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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 8:09 pm
Rina Kakuzu Rina smiled as Toklo instructed her on clones and substitution. Rina laced her fingers on the desk, listening. Rina hummed to Toklo's speech and Toklo realized her rythm and started singing his lecture. Rina tapped her fingers to the beat, humming louder. After the lecture, they both just laughed. They were clearly more friends then student/teacher. Rina relayed the lecture in her own words, to his approval. Rina got up and practiced small exercises to warm her up for the cloning jutsu. "Are you ready?"Toklo simply smiled back at her, nodding. He had his notebook out, ready and taking notes on her progress. He tapped the pencil on the notebook with a steady beat, watching attentively. Rina smiled as she felt her chakra moving with her mind's commands. Rina looked to her left as she felt the drain of chakra and noticed an exact copy of herself. Rina highfived her clone and looked to Toklo, waiting for further instruction. Toklo nodded after finished writing his notes. Rina sighed as she prepared her self to make a substitution. ------------------------------------------------ Rina grinned at Toklo, preparing her body and mind and soul and chakra for this new technique. Rina had an advantage to learning new things because of her love for learning and her unique clan history. Rina stretched her limbs quickly and steadily. Toklo tapped his pencil more and more rapidly, waiting. Rina smiled at him again, clearly showing she was annoyed by his impatience behind the smile. Toklo got this message and immediately kept his pencil still. "Continue."Rina cracked her neck, back, and knuckles as she got ready. She breathed deeply as she remembered the hand signals and chakra focus. Rina closed her eyes and made a clone. She proceeded to punch her clone as she heard Toklo's pencil race across the paper. Her clone disappeared into a pencil on the ground. Rina picked it up and put it on Toklo's paper. "Done."Rina thought about the next required jutsu: Wall climbing. Was she going to slide through this one so easily? Rina smiled as she opened her lunch box. She went straight for the dumplings. Rina nibbled on the happily as Toklo watched wantingly, eager to have some lunch. Rina gladly threw him two dumplings, since her mom packed six instead of three. Toklo and Rina enjoyed their dumplings in unison. As Rina shared more contents of her lunch and ate more, time slid by. Toklo breathed out, satisfyied. "Okay. Let's see you try it."Rina got up to the front of the classroom and did some exercises. She jumped up and down to side to side. She touched her toes, bent backwards, did three pushups and then sent chakra to each of her toes and fingers. she sent chakra to her hands and then her feet. Rina cracked her knuckles and stretched one more time and then walked over to the wall. She stopped, awaiting Toklo's instruction on what to imagine or think. Toklo was oblivious to this and sat, waiting. Rina decided to help him out. "AHEM."Toklo almost fell off his chair in surprise, meaning he was daydreaming while pretending to watch Rina. "Uhhh...oh yeah. You need to try and force chakra to your feet and pretend the wall is just an illusion and it is still on the floor you are standing on, not a wall."
'A little vague,' She though. 'But it will have to do.'Rina took a deep breath and stepped onto the wall. She didn't fall. She did a jump of success and started throwing herself a tiny party. Toklo smiled. "That is the last of the techniques you need to learn. Congratulations. You can do extras with Yumi if you want, or graduate now."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 3:45 pm
YUMI NARA Yumi tried to breathe regularly as she could hear the proud cheers of her family as she walked to the academy. The rest of her clan was happy too. Yumi smiled to herself as she remembered Shikamaru. "Thank you, Shikamaru."Yumi walked into the academy, waving to fellow students and friends. They were gossiping and showing their kunai. Maybe Yumi would be a weapon specialist or a medical ninja. She chuckled to herself. A medical ninja who uses shadows and water/ice jutsu? That was a first. Yumi smiled as her friend, Rina, was still with Toklo. She was dancing on the wall. 'Well,' she thought. ' At least I'm not the only one who celebrates when a jutsu is finished.' Yumi walked in short strides to Toklo, and watched Rina dance. Rina grinned as she looked up to Toklo and frowned when she saw Yumi. "Are you here for the extra training?" Yumi nodded. Rina jumped off the wall and walked up to Toklo. "Leaf concentration, please." Yumi smiled. "Me too." Toklo smiled and instructed them. Both students stood at the back of the room, ready. Toklo placed a leaf on each of their heads. "Now, I want you to focus. Focus your energy on the leaf, but not your chakra."Yumi and Rina nodded in unison. They each closed their eyes and let the leaf enter their mind. The leaf swirled in the mental darkness, the students' chakra flowing in and around the gentle leaf. Shikamaru appeared. He had his hands in his pockets and he smiled. "Good job, Yumi." Yumi smiled and focused harder, and Rina followed, determined to defeat her rival. Minutes passed in real life and their mental capacity. The leaf swirled with the invisible wind and chakra, flowing and swirling so gently and sweetly. Rina and Yumi's leaves merged as one in their shared mental room. They noticed eachother's presence and focused even harder. BOOM BOOM BOOM!~ Yumi and Rina opened their eyes in a surprised way, their focus completely severed. Toklo was clapping. "You both pass."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 8:37 pm
