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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 7:32 pm
 Darkness.
The forced sleep was peaceful.
A false peace, it was, but the harsh fury that marred her beauty, now temporarily displaced, held the girl on the bed in a peaceful slumber. Her eyes closed, hands folded over her breast...beside her, a Hyuuga nurse was carefully washing a face with a thoroughly soaked towel, bathed in warm water, and wiped away the dirt and grime that marred the sleeping girl's porcelain face. And another nurse, taking a comb, and as carefully and gently as possible, the knots in her hair was one by one sifted through, until black locks flowed smoothly once more.
But the forced sleep, nor did the nurses, were able to stop the salty tears that had gathered in the corners of the girl's eyes even now. She was dreaming - there was no doubt - a sad waiting for someone whom would never come home again.
"...shi...ka..."
The soft, weak whisper, perhaps surprised the nurses and perhaps drawing forth the fear that the narcotic might've already worn off. An angry Hyuuga was not a kind one to deal with. But no no, just a dream. They had not to worry...yet.
"C-..."
And the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"...h..me..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 8:15 pm
 Kiýøshî Uchiha
"The Crimson Wolf of Konoha"
CP: 770
HP: 638
MHp: 1000
Rank: Jounin Sensei
Profile: Here
Kiyoshi followed close behind the medic-nin. His arms were crossed as he entered the room. His walk was calm as he examined the beautiful Hyuuga. He was the last to enter the room, keeping his distance and making sure not to disturb the staff. He finally closed the door behind him, watching as they tended to her.
He had known of Nyame. She was in the council of elders. A very young elder-- but nevertheless, she was talented and a wonderful diplomat. They were very tactful thinkers, the reason why her current state of mind bothered him so. She must be so hurt to do what she did. Kiyoshi's Sharingan slowly appear as he looks over her body. She would be okay-- it wasn't her body. It was the hurt...
He knew this hurt. The Jounin looked down, moving his hands to his pockets. He leaned against a wall, watching her tears, his scarlet gaze fierce yet sympathetic...
Before he placed his hands in his pockets, he slowly started towards the woman. He took a towel and moistened it in the bowl, and slowly ran it across her cheekbone.
"Losing someone so close hurts so much. The pain one feels should never be felt... yet it's so human."
His words were soft and gentle. He was just as soft with the cloth, taking off his glove to move her bangs from her visage. The Sharingan flickered. He too had a beloved Nara....
He too wished there was a way to reverse such a death-- He suffered for so long and only recently began to recover. The Uchiha didn't want her to go through what he did... No...
__________Theme: (A song to match the mood!) - Arrival of Kiyoshi Uchiha
""We have pride.. for what? Our eyes? This clan cannot even see their own folley!!""
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 11:41 pm
Moku HatsuchiTheme mermaiderLv: 30 Hp: 750 Cp: 390 MHp: 600  Moku watched the goings on in the room as some hunter-nin and a kid were fighting and then there was talk of a death. Just staring at the bunch of people Moku just shimmied over to Anzu and whispered as he leaned towards him. “Pst…Anzu-san…whats going on…where’s Zephyer-sama?” the second Moku said Zephyers name he grinded his teeth. The second he found him he was going to have a good talking over with the man, and by talking over Moku meant yelling non stop at the man. The next Hokage shouldn’t act this way, what was he some kind of child? Moku just crossed his arms as he watched the child and some women go blah blah blah about some dead guy. Moku just rolled his eyes and thought hes dead so quit bitchin about it… quietly Moku waited for his friend to answer his question about the location of the Hokage.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 3:20 am
LV. 40 | Experience: 0/8000 | Hp: 520 /520 | Cp: 720/720 | MHp: 2200/2200
He feels the rustling of clothing and a weight descending upon him. Two arms, thin and short and frail... not too different from his Kai-chan's, wrap around him. The smell of hyacinths became even more pronounced now. If he could blink to express the confusion at the sudden action... awkwardly, the blind man pats the kid on the head. Proud that Pinocchio-chan could finally say them. Words that were impossible... selfish, quite selfish but that's what it meant to be a real boy.
