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 Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 4:28 pm
Metal Trsu xNew York Slavex I would like to hold a jounin / Chunin spot for a current Amegakure shinobi Wait you can't have two ninja in the same village I have to edit my Jounin then since I already have a genin in Sunagakure.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 12:48 am
Approved. Enjoy your new found power you greedy person you biggrin
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 1:47 am
For Jounin of The Village Hidden in the Rocks... RPC: U/C There were four of them, all huddled around a table, a map spread out between them. Three were dressed in all black, two had black cloths around their necks that they could pull up for half face masks, the third had a full white and red kitsune mask. The fourth person though, had nothing. Rather than wearing the normal anbu outfit, this person had on a pair of loose hakama pants, barely hanging onto their hips, and an elegant, flowered kimono that had been left open, reavealing smooth and flawless ivory skin painted with a set of twin hawks on either of their sides. Instead of the short, dark hair that the other three men had, this one had long silken strands, blond that slowly turned to an almost strawberry cream color near the ends. Mismatched eyes of blue and green shifted along the map with an almost bored expression as one of the men spoke, pointing to a spot on the map, "We'll start over here. Remember Kitsumani, that will take us about ten minutes to get to you." his dark brown eyes lifted to the blond's feminine face.
Kitsumani raised a hand slowly, letting the long silk sleeve fall down his arm as he did so, bringing the hand to cover his mouth as he yawned softly, causing the man to frown. The delicate and manicured hand waved in the air between them in a dismissing motion, Yes yes... I've got it. That gives me a total of 33 minutes and 27 seconds with him alone. Don't worry, this is going to be just like any other one." He shifted his gaze up to the brown eyed man, winking his blue eye at him, "Don't worry about a thing Mikari, I'll be back and sucking your d**k before the night's over." Mikari's face flushed red with anger and slightly embarrassment as Kitsumani brought to fingers to his lips, kissing them before waving them to the group as he turned, the open kimono flowing around behind him. "Everything will run smoothly, just like it always does." he said to them as he brought his hands to his hair, his hips swaying slightly as he walked away.
Kitsumani was a chunin, and even though he was still rather young, had gained quite a bit of respect amongst the Anbu members that he worked for, if for no other reason than because of his 'method' of working. He had no point to where he wouldn't go, no trick that he would not use, and no rule that he was not willing to break to accomplish a mission. It also came in handy that his features were, well, for lack of better words, soft. Kitsumani slid the door to his room closed, moving to a long, full length mirror to finish getting ready. He pulled a few hair accessories from a drawer, holding the clips and pins in his mouth as he set about brushing, curling, and fixing his hair. His final touch was to slide a hair clip with soft pink flowers as the decoration to match the kimono he wore. He paused, pursing his lips and adjusting a few strands of hair that he felt were out of place before he swept over to the small table that was near his bed, a large, lighted mirror behind it. Here he began the careful process of applying makeups to further enhance his oddly feminine features. By the time he was done, no one would be able to tell if he were really a male or not simply by looking at him. When he had finished and was happy with the final outcome, he stood, untying his hakama and letting it fall to step out of it, wrapping the kimono around him and grabbing the obi to place around his waist properly. He knelt down, picking up his hakama and folding it before placing it on the edge of his bed with a light sigh, pausing and letting his long, painted nails run along the fabric. Sometimes he wished he had been a little more masculine... But then who would be willing to wrap their arms around some burly man? He snorted softly, turning and walking to the door, grabbing a paper umbrella on his way out, and sliding his feet into his geta at the door. The other three were already waiting, weapons strapped and ready, masks pulled up or on. He smiled at the three, winking one last time before stepping out of the room and small building that they used as their discussion area, and down the road to where he was to meet their target.