Rina Kakuzu Rina smiled as Yumi and Rina were presented a ninja headband. Toklo's face had a small stream form as tears of joy fell. Rina and Yumi felt the same experience. They were proud to be Genin. "You two make me proud." Toklo put his hands on their shoulders, sniffing. Yumi and Rina put on their ninja bands. They had graduated. They were ninja from Village Hidden in the Leaves. They were Genin. They were ninja. [Short Graduation Post!~]
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:04 pm
On a ominous day the dark clouds above start to swirl in a rage of winds. Shortly after rain begins to fall and the sky starts to shake from loud claps of thunder. A hooded figure walked with his hands in his pockets walking threw the rain on the path to the Hidden Leafs ninja academy. The person had very white pale skin. It was purified like snow by bleach and alcohol a long time ago. The teen walking to the academy wore a white hoodie covering his pure white skin was blotched with blood all over the place. His skin if touched would feel like burnt leather and his hair always was scorched black, the hair had forcefully changed that color forever when his body was set on fire. A shadow covered his face as he walked threw the entrance of the school. The rain had made the blood on his white hoodie look fresh once again even though his last victim was two nights ago. Back in his home town he had been stabbing a four year old girl to death yelling at her over and over "Go to sleep!" in his loud thunderous voice. He couldn't help but laugh at what a terrible babysitter he would make. Maybe in this village? Well no body knew him yet so he could get away with a few quick murders. That was something he had lacked in this new place. Fear, no one feared him. It wasn't like his old town where everyone was so scared of drifting off into a sleep no one would dare blink or yawn for a second. Jeff took off his hood. He looked pleased at the thought. Rice country, his old home, so many gallons of blood poured threw the streets. He looked pleased as much as he looked scary. Anybody could tell from his face that those were self inflicted wounds on his face. His cheeks were missing and his lips were scabbed and they bled everyday. The reason was because he never ever wanted to stop smiling at his wonderful body. He had what looked like black raccoon eyes from a distance but, what they really are were burns Jeff made with his silver stainless steal Zippo lighter. The reason he burnt out his own eyelids was to never stop looking at his beautiful body. He believed his body was a perfect match for his own sick and twisted personality. And having the personality of a deranged physio killer, he was probably right. Jeff walked down the halls un hooded now and carrying his knife close. It was a regular looking butcher knife but it was the first knife Jeff drew blood from another living human with. He admired the sharp weapon and convicted all the rest of his murders with it from the love and believe he had in it. It had never been washed since his first murder with it so a person nor jeff could tell where the rust starts and the blood begins. But its the small things in life that made a teen such as jeff happy. Lights slowly burn out as Jeff enters the halls, but it was probably because of the ever so present Slender Man. "It's you..." Jeff announced. He looks behind his shoulder noticing the tall monster behind him. The very tall monster behind him had on some weird suit. No, weird is not the word for it. Everything else was weird, this piece of clothing that he wore was very... Normal. "How have you been slenderman?" Jeff asked in his raspy deep voice while looking up into what should have been eyes. The teen didn't really expect the tall monster to talk, he had no mouth and because so he wouldn't talk back.  630
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 7:19 am
 ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ ▂▃▅▆↕☆↕▆▅▃▂ ♪ ♭ ♩ ♪ ♬ ♫ ╔═════════════════════╗ The boy listened and thought about what could have happened to them when they were younger. It seemed the girl was thinking of something, a lot of anger was pent up inside her, and that was clear. Maybe something happened to her family? Maybe something her family did to her? The possibilities were endless and made everything that much more complicated when Aaron tried to place the reason as to why she was the way she was. Her looked her over, her long hair could get in the way of her fighting, she she didn't seemed to mind. His attention was brought to the youngest member of them there, Hariko. The boy began to tell them how he wanted to become powerful, unmatched by anyone, and destroy his clan. So he was one of those people, who wanted to wipe their blood off the face of the earth. Aaron felt a small pang of sympathy for the kid. He was so young and already face the side of war and death. He sighed, they were a very sad bunch, almost as if they were meant to find one another and tell each other their stories. The prospect of having someone else join their group and carry out their dreams. Even if their goals were cloaked in darkness. War and hatred seemed to be the most common things in the world. He looked up at the sky, and began to think of what they should do. He wanted to create a village were everyone were equal, no one was punished without reason, everyone had their thoughts heard, and treated each other right. He sighed, before looking down at the two of them. "Such a sad bunch, aren't we?" He asked but it sounded more of a statement. He thought for a few seconds more. What if they all grouped together, and help each other. It would work so much more, the more people helping you out, the faster and better things can be done. Aaron smirked at this. "I'm not one to team up with people. But, I'll make an acceptation this time. I will help you two out with whatever it is your out to destroy or kill, as I will help you. Sort of like a team." Aaron said and laughed. More like a team of devils. He couldn't help but question himself as to why he was offering them this. Maybe it was because he was sick of being alone all the time, maybe he was just sick of having fake people around him all the time. He was always surrounded by fake people, with their happiness and false hopes. Aaron's silver eyes kept their same bored expression, but a little anger was held behind them. He waited patiently for their answer, and wondered if they really would accept his offer... ╔═════════════════════╗How am I feeling?: Interested What are my thoughts?: "These kids..." Who am I with?: Kaigo and Hariko Word count: 473 Spendable Chakra points: 4056 ╚═════════════════════╝