"I'm not sure what exactly happened between you and Ahiru-pii. Or why things had to end the way they did."
Why you had to "kill". Why the trio of twips is no longer a trio. Why everyone can't just be a happy giggling "whole".
He gives out a tired sigh.
"You know... after Seiji died, I didn't know what to do. Except hate everything, because its the easiest thing to do."
At this, Shinichi rubs his face with his free hand. Where two bleeding eyes once glared at the world for existing. Existing when his twin could no longer do the same.
"And I couldn't bare show my face to anyone, especially Takani-san. Or even to myself without remembering what I did... and who I couldn't replace."
How could it be, that the man with the same face as his other half could look so god damned ugly in that mirror? That he could make Seiji's face, someone good and pure, look like that of a monster's? He needed to purge this... purge these eyes. Make them pure and crystalline like Seiji's.
"Somewhere in the... long slumber, I realized it couldn't be helped. He was going to die eventually. Mom. Gramps. Ahiru-pii too."
Ahiru-pii is dead and he didn't even get to ruffle the little bugger's duckbutt. Black eyebrows knitted together. Regret. Regret that he ran away like a coward. If Seiji hadn't died... if he didn't close himself from the world... could he have prevented this? Him, who has the same blood as Ahiru-pii running in his veins?
But even then...
"We're all going to die. Even you and me."
About as obvious as "Grass is green." or "Pain hurts."
"But that's all right. Just like you said."
This time, he meant those words.
"Because I know I'll see Seiji again on the other side, when I do. But I'm in no hurry to die. Not anymore. I'm going to wait with Sho-chan... because I promised Seiji I would. In fact, since I've been waiting for so long, I decided in the middle of the waiting, that I might as well try to have a good time while I'm at it, right?"
He still wants to see what kind of woman Ko-chan will be. He still wants to prank with his Pops. He still wants to spill all of Sho-chan's best moments and worst moments and embarrassing moments to Ki-chan and Doka-chan. He still wants to compete with Sho-chan for his little Kai-chan's affection.
"And when I meet Seiji again, I'm going to beat the s**t out of him."
Beat the s**t out of the b*****d for making the giant mistake of forsaking his other half.
"Then, I'm going to hug the b*****d until I crack a few ribs. ... if I can do that in the afterlife." He pauses, then shrugs. He'll find out, and if its not possible, he'll figure something out, somehow... maybe let Seiji plan it out, just like in the old days.
"I'm going to call him a dumb a**... since he is one. After that, I'll tell him all the words I couldn't tell him while he was alive."
I loved you for existing.
I hated you for carelessly tossing your life away.
No one can replace you.
I can't replace you.
Sho-chan missed you.
C-cup missed you.
... I missed you.
All those little words pooling and gathering inside of him. The dam that will surely break when he sees his face again. He plans on punctuating all of those words with even more punches.
"I'll tell him all the cool and wonderful things he's missed while he was gone... and I'm going to gloat about every single one of them."
Maybe even to the mother he's never met. Hug her too. And Gramps. Gramps for sure, but only after pranking him and pissing him off just for old times sake. He'll look at them in eyes and say, "Thank you for allowing me to meet these people."
"And just this once, I'll let you steal my brilliant ideas-" they originated from a genius after all "-when you see Ahiru-pii again."
Because he will. Even if Ahiru-pii is dead and Pinocchio-chan's bond with the twip has been severed. If it's the worse case scenario that he's imagining... if Ahiru-pii decided to look at the world with eyes "Uchiha Keiji" abandoned, he will try his best to reconnect that bond... what's left of it. After beating the snot out of Ahiru-pii for making a ton of people cry, of course. If it isn't the worse case scenario, well... less work for him. And that's always a good thing. What time he doesn't spend working he can spend having fun. Then Shinichi parted his mouth to say words he didn't think he'd be saying again in long... long nineteen years.
"I challenge you."
He is twelve again, staring down at a white tiger mask. And its the first time he's ever come across something that was clearly breathing... with amber eyes so very empty... like the numerical value "Zero". Not exactly what he was expecting. Why does that bother him so much?
