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 Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 5:12 pm
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Sense motive: 3 + 0 = 3 Failure
Amaya froze when her addressing the bizarre woman caused her to squeeze Akeru even tighter. How was she supposed to know that the boa like female would find her so cute?! Apparently she had taken the wrong approach to the situation, but thankfully the young Hyuuga boy jumped in. His surprising words seemed to resonate with the woman as she climbed off of the man and he quickly left the arena. Poor man had been squeeze so tight it made him sick. It was concerning to Amaya that someone with that level of strength would act with such disregard to people she interacted with. However, the child knew better than to make any sort of outward statement. After all, she didn’t want to be the next one in that vice grip of hers. Now that she thought about it, cute was probably a really safe place to be with this woman at this point.
Before she knew what was happening, Amaya realized that she was all too right. It seemed as if Yae and Takami were looking to pick a fight with one another. Why was Yae so inappropriate? It was odd. Then again, there was Takami who suddenly went from being brave to spineless. By the looks of it he was putting on a façade for someone he apparently idolized. It was obvious by the way he talked about her. There was nothing but bad things that could come from this and to do such things in front of a woman like the one that had entered the training arena. This was simply madness and the girl’s two classmates were reminder her exactly why she didn’t like people. People were unnecessarily volatile, aggressive, and disrespectful for her to hold any kind of admiration for the species. More often than not she was embarrassed by people as a whole.
This was no exception.
Looking over to the woman, since the little spat between Yae and Takami was happening purely because of her, Amaya fought going pale. Then again, it helped that the young girl’s skin was almost pure white as it was. The look on the woman’s face was threatening at best and it wasn’t reserved strictly for Yae. No, this seemed to bleed over to Takami as well and Amaya found herself caught in the wake. No, caught was the wrong word; she had been ensnared by the situation simply because she had been standing too close. To think all she wanted to do was continue on with her training. No, people had to go pick unnecessary fights with one another. What was so difficult about respecting one another and keeping opinions to yourself? Plus, it wasn’t like the Senju couldn’t fend for herself against Yae. IT wasn’t even a match.
A silent breath escaped the girl when Akeru came back in. Thank goodness he had arrived and was able to slow the woman down from her rampage. Yae seemed to be the kind of person who wouldn’t stop when it was time to. Takami surely wasn’t going to be help when he turned back on himself. That was a foolish thing to do even by the small girl’s standards. If you were going to voice an opinion you had best stick to your guns. The air was still tense as she watched the two higher ups interact. Akeru was an Uchiha? He didn’t look like one; that is, until the child noticed his eyes. She hadn’t been around during Sakura’s introductions, so she had still be oblivious to the fact; which meant that she still didn’t know that Sakura was an Uchiha. There was a lot that she didn’t know at this point. However, the girl wasn’t about to speak up. She was now a spectator and a fairly terrified one at that; though she wouldn’t let it show. Her horror would do nothing to better the situation. Damn people and their inability to be peaceful.
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Stained Class King rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 5:53 pm
Sense motive: 8 + 4 = 11 fail
The Senju's threat caught Yae off guard. She shivered involuntarily, cowering before the sudden distemper. The woman's subsequent interaction with Akeru made it clear that they were acquaintances (friends, even?). If that's how she treated her friends, then she would obviously have no qualms in squeezing the life out of a loudmouth brat.
"I didn't mean to offend you," she squeaked, lowering her gaze now.
Years of living in the orphanage had taught Yae to endure teasing and mockery. As such she had a degree of talent in verbal lashings. She had been involved in countless arguments, but none had left her feeling this way. The Hyuuga had caved so quickly she didn't know how to respond. Normally this was the part where they offered a rebuttal, or a fight broke out. And having earned the Senju's dislike, she wasn't sure she wanted to respond. Usually besting someone in verbatim gave her a sense of smug satisfaction, but this felt like a hollow victory.