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 1:00 pm
 The sickening overwhelming presence would quickly begin to fill the area, the very realm of the world appearing to distort and warp itself slightly, the colors to which normal things would appear, quickly beginning to distort themselves and invert to their opposites. Just as quickly as the colors shifted they would return once again, although the full effects of the distortion would continue to show as an unnaturally tall black suited figure simply appeared in the area, it's faceless head slowly turning and bringing an eyeless gaze downwards and onto the young Jeff as it's head slowly tilted to the side almost in a sort of acknowledgement. Moving forwards now, the overwhelming presence that would quickly begin bringing any nearby shinobi to their knees would begin to grow even stronger. The coughing fits of nearby weaker shinobi quickly filling the air until the tall unnatural figure had fully moved himself into this frame of reality for the time being. A long thin arm slowly rose from the tall man's side, raising and soon coming to rest upon Jeff the Killer's shoulder with a posture similar to that of a father like figure, although that was hardly the intent. The moment his hand touched Jeff, the necessary contact for simple communication was established. Vivid and gruesome images would thrust their way into Jeff's head, before the images themselves would tone down their vulgarity and soon words would begin to ring themselves outwards directly from Jeff's inner ear themselves. "Why are you calling me here, Jeff.. You should remember the last time I was brought into a school setting.." A simple question and statement. Any number of times the Slenderman had been brought around the location of children, there had been nothing less then disappearances. Although these were not only limited to children alone, in the end the school itself had been abandoned due to the flames that had consumed the area post to one of the entire classes vanishing without a trace. Long pale white phalanges oddly gracefully curving around the blood stained sweatshirt clad shoulder of this young murderer to which he had laid claim, the Slenderman slowly rose it's pale faceless head with a slight twitch to which distorted the area for a quick moment, it's eyeless gaze dropping onto the area without actually looking at it at all. [ Harder then I thought to RP with this character. So it took me a bit longer to write this up.]
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 6:27 pm
Jeff smiles widely at the tall suited figure showing all his bloody teeth at once. It was something a human like Jeff could do with both his cheeks cut out. Jeff strokes his hair back. "They needed to die...besides who is going to even remember that in a few years. It's happened to me unfortunately." Jeff shakes his head and puts his hands in the white pockets. "No one even remembers my murders after a week." Jeff wonders down the halls of the ninja academy with the Slenderman not to far behind him. Loud rolls of thunder from the storm outside rumbles covering a proportion of his foot steps. The muffling of Jeff's sneakers by the thunder aloud him to sneak up on his victims before stabbing them. These kills were made easier with the monstrous being fallowing only 3 inches behind him at most. The Slenderman made all the ninja close by so weak and easy to kill. Some of the students in the hall way were in a coughing fit and to shut them up Jeff would pick them up off the ground and stab them in the middle of their necks dividing their throats into two septum's with his knife.  To make them stop coughing adding to the stab he quietly whispers to each student individually "Go to sleep!"
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 2:09 pm
 Hariko Mizu, The Cold Demon Logan could see that Aaron noticed the anger within the girl, as he did as well. Aaron seemed to be scanning the girl, examineing her physically, as well as mentally. He looked to her hair, almost judging it. Perhaps it was for it's beauty, but given the personality he had shown, it seemed more likely he was looking at it for length and nature, thinking about it from a pragmatic point of view. Then his gaze turned to the young Hariko. Though Hariko didn't know it, Aaron completely misunderstood what Hariko had said. He said he intended to kill those whom lead to the death of much of his clan. Aaron sighed, appearing deep in though. Hariko, too, found their meeting rather interesting. Perhaps there was a higher purpose in it, or so one might think. Hariko was not one to think such things. He wasn't the religious type, and didn't really believe in anything like fate. Aaron's thoughts were right about some things though, although Hariko had no knowledge of them. He was right in that Hariko was touched by war. As a child, his parents were murdered, along with most of his clan, leaving only Hariko and a few others left. It was Hariko's family that had been used by the Mist village in the worst times of war and darkness. The people of the Mist village, as peace began anew, saw them as a symbol of the blood-stained past. They, and the kage, had wished to forget. Hariko's eyes glanced from Aaron, to the girl, and back to him. He watched as the boy looked to the sky in thought, perhaps deeper then before. He caught Hariko's attention when he said, "Such a sad bunch, aren't we?", more in a