"To a match to see who will live the longest... and the happiest. And I'm going to win," Shinichi says with the utmost confidence.
The score is what... 109-147? He can turn this around in his favor.
"I'm going to die the moldiest, wrinkliest, happiest, and sexiest son of a b***h."
He once had the exact same face as Seiji after all.
"I'm going to win because I've got plenty of trump cards."
He's got the people around him to keep him laughing and smiling and going. Pops... Sho-chan... Doka-chan... Mei-chan... Ko-chan... Ki-chan... Kai-chan... perhaps Takani-san once more... maybe even the little brat in front of him could be considered one as well. There's no way he's ever going to admit it out loud though.
"I might lose a few on the way."
He knows they will die eventually. All of them. And if he outlives any of them, he knows for sure his heart is going to break again.
And again.
And again.
"But that's all right..."
He will meet them again.
"So put up a good fight, Pinocchio-chan. Or else you are going to lose by a landslide... I am your rival after all," Shinichi says those last words with a tone of smugness.
He'd like to think so... even though the last time they updated the score, it ended with him behind by plenty of points. But things are different now. He certainly improved his ping pong skills. And Sho-chan taught him a few baking techniques. Jump rope? Hrm... he'll touch up on that later. But at least for this particular challenge, he knows he's well equipped.
"And I swear I'll kick your a** for not taking me seriously."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:54 am
∏--Ω--∏
║Pisces║
╚True Rulers of the 12th House╝ 
Judas could feel the Sudden change in atmosphere around them. His body wanted to stayed laid upon the bed and listen to her mesmeric voice. His eyes shot to Elruda, then to Saito, and to the other female. He felt again leave his chest as he suddenly had the realization it wasn't hell...
His upper torso leaned up a bit, as he looked at Yokou's extended hand thinking she had wanted something. He soon began stripping off his jacket revealing the deep lacerations that were freshly stitched along his arms, and back. Each covering a good portion of his limbs, as the pink tissue had stained his flesh deep.
"Well.. I have no Idea what Konoha is... I only know of the Nation of Fire." His hand extending offering his jacket to Yokou unaware of what the gesture meant. He was un-educated in most things people would find common knowledge manners.
"I think I know what Chakra is..." He blinked softly a bit as he looked around toward the other people. ".. It is what let's me use puppets without strings right?" He blinked ignorant of what the original name was called. He was introduced to it at a young age and was taught the basics by his sensei, but he had never heard the true name. Only that it was a Life-Stream His eyes looking up at Yokou wishing for her to inform his ignorance...
"I am sorry for calling you a demon." He laughed a bit nervously reaching back to scratch his head. His Emerald eyes upon the older female before moving toward each of the others. "Hell could never hold such beauty as you 3." He blushed faintly looking down quickly into his lap realizing his words.
JudasHp:50/50 | Cp:15/15 | Mhp:50/50 | DB10 Theme Dear YouThә ∑ςςєηςє oƒ ĐυαŁ¡тұ
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:29 am
Patta, patta.
Soft footsteps, barely audible. Like the brush of a falling feather against the earth. Drawing close to the boy on the bed, there was a weight as the child propped by the elbows, for a long moment, almost curiously observing Judas with wide, pale eyes. But then, unexpectedly, Elruda leaned over, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
A quick, little kiss.
Almost as quickly and shyly she pulled away. "My moma," She said, with a small smile - not mischievous now - but genuinely happy. "Moma-Yuuko says if someone gives a kiss right here (she placed both of her own hands upon her own forehead here), that brings good luck! Elda can't do that in place of aniki's moma, but Elda hopes to give good luck anyways!"
And with that said, she stretched out a hand to help the boy in bed up.
"Elda's Elda! What's aniki's name?" But then her eyes caught his wounds.
"Moma...!"
Yokou drew closer too, and ruffled Elruda's hair.
"Don't worry."
She flipped her hands smoothly into the seal for the hare, the extended fingers pointed in antiparallel ways, the second one was barely visible as she had slipped both little fingers down in the seal of the dragon...
Hare, Dragon, Monkey, Hare.
