch a glance he is knocked backward. Okashi stumbles backwards, the Etch-A-Sketch flying from his hands as he flails them, before feeling Sawa's hand against his back. He straightens up and looks around for his Etch-A-Sketch only for Sawa to extend the toy to him. He looks at the picture of Mona Lisa and smiles as Sawa stares with astonished eyes. "Whoops, forgot to etch the bubble gum bubble in there," Okashi states, shaking the Etch-A-Sketch. A panicked expression flutters across Sawa's face before he sighs. Okashi was quite a skillful child but he never saw his art like Sawa saw it. Okashi had swiftly drawn a beautiful picture of Mona Lisa and erased it. Suddenly a confused expression befalls Sawa's face. "Bubble gum bubble?" Sawa asks as Okashi hands Sawa the Etch-A-Sketch. He reaches into his shirt and draws out a picture. He shows the image to Sawa whose face goes blank. Okashi takes the picture back with a huge grin. "See?" Okashi asks extending his hand outward for the Etch-A-Sketch. Just when Okashi begins to speak a loud bang is heard. Okashi cups his ears as Sawa slips Okashi behind him. People begin screaming and panicking as a muffled voice speaks but Sawa and Okashi can't here them clearly. "Sawa-" Okashi cries out as Sawa turns around to see Okashi had gone. Sawa's face grows all the more pale but he wasn't fearful that he had lost track of Okashi... he was angered. "ENOUGH!" Sawa yells as the students stop. His smoldering eyes trail over the students in the hall before settling on one boy in particular who had a pistol raised to the ceiling. He was covered in dirt from the hole he'd made in the ceiling. "You," Sawa growls as the boy lowers his weapon. "E uhmo venat drec sygacrevd nevma du kad oui ymm'c yddahdeuh. Frana ec drec bmyla?" The boy asks as Sawa just stares at him. "I hope that means that you're prepared to pay for-" Sawa starts as Okashi squeezes through the crowd all around and winds up near the boy. He turns to look at him as Sawa reaches a hand out to him. "E tuh'd ihtancdyht..." "Hm. Let me see... Lyh oui ihtancdyht sa?" Okashi asks as Sawa stares at him in stunned disbelief. The boy smiles and nods as Okashi grins. "In the Al Bhed language, the letters are arranged differently than the letters in the English Alphabet. I know a bit of Al Bhed so I'll see if I can't communicate with him some," Okashi states glancing over at Sawa who nods slowly. "Bmayca bid yfyo ouin faybuh. Drec ec y clruum yht oui'na clynehk dra cditahdc." "So ybumukeac. Fryd ec drec myhkiyka oui cbayg yceta vnus Ym Prat? E tuh'd ihtancdyht ed," the boy replies slamming the rifle against the wall, it falling to pieces. "Ed ec Ahkmecr. Syho eh drec ynay ica Ahkmecr eh cbaalr. So hysa ec Ugycre Hicre po dra fyo. E hudela dryd oui tuh'd ica civveq'c mega -gih yht -lryh. Syopa so tatildeuh ypuid dra cbaalr uv cditahdc fyc uvv..." "Ahkmecr oui cyo. Rs. So hysa ec Ruirae Gahgygi. Yht E'ja hajan jahdinat uid uv so jemmyka cu tuh'd pyca ed uh sa. Luimt E pudran oui fedr y naxiacd?" "Mega?" "E haat du maynh Ahkmcer yht-" "Fro hud daylr ouin myhkiyka du udranc yc oui'na tuehk sa?" "Fryd?" "E tuh'd ghuf silr ypuid dra Ym Prat myhkiyka pid cusaruf, yc oui cbayg, so ihtancdyhtehk ehlnaycac. Ed'c yc ev oui'na daylrehk sa dra myhkiyka." "Oui tuh'd cyo? Drah so dnyehehk ec y cillacc. E'ja paah dnyehehk du yllusbmecr zicd dryd. E cibbuca haatehk y dnyhcmydun ech'd halaccyno. Pid E dnimo tu fecr du maynh Ahkmecr." "Drah E cibbuca E lyh ramb oui uid. Pid yd uha naxiacd." "Yht dryd ec?" "Zueh sa eh so caynlr vun yhcfanc. Fa luimt caa kmuneuic drehkc dryd fa ryja oad du cad uin cekrdc uh. Fa luimt maynh syho, syho drehkc. Fryd tu oui cyo?" "Landyehmo. E femm zueh oui. E haat du kad y knycb uv drec nayms cu dryd E sekrd pa ypma du saad fedr dra Gyka uv Rettah Lnyvdcsyh cusatyo." "Ur? Drah fa femm rayt drana haqd," Okashi concludes turning to Sawa who only stood there staring with a blank expression. "Houhei Kenkaku is his name and he's with us now." Sawa raises an eyebrow but nods. Houhei's face flushes red at the thought of meeting Lady Warabe sooner than he expected. The other students... and teacher, watch the three before they all rush back to the classroom doorway. The knock Okashi over as they rush only for Houhei to catch him by one arm and Sawa to catch him by the other. Houhei and Sawa connect eyes in a glare a moment before Okashi straightens up. "They really are riled up over the fight in there, aren't they? Since the students are so rowdy, I think I'm going to go back outside until things settle down." Okashi starts for the exit as Sawa and Houhei follow, eyes still locked. Words = 1,030
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 7:15 pm
 To say Aloysius was pissed off would be a major understatement. here he ws a grown adult and in a damn school for kids. he deserved better then this who did they all think they where to ever underestimate him? who ever had control of the gates, Aloysius would find and kill him. It seemed some sort of fight was taking place since many of the students where running towards something. Aloysius just sighed and made sure his tie was in the right way before he walked into the school, he began to singing in al bhed since he figured it would piss of any one who did not know it