Frightened, guilt-ridden, and embarrassed. Yae felt like apologizing, something she didn't do often. But she had essentially burnt that bridge. She had just scolded the Hyuuga for apologizing so immediately, and doing so would make her a hypocrite. Instead she preoccupied herself in a similarly-childish manner as the boy did, seeming to be preoccupied prodding the ground with her sandal.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 6:49 pm
❧ Hp: 860/920 (+18 )
Cp: 1311/1320 (+26)
With her reply, Akeru closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were their normal color of deep gold. Worry plagued his face, but the sharp pain in his eyes from using the Sharingan (the Eseinins had explained years ago it must have something to do with his lighter eye color that made the withdrawal of blood harsh) took secondary notice.
His pace was swift, and soon enough he was by the children's side.
He lightly touched Yae's shoulder and murmured: "It's not true. All of you... All of you aren't sacrifices. We'll rather die before that day happens."
The spring wind caught the smooth ends of long black hair, splaying rich dark strands out like a proud emblem. Her eyes lowered, darkening the clear blue depths.
Her tone held authority, but no condemnation.
"To think, merely three years ago, you trembled like these fledglings here."
The Uchiha fledgling met her gaze, his eyes unhappy.
Her tone was strange.
"But it's not a bad thing, to say the least. The way you changed, becoming a fine shinobi."
With that, she left the boy to console the children.
"..."
He paused, before he spoke to the children again, his voice tiny.
"She's not a bad person." He mumbled. "She's just like that..."
He paused again, taking a deep breath, the silence longer this time.
A quiet smile was on his lips when he spoke again.
"She's just like that...because we don't want to be our family's puppets. To make our home proud of us...in a different way."
His hand slipped up, and he pulled Yae's head into a casual embrace.
"You children may inherit the world, but for now, we are still commanding it."
How odd... Where a Senju was like wildfire, and a Uchiha was serene like water.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 7:38 pm
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Takami gave a shameful bow and turned himself away from the other student, quickly making his way towards the building. The Senju was just in front of him, going into the front entrance, and by the echoed sound of her footsteps growing softer and softer, the young Hyuuga was lead to believe that the girl was heading for the stairs, towards the farthest end of the hallway. He was making point to avoid her, believing the Senju to hate him for his stupidity, and then walking along the outlaying wall of the academy, stopping at a long red bench, moving to the farthest end of the bench, and sitting down, his head resting in his palms and his elbows on his knees. "Everyone hates me now," he admitted to himself, biting back on his lip to keep himself from crying. He felt like quitting and going home right then. And to be honest, it's not like anyone would notice or care, his parents would welcome him home warmly, supporting his decision with out another thought, the other students, barely even meeting him before he started a fight, though Takami decided he would stay in contact with Fudou, and he doubted the teacher would care either. He didn't even know Takami, and one less student for him to watch over would just make his job easier, a plus for both of them.
The boy moved to the ground, sitting in the dirt in front of the bench, his legs crossed, and his fingers moving carelessly in the ground, drawing all different sized circles. The boy looked at the circles, his right hand resting on his chin, and quickly drew a frowning face in each of the circles, and putting his left palm onto the bench, pushing the boy to his feet. The boy carried himself over to a small patch of trees, and hoisting himself onto a low hanging branch, he swung his legs freely as he thought. "Well, maybe I don't have to quit just yet," he muttered, thinking of Yae. He saw how vulnerable the girl had looked, when they were all intimidated, and realized that she was just like him, a human, a member of the same village. He silently apologized to himself, and her, for the way he acted, promising himself he would talk to her after school, and that he would try his hardest to make up his actions to her. He also thought of the other kids caught, being intimidated by the Senju because of him, He would apologize later to them as well, including the instructor. Jumping from the tree branch, landing unevenly on his hands and knees, hitting his head on the ground, and hard, the boy feel back into a crossed legged sitting position, with his hand over the small red bump on his upper forehead.