A warm emerald glow washed over her right palm, the familiar veins of the Byakugan creeping lateral to her eyes. She checked too both for perhaps possible damage she might've done to the child earlier, and as well as healing the wounds seamlessly.
"...not just puppets - this form of arts is called eseijutsu, the healing arts practiced by our doctors here." She spoke, her voice soft, as she continued healing him. "Chakra isn't just for the puppet arts...but also controlling the elements, sealing the elements, the illusionary arts..." When she was done, the pale light fading from her palm, she gestured to her eyes, before the Byakugan faded. "Or the many kinds of bloodlimit inheritance."
She paused, thinking of how to explain this.
"The village of Konoha dedicates herself to the training of these people who can use chakra - a village which raises shinobi. But that's not exactly accurate, either..." There was a soft pause. "Not all shinobi are gifted with the manipulation of chakra. So hand-to-hand combat and weapon arts too are extensively expanded upon here..." She laughed here, mindful of how diverse the previous village was.
The boy would learn on his own exactly how on the crossroads of the world Konoha was.
"You'll meet people. Both the civilians whom live alongside the shinobi order here, and also, among the shinobi...you will see many more arts. Like this - eseijutsu is only one field of many - but much more too. You'll see shinobi call forth the storms, or blessed by nature, able to provide more food than the people of the past had hoped. Some..." She hesitated at this. "Not all shinobi use their powers for the best, though. With power, there too...comes misunderstanding, and, hatred. That's why, villages arose."
"But despite the differences between villages..." Her soft smile at this - why? - it was true. "Filled with people who dream of the same future. To really the strange gifts we received by the will of heaven...and use them to reach that kind of future. Until one day...until war, and hate, no longer plagues the lands. It may take years, centuries-...these arts may bring more pain." She admitted.
Beautiful, her?
She didn't think so. So much pain that the rolling years had brought.
"But as long as that hope does not die, we, Konoha's children, can continue."
She closed her eyes.
"Do you want to become a shinobi?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:34 pm
((Note that Anzu doesn't know of Zephyr going around in a kid Henge, because five years ago, when he hunted Museifu down, Zephyr briefly returned to the village in his usual form.))
With the swiftest haste, Anzu hurried from that room and, as the nurses indicated, he made for the stairs. Along the way, though, at a turn in the halls, he crashed into the assistant Kage, and with a wince, was sent toppling back. He caught himself however, and looked to the other teen, the expression of worry never leaving his face: "I don't know...I just heard Nyame was back, and that she...!"
The note of panic - and of fear too - in the Senju's voice will not go amiss to the Hatsuchi. "Something happened to Shika...Nyame...I heard she attacked Yokou-dono and blames Zephyr-dono, from what I've heard...they took her to the mental ward!" It was clear that Anzu - usually so confident - was visibly shaken: the fear of losing Nyame, like they had lost their Sensei...and Shikaenja, Shikaenja...what on earth happened, that day a month ago when Nyame left with the Nara, without permission from the High Council, to take it upon themselves to bring the Juugodaime back from Iwa...?
They never reached Iwa.
The horrible realization sunk in. If otherwise then, Yokou-dono...her expression was calm, but he knew better. Years of working with that woman, he could see the nuance of pain, just a brief shadow-flicker across pale eyes. She learned to hide emotions well, but he had heard the Nara who was her teammate could read her extraordinarily, and his head of family - her Sensei - too.
With a groan, Anzu's hands flew to his temples, rubbing them tiredly.