This had been planned for weeks now, with careful observation and infiltration, Kitsumani had at last been able to get close enough to the man that they needed. It had taken a good deal of flirting and touching in just the right places at just the right times for him to finally crack and agree to meet with him on a more... private setting. Hell, it had almost taken too much, and Kitsumani was nearly ready to simply say storm the place, but the man finally broke down, last night he had came to him, telling him to meet at 8pm sharp at a rather... unique hotel. It was set off from the rest of the village and known for its more... colorful crowd. Men and women of nearly any age (even a few that were considered underage) came and paid for rooms by the hour, vanishing into them only to reappear later, smelling of cheap booze, stale cigars, sweat and sex. And the man that Kitsumani was currently going to meet, ran the entire thing. He was known for being a sleazy, underhanded and dirty man that would do just about anything and take just about anyone for money. Perhaps that was why Kiel's team had been chosen for this particular mission. The man had kidnapped someone's daughter, and apparently this someone was a person of power, and had a considerable amount of money that he could offer to get her back. As the village came in sight, paper umbrella against his shoulder to block the sun from his delicate skin, the man silently observed, mismatched eyes looking from the rooftops to the roads to the windows and doors for any signs that something was out of place. His team would be moving in from the other side, flanking the village if you would, so as to try to avoid any sort of detection or early warning that they were following him, that way, even if they were discovered, then maybe Kitsumani could still find a way to finish it quickly.
Geta shoes clicked softly against the stonework of the ground under them as Kitsumani made his way down the street, weaving through the town with a poise and grace that further made everyone thing he was actually a 'she'. At last though, he came upon the hotel, sitting back into the lush pink and white trees, a small river separating it from the rest of the town and an ornate red wooden bridge connecting it from bank to bank. It was on this bridge that the target was standing, dressed in a loose yukata and light hakama. He gave a smirk as he saw Kitsumani walking up, his face half shaded by the umbrella he carried, the trinkets in his hair dangling and jingling softly as he walked, his steps dainty and well practiced. It was such a pain in the a** to have to walk like this though... honestly, how in the hell do women do it all day?! he thought as he gave the man a coy smile, pausing to meet him on the bridge. "Yukiani, so very glad you came... Shall we... get to business?" he ask, grinning and wrapping an arm around Kitsumani's waist. The other gave a soft chuckle, snuggling a bit into the other's side. When he spoke, it was surprising that he sounded exactly like a young woman, "Oh Kiroku-sensai... You don't waist any time, do you?" he smiled, his hand coming coming to let his fingers slide into the fold of the man's yukata, "I like that..." Kiroku grinned, his hand sliding down to cup at Kitsumani's rear before leading him to the hotel.
On the other side of the woods, the three remaining Anbu had waited, watching the time for when they were to move. Kitsumani had walked through town several times before, had mapped out and counted how long it took him to get from the hotel to their hideout. And from that, they had figured an approximate time on how long it would take for them to get to the hotel, subtracted it from how long it took him, and had figured how long they would need to wait until they moved after him. Mikari looked up from his watch, pulling the black sleeve back over it and nodded to the others. It was time. The men gave a single quick jerk of their heads in acknowledgement before they were all off, spreading out along the trees, one keeping high while the other two ran low. Their footfalls were silent as the mice that ran through the woods, leaping over puddles, jumping from branch to branch, avoiding brambles and bushes that would snag and tangle them. Mikari was more worried than he appeared. That small joke Kitsumani had made before hadn't come without some truth behind it, he really wished that the other would stop, would leave the Anbu so that he would stop being placed in these sorts of missions and positions. The pair had actually once had a full out argument about it once, with Mikari telling him to just stop being a ninja all together, that he would take care of him. Of course Kitsumani wouldn't have it, and the two almost got into a full out fist fight before they had calmed. Normally Mikari wasn't worried about the other when he was out, Kitsumani could handle himself easily enough... So why then, did he have this strange eating feeling in the pit of his stomach? He swallowed, keeping his eyes ahead and beyond as he hopped over a fallen log, continuing to race through the woods. Like Kitsumani said, everything would be fine.
