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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 5:03 pm
Fujiwara did not return to the cabin. Instead he had climbed upon the dojo roof to watch the clouds pass. A half bottle of water sa next to him, no luke warm from sitting in the sun, and if drank would appear to have a taste of metal. That was what happened when bottled water became warm, the entire taste changed.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:19 pm
"it's quiet."
Kimura's hair swayed in the night wind's as she pushed her hair back behind her left ear. She was standing before the pond nearby for a while, before she finally decided to sit down.
"I wonder where brother is?"
Her eyes were growing tired as she sat there, and her mind was beginning to play tricks on here....... or was it really what she was seeing?
She looked closely to see another one of Orochimaru's pawns staring directly at her. The person didn't seemed very pleased. As this happened Kimura stood up quickly and her eyes closed . A few moments later she opened them and the sharigan appeared. She broke into a run to the dojo but one of them appeared in front of her. Despite her sharigan, this person was extremly fast and already had managed to knock the wind out of her. Kimura was fast to start with, but like this other person.... she didn't stand a chance in speed.
"we had orders to kill you....... but I much rather you be frightened and we kill you later... let this serve as a warning... "
With that message they dissapeared and Kimura slowly relaxed laying on the ground as if nothing had happened.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 5:18 pm
A breeze whispers through the boughs of the trees. To Iri, that breeze is a sign of cooler days and nights to come. She sighs and leans back against the trunk of an aged oak, just within sight of the dojo's porch. Both wings come forward to offer her bare shoulders and arms a little warmth. Living at the dojo has spoiled the girl. Three years of constant travel had allowed her to adapt to changing weather patterns. At one time, neither cold nor heat bothered her. Now she feels herself getting goosebumps from a cool breeze. So much for those great adaptations.
Iri tilts her head back and stares up at the sky through the branches of the trees. Guess I'm gonna have to break out that cloak soon. Hope the damn moths didn't eat it up...
White wings give a shrug. Then Iri steps forward and starts toward the porch.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:15 pm
Reeve smiles as he returns from his usual walk in the forest, the autumn harbinger breeze whirling his cloak. Knowing that fall was coming made him somehow happy. Cooler days, brighter nights...almost childishly, he cartwheels across the lawn.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:28 pm
[Scene: Last week, Yama's entrance and fight]
After pulling Fen down into the earth, Tutsumi moved up and out, appearing behind Yama. He shifted his weight to his hips as he kicked towards the back of Yama's knee. If it hit, Yama should stumble slightly as well as go down to one knee for a brief moment.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:35 pm
Yamamato was hit, going down into a crouch. He quickly rolled to the side to avoid being so vulnerable. He then quickly got to his feet, facing Tutsumi and watching him carefully. Her slipped his glasses off his face and slipped them inside his shirt before scoffing and taking a pose.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:47 pm
((Fen's permission to kill off Yama.))
Stiffening his fingers, Tutsumi jabbed hard into Yama's throat with a quickened speed and then slid his thumb onto it, pressing down hard onto his Adam's apple as his fingernail dug deep into the flesh and between the cartilage. It was then that Tutsumi created a grip onto Yama's neck in this way. Energy would start to clash against Yama's body, slashing against the cloth and skin as blood veins and arteries would then be severed causing blood to gush forth and into the air in squirts. Pressure from Tutsumi's thumb would start to push Yama's head backwards to the near breaking point.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:53 pm
Yamamato's eyes went wide at the quick strike, his muscles tensing as he stared at Tutsumi with a glare. He was holding in his screams of agony. Everything went by quickly as his neck was ripped apart, a gurgled weak cry of pain leaving him.
The pressure from Tutsumi's thumb snapped his neck as a soft grin came to his face. His body went pitch black and sunk into the ground, dispersing.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:57 pm
Quickly moving Fen up from the earth, Tutsumi started to look around once more in case he had survived.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:04 pm
Fenris shook her head as she was brought up the the surface; it felt weird. She felt cold, and her breathing had picked up a bit. She looked up to Tutsumi, then around the area confused, seeming dazed. Whatever she had been stabbed with earlier was really effecting her quite a bit.
"Tut... what happened...?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:31 pm
Tutsumi didn't bother answering her but led her back towards the Academy's med room. Where was Nyl when you needed her? He sat her down and then tied her arm and proceeded to clean a spot on her arm for the needle to go.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:36 pm
"T-Tut..." Fenris followed after him weakly, not really arguing to what he was doing. She stared up at him as he sat her down and tied her arm with some funky yellow tube. She watched, utterly confused. "What are you doing... Tut?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:44 pm
I'm going to extract some blood to see what he put into you.
Tutsumi tossed away the cotton ball and pulled took a needle from one of the drawers.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:49 pm
"Tut... I don't have blood..." She looked to the spot on her arm with a funny look. "Something he did to me in the past... It changed some of my genetics... just... to warn you..." She closed her eyes, always having hated needles. She didn't know why, they just creeped her out.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:51 pm
Fujiwara sat upon his cabin staring up at the sky watching the moon and clouds as they passed overhead. Something was happening at the dojo but he wasnt ready to go over there just yet. Better let his children sleep awhile longer before taking them to meet the people in the dojo. They were almost a year old now and already talking. John and Timothy were probably the smartest and greatest looking babes in all the world and he loved them much. With a sigh he hopped off the roof and entered his cabin only to re-emerge with the two over his shoulders barely awake, Timothy sleeping still.
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