statement fashion, then that of a question. "One may call us sad...but it is people like us, willing to fight for our goals that will change this world." Aaron had paused for a few more seconds, once again within his own mind. What exactly was he planning? He then smiled to them, saying, "I'm not one to team up with people. But, I'll make an exception this time. I will help you two out with whatever it is your out to destroy or kill, as you will help me. Sort of like a team." Hariko thought about this idea a bit surprised at how willing one such as Aaron was willing to do such a thing. The boy just laughed. Perhaps the boy, whom seemed to be a normal loner, actually sought teamwork, either through curiosity, or common interest. Perhaps, he was just lonely. Hariko ran it over in his own mind. In the end, the boy was just that, a boy, gifted with a unique kekkei genkai. He had talent and potential, but by himself, he had little chance of taking on the whole of the mist. Even if he could, he would need years to gain that type of power. He answered softly. "I'll join you. If you will help me with my goals, I will help you with yours." He stood up on the branch. Chakra total: 4429 Spendable chakra points: 1187 Shuriken/ Kunai Target Practice- 200/200 Dummy Fighting- 200/200 Sparing- 300/300 Meditating- 300/300 Weight Lifting- 300/300 Weight Running- 300/300 Leaf Concentration- 500/500 Chakra Molding- 129/500
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 5:07 pm
 xxxxxxx Imara Chapal - Ten xxxxxxx
-::~ Hidden Cloud ~::- word count:: 1015x2 for weekend = 2030 xxxxx with:: no one xxxxx feeling:: focused xxxxx health:: 100% xxxxx chakra count:: 500[?] xxxxx Tiny hands stretched far overhead, a yawn stretching the young girls mouth wide opened. Her back popped as she bent it backwards and then she sat there, not moving an inch. Her hands had fallen onto her lap and her big brown eyes were half open, threatening to shut on her once again. Mornings were not exactly her best time of day. In fact, she hated mornings. It took all of her energy just to get out of bed. She brushed some of her short dirty blonde hair behind her ear before yawning again. She slumped forward, head resting on her scrawny perched legs. She just wanted to sleep.
Somehow, her eyes had fallen shut. Sleep had been just within grasp, but a loud banging woke her up. Awake and alert, her lids snapped open and she glanced at the door that had been slammed open in her bedroom. A blonde male with shaggy blone hair and the same brown eyes as herself stood there, a stupid grin on his face. Imara did not return his grin. Instead, her face remained blank, eyes drilling holes into his head. "I'm awake," she muttered groggily, but her body didn't move.
"Doesn't look like it," he retorted playfully before grabbing the back of her striped, long sleeve shirt and lifting her up out of the bed. How he had moved so quickly from one side of the room to the other without her even noticing was beyond her, but she was too tired to think about it. Imara didn't even bother to fight him. Instead, she yawned and folded her arms over her flat chest.
"Marak," she barked weakly. "I'm up. I swear." She was dropped onto the floor, landing on her bottom with a loud thud. She winced at the sharp pain, before standing slowly and rubbing her soar cheek. She used her baggy sleeve to wipe her groggy eyes before looking at her brother with a frown. "That hurt. I hate bein' woke up like this. Just bring me food or something. . ." Despite being slightly annoyed, she was too tired to put any emotion in her voice.
Her brother was still grinning, and he had made his way to the doorway by now. "Speaking of food, breakfast is ready. If you're late for Academy they might kick you out, you know? You should really," before he finished, Imara was dashing past him, feet slapping against the wooden planks in the floor.
She had completely fogotten! More like, she had been too groggy to even worry about such a thing as time. If she didn't hurry she was going to miss training, and that she couldn't have. Luckily, she was more than just a little quick. Time wasn't much of a problem for her. After scarfing down eggs and sausage, she ran back upstairs to wash up and change. She wrapped her chest and lower half with bandages like usual before throwing on a black t-shirt that was cut off above her bellybutton with a white cartoon kitten on the front and a pair of black and white plaid shorts. After snatching black and white striped long socks that didn't cover half of her foot from a drawer she slid those on, and then bolted to the bathroom where she pulled some of her hair back with a lose black lace. Afterwards she was darting to the front door to slide on wooden thong sandals. While doing that she strapped her small wooden bow to her back and slid a pair of goggles around her neck. Weird as it was, she was dressed and ready for training. Maybe she was odd, but she couldn't help herself. Everything had its own reason for being worn. "Bye, brother!"
The streets were busy, but it was to be expected. It wasn't so crowded she couldn't move, but if she didn't pay attention, she could drift off and bump into someone. She could hear people speaking about breakfast, their daily lives, missions, and gossip, but her mind was already starting to wander. On this sunny day she was going to get even stronger! That was her goal. If she didn't get strong, she would never get to help her brother and father search for her mother. That was important, and she was determined to be of some help. Her mother was a powerful ninja, so there was no way she was actually gone. It was impossible she simply vanished without a trace. She had to be somewhere and Imara would find her.
The blonde ran through the dirt streets, weaving between the people chatting as they walked. She had no time for idle chit-chat, and gave a few of the people she knew simple waves so that she could hurry along to trainning.