The boy trudged to the door, and opening it quietly, starting up the stairs deciding to sit in the library, so he could at least pretend to study, and then his stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him all to well that he had never eaten. He remember setting his food down, back by the front of the academy, and Takami quickly decided that hunger was a more appealing option then going back, and finally reaching the finally flight of stairs, the boy stepped back suddenly, realizing that he hadn't even thought about what his clan would do. The boy walked backwards until his back hit the wall behind him, feeling the coldness on his back as he slide down the wall, tucking his knees into his chest, and wrapping his arms around them. Knowing that he was dead, the boy thought of a way to try and explain his action. Once word of this reached his clan, he wouldn't hold it past them to brand Takami with the cursed seal. This day was just getting worse and worse, and everything was his fault. Maybe he really should just quit, knowing that he'd be usless as a shinobi with even being able to use his clan's special talent! So many thoughts were going through his head, and the boy couldn't take it anymore, at this rate he would be mad by the end of the day. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 8:18 pm
❧ She found her way to the dojo easily enough, and without another word, pulled the paper door open. Once inside, she closed the screen door behind her. Shoes were not a problem, though she was sure they would be annoyed if filthy footprints got all over the polished wooden floor. She would've cared perhaps another time, but irritation burned so fiercely in her veins.
She headed straight for the rubber dummies, and with a terrific smash, kicked it crashing to the ground. Shards of splintered wood cut into her feet, but she did not even wince. She was almost glad that they had chosen a substance that will not easily break for the practice dummies... Though there was a ruinous dent where the model had contacted the ground (in its very shape) now.
Her fingers shot forth for the arm, and she attempted to pull the dummy that was now embedded in the floor out. To her dismay, the arm came off in her hand. Well, wasn't that just wonderful... Of course, rubber can absorb the force of impacts straight-on, but when you pull at it like an eraser... Her anger did not soothe at all, and with another furious stomp, she gave up all the while she chose to force the dummy further into the ground.
"So stupid..." She mumbled.
She had let that Uchiha child lecture her for a very simple reason: had he not crawled back from the lavatories, would she truly have snapped that girl's neck?
She dropped to a seat on the ground.
"...really stupid."
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 8:52 pm
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Tucking his legs closer to his chest, the student stared down at the ground, lost in thought, imagining the horrible punishments the clan elders could inflict upon Takami. His eyes glazing over, and falling deeper into his own consciousness, the boy's usually underlying self-consciousness becoming more and more prominent as the day went on. The boy started to think about the other students again, what would their day have been like if he never showed up? Would there have ever been a spat if the boy had just decided to not show up? He started to think about quitting the academy again, and then suddenly a loud crash came from behind the door at the end of the final flight of stairs.
Takami ran up the stairs, tripping over his feet several times, making it to the door, virtually, unscathed. He opened the door to see Harusame, standing over an indentation in the floor, leading Takami to believe that was what made the noise. She didn't seem to notice him yet. "That's odd," he thought, "She must be distracted." The boy stood, slightly hidden behind the sliding paper door of the dojo, watching the girl, seeming to be attemp to getting the dummy out, but instead ripping and arm off at the shoulder. He shuddered at her brute force, praying to never end on the receiving end of one of her blows, flinching each time she slammed the dummy further and further into the floor, audibly reprimanding herself. The Senju walked over to the wall opposite of him, and sat down, she looked really hurt or worried, or sad, the boy couldn't tell.
He approached her slowly and quietly, putting his hands on his hips, looking down at the girl with a serious face. "Hey, are you okay?" he knew that wouldn't be enough, something was obviously wrong. The boy tentatively moved closer to her, wary of an attack, and then sitting down on the wall about a half foot away from her, smiling warmly. "Tell me what's wrong!" he moved slightly closer, "Please?"
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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 9:26 pm
Hp: 4/27
Cp: 12/30
MHp: 30
DB: 3
Fudou was secretly amused when Senju-sama had this other guy in a deadlock. He looked to be a bit of a pansy anyway, but he was an adult, so he would survive. Takami and Yae had to go involve themselves in the situation though. It all happened quite quickly, but did the Hyuuga offer to be strangled in place? Fudou almost shook his head in wonder... was this guy serious? If so, were all Hyuugas like him? What did they feed them? Fudou wasn't sure he'd take such a beating even for his closest friends.