"ur rana e lusa yht rana e ku
y syh uv emmiceuhc rana ra vmufc
du gemm yht syes yht dundina oui
ur rana e lusa yht rana e ku
y syh uv emmiceuhc rana ra vmufc
cu reta ouin vasymac yht pnehk dra myf
drana ec hu zitka dryd e lyhd syga e lno
vun so cgemmc yna bynysuihd uh ouin ufh duikrdc
yht rana e ys dra syh uv Juncdammihk"183 words
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 8:44 pm
Aztios grins, it seems that this man knew a little more then he expected about fighting and combat. He figured they were nothing more then a simple jutsu user with no skill in the art of combat. Turning his head to the side, he twists his arm in his opponents grip even as he was going through the air, with a pop his shoulder dislocated preventing the full force of being dropped to the ground, and allowing him to turn his body enough to bring his back to the wood that he was crashing into. His eyes spinning in their sockets, Aztios' body spun slightly, pulling on the skin holding his arm to it's socket, as he aimed a kick towards the man's lower abdominal area. Though this kick was more of slam of his knee, as he moved to pull his arm free of the grip. His katana sliding through the air to slash down at the man's weapon wielding arm, Aztios' arm actually twisting to bring the point towards the man's arm, in an attempt to pierce through the arm between the bones of the arm possibly severing muscles and also aiming to pierce the arm, and slam the katana into the ground in order to get away. If successful or not, he presumed his opponent to be either moving away, or stuck in the floor, and as such Aztios rolled himself away, slowly rising to his feet without using his hands or arms, and then bringing his hand over to his limply hanging arm, pushing it upwards and then tilting himself to the side, as the bone cracks back into place with a nice loud snap, his body remaining stiff, as he smirks and looks at his opponent. "You're fun... Lets continue playing for a little longer.." Aztios says with a sinister grin forming across his face, his mouth opening, sharply-filled looking teeth gleaming a pearl white as he raising his newly replaced arm upwards and opens and closes his hand into a fist before his face. Once he was done, he lowered his hand again, and then cast himself forwards in an instant leaving his arm hanging at his side, and then suddenly sending the full fist forwards towards his opponent. Were they on the ground, they would be close to a sitting duck. And if standing, they would have a better chance. But what couldn't be seen at first, was the mass of black tendrils that were slowly peeking out of the many stitches on his hands and arms, his attack launching forwards as a single punch, but some of the tendrils whipped out, stabbing like blades in an attempt to pierce the boy before him straight through with ease.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:31 pm
Aloysius Verstullong was enjoying the sight of this fight. he found an empty window while walking in the school. he watched them seeing this as a perfect time to learn more about the world he would soon be engulfed in. whoever these two where they seemed to have great skills when it came to hand to hand battles. he wondered if any of them could take his genjutsu or if any of them held enough for him to try the jutsu that he had learned.... no he was still to weak to even think of going agaisnt this people. they probably had enough will to survive any of his foolish attempt. plus tough he did not care about honor for the most part he did not whant to be in any fight for now. he was still to weak he needed to get back home as son as this damn school would let him. he smiled as he saw his aportunity. He whent into a room after reading one of the scrolls he made the needed handsing.
"Henge no jutsu"
he made himself look like a teacher sneaking out of the classrom he got back to the main part and decided to leave them all with a parting gift.He would be long gone by the time anyone would have known who it was, but he wanted to leave a trace of his being there, of the fooolishness of them thinking he should have gone back to school. but he thought better and just left the school thinking if he ever came again he would destroy this place268words
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:02 pm
Hiki [Gilman], Sawa | Kenkaku [Al Bhed], Houhei | Nushi [West], Okashi "Okashi," calls Sawa as the group near the Play-Doh castle, Houhei's attention on the voice speaking in his native tongue off in the distance. Sawa extends the Etch-A-Sketch that he'd been holding to Okashi who shakes his head.
"I'm bored with that now. You can play with it," Okashi replies in his regular voice. Sawa nods and draws back his outstretched hand. Houhei turns his attention to Sawa and gestures to the Etch-A-Sketch.