Kiroki lead Kitsumani into the hotel, getting a key from the attendant and leading the other up to the second floor where he held a personal room. Kitsumani giggled as Kiroki pulled him into the room, taking the umbrella from him and tossing it to the floor, pulling him close and holding him against him. Kiroki was a bit...fluffier than Kitsumani would have liked, but he had to do what he had to do. As the other's lips were pressed roughly against his, Kitsumani played the role of the enamoured girl, letting out a soft moan and wrapping his arms around Kiroki. He felt the man's lips twitch, curling into a smirk as Kiroki twisted his fingers into his long hair. Kitsumani grinned, before giving a yelp as his hair was suddenly and forcefully yanked, jerking his head back as the man swung him around and down to the ground by his hair. Mother ********! Do you have any idea how long it took me to fix what you just messed up in two minutes!? he thought angrily, though grabbed at the hands and whimpered softly, still playing the girl. Now he was pulled forward, and his face was met with Kiroki's knee. His eyes watered and spots formed in front of his vision as he felt his nose smash aganst the other's leg, audibly gasping before the man threw him back to the floor. Kitsumani brought a hand to his now bleeding nose, blinking the tears that had came to his eyes away and glaring at Kiroki, "You really think I'm this ******** stupid?! I didn't get where I am today by letting just any ******** b***h jump my c**k!" He came up as Kitsumani was starting to get up, his foot rearing back, the young blond readying himself as the kick slammed into his ribs. Oye, he absolutely hated it when they wanted to beat on him first. He cried out, gasping and grabbing his ribs, rolling away from the man as he let tears form in his eyes and fall down his face. He looked up through his now mussed hair at him, shaking, "I... I don't know what you mean! What... what are you... !!" he gasped as the door that led to the outside slid open suddenly. s**t! It's too early for them!! ******** me! he thought as Kiroki stepped back, two ninja bursting through the door. "Kill it." he emphasized the word it, and Kitsumani knew he had been found out. A smirk came to his face as his body stilled and the tears stopped. "Heh... So I guess you aren't as much of a ******** idiot as I thought." He said as he got to his feet, bringing the sleeve of his kimono up to wipe at the blood from his nose before frowning at the spot, "I'm sending you my dry cleaning bill." His mismatched eyes shot up as the ninja moved, one rushing him from the left, the other from his front.
His feet slid back as his hand went to the obi around his waist, and as the two ninja attacked, one bringing a kunai around, the other following it up with a short sword, Kitsumani first waved to the left, then dropped down in a crouch, his right leg out straight and the other bent. One hand went to his right thigh, now exposed and showing a thin strap that held multiple senbon, the other hand pulling the obi free, a light metalic sound coming from it as he whipped it up at the first one's arm, the obi acting like a whip and wrapping around it. The one with the short sword swung again, and Kitsumani leaped to the side, rolling as he jerked at the one he held, the man screaming as fabric and flesh tore, metal razor like objects sticking out of the center of the obi. Standing he pulled three senbon from his leg strap as he yanked the first one back closer to him Twelve minutes... he thought, throwing the senbon at the man's eyes as he brought a knee up to meet with the one's sternum. Air was knocked out of his lungs, and Kitsumani could feel the satisfying cracking of bones under his leg as he drew it back, planting on the toe before spinning and raising the other up, bringing the heel sharply down on the back of the man's skull and forcing his face into the floor where he lay still.
The one with the sword had blocked two of the senbon, the third thrown at a different speed than the others, and had screamed as it pierced into his cheek. Taking a moment to pull it out. It was during that moment that two more senbon came flying at him, followed shortly there after by five more. The man grunted as two slammed into his shoulders, another in the center of his chest, one skimming an ear and the rest landing in his throat. He gargled and fell with a thud, Kitsumani turning his attention up to Kiroki, in time to see three more men coming into the room. He groaned, cursing under his breath as he brought his hands to the twin hair pins in his hair, pulling them out and, with a flick of his wrists, extending them to twin two foot blades. These, along with maybe one more senbon, were all that he had brought with him, all that he could easily conceal on himself with someone noticing it. He smirked, sliding his foot back and raising one of the blades to the men that had came in, waving it toward him in a 'come on' motion, "Ya know, this is a hell of a lot more fun than what I thought the night was going to be." His eyes narrowed as the men took a step a slow step toward him, Eight minutes.... More doors were thrown open, including the front one, and Kitsumani found himself surrounded. s**t! s**t! s**t! Kiroki raised a hand, snapping his fingers, and the men all attacked the blond.