When Takami spilled out the facts about this Senju his (incredibly tiny) eyebrows went almost through his hairline. He had no idea! - Okay, maybe he had some idea - that this person was so powerful, though he managed to sense the power of course. It was difficult not to. Yae had prepared a particularly strong zinger that was, in retrospect, a little unfair. Especially since Takami had helped him so much just now. He quickly forgot about that, though, when the Senju laid down the hugest putdown of all.
Fudou couldn't stop the sensation of his blood turning to ice when she spoke. It was like winter had come. Seriously, was manipulating the weather (of sorts) a Senju ability? He looked around, though, and it seemed he wasn't the only one.
Expendable resources huh?
Fudou didn't pay Akeru's comments any attention even as he went to console Yae. Seemed like he was doing a fine job of it too. Senju went off, and Takami with her, but Fudou didn't feel like following them. It was about damn time he had his lunch, incidentally! He sat to a side of the main group, not bothering to introduce himself to the guy. Was he an Uchiha? Puppets of the family huh? Must be awfully inconvenient to have such a rich, successful family. Still in a bit of a daze, but trying to observe everything around him, Fudou ate his lunch.
[If it's not a 20, fail Sense Motive!]
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Cleric Saphire rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 9:56 pm
 Uchiha Sakurayuki TAB TAB▬▬▬▬▬TABHp ღ MHp ღ CpTB18/18 | 20/20 | 22/22TAB TAB▬▬▬▬▬ Unbelievable. It was the only word that passed through her head as the Senju had swept everyone off their feet, only to be reprimanded by her distant cousin who had flared the Sharingan at her. The Sharingan! Well, at first, two people had followed the woman to the training grounds, of whom she didn't recognize at first. A Hyūga... and the other boy, Fudou. Interestingly enough, they seemed to know who she was just recently, but Sakura had seen her a couple of times during her visits to the hospital with her family. She was also an eseinin, and very talented. But.... well. She wouldn't expand on that thought any further, but it was still a little surprising to see the woman tackling the golden eyed Uchiha just like she had seen once in the hospital. She stayed back near the bench, simply watching the scene fold out, less she said anything rash or unbecoming. It wasn't like the Senju was giving her any attention anyways, which she found she preferred to he attachment with Amaya, who had been practicing her target aim. Giving her silent words of acute sorrow of having been singled out from her attention, she decided to stay out of the scene as far as she physically could, leaning on the tree and quietly watching. When the eseinin tackled the poor male with an exclamation of 'Aki-san!!', she squeezed him to the point where he started turning a rather alarming shade of blue, and she became a little worried as well. The Hyūga took care of that problem though, albeit in a less-then-tacit method. It wasn't that she particularly hated him or that his purpose was wrong, but as much as she wanted to be unbiased, that was a little... lacking in finesse, for lack of better words to express her sentiments. Well, he still seemed nice enough once you looked past that though, and she made a mental note to get to know him a little better after this. Who said clan feuds in the past (and present, she guessed) had to separate them from being friends? Yae however, thought differently, as she proceeded to remark as of her disdain to his character and clan. Mortified, she tried to plead that she wasn't doing what she thought she was doing, but the deed was done, and now she had angered several people. She looked at the Senju and the pale eyed boy who seemed angry, and Sakura took a step closer to stop any big fight from happening. The icy cold killing intent from the anger of the Senju after Yae's outbreak though, made her blood cold, and her fingernails dug into the flesh, making red crescent marks on her palm from the sudden fear that welled up inside her. Every nerve stood on end, and she felt that even the slightest twitch would tick the Senju off and make her turn on her. Her mind spun, as the phrase 'expendable resources' ran through her head over and over. It was injust, for no one was such, but the paralizing fear held her in place. The sensation however, didn't last forever thanks to their sudden savior who had ran off a while ago, looking sick. Not that he still didn't look sick, but he proceeded