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 Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:03 pm
(( Just seemed more interesting here at the moment. ^_^ ))
Something a little strange is making its way toward the Main Dojo. It's following the tracks that lead to the Kaze Dojo. Sometimes, it's a tornado. Then it condenses and turns into a cloud. Other times it's a fine mist or fog. The whole time, laughter and voices issue from whatever the vague center of the strange phenomenon is.
Within what is currently a tornado, Iri says to Jin, "This is the easiest way I can think of to help you get a quick grip on Kaze usage. If I had learned this a couple years ago, I would have been a sensei much sooner. Every time our form changes, you can feel the differences, because you really are the air and wind. Any questions?"
The avian's voice is detached. There is no specific source. One could only say that it comes from somewhere within the tornado. Which soon becomes mist.
Jin only asks one thing: "Who are we gonna pick on?"
Iri laughs again. "Let's see, what mischief can we stir up, hmm?"
So close to the Dojo, Iri can see the happenings in the courtyard. Instead of becoming a tornado again, she keeps the most discrete form of a fine mist. After the tornado, which hadn't been very big or loud to begin with, the mist is very likely to go unnoticed. Perfect for spying on new people. One of them very violent, apparently.
"Hrm..."
She doesn't plan on getting involved. She only wishes to observe.
Jin doesn't say anything. He just observes with his teacher.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:03 pm
Me? No...should I?
Hunter answered, raising his left eyebrow.
((Oops forgot to add the red, Red = speech, Blue = Thought, Purple/squigglys = telepathy))
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:07 pm
"Hey. How 'bout her. Know her?"
The boy pants heavily, dripping blood and sweat.
"And maybe why she felt like goin' all SLAP CHOP on me just for showin' up?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:10 pm
"Pwueah!"
The girl dashes at the boy again and ducks low. As she nears him, one of the plates on her back lifts up and turns to slap him from knee-to-face with frightening force.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:13 pm
I'm sorry to say I know neither of you...which makes this all the more ackward ...
He said looking genuinely uneasy, he couldn't quite fight either of them in the off chance he was fighting the wrong one, and fighting would be a bad idea.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:24 pm
The boy vaults backwards, catching the plate only slightly, but still enough to be painful. He skids back, then charges forward, hoping to tackle her as green flame envelopes him. It is not by his bidding- indeed, he doesn't seem to notice.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:27 pm
An idea comes to Iri. She looks down at Hunter. Though she hasn't had much to do with him, the man is familiar. The problem is if he remembers her.
The avian reaches out to Hunter via telepathy. "Oi, it's Iri. Would you like me to put an end to this senselessness? It's just not good behavior on the dark one's part. The boy seems to be innocent."
Above the trees, just out of view, the mist condenses and becomes a small, swirling ball of air. All of the chakra and the essences of both Iri and Jin are within the ball. Iri is preparing to move.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:31 pm
Her form flickers as she dashes on top of the dojo, still grinning under her hood. She looks up at the sky for a moment and tilts her head, then looks back down at Dalcon and Hunter, scratching her chin with her sharp claws.
"No fair~ Why'd you have to get all glowy?"
She extends a hand towards the boy and one of the plates on her back splits into five thinner plates, though they're still just as wide across. She pulls her hand back quickly and the five razor-sharp plates fly at Dalcon, spinning wildly as they careened towards him from all sides.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:32 pm
~I'd rather like to know who each of them are...~
Hunter sat there, just where he'd stood before looking at the two of them fighting. He wasn't relaxing one bit though, his hand was resting on the hilt of his sword.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:38 pm
The tram from the Kaze Dojo was nearing the Main Dojo. Tier was riding inside the train so he could reach the Tsuchi Dojo's tram.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:41 pm
"I don't particularly care about that. I just want to see to it that they don't kill one another. Been enough violence around here lately without random loons showing up."
The green fire around the boy catches Iri's eye. It tugs at a memory. But it couldn't be. She had only seen one person use that. If it was the same form of energy, anyway.
When the dark woman tosses some strange, sharp objects at the boy, that decides it for Iri.
A voice projects from the air itself. It's feminine, and familiar to those who know her. And it's also irritated. "That's quite enough! If you've got some personal grudge, be adults and talk it out! Otherwise, I'll put your noses in corners!"
Iri can't help but use the threat. Becoming a teacher gave her the idea.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:52 pm
The boy waves his hand dismissively, a lash of green fire knocking away four of the five plates easily. However, his eyes widen in shock as he hears a disembodied voice. Only one woman ever talked to him like that. Especially when it came to being put in a corner.
"Mo-"
The rest of the name, or word is drowned in a pained cry as the fifth digs into his chest.
((Apologies for wonky net))
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:53 pm
~Heh well I guess that's one way to handle it. Less bothersome than what I had in mind.~
A tint of anxiety rose inside Hunter as he waited impatiently to see if the threat would work.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:56 pm
A heavy mist starts to roll in covering the path leading to the dojo but stops before covering the courtyard.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:57 pm
The girl jumps and gleefully claps her hands as the blade connects. She shoves a palm down to put more force behind the blade, making it sink into the ground, pinning Dalcon in place as the other four blades hovered in the air around him, slowly gaining height in preparation for a coup-de-gras. The girl turned her gaze to the sky.
"But we don't have a grudge or anything, so piss off, I'm in the middle of something!"
The other plate on her back separated into blades which hovered eerily behind her head as she turned back to her prey.
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