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 Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 2:12 pm
 She felt sick, she felt scared, yet she was still prepared to go in and get it over with. Hell no would she let superstition kill her right now. If anyone was going to be put in charge, it had to be her. She had to be tough and tenacious to pull them through the very worst. She had failed that once back in the Sound village, but she refused to let that happen as she stepped into the mist and headed off for the Kirikage's office.
Hopefully, if they were either new or stupid, they wouldn't be able recognize her at all and sign the damn thing before they could realize that she had once been involved in Honma's crime activity. Otherwise, she'd have to worry about them getting confused about how 'pecuilierly' close she looked to Fall's Machiya Hatanari...
... God, she hoped they wouldn't do that.Maha Theme
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 10:43 am
As she neared the gates of the Mist, she felt a sort of cling reach her down. A tie that weighted her back and kept her from moving forward to the clear air of the day.
She still felt sick. She felt worse leaving than arriving. Why did she feel like something was missing? Like she had left behind something important?
She then cleared her throat and placed a cigarette in her mouth, brushing her hair out of her face as she tried to console her inner peace...
Or whatever it was she was trying to feel. For all she knew, she could've been happy or conflicted. Or a complete, total wreck.
She'd forgotten how to feel anymore. It'd been a long time since she had weighed her response. Merely because, she didn't have time to. Or it didn't call for it.
Where was her mind right now...?Maha Theme
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 12:10 pm
 Zane followed along without saying a word about anything. He was fully alart about his surroundings around him completely making sure nothing was going to attack them. He was just making sure of afew things before he can drop his guard some.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:16 am
The chunin staggered along behind them cursing his own stubbornness under his breath and grumbling almost constantly. Nothing useful, just grunts of displeasure and the occasional swear. The moist ground kept giving and lugging the massive load over such terrain was a nightmare.
"Oi! You book the goddam passage this time... I'm not sure we can afford to take a crappy little dingy..." He called forward as the port town came into view.
~Waruis Theme~
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:19 am
She had nodded her head at her friend, but had still failed to give out a thorough response. Her mind was elsewhere. And as usual, trying to find her way out and see past her own clouded thoughts and misguidance.
Perhaps she wasn't fit for this part. Perhaps she deserved another role.
She didn't want to be leader. But she still tried to at least BE one. A good one, at least. Thus, her attempts hadn't been very successful...
But that weight was hers. That burden was hers to carry too. And though she refused to see it through, she was scared of it.
Afriad that it might someday come crashing down upon her. So she let it build up and build up...
"What do you suppose we take?" she sighed, nodding towards the village with a forced smirk upon her face, "Another boat?"Maha Theme
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 4:48 pm
"Well... I could get the Toads to reverse summon me... but it wouldn't help you guys..." He admitted, "So a bigger boat might be our best bet. Not sure if a cheap a** little fishing boat will cut it."
((Go ahead and post in Forest))
~Waruis Theme~
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 12:43 am
He looked at no one, he left in silence, still reviewing the information in his head. *These types of missions are more my forte anyway, I can't stand fighting*. His largest concern was what would the acolytes do if they found out somebody was prying for knowledge.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 7:42 pm
kenshin sat with his legs crossed at the right side of the gates entrance...his hands were laced together,the bottom of his fingers resting in the space between his lap.laying against his right knee was his large hooked wepon wearing the solid blue flower as his head rustled kissed by a gentle breeze,he waited for the others to arrive as he was keeping concious of his breathing losing himself in his own rythmic breathing relaxing his body with each and every exhale and inhale.the only difference in his attire was a light blue sash hanging from his left shoulder with a zipper running down it,as it appeared it served as a carrier for his weapon and his tool in one.
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The Demon Quinlain Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 8:39 pm
When Kenshin had gone back to his home, Devonte and Mizuchi had taken the time to prepare themselves as well. Mizuchi quickly grabbed a few things from his home and stuffed it all in a backpack, his sword still strapped to his back and his kunai pouch fastened to his leg and one to his belt. His mother had goven him a temporary headband to wear while out on his mission. He was so excited to be able to go on a mission. He couldn't wait to brag to his class mates how he was given a mission before even graduating! But what he was really anxious for was the chance to get his hands bloody! He had a natural killer's instinct, that was clear to just about everyone who knew him! He just wanted to get going!
Devonte had to make a stop at his house too. He was sure to pack only what was necessary, before lifting his giant battle axe onto his back and strapping his senbon-shooters on the back of his wrists. He wrapped a light scarf around his neck and put his goggles over his head, the lenses resting above his forehead.
The two now walked over to the village gate to find Kenshin waiting for them. "A'right, lets get to the port town. Our ship to the mainlands leaves in a few hours. Let's go." Devonte said, taking the lead. He took a few steps foreward then sprinted to the port town, Mizuchi and Kenshin following him.
((the Forest/Traveling))
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 4:30 pm
A lone figure approached the village gate with slow steps, aided by a knotted old cane. A sweet smile blessed her lips and her skin was kissed by the passage of time. In her other hand she lightly grasped a small disk-like object cloaked in a red checkerboard pattern. Could it be a plate? Or was it something more sinister....
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:44 pm
The old lady made a slow but direct path towards the village gate. She did not seem to rush things, but at not fault of her own. She was old indeed and when one is as old as she is these things take time. It was not as if she where spying, or intentionally taking her time- but still, something didn't sit right.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:11 pm
Devonte had made a break for the village gate to check on the Hokage. He sat on the gate out of sight. 'uuuuggghhh...... and I gotta follow her all he way to the port?'
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The Demon Quinlain Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:18 pm
As the Hokage approached the gate, she touched her cheek gingerly. She pushed the skin up a little bit as if to hold it in place. As she let go it started to sag a little bit. She pushed it up once more but by then other parts of her face where slowly sagging like molasses. A disfiguring drip soon started with the Hokage apparently resolved to let it happen now. She just signed and let the process take place.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:57 pm
Devonte just watched her. 'mmm.... just hurry it up...' he groaned in his head. He hated these kind of missions! Tracking was the worst job in the shinobi world! F'in boring as hell. 'And I was put on this mission becaaaauuuuse...?'
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The Demon Quinlain Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:04 pm
Like a candle in an oven, the Hokage's form dripped and rolled down the length of her body until it reached the ground. Like a wax figurine in a Museum, she soon fell to a sticky puddle on the ground of churning colors. It soon caught fire and charred itself black, leaving a sticky pile of magma that scorched the earth. Curiously, it formed into kanji before it ignited, leaving the symbol,
emblazoned in the scorched earth- glowing with embers.
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