to step up, Sharingan flared, and the vivacious woman seemed to back off for the present. She turned and walked away, towards the dojo, and the feeling of the pressure lifted. He then proceeded to reconcile the other students near him, murmuring his own words of advice and comfort. Yuki listened to them, but the words seemed to just pass through her ears. Sure, she had felt this level of killing intent before, but that was when her clan members were sparring with each other, and the killing intent directed at someone else! Sakura was still a little shaken, from the feeling that she had been plunged into a middle of a battle in hell then back, but she shook her head and tried to regain her calm, although her fingers still trembled slightly. So this was the power of a Jōnin.... On a side note, her mind was spinning with other things, such as why the woman had come here at all in the first place, why she had only just seen the Hyūga just now, and if there were any other people who she still had yet to meet, and WHERE WAS THEIR BLASTED SENSEI right when they needed him??!!! He was supposed to protect them all, right? If he had any speck of sense in him, he would have appeared at the killing intent and at least tried to protect them, but noooo, he was somewhere else, doing who knew what. "Hn," she sniffed, showing her dissatisfaction of the situation, while trying to hide her terror from before, although to what extent, she wasn't sure. Senju.... Well if nothing, she wasn't a woman to be trifled with, that was for sure. The unknowing girl was just glad that she didn't have to be paired up with a sensei like her. The Uchiha next to her, she would take readily after all these crazy teachers she had gone through in the span of merely half a day. The soft rush of wind calmed her down, as she closed her eyes and distracted herself from what had just happened. Swiieeee........ Shhhh........
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 11:07 pm
Yae flinched when Akeru placed his hand on her shoulder. She offered the Senju no retort. Even if she had something to say there was no way she could find her voice. The girl felt, quite literally, frozen in place.
When the infuriated woman stormed off Yae felt a sense of relief. She reckoned the others felt the same way. The Hyuuga was quick to follow after her, however. Akeru's words about family ties shed a new light on the situation for the girl.
"I understand, I think," she lied. She didn't understand at all. The Hyuuga, Uchiha, Senju. They all shared a common pain she would never have to bear: the expectations of their families. Yae realized that by insulting his entire clan she had hurt the boy in a way she couldn't possibly understand. Pride aside, an apology was definitely in order.
Yae only felt embarrassment now, her humiliation heightened when Akeru comforted her. Her only consolation was that the action hid the sour look she had taken up, her lip trembling as she held back a sob. After a few moments she pulled back softly, politely refusing to be consoled any further.
"She only means to prepare us..." The girl shrugged, wearing a frail smile. Her dark eyes gazed uneasily into the shimmering gold. With the Senju gone the mood had lightened considerably, and Yae was shakily settling back into her normal cool, uncaring facade. "Thanks."
With her hands in her pockets, Yae turned and sulked away in Sakurayuki's direction. She paused, kneeling to pick up both of the empty bento boxes. "I'm going to bring this back, Sakura-san," she called, hoping the other girl would join her. Without waiting she headed back toward the academy, wanting to put some distance between her and the stage of that silly drama.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 8:52 am
She had taken a liking to simply staring at the indent in the ground, as there was nothing she could do to reverse the process. She had successfully buried the mannequin up to the top of its head.
Blah, blah blah blah! She will definitely be hearing it from the Elders, that's for sure. Just as her unhappy thoughts couldn't get any more unhappy, an intruder just had to come into the dojo.
Ok, fine. He was a student, and this was the Academy, but that didn't stop her from feeling someone just intruded into her private space.
The Hyuuga kid from earlier.
She looked at him dead in the eye.
"No, I am not ok, you half-wit coward of a boy!"
With that said, those blue eyes watered. She drew her long legs in, clearly depressed, all the while keeping those tears from spilling.
"A Uchiha twerp being right?! This is the worst day ever!"