Mikari glanced down at his watch as they ran, Five minutes left.... They could make out the hotel in the distance. But something didn't seem right... They came to the edge of the woods, pausing to look at the hotel and the streets around it. They were at the far side, opposite of where the room Kitsumani was in was, so they didn't see the dark clad individuals crawling all over the side and into the room like ants, or the bodies as they were kicked out of the room as the blond fought his way through them, no longer able to escape. However what they did see, was the empty street, and the lack of lights in the rest of the building. "Damnit!" Mikari realized then, it was a trap! And they had let Kitsumani walk right into it! "Let's go!" The ninja nodded, drawing their weapons and rushing forward, bursting into the building and making their way very unquiet through the ones that were there to stop them. Mikari threw a man through the sliding wall, the rice paper ripping and thin wood breaking under him, and then froze as what he saw within. Kitsumani, bloodied, cut, broken, beaten, and barely concious, being grabbed by his hair and jerked up. "No!" he started forward, just as the blade flashed across the other ninja's neck, bright red liquid spurting and bubbling from the cut as they threw him back, the wound pulling open from the force of the throw. Mikari roared in rage, his team following in behind him, making their way through the men, Kiroki having fled somewhere.
Kitsumani coughed and gagged on his own blood, a hand feebly going to his throat to try to hold the wound closed, to try to stem the flow of blood from between his fingers. I'm going to die... he thought, his heart racing as he turned pleading eyes to Mikari, a hand coming up as he tried to reach for him. He felt dizzy... blackness starting to over take his mind. He coughed again, tasting his own blood in his mouth. It was a horrible, metallic taste. He gasped and gurgled, his hand falling to the floor as his strength left him, his eyes rolling back into his head as darkness overtook him...
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He gasped, mismatched eyes snapping open as he sat up from the bed, coughing and grabbing at his throat. Tears threatened to burn at his eyes, his fingers shifting to run along the jagged scar that ran half the circumference of his neck. He gave another cough, cringing at the grating, almost ripping feeling that it caused in his throat. A light sheen of sweat covered his exposed chest, neck and face that had him throwing the covers from his legs and swinging them over the side of his bed. He let his elbows rest on his knees as he sat there, gasping for air and slowly working to calm himself. That had been the night he had almost died... The first night he had failed a mission, the last night he ever spoke... And the night that he lost the most precious person to him. A soft, strangled sound came from his damaged throat, his hands sliding up to his face as he lowered his head into his palms, the tears now falling from his eyes as he shook his head. Mikari... I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry... He had been saved, somehow they had managed to get him medical treatment in time to save his life, but his vocal cords had been cut, damaged too badly to repair. Mikari... Mikari had been killed during the fight, trying to get to him... It's my fault... I was careless... I was cocky... and you died because of it... he slowly looked up. On his headboard was a small picture frame, in it was a photograph of a short dark haired male sitting. Resting against his shoulders, was another with soft feminine features and long blonde and strawberry cream colored hair. His hand reach out shakily, picking the picture frame up and bringing it to his lap, delicate looking fingers tracing along the face of the dark haired male as tears fell from his chin to drip against the glass.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 3:40 am
Applying for Jonin of Sunagakure Your fate has been decided, the truth has been revealed, yet you don’t understand why I have won? It’s simple, Destiny. Kanai stated, her tone harsh, yet soft with a bit of a motherly tone to it. Destiny is something you can’t escape, I was destined to beat you, don’t take it so personally. Just imagine if I didn’t beat you right here you wouldn’t have learnt from that destiny is escapable and changing is impossible. She assured, her tone bitter sweet. Kanai wasn’t the egotistical one; she was that calculating and cruel one that relied on human emotions, using criticism and insults to tear her opponent apart mentally. People seemed to get very aggravated and optimistic when their hopes and dreams are cut down and doing this only furthered her chances of winning. Don’t you understand? Everything you have done in your life until this very second, has been a waste of time; you’ve wasted your entire life to prove what? Nothing. You’re simply weak... she said, as she took a step to the right, the soft pat of her shoe landing on the cement. She began to pace to the left as her opponent lay on the ground, gasping quietly for breath and his life. Now as you can see, Not only have a torn you apart, but I have humiliated you. You thought you scratched me, how pathetic. she said as she pulled her leg back and slammed it into the males ribcage, the soft cracking of bone echoing through the hallway as he flew silently through the air. She closed her eyes slowly, the red irises enveloped by her eyelid as she opened them, her body disappearing and reappearing next to the male in the air, her leg above her head as she slammed it down into his stomach, soft droplets of blood shooting out of his mouth. As smirked as his body hit the cement, the thud and sound of cement breaking ringing through the hallway, tsk... she said, her lips frowning as the man no longer took quite breaths Had she finally done it? Had she finally killed her rival from when they were kids, when he bullied her because she had a grotesque hair color? It was possible and for a brief moment she felt good about it, she felt as though she had finally won and then she heard it, a sadistic chuckle.