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The morning lectures were her downfall. It didn't take long and her head began to feel like lead while her eyes would droop. After being caught drifting off for about the first hour and a half, she would usually wake up, but from time to time her mind and eyes would wander out the window. She would think about how to improve, or simply daydream about anything that came to mind. Like what would happen if she found a puppy on the way home, or what she would do if someone were to challenge her right now. It was all possible, and she enjoyed letting her mind wander to think about the outcomes and how she would handle each of them.
Her focus became stable when afternoon excersices came into play. She balled her fists up, watching some of the other students as they sparred with the dummies. She awaited her turn, but she was never satisfied. When it was time for free practice she happily found herself a dummy and began to spar. Every connection her leg made wasn't hard enough. The only attack she felt was even half strong enough was her Crane technique. Her fingers would literally splinter the wood inward, leaving a gaping hole. When frustrated, she would use this technique to damage the wood.
Sweat rolled down her thin brow as she bolted through a set of dummies, hands and feet connecting with each of them. Her body moved swiftly and soundly, making it hard for people to see her. It was like becoming invisible, but she could move much faster and do damage.<---------------------Left To Go---------------------> Henge no Jutsu: 300/300 Skill Points xxxx
Bushin no Jutsu: 130/300 Skill Points xxxx
Art of Substitution: 400/400 Skill Points xxxx
Tree Climbing: 600/600 Skill Points xxxx
Water Walking: 600/600 Skill Points xxxx
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Chakra Molding: 0/500 Skill Points x
Leaf Concentration: 0/500 Skill Points x
Shuriken/ Kunai Target Practice: 0/200 Skill Points x
Weight Lifting: 0/300 Skill Points x
Weight Running: 0/300 Skill Points x
Dummy Fighting: 0/200 Skill Points x
Sparing: 0/300 Skill Points x
Meditating: 0/300 Skill Points x OOC: someone want to interact? x3
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:38 pm
[. homicidal toe socks .] "OOC: someone want to interact? x3" Sorry for the crappy-like post. If you want, we can rp together? I'll have to end it at the end of the week though since I won't have time to reply by then. Maybe Saturday? Anyway, wanna rp for a while with me?  A woman with bleached blonde, almost white, hair comes out of the Academy doors dragging her feet. She begins to yawn but seems to stops herself by raising her index finger to the sky. She then brushing that finger along the side of her face. "I don't think I can stay awake through another lecture. Screw work, I'm going to take a nap somewhere. You got any good places in mind?" The woman seems to just stand and face forward, her question seeming to be directed at someone despite no one being there. She adjusts her Jounin vest a little, trying to find the best way to tug it off, before starting to laugh. "I would rather sleep in the class itself than to fall asleep there. I mean, where would you lay your head?" She decides to just leave the vest on and begins walking down the steps. Her long, dark brown skirt drifts a little in the breeze that kicks in once she reaches the bottom of the steps. "Anymore of your useless suggestion and I think I might send you beyond this world and into another. First the bathroom and then a tree? What if I roll over? At least in the bathroom I couldn't fall and break my neck," she complains. "I'll just wander around until it's quiet and just collapse."
Her pale blue eyes fall on a number of paths before finding one that she can't help but stare at for longer than the others. She continues dragging her feet as she begins heading in the direction of the training area where people typical fight with the dummies. She finds herself kicking up dirt and dirtying up her straw sandals that she's wearing. Still, she doesn't seem to change her expression from a tired one. Her hair drifts up and away from her shoulders as she walks and falls a little down her back in a downward style when she finally reaches the training area and stops. She watches things going on and groans. "It's noisy here. Need silence to sleep..." Words = ?
