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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:29 pm
 Anthem 4 Pipe Dreams
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Clone-iji's eyes widened as it found itself sliding across the field. No! It couldn't lose its one advantage; he needed that oil as leverage!
Tatsuya's irritatingly calm voice sent Clone-iji over the edge. "FINE!" it shouted while craning its neck to glare at the ninja the best it could given its position. "You think I wouldn't like that!? KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE!"
A bolt of terror shot through Clone-iji, or perhaps it was its increasingly unstable form, as Tatsuya made to drag it even further away from the oil slick. It turned to Tatsuya with a surprisingly cheery flourish.
"Nothing personal, but I got yelled at for not killing you last time." The clone winked with a sparkle as he gestured a release sign with his free hand.
Except... That wasn't a sparkle.
That was a spark.
Clone-iji lit up with the intensity of a small star and crackled furiously as the being went supernova.
KRACK--BOOM!!
The real Shuniji's head bobbed slightly at the thunder echoing in the distance from his place slumped against a tree. He had no idea if he'd managed to get far away enough from the blast zone to not be in danger of a resulting forest fire, but was too tired to care. He smirked at the visions that fluttered through his mind as he slowly fell into unconsciousness.
Meanwhile, the explosion of the lightning clone alone was enough to throw a person violently, but the sparks lit off the oil in the area. Explosions flew down the trail of oil left by Tatsuya dragging himself and the clone across the grass. The fiery trail hit the clearing and...
Explosions, then fire.Mood: Relieved
Status: Out cold miles away from the blast zone
Thoughts: "Boom."  A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:58 pm
 TATSUYA MIYAKI Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. GPS : I'm on fire now! biggrin
Mood : FURIOUS!
Demon Count : ?/9
"WHA-" The boy let out a shocked call before being interrupted by the initial spark and the eventual explosion. The unbelievable force that resulted from an explosion on his back, which was cause by the oil that had been on the back of his coat, and the initial explosion Clone-iji had made not only forced him from the ground but drove enough force into him to launch off, with his coat still on fire. The boy sailed through the air, feeling the heat from the flames on his backside quickly eat through the fur that made up the insulation of his coat. He needed to get it off immediately, and in an attempt to do so he released the latch on his sword holder allowing it to fall into one of his hands before his frantic attempt to remove the coat.
Once it was finally off and thrown away the boy was beginning his descent back down to the earth, rapidly falling through the tops of the trees, one hand on his dagger and the other tightly on the sword case, however, he needed to slow his fall. Tatsuya managed to force his dagger over and aim it directly at a tree branch he was quickly coming to and forced chakra into the dagger only to see his combined forces sent the tip of the blade sailing directly through the branch without so much of a budge. Before he knew it he passed what was left of the branch and continued down. 'THUD!' The boy landed but fifty to sixty meters away from the now raging fire, completely and utterly unconscious, forced by the amount of pain his body had sustained in the short amount of time.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:47 pm
From on-high, the monkey king of the Udai had no problem taking an objective view of the situation. One Tatsuya fighting one one gaudy pink ninja. One gaudy pink ninja standing at a distance... yeah that was the one.
Plummeting towards the earth like some sort of self-guided projectile, he flickered up several hand-seals before his hand went to his mouth. Silent before he attacked, a deadly volley of fireballs rained down on Shuniji from above. Several split the trees around him, lighting them ablaze. Several more found their mark though... bearing down on him.
[Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique]
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:39 pm
Anthem 4 Pipe Dreams
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji's dozing was short-lived, however as suddenly the temperature was jacked up around him. It was suddenly very hot.
He instinctively shot away from the tree he was leaning against only for it to burst into flames and have another flaming tree fall on top of it. Shuniji scrambled backwards until he was standing. Had he been asleep for that long? He thought he'd gotten farther away from the clearing than that--!
No. That wasn't his work. Shuniji didn't need the Kakoai to tell him where the fire came from, as there was currently a furry man-thing hurtling toward him from the sky. There wasn't enough time for him to do much more than stare wide-eyed with his back pressed against a tree. At least he had the forethought to take off his gloves in case things got much worse.