She froze her body motionless as she died a little inside. She had beaten him till almost nothing existed yet he laughed? She heard his bones crack, yet he persisted in laughing at her? Her eyes shot open as he began to speak. Now, now Kanai, don’t get so full of yourself. You haven’t beaten me, you haven’t come close to it. Your death will come soon, i’m just playing with you He said, his sadistic tone brushing into her ear, filling her mind with doubt and despair. but... I... I broke almost every bone in his body and cut every tendon in it... how is he... I just... she said before she screamed softly, cut off from the need to breathe out. He had hit her in the stomach, her lips opening, droplets of blood escaping her mouth as she flew back towards the opening of the hallway, her body skipping across the ground as she lay motionless on the ground. His strength was stronger than hers but she was able to give a few good hits with ease yet he seemed to be able to withstand her constant barrage of cement breaking, bone shattering attacks. Something was definitely wrong and she couldn’t quite pin point the issue. Perhaps it was her ignorance in trying to tear him down? When people got tore down they awakened there hidden strength and clearly Hiko had. He wasn’t a weak shinobi and she struggled greatly with trying to land a hit until she cut his Achilles tendon but he seemed able to move fairly well, like nothing had happened to his body. no it was a body modification and physical endurance, surely it is she thought a little aggravated from what he had done. It was trickery she used when she versed opponents that were below her level and he must have thought the same. i... I’m not weak... I will win, destiny can’t be changed... she said, pauses in between most of her speech, trying to regain oxygen and stabilize herself. She pushed her hands into the ground and pulled her foot forward, standing up slightly and using her other leg to support her. She began to stand, her arms dropping down to her sides, hanging there as if they were killed, as if they had lost all hope in themselves as she slowly tilted her head, her eyes meeting his azure blue irisis.
[I... I will not lose to you... Not after everything you did to me... I will destroy you... Destroy every existence of you... You will die... and from my hand...] she said, as she made some quick hand sighs. You didn’t realize that it was stormy weather did you... You’re in my element now. She said as she leapt back onto the statue of the kazekage, her hand gather lighting as she stood there, her elegant hair dancing in the wind the now swept through. She planned to kill him, where he stood, shattering any building around her as a tear trailed down her cheek. I loved you... Why you... she thought as she raised her hand above her head, her head tilted down. This is the end she said as the face of a dragon appeared in the clouds, made entirely out of lightning. Kirin!!! She said as she motioned her hand down, the face crashing down to earth Hiko’s arms remaining still. Thank you... Nakai... See you around... He said, the stream of tears increasing as it hit the ground, her arms coming up to defend her head, the initial impact causing a powerful shockwave that sent her back into the nearby building. She slowly closed her eyes and drifted into nothingness, accepting that this was her death but then remembered everyone from her village, everyone counting on her to teach them. She opened her eyes slowly and drew her breath as she stood up and walked through the debris from the Kirin. She turned back and cried a little and continued walking away, never forgetting the memory of Hiko.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 12:52 pm
Sunagakure already has it's 2 jounin. Please choose another village.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 1:03 pm
II Blow Meh II Sunagakure already has it's 2 jounin. Please choose another village. You know that ShadowNaga can't have two characters in the same village. So, shadow choose Stone village I think?