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 9:41 pm
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Word Count: 2110 ~~~~~ Partner(s): N/A ~~~~~ Feeling: Cocky & Confused
Deadpool sat in the back of the room, feeling a little out of place. All he could remember was having a chess match with Weasel using grenades and live bullets and now all of the sudden he was sitting within a weird building filled with Shinobi and practicing ninjutsu... Deadpool reread that sentence and a confused look could be seen behind his mask. Shinobi? What the hell could that mean? Well, I'll tell you Deadpool but this is the last time I am going to break the fourth wall cause I do that with The Guy already. Shinobi are Ninja... Wait, why the hell am I explaining this to you? You can speak four languages and Japanese is one of them! "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to see if I could still do a monologue in these text boxes. It looks like you are going to be my narrator then? Fine, whatever. Just play me as you think I would act. P.S. I missed you text boxes that shows my every move and thought. I missed you a lot."Fine by me. Anyways, Deadpool looked around the room to watch as the teacher was explaining the details of a particular technique that Deadpool would find all the more useful when it would come to taking an enemy by surprise. The art of substitution. This would mean that Deadpool could swap himself with a nearby object, pretend to be that object, and then strike when the enemy is the most vulnerable. An interesting technique but they were talking about some form of energy. Chakra? Deadpool looked up at... Damn it Deadpool, stop breaking the fourth wall and just take the knowledge instead of asking me what everything is! "But I like asking you question, Mr. Narrator! It is fun reading what you are typing up."Gah... Alright, for those of you who did not know what Chakra was, Chakra is the form of energy used in this world that only the spirit can muster and the body can hold. It is through this unison that chakra can be used in the physical world. But be careful, use too much chakra and your body will be left with no energy to fight. Deadpool nodded his head in what looks like understanding... I really do hope he is understanding this... A hand was to his chin before the teacher called him out. "Wade," shouted the teacher. "Stop daydreaming and pay attention! Juko, I want you to throw that shuriken-" That is a ninja star Deadpool, pay attention, "and throw it at me." The child looked towards the teacher before picking up the shuriken. He then quickly tossed it towards the general direction of the teacher, the star curving towards the man body before it struck dead center. A few children gasped, well mainly the females, before the man suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke and was replaced by a log that had the man's coat on. The class looked around to find that the teacher was standing on the roof, hanging upside down and smiling. Deadpool was genuinely impressed by this act though little did he know that this was merely just the beginning of all the secrets in this world. "Alright children... And man with the mask... I am going to place a log next to you and you are to swap places with it when I throw this false kunai-" a throwing knife damn it Deadpool, "at you. Line up and prepare for the test!" Deadpool was relieved. He had been sitting in a very uncomfortable position seeing as he was too large for the desks or even to fit properly between the desks. He managed to slip out from between the desks that were pinning him down as he stumbled behind a few students. He looked around at the room before his eyes laid upon the student at the front of the line, all ready to go for the test... What was worse was that Deadpool was literally next in line. He looked a bit dumbfounded on how he ended up this far up the line if he had to wiggle out of the wedged position he was in before a sudden explosion of smoke signaled that the substitution techniques was already used. This was surprising as he was lost in thought, wondering how he ended up near the front of the line. Deadpool was pushed towards the area where he had to take the test and held up his hands calling for some time out. "Hold on, I just got here and I need to study a few things. Can I do that? Montage Man!""What up mon! I heard you need a Montage!" Wait, when the hell did~ "Not important Mr. Narrator. Yeah, I need to study for this test. Mine helping me out?""No problem mon! Let's go! Bop bop!" As Montage Man bumped his hands together twice, a sudden flurry of images started to slide over the screen with a inspirational song playing in the background... Damn it, get this s**t out of my face! There we go, the screen is clear and no more watching Deadpool flip through the pages of a book in the school library... What the hell? "What?"Where did Montage Man go? "He left before Ending Credits Man appeared. Anyways, I am now ready to take the test!"You became ready for a test that you studied for in the time span of a minuet? ... Whatever. Deadpool stood ready before placing a headband upon his forehead with the Japanese national symbol upon it, the Red Sun with a whitewash background before standing with his hands making the seal of the Ram with his eyes closed. The teacher shook his head before throwing the projectile towards Deadpool, striking him but... Suddenly Deadpool turned into a log... How the hell... Never mind, this will never make sense no matter how long I think on it. Anyways, Deadpool was standing at the back of the class, his large grin showing through his mask as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, excited for what was next on the list... I swear, I need a break from this...
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 5:09 pm
xxxxxxx Imara Chapal - Ten xxxxxxx
-::~ Hidden Cloud ~::- word count:: 341 xxxxx with:: Zoto xxxxx feeling:: hungry, tired xxxxx health:: 100% xxxxx chakra count:: 500[?] xxxxx Crack! Her fingertips splintered the wood they connected with, caving a hole into the chest of a wooden dummy. The small girl's chest was heaving up and down as she breathed, sweat dripping down her forehead. She felt drenched, but she wasn't done. If she gave up, she would never be fast enough. There would be no getting stronger. Again, she slammed her fists into the dummy, followed by her feet. Over and over she connected until finally the dummy doubled over, abused as much as it could be abused by a single person. Her body ached, but still she didn't want to quit. After a few seconds of steadying her breath, she was moving across the earth, invisible to the naked eye. Her goal was to attack all of the dummies, but she had to skid herself to a stop when she nearly collided with a real person. She was blonde, with pretty green eyes. Imara had seen her around the academy, but she wasn't sure about the name at the moment.
The young blonde wiped some sweat from her forehead as she steadied her breath and looked up to look the woman in her eyes. "Sorry," she apologized. She dropped her hands to her hips and sighed. "I've been practicing non-stop. I guess I was starting to lose some of my focus." It probably was about time she took a break. Sure, she wanted to continue practicing, but if she wore herself down too much then she couldn't practice for awhile. That wouldn't do her any good.