He let Yae go when she wanted to, after all, that child seemed to be one who had plenty of pride in herself. That was good, even if Yae wasn't completely honest at the moment, she would recover for sure. After all, self-confidence was never something that could be completely destroyed.
He looked upon Amaya-chan and Sakura-chan with worry and then at Inechi-kun, but he didn't know what to say.
So to the boy who led Harusame in, he gave a look that silently pleaded "help".
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 9:26 am
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With Akeru stepping in, it was amazing that the woman more or less fled. Had to help strong in an attack, there was nothing any of the students could do and odds were against Akeru in stopping her; after all, she was so strong that he didn’t even bother dodging her “attack” on him just minutes before. Plus, the differing strengths was notable, though with the girl’s lacking ability to accurately read chakra the difference seemed far more than it actually was. None the less, it was over. The Senju female had left the arena and the new Hyuuga wasn’t far behind, though it didn’t seem like he was chasing her; it appeared as if he was slipping into his own little depression. Yae and Takami had been unnecessarily cruel to one another and, though they could make amends for it, Amaya doubted it would ever be a “forgive and forget” kind of situation. This entire encounter left a mess of individuals, pairs, and the entire group as a whole. She had never seen so many people so unanimously frightened by anything in her entire life. Even Uchiha-san seemed to be somewhat scared; though he did a wonderful job of hiding it.
Amaya’s eyes fell towards the grass that was tickling the edges of her feet. While Akeru’s words were much needed, it was still difficult to let go of what had just happened. The twisted wreck of emotions built up inside the small child created a painful knot in the center of her chest; wanting to break out but then knowing that it would do no good for her or the people unfortunate to be around. It was hard to swallow, but her throat was so dry from having been breathing quietly through her mouth that she had no choice but to force it down. This was an event that the Keiji would not be telling her parents about. No, this was a royal mess and it would remain within the Academy walls unless the higher ups did anything about it.
The black haired girl wrung her hands gently as she continued looking down, Yae had pulled away from Akeru’s embrace and was walking away trying to busy herself; it was obvious that she was seeking Sakura’s companionship. It was still difficult to breath and Amaya still didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone, but at least the situation was resolving and people were able to move once again; it was no fun being turned into a statue. Well, it wasn’t like the path of a shinobi was supposed to be free of conflict or discrepancies. If that was the case, there would be no actual need for the ninja way because nothing would need protection from anything. Then again, that was also a world that the girl preferred over the one she was already existing in.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 9:26 am
Hp: 4/27
Cp: 12/30
MHp: 30
DB: 3
Fudou was still hungry, so the rest of his lunch was gone in a few bites. While he ate he took a quick look around at the carnage, now sans Yae. Well, it wasn't actual carnage, but with the way Senju had ripped up the atmosphere it might as well have been. Was he to blame? Probably. Probably not! It wasn't his fault this had escalated! Don't kill the messenger!
The Uchiha was looking around with an expression of absolute worry on his face. Had what just happened really been so bad? Fudou put it out of his mind, and he could almost believe that it hadn't. Really, it was just like one of the arguments at home, and he had been through a lot of those. Wasn't much really. Wasn't like Senju had even touched Yae, anyway. Fudou knew all too well that threats were nothing if you didn't back them up.
Wait, did the pansy want his help? Did Fudou look like a charity worker to him? If anything, he should be receiving the charity, not giving it! Still, it wouldn't do to offend an adult. Especially one that was on friendly (?!?) terms with a, ah, "Kage candidate". He must be a hot shot himself. No choice in the matter then.
He took Sakura's sniff as an excuse to make her the target. "Don't tell me you were scared by that," he said with a snigger. "After graduating we'll be seeing loads of those situations out in the field. Get used to it."