...Things were totally going to get worse.Mood: Bewildered
Status: VERY MUCH AWAKE NOW, THANK YOU.
Thoughts: " burning_eyes " A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:59 pm
Like a cruise missile impacting the earth- the massive man-ape flattened an area the size of a tennis-court upon impact. Earth, tree, and stone was pushed asunder as he struck the earth near Shun. His body, now a staff, was unscathed and embedded in the soil.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:11 pm
Anthem 4 Pipe Dreams
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji may have been standing just outside of the impact zone, but it didn't mean he could avoid the shock waves that emanated from the blast. Shuniji fell face-first into the crater.
He clambered to his feet once more and eyed the staff warily. There was no doubt in his mind that man had somehow become the staff. He wasn't about to attack it either. If it survived falling from that height at that velocity, there wasn't much Shuniji could do to it in retaliation.
Still, he kept his muscles tensed, ready to either run closer or away depending on what happened next. Whatever had happened to make an unskilled taijutsuist like himself a close-range fighter was deeply regrettable.
'Oh wait... I remember now...' Shuniji shuddered.Mood: Bewildered
Status: Er... waiting..?
Thoughts: "Why am I not running away?" A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:07 pm
The staff suddenly exploded into a man....ish thing. It's fur rustled as a slight wind picked up. A glare, full of pride and full of righteousness wracked Shun,
"Shuniji Fuku... just what has that old b*****d put you up to... I hear he has you going around and knocking off the immortals... somehow..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:30 pm
Anthem 4 Pipe Dreams
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji lowered his posture so he was not-quite crouching. He normally liked when people knew his name, but the familiarity with which this... person addressed him was somewhat unsettling.
"Word travels fast, huh? Hm, I'm not one to kiss and tell, though."
Shuniji raised his eyebrows and did his best to feign disinterest. He wondered just how many connections Ichite-ru had, considering literally everyone he'd spoken to since the first Immortal went down knew his name and what he'd been up to. Shuniji, personally, couldn't understand why everyone cared so much. People died all the time. Sure an "Immortal" dying is kind of a juxtaposition, but it wasn't like Shuniji was doing anything that heinous, right?
...It was probably best if he didn't ask too many questions regarding that particular detail...
"And does my adoring public have a name?" Shuniji continued wryly. He had no idea if he could take this primate in a fight, so it was in his best interest to avoid confrontation until he could spot an opening and either attack or book it... preferably before the rest of the caravan showed up.Mood: Tense
Status: In a stare-down
Thoughts: "It's not like having all the details would make me abort my mission, anyway..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 12:14 pm
With pride in his voice and complexion, he gestured with a thumb back towards himself.
"I'm Saru Sarutobi! Division leader of the Udai Council's Southern Forces."
There was no raise in his voice or suggestion that he wasn't willing to break Shun in half.
"...and you've got about 30 seconds to give up before the rest of my cell closes the noose on this location. I'm not one for breaking spines- give it up and come in and I'll hear your side before I hand you over to Denrei."
Elsewhere, the small "crack" of a smelling salt under the young Udai ninja's nose brought him back to the waking world... shadows darted every which way...
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 12:25 pm
Anthem 4 Pipe Dreams
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
"..."
's**t... This was... unexpected...'
Shuniji had been careless. He'd let himself get lulled into a false sense of security thanks in part to his hatred of isolation. It left him with very little chakra and just as few options. He deserved this, but that didn't make him any less livid at the turn of events.
What could he do? Run? He somehow didn't expect this guy to bluff when it came to the proximity of the caravan. If he went quietly, there was even less of a chance to break out later.
Sweat trickled down the side of Shuniji's face from either stress or the smoldering trees around him. He didn't like what he was about to do, but...
He fell to his knees and exhaled. "Th... Thank God..." he breathed heavily and turned his face up to Saru Sarutobi with a relieved smile. "You... You don't know how much pressure this takes off of me..."Mood: ???
Status: Turning himself in
Thoughts: "I have a plan! ...Right..?" A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 2:38 pm
TATSUYA MIYAKI Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. GPS : Away from the explosions.