Imara held her hand out and grinned. "I'm Imara Chapal." Her stomach growled as the woman introduced herself and she laughed. "I'm starving. Want to get something to eat?" A child-like grin was placed on her face as she asked. Normally she would eat with her brother, but it would be easier if she could go somewhere nearby instead of going home. Although, he would probably be mad about it when she returned home. She could hear the lecture now.<---------------------Left To Go---------------------> Henge no Jutsu: 300/300 Skill Points xxxx
Bushin no Jutsu: 300/300 Skill Points xxxx
Art of Substitution: 400/400 Skill Points xxxx
Tree Climbing: 600/600 Skill Points xxxx
Water Walking: 600/600 Skill Points xxxx
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Chakra Molding: 171/500 Skill Points x
Leaf Concentration: 0/500 Skill Points x
Shuriken/ Kunai Target Practice: 0/200 Skill Points x
Weight Lifting: 0/300 Skill Points x
Weight Running: 0/300 Skill Points x
Dummy Fighting: 0/200 Skill Points x
Sparing: 0/300 Skill Points x
Meditating: 0/300 Skill Points x
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 8:36 pm
[. homicidal toe socks .]  Nimen's eyes seem to suddenly become very alert and narrow as she looks out of the corner of her eye at something that seemed to be heading in her direction swiftly. Once the object finally comes to a halt, revealing herself to be a small child, Nimen's tense shoulders relax. She turns around and looks at the girl, her eyes lazy like before now. When the girl goes to look Nimen in the eyes, the woman gives a big yawn, shutting her eyes as a result. "Tired," she mumbles as she goes to turn away. Just when she does, her eyes focused on a new path, the girl extends her hand out to her. She turns around and just stares at the girl's hand as she asks Nimen to eat with her. "I'd rather take a nap," Nimen groans. She turns all the way around and places both hands onto her hips. "What kind of food did you have in mind," the woman asks sleepily. She supposed, since this little girl was asking, she could stay up a little longer and oblige her. Besides, she was mostly sleepy out of boredom this time. So she had energy to burn still. "I like hot food, just so you know. Imara, right? Call me Nimen," she says before breaking into a yawn, "if you want. But don't make me feel old. No Miss or Mrs., got it?" Nimen seems to hear something and looks over to her side before grinning a moment. The grin falls as Nimen begins walking on her own, not even knowing their destination. Words = ?
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:16 pm
The black suited figure casually strolled behind Jeff, his footsteps more silent then the sounds of the deceased after they had been slaughtered so mercilessly by Jeff himself. Pale features facing forward without true motion, the act of strolling simple that of an elongated motion of a single long and unnatural leg followed by the next, one stride easily doubling if not more to the strides that Jeff needed to take in order to stay ahead of this unnatural figure that had entered the school. Although the coughing itself was beginning to grow less noticeable in the crowd around them. The effects would still be enough to keep some students on their knees in sheer agony as if they were hacking their lungs out, or at least recovering from such an action when Slenderman had arrived. There wasn't a motion itself by an arm or even a tilt of his head now, fleeing students were rushing forwards in fear and attempting to either escape their classrooms and make it passed Jeff and Slenderman, or to simply dash passed with a skill they had learned while spending their time here in training and knowledge gaining. There was no chance for fleeing now though, the tall man was here now and he intended to make sure each and every one of these children met the same fate that the others that had come before him have met. From his back came multiple black slim appendages to which at first glance would appear to be shadow, although as they stretched out so inhumanely forwards and began to wrap around the throats or limbs of fleeing students, the obvious would reveal themselves. These were actual limbs to which simple consisted of a solidified chakra and shadow base, something created through an unknown and perhaps singular item that Slenderman himself must possess in some form or another. The tendrils would not only slip forwards with ease, they would find their way onto a target, cleanly lifting them into the air in a matter of seconds in order to not only suspend them, but should it be a limb that one of the tendrils grabbed. The black mass would squeeze until a snap was heard, and then smoothly throw the partially broken toy forwards and into the closest wall or fleeing student for the maximum amount of damage that was needed. Normally he would clean the area of bodies that were killed by himself or a comrade, pulling them into an alternate dimension or wherever they would go when they were taken.. Not this time though, Slenderman was simply following the lead of Jeff the Killer, slaughtering without heed or cause. The bodies could be collected later anyways, seeing as they had all the time in the world! With a tendril sliding across the ground like a serpent, it would coil around the ankle of a child snapping the student off their feet and pulling them into the air in an instant in order to draw it up and over Slenderman's tall faceless head. With the student hanging upside down before him, his head would c**k slightly to the side as he simply looked at the child without a possible gaze to reveal his intentions or a feature to show satisfaction in his catch. He would stand still, holding the small girl shinobi for a moment, allowing Jeff the time to kill some more of the stragglers as the chase itself had begun for the slaughtering of this school itself.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 7:19 pm
xxxxxxx Imara Chapal - Ten xxxxxxx
-::~ Hidden Cloud ~::- word count:: 1012 xxxxx with:: Nimen xxxxx feeling:: happy xxxxx health:: 100% xxxxx chakra count:: 500[?] xxxxx Instead of getting a handshake, the seemingly tired older woman simply stared at her hand before groaning that she would rather take a nap. In response to the action, Imara tensed up and clenched her jaw. Rude! She eyed the woman up and down, taking her lazy demeanor into account. Typically, she wouldn't spend much time with people like this, mainly because she was afraid their lazy tendancies could rub off on her, but it was no harm while relaxing to relax with those who did it best. At least, she hoped so. So far, it had not done any permanent damage to her driven personality.