Fudou Akio
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 12:06 pm
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"So that's what she really thinks," Takami's eye studying the wooden lines of the ground, his fingers playing with the wrappings around his left leg, and his mind cluttered with the day's events, and now this. He didn't even hear what she had said about the Uchiha, though he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. "She's horrible." the boy decided. She was aggresive. She was sarcastic. But worse of all, she was just mean. Though what she did say to him was true, and now everyone at the academy thought the same! He felt himself quickly sinking back into his introverted comfort zone. Those seven words stinging a thousand times more coming from someone he idolized so much, feeling worse than he did with any other event of the day. Worse then when the boy first got to the academy, only to find out he was late, miles behind everybody. Worse then when he made a fool out of his self, coming out of his comfort zone to yell at Yae, ridiculed by her, and then later that very same day then the girl he stood up for. Yae. That was another thing he felt bad about, screaming at the girl for insulting the Senju, but he couldn't help himself, he had always thought of the Senjus as an extension of the Hyuuga Clan! Obviously Harusame didn't feel the same.The boy made a note to himself to apologize to Yae. That was the least he could do. He even felt worse then when his idol threatened Takami, Yae, and all of the innocent bystanders! He just couldn't believe everything happening so fast, and so horribly, and it was all his fault. And he had always thought she would be nice, too. "Well I guess appearances don't really matter," the boy decided, using his left hand to move himself further away from the lady he use to call an idol, the pain in his chest building until the boy just couldn't take being trapped here anymore without talking. "I should leave," he spoke softly, "You obviously don't want me here."
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 12:43 pm
Inechi Shironaegi  Hp: 40 / 40 Cp: 48 / 48 MHp: 44 / 44 When the new comer approached with Akio, Shiro stepped back from the crowd into the shade of some nearby trees. He was curious for the most part, though some part of him wondered if this was plan for vengeance for his earlier beating. The boy had no restraint in the thought of Akio seeking outside help to make up for his weakness. Upon her approach it seemed that she was not here for him, but instead here for the Uchiha known as Akeru. Her actions confused the boy at first... but soon he realized what she was doing. Flaunting her strength, in situation with no contest. As he watched from outside the group, studying everyone, seeing where they drew their own personal lines. To Shiro she was nothing, of course the woman could easily kill him and for that reason he recognized himself as nothing in her eyes. After the woman left, Shiro approached the group."Fudou is right. The way of the Shinobi is paved with death." he darkly chimed in. Then he clenched his fist, the only visible sign of his anger."But.. that woman, is a Senju in name only! She has no honor and... and she's unworthy of the title!" He couldn't think of anything more to say but he hoped the others recognized that woman as a broken shell.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 1:36 pm
Manabu Ko. Lvl 15.
Experience: 0/800
Hp: 195
Cp: 300
Mhp: 195
Ko was in blissful ignorance of the entire drama that took place outside his classroom, after spending his time guarding the last student in the classroom - he had fell asleep. With his drool running down from the wooden cracks to the floor, he finally snapped back to reality when a tree had fallen down on him from the ceiling as he was giving a masterful presentation of the fine arts in mosquito dancing. Yes, he was dancing with a mosquito dressed in a red dress that sparkled as the spotlight hit them upon the massive scene. "Wow.. That was just.. I shouldn't even mention it to myself" and with that he squinted his eyes as hard as he could, and eventually dissolved the memory and forgot about it.
"Now then!" he rapidly shook his head from left to right to get some blood flow going "What is going on in the world?" he looked around and saw that no one was there. He had fallen asleep guarding Hoeru, that was for sure but she must have left. "Hmm.. Well she might just be training her seals somewhere else.. This classroom must be unmotivating or something since everyone seems to be fleeing from it" he scratched his chin and took a quick glance out the window.
After standing there looking at empty space for a couple of minutes, he felt that his wise wisdom was needed elsewhere so he went out to find his student. He looked down the hallway, and could spot a few of them standing out in the courtyard. He figured that would be a good place to begin as any. As he approached the steps down to the soft ground he took a big breath of fresh air, closing his eyes as his face met with the sun. "Aaah, wonderful!" he quickly spotted Amaya-chan together with a few other people, it was still lunch time so he figured that he could just chat with everyone that was done with the Nawanuke. "How is everyone? Was the rope hard to get out of?" he smiled brightly.
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