"What...what am I...supposed to do...?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:42 pm
Hyuuga TairuHp: 60/60 l Cp: 45/45 l MHp: 55/55 l DB: 16 Theme: Main Theme Tairu burst through the front entrance and then came screeching to a halt. His mind had to slowly catch up to the situation that stood before him. The first thing to hit Tairu was that there were no doors at the front entrance. Then the battlefield before him hit Tairu like a freight train. Tables and chairs were over turned. Papers fluttered about in the wind, dry wall dust hung low in the air. What the heck happened in here? Tairu thought. The kitten let out a frightful cry. "It's okay kitty, Yokou-sama won't be hurt and she'll patch you right up." Tairu said to the kitten. Tairu carefully made his way through the maze of destruction that was front lobby and up to the reception desk. "Excuse me, Is anyone there?" Tairu couldn't find anyone. Hearing a strange noise coming from underneath the counter, Tairu walked around to the back entrance to see what it was. There he found a terrified looking nurse. "Umm do you know where I can find Yokou-sama?" The nurse only pointed in a direction. "Ah, thank you." Tairu said nervously as he walked in the pointed direction. Tairu wandered around for quite some time before he heard the faint whispers of Yokou-sama's voice. Tairu followed them as they became louder and louder until he found her. "Yokou-sama, thank goodness I finally found you, you see I was on my way home when I heard this cry and it turned out to be a kitten that was stuck in a bush but when I freed the kitten from the bush I found out that it's leg was broken so then I remembered that you were going to be at the hospital so I rushed over right away and...." Tairu breathed for a moment. "PLEASE HEAL THIS KITTEN!" Tairu finished as he held up the kitten for her to see.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:54 pm
Was she...dreaming...?
There was something cool on her cheek.
Drip.
Water?
It stung at the barely-visible cuts on her cheek, but she did wince away. It felt oddly cool, the damp drops of liquid, and, and-...
Her eyes opened, and she sat up (or so she tried), but only winced as the narcotic still ran strong in her system. She could barely keep her thoughts clear, fighting unconsciousness valiantly, as she cast her defiant gaze upon Kiyoshi. Unafraid. He wasn't part of the medical order - a Jounin, by his clothes - but not a Hyuuga, a flicker of crimson...?
Ahhh.
Uchiha.
A Uchiha.
She didn't have anything against that family, but...she turned her face away, aside, into the pillow. Looking away from Kiyoshi.
"I don't need your pity, Uchiha."
Well, who was he, to think she needed pity?
She lives.
She still holds her pride.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 5:26 pm
Moku HatsuchiTheme mermaiderLv: 30 Hp: 750 Cp: 390 MHp: 600
Moku walked up to Anzu not saying anything but raised his hand and proceeded to slap him across the face. He then started talking in his usual calm demeanor. “ well worrying about her dose no one any good, we’ll do no good standing here and rubbing our skulls to the bone so stop that before you go bald. Lets go check on her.” In that time that Zephyr returned to the village its all gone to hell. Moku turned around and headed towards the mental ward. Zephyr’s punishment would have to wait until Nyame was all right. “ remember this is Nyame-san.” Moku was disturbed by this fact, why would Nyame straight up attack Yokou, there had to be some kind of story behind it. There always is. “ if shes in the ward then shes ether injured of resting or both. But shes alive, so be thankful for that.” Moku felt he had to remain calm and hold his anger for the time being. It bothered him however that Anzu was so distraught about everything.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 5:32 pm
& ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ S e n j u F a m i l i a : ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ § He took me from the labs, and gave me a name.
..."I will call you Zephyr, and you will be as free as the wind"...  Hp: 1210 | Cp: 3140/3250 | MHp: 1200
Theme Song: To Live [Higurashi - Dear You ~ 'Thanks' Version]It was true.
He wanted to be selfish.
Screw the village's feelings.
And damn the High Council's opinions to the pits of hell.
That night, he had wanted to tell the old Uchiha lord and whisper apologies...for the person he couldn't save.
Forget Senju dignity. The person he couldn't save...
...because he was no saint.
Because, unlike that statue Konoha prayed to, he was human.
No deity of mercy, or gifted with any ability to save.
He could make a mockery out of nature, because the heavens were generous enough to at least grant that.
The Senju royal family's very existence mocked the heavens.
But...still.
Even though it was forbidden!
Even though Rasen told him, from the first day...
"...when my Sensei was still alive." Whispered Zephyr. "As a member of the High Council, he urged me to take a Genin team. But Museifu...he asked me, if I was certain I wanted the boy there."
Only ten years old, the High Council was forced to accept that the child Rasen Hyuuga had brought back was indeed of Jounin ability. But what to do with such a child? With his youth and - a broken boy - he certainly was of no condition to lead any Genins. And so, for a long time, they were at a loss of what to do.