Imara dropped her hand, intending to give up altogether since the woman seemed utterly uninterested, but the woman spoke up again, voice sounding lazy. It sent a pang into her core, but she always respected her elders, and made sure not to seem rude or annoyed. She couldn't help that she had pet peeves, but she could help herself to keep them from showing. Instead she smiled and shrugged her shoulders in response to the question. Food in general sounded great, and she wasn't a picky eater. If it was food, it was eadible. Then the introductions followed, and Imara felt more at ease. For a moment, she felt like she was being a pest more than anything. She was a child, and on top of that she had no problem opening her mouth to a stranger to speak. It was just her way. Completely blunt and open.
The woman broke into a yawn before finishing her sentence and Imara gave a big grin. "Got it. Your name is Nimen. And I am Imara, not kid or youngster." The woman began walking and Imara followed before strolling out to be in front. She began walking backwards, facing the older woman as her eyes strayed upward to see her face, which looked listless, to say the least, but pretty. "If you want hot food, I know just the food." She smiled. Her brother made great food, no matter what, but she knew a few resturaunts around too that were almost as good. "They serve all sorts of stuff," she continued. She could see it all going through her head. Sandwhiches, soups, chicken, sweets, bread. They even had beef. Her stomach rumbled before she laughed and spun around to face forward and slapping her goggles onto her face. "So, are you a student or teacher?" She inquired, completely curious about it. She was sure the woman was familiar somehow, but she wasn't sure from where at the academy exactly. There was no telling. Imara didn't pay much attention to people, unless they made themselves important to her. She had more important things to remember. Not that she disliked people or found them unimportant, but other things were more important.
The streets were more busy than when she had left home, but she had figured they would be. They weren't too bad, though, which was always good. It meant the restraunt wouldn't be too crowded. At least, she hoped not. Sizzling noises and smells of cooking food crept into her nose as they approached a large wooden stall with a bar. The bar was barely visible between a slit in the white tarp serving as a door for the building. Imara pushed it aside and held it open so her companion could enter. "This is Mr. Hoshi's place! He is a grandpa, but he can cook. So can his sons, daughter, and older grandkid. Family thing." She hurried across the wooden floor, taking in the familiar surroundings only briefly. A few people were seated at the bar drinking and eating. The flat stoves were sizzling and smoking as bodies cooked raw meat and vegetables.
An older man, tall and stocky in build, turned to the newcomers and flashed the child a big grin, though he was missing most of his top teeth. "'Mara! Haven't seen ya in awhile!"
A tall brunette with thick wavy locks tied back in a ponytail turned with shining blue eyes to face the girl before rushing to the bar and hopping onto it with her upper half so she could reach the tiny girl and scoop her into a hug. She was at least seventeen and looked too pretty to be working somewhere like this, or to be related to the toothless old man as Imara would frequently point out. "Imaraaaa! I missed my little sister! Tell your brother not to cook so much!" She pushed herself back onto the floor opposite of the bar with a wide grin that somehow did resemble the old man's. "You know, I could always cook him a special meal."
"Yuck," Imara spat before making a gagging noise and laughing. "He is always busy it seems like."
"'Cause he has a brat for a sister," came a joking third voice from the end of the bar. He moved past three or four others that were working behind the bar as he approached. His hair was also brown, but cut too short to have waves. His green eyes matched his sister's, but he was older. At least in his late twenties.
"I'm no brat! I'm getting stronger," she snapped before crossing her arms over her chest with a pout.
"I know you are!" The girl squealed before pinching Imara's cheeks. "And so adorable! Looks must run in your family."
Imara swatted her hands away with a serious look on her face. It looked much to mature for a girl the age of ten, but it was common for the little girl. She was too serious, most said, but she had her comical points. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered before sitting on one of the tall chairs. "I'm starving! And this is Nimen. Cook us something great. What do you want, Nimen? They have pretty much anything." Her attention was turned from the family of idiots to the woman near her. <---------------------Left To Go---------------------> Henge no Jutsu: 300/300 Skill Points xxxx
Bushin no Jutsu: 300/300 Skill Points xxxx
Art of Substitution: 400/400 Skill Points xxxx
Tree Climbing: 600/600 Skill Points xxxx
Water Walking: 600/600 Skill Points xxxx
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Chakra Molding: 500/500 Skill Points x
Leaf Concentration: 0/500 Skill Points x
Shuriken/ Kunai Target Practice: 200/200 Skill Points x
Weight Lifting: 0/300 Skill Points x
Weight Running: 300/300 Skill Points x
Dummy Fighting: 183/200 Skill Points x
Sparing: 0/300 Skill Points x
Meditating: 0/300 Skill Points x Grimace Works It's totally okay. I know I take forever to reply. I get sidetracked doing other stuff very easily. -_-'
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