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 1:07 pm
II Blow Meh II Sunagakure already has it's 2 jounin. Please choose another village. But he already has a character there ._. why can't go there :<
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 1:24 pm
Elegant Kari II Blow Meh II Sunagakure already has it's 2 jounin. Please choose another village. But he already has a character there ._. why can't go there :< Didn't notice that. Start using "quotation marks" when you speak and 'single quote marks' for thoughts. Approved
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 1:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 10:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 12:04 pm
II Blow Meh II I would like to apply to kirigakure
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 1:55 pm
II Blow Meh II Applying for Anbu of Kirigakure
Roleplay Sample:
Silence….it was all that could be heard throughout the forest floor. Isis and her team were currently dispersed amongst the bushes, silently waiting for their targets to fall into their trap. They had been in the lush forest for hours but their target still had yet to arrive, which was making Isis a little uneasy. ‘They couldn’t have been alerted of our arrival…’ She thought to herself. The bright-eyed beauty was lulled from her thoughts as glimmering sunlight began to twinkle in her eye. She inched away from the light so that it wasn’t directly in her eye, but then it moved with her. Reflected light was the oldest trick in the book.
Isis quickly leaped from the bush she was hiding in, just as a Kunai came flying in her direction and in the bush. Isis latched onto the branch above her, using her natural agility to swing to the top of it. Three kunai slipped from her sleeves, and she held them in a vice grip between her fingers. She looked around and saw that her three teammates had also reappeared from out of the bushes. A sigh of relief escaped her as she was happy to know her teammates were safe. The problem that faced them now was that the enemy could see them, but they couldn’t see the enemy. Silently cursing under her breath, Isis tossed the three daggers in the direction of the light that was still dancing around the bushes. Tink!The sound of metal clanging together could be heard, causing a smirk to tug at the corners of Isis’s mouth. She raised her hand, and tilted it forwards, signaling the others to move into that direction. The group moved like dark silhouettes towards the light that was now stationary.
As if on cue, a string of blades came flying at the group. Isis stopped and deflected the kunai with one of her own. She held the blade out as their target appeared from the shadows of the forest. Isis tightened her grip on the kunai as his face caught the light. A gruesome scar stretched diagonally across his face, aging his features. He was a large man, muscular and well built. He wore a ragged black kimono with a sun kamon on the shoulder of it, and a pair of swords on his waist. The straw hat of the warrior made him appear to be a Ronin, or masterless samurai. Isis knew better though. This was not the ordinary swordsman, but a ninja who had turned his back on the people who cared for him to follow a very different path.
”Well if it isn’t the little princess. How’s your father doing?” The man bellowed, mocking Isis’s predicament.
“You’re a monster, Hazama.” Isis shot back at the traitor. ”I’ll have your head once this is over.” Her eyes stared like daggers into Hazama, who was as merciless as ever in his demeanor. One of her teammates nodded his head to her, signaling her to keep her calm. She wanted to avenge her father by killing his murder. Hazama was a ninja assigned to her father’s squad for a mission to Kirigakure. Unfortunately, Hazama was working with the enemy ninja they were pursuing and killed her father, along with the other ninja that were there. That is why Isis was leading this mission. Hazama had just made this personal.
Isis tossed her kunai at Hazama, who quickly deflected it with a quick flick of his sword. He sheathed the blade again as Isis came flying towards him. “I don’t need weapons to fight you.” He laughed as she came flying at him with a quick flurry of punches. He blocked he throw of her fist, but was unprepared for her next attack. Isis cartwheeled towards him, bringing her left leg crashing down upon him. Hazama leaped from the range of her heel, just in time to unsheathe his swords again. The ninja turned swordsman began rapidly twirling towards her in a funnel of metal. Isis rapidly flipped backwards from the attack ordering her teammates to strike. As they engaged him in combat, Isis prepared a technique. “Scattered petal dust dance!”A spiral of wind zipped around her before funneling towards the swordsman. Her group moved out of the way of the attack, allowing it to smack right into Hazama. Unfortunately, the man had raised his katanas in time to deflect the funnel of wind. “Dammit.”