Mood : Drained
Demon Count : ?/9
There was a shake and a quick reaction to the smelling salts that lofted into Tatsuya's nose. His body may have rejected consciousness earlier but with the strong force behind him his eyes sprang open, darting around in the same fashion a mad man looked around his prison cell. The last memories he had were of falling and failing to catch himself, heck, he was having trouble remembering most of what had happened. "Ugghhh... W-what just happened?" It took a moment for the words to get out but he realized he was missing his coat but still had all his blades.
In a moment while he released the chakra within his dagger to allow it to go back to it's original short form. With that finished he could finally turn his attention to getting up and trying to finish what he started. Though, his back stung, the explosions managed to completely burst through his undershirt's back, leaving a large hole. Within the hole anyone could see the darkened area of skin that was most effected, though the boy seemed able to hold himself up, maybe he hadn't felt it yet. "Where is Sh-Shuniji?" Tatsuya spoke with a bit of a wheeze as he looked at the group that had gotten him to wake back up, fully expecting for them to take him to Saru or Shuniji.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 3:10 pm
That... was not the response he had expected. At first his face showed surprise, but it was quickly adverted. An almost "snarl" played across his lips.
"Down on the ground! You've got about ten seconds before my men arrive! 'They see you still standing, you're gonna be dropped!"
His men fought through loyalty and where armed with the perseverance of hard work. He didn't give spit if someone had natural talent. If they had heart and the will to work hard- they had value in his mind. All of his men where of "that sort". He never employed ninja with bloodlines. Often times- they got lazy. They relied on their blood to do the work of the body. No such luck in his camp!
The ninja who had woken the little Udai simply put his finger to his lips to signify silence. They where moving like a military kill-squad. They where constantly looking around. A point man signaled with hand. Delicate hand and finger motions conveyed some unknown information to the rest of the squad. These guys where professionals of the highest caliber... no bullshit. No talking. Only dedication. This was the discipline of the Southern Division.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 3:41 pm
Uneasiness of Funkness
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji's smile only brightened at the brief look of shock on his captor's face. Despite his situation, he was still sparkling.
He was already on his knees, but he raised his hands for good measure to show he wasn't attempting to throw a knife. Not even he was that desperate.
That wasn't to say his situation wasn't a little desperate, though. His chakra depletion was making him light-headed though. He wouldn't have been able to run far, much less fend off an entire squad. It was sad to say he was better off with the Udai council than trying to run back to Sound.
...Much... Much better off...
Shuniji resisted the compulsion to sweatdrop. If his capture was inevitable, it was definitely in his best interest to be polite about it.
Still... 'I don't think this guy HAS a good side for me to get on...' Shuniji thought dully. Regardless, he had to put a positive spin on this situation somehow, so he kept smiling.Mood: ???
Status: Turning himself in
Thoughts: "This really isn't my strong suit..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 4:59 pm
TATSUYA MIYAKI Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. GPS : Away from the explosions.
Mood : Drained
Demon Count : ?/9
Tatsuya gave a slight nod and slowly began picking himself up, he was too sore for words. His back popped slightly as the strain was finally lifted and his limbs ached from the sort of stress they had been under, but he would manage just fine. Once he was finally up on his wobbly feet he placed his dagger in what was left of it's holder; the tip of the sheath had been burned off. Afterwards the boy was about to place his sword holder back over his shoulder and around his back until he felt the sharp pain and let out a wince. The solution to his problem came when he lowered the belt like strip to his waist and tightened it so that it wasn't loose. Once he was quickly situated and happy with his state of being he gave another nod to the Southern Division, acknowledging that he was ready to go.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 5:23 am
Without hesitation the large monkey moved to a position where he could flank the pink wonder. Procuring what appeared to be thin black rope (and was more akin to wire...) he attempted to bind the hands of the Sound Ninja. Out from the woodwork came a half dozen or so vague shadows that sat on the edge of the clearing. Their positions where tense and on edge. They seemed ready to jump despite their proximity. This was an operation and the operation was all.
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