"What? No you may not have it. I am holding it for Okashi."
"Ugycre fuimth'd seht ev E aqysehat dryd upzald," Houhei states noticing Sawa drawing back the Etch-A-Sketch.
"Cyfy fecrac du bmyo fedr dra Adlr-Y Cgadlr vencd. Oui lyh ramb sa dyga tufh dra lycdma ujan drana," Okashi interjects pointing over at the castle Houhei had seen earlier.
"Dryd'c ouin lycdma, Ugycre?"
"Oab. E syta ed socamv. Pid E's punat fedr ed huf. E fecr du bmyo fedr Makuc ehcdayt."
"Fryd?" Houhei questions in disbelief as the group stops. Sawa looks from Okashi to Houhei but does not try his hand at seeing what they are saying. If only he knew of the same disbelief at Okashi's disregard for the glorious things he made that Houhei had. Then maybe they wouldn't dislike each other so much.
"Ruirae, dyga drec yht maynh du cbayg Ahkmecr ehcdayt. Drah oui lyh ramb sa fedr dra Maku ledo E fyhd du syga frah oui'na tuha," Okashi continues, reaching into his shirt and drawing out a Leapster.
"Fryd sykel ec drec?" Houhei wonders as he takes the Leapstar and it flashes on. He sits down where he'd stopped and begins playing with the Leapster as Okashi motions over to his castle. Sawa watches Houhei a while before making his way over to Okashi's side.
"Okashi, I have a feeling that Chishio might be in need of us."
"A feeling? Why would you have such a feeling?"
"I do not know. Perhaps it is paranoia?"
"Perhaps. But it couldn't hurt to check out. Ruirae, fa'na kuehk du ku yht lralg uh cusauha. Fa'mm pa pylg frah fa lyh." Houhei nods as Sawa and Okashi leave the castle be and head down the road. A few hours after they leave... the Leapster's battery dies which saddens Houhei to the point where he left in search of Okashi. Words = ? Graduated...
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 1:40 pm
  Galileo didn’t pay much attention to the girl. His eye was on Chloe. He didn’t even pay much attention to the ghost girl that floated on his lap. “Um, hello? Can I help you off my lap?” As he spoke, he didn’t take his eyes off Chloe. He would rather have Chloe on his lap instead of some ghost girl he couldn’t do anything with. “Why don’t we go somewhere when class is over? Some place quiet and away from all the people?” As he did before, he took Chloe’s hand in his and kissed the top of it gently. He was a major flirt to most women, but he liked Chloe, although it wasn’t going to change his evil intentions. Phiobe just rolled her eyes as she watched her older brother go gaga over Chloe. “It never ceases to amaze me how pathetic he is with a pretty girl…” she said to herself as she stood up for her turn. She thought about who she would turn into. “Okay, I got it!” she said as turned to face the class. She did the hand signs and transformed into Mira. She too made a few mistakes, making her hair a bit longer. “Oh rats…” she said as she transformed back. “Dang it…”
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 1:18 pm
((Sorry this took so long))
Dante was quite surprised at his opponents pain threshold. Actually dislocating his own shoulder to defend against attack. He was quite interesting an opponent, Dante had to admit. He then watched as his opponent was actually twisting around to attack Dante's sword arm Dante quickly brought it back in, his thumb getting a little nicked by Aztios' blade. He was then kicked back a couple steps. It seemed that his opponent was better than Dante thought he would be. This fight would be going to the next level it seemed, Dante though as Aztios put the arm back in it socket. When Aztios threw his punch, Dante was quite surprised that tendrals came off of it. It seemed that he was not the only one fighting with a gimmick. Dante quickly jumped to the side, his eyes switching between Aztios and the tendrals as he threw several shurikan at Aztios' body. He needed to figure out a battle plan to deal with those tendrals, but he did not know what yet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:10 pm
The soft sound of clothing tearing could be heard, as small holes ripped free from the folds of his long black coat. Multiple tendrils slashed out, knocking the shuriken from their paths and to the ground, turning his head, he smirks and flicks his hand towards the man, tendrils slashing outwards and crashing into desks and the floor itself, aiming to crash into and possibly cut through the man. At the same time Aztios began moving, pushing himself forwards towards his opponent, his katana being yanked from the ground in an instant. "Shuriken? That's it?! Come on! You can do better then that cant you!?" Aztios exclaims, dashing forwards towards his enemy swiftly. His katana raised with his free hand, as he whips the tendrils at his opponent for a second time, while getting himself as close as possible to his opponent, before slashing with his katana at full force. Grinning Aztios' black coat trails behind him, his white hair flashing forwards across his pale face as sinister sharp teeth gleam from behind his half parted lips. Gray eyes locked onto the opponent with ease, as he manipulates the tendrils on his arm, causing each and every one to pull back for a moment, and then all move to impale his opponent at wherever they may be. He was pushing forwards, attempting to throw his opponent fully onto the defensive.
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