The wind funnel was sliced in half as Hazama tore through it with his now chakra infused blades. Two of her teammates had begun engaging him again, this time with fire jutsu. It seemed everything they threw at him he was able to deflect, leaving them with less and less options to work with. Isis leaped back into the battle, wielding the dual chakra scalpel technique to do extra damage to the man. She had only gotten a few successful hits in, but they were flesh wounds. Hazama’s physical strength enabled him to go on for hours with even the most severe injuries. As the fight continued, a mist began to descend upon the forest. “Kai!” Isis held out the hand sign to dispel the genjutsu’s possible effects on her. Her teammates were not as quick thinking though. They all became dazed and almost zombie like due to the mist. Isis looked around for Hazama as the mist began to clear, only to realize he was gone.
The defeated kunoichi dropped to her knees and punched the ground in anger. "That son of a b***h…He better watchout cause next time I’m coming for blood.”That man had avoided her for the last time. Next time they crossed paths, it would be the end for him. Not only had she lost her father to this monster, but also her teammates.“I promise you will be avenged father…I promise.” A tear rolled down her cheek, sparkling against the sun’s reflective rays. The battle was lost, but the war had only just begun for Isis.
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Isis arrived at the gates of Iwagakure tired and exhausted. Emotionally she had checked out. The last thing she needed was to be upset on top of her physical pain. As she passed through the gates the guards stationed there gave her a bow of compassion. Isis dismissed the action. She didn't want people to feel sorry for her, she wanted action. A killer was on the loose. One that possessed classified information on the village, making him a deadly enemy to everyone. Surely the Iwakage would agree with her, and send her to take him out once she had gotten some rest. Of course, fate has a funny way of working.
Upon entering the office of the Iwakage, Isis was hit with the smell of incense wafting in from his open windows. She lightly bowed before giving her recollection of the mission. The Iwakage nodded as her words met his ears. "So when do you want to start the next mission?" She asked. His face construed itself as if he had been dreading the arrival of that question. "You should rest. The anbu will continue the search when they can." Isis slammed her fists on the Iwakage's wooden desk. How dare he ask her to hand over the duty she promised to do?! This was her mission to complete, not the anbu. "No offense Kage-sama, but I have better chance of finding Hazama then the anbu do. I know for a fact I'm more skilled than half of them." The bright eyed beauty stated boldly. It was the truth, and she was never afraid to speak her mind. The Iwakage shook his head. He was determined to hand the task to someone else."Kage, plea-" His hand rose up, cutting her off. "My decision is final. Your emotions are clouding your judgement over something so trivial. Hazama will get what he deserves when it is time, but right now we have bigger problems to deal with." Isis stormed out of the office at the condescending tone she was getting from the kage. This was her father who was killed, a ninja of this village, and he deserved better. "Just remember that it was you who sent him on the mission to retrieve Hazama. This is your fault!" The Kage seemed to dismay her comment as she exited, only fueling her anger. He would regret his decision if another attack is made on the village.
As usual, Isis had to be correct....When she arrived at her home she was shocked to see her mother was absent. Isis nervously assumed that the woman had went to the market. But after a whole day of not seeing her mother, she knew something was wrong. Isis ran to the Iwakage's office the next day, frantically explaining herself once she arrived. The Kage looked solemn as she spoke, causing her to slow down. "What's wrong?" Isis asked. The two anbu next to him were hard to read with those masks covering their face. "You were right...I'm sorry about your mother." Isis didn't need to hear anymore. Her fists clenched tightly as a fire lit in her eyes. If her village wanted to ignore the evil it had spawned then she would be the judge, jury, and executioner of Hazama, as the Nightingale...
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 2:18 pm
Sannin positions are not open.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 2:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 2:21 pm
When will they be open? sweatdrop I'll set the application for Anbu then, if that's alright. 3nodding
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