A bitter laugh.
He briefly attended the Academy.
But upon the war with Kusa, he joined the ANBU, and became an assassin among the hunter-nins.
"He...said... He said that he was worried. Worried how everything can go wrong. And...and I told him: '...for a stupid legend? It's probably just some ridiculous myth, made by weak humanity, as an excuse for their shortcomings.'"
When he was eighteen, Rasen called him in.
The High Councilman was worried for his Student...for the little boy he brought back, who never had a chance to really 'feel' the sun he had promised.
Perhaps there was a bit of pity too.
The dead eyes of the ten-year-old child did not change at all, still stained by blood, even six years later.
So he made his suggestion.
It...hurts.
Hurts to speak.
"I told myself, it was fine. If I don't get attached to them...it was fine. No need to worry about some myth...some 'eternal clash' the people claimed will always exist. And-..."
And...when he really...learned...
When he really learned to love them-...
"When...that..."
Because it was impossible to not grow attached.
"...then I thought, maybe, if I-..."
If he had just loved them...
...for things to be all right...?
"Ha...ha. What a...hopeless wish."
Thinking the cruelly scripted play could be avoided.
Foolish, foolish.
Playthings they were, in the hands of a cruel deity.
And Keiji - because it really was Keiji speaking, not the prankster joker hiding beneath the mask - when Keiji spoke again...
He was taken aback.
He won't tell Keiji that not much of him remained human. That was another story, a black secret.
But...he'll be damned if he didn't make the most of the time spent, and the time to come. To the precious people Keiji still holds dear, and for him, sweet Yokou, Shika, and everyone else...he'll be damned if he didn't make the most of the days lived, and the days to come.
Because eternity was not forever.
He will not run away again, like he did, ten years ago.
So he let go. But he raised a small fist - his right - and allow it to meet Shinichi's opposing hand.
"You're on."
Accepting the challenge.
Accepting to live.
Accepting that one by one, his precious people will disappear.
But...
But-...
Keeping them very much alive, dear in his heart.
Even as the ages roll by.
But for the moment, to cherish them truly...
Never again taking precious people for granted.
Lest they be lost to time...
...because the next day may snatch them away.Rank: Hokage | Position: Head of Clan, Senju Royal Family
Title: White Tiger of KonohaThe old man is dead now...why do I still live his promise...?
But he loved this village. I think I do, too.
Senju Shinrei & ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ K o n o h a g a k u r e : ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ §
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ProtoXtreme rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:29 pm
Mild surprise from the little girl, as Tairu burst into the room. But Hyuuga Elruda was one to quickly recover, and delighted to see her cousin again, very quickly, before he even noticed, Elruda rushed forth, and stepped back, jumped into the air, and aimed a kick for his head as greeting.
"Dynamic Entorrrrri~!!!"
Course she didn't know the real thing, but with her former Sensei in Ame being a Taijutsu master...let's say it placed ideas into little Elruda's head. She noticed the kitty in his arms - flying into the air with a wail - too late and with surprise, she easily caught the poor thing, and ended up tucking the kitty under one arm and the other hand on the floor for a long moment (in a handstand). She pushed off the ground with that one hand - it would seem the time she spent in Ame had greatly helped with physical strength - and with a half-somersault, landed cleanly on her feet.
"Oof. Ohnoe, are you all right, kitty-san!!!"
Attack Melee: 1d20 + 12
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:52 pm
"Calm!" Snapped Anzu. "How can I be calm! If - ..." His voice trailed off here. "If Shika really is gone, aside me, she is all that's left of Team Fifteen!" With those words, burning amber eyes settled in a fierce gaze - the ANBU captain's angry glare - upon the Assistant Kage.
"I know." Said Anzu, more softly, affirming his understanding of the situation. "Even if it is..." He couldn't bring himself to say it, so he shook his head aside. "I know that! Even if it's the worst case...it...that being upset won't change that fact. But what do you expect me to do!"
"Laugh, be happy, that she got hurt?!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:30 pm
Hyuuga TairuHp: 60/60 l Cp: 45/45 l MHp: 55/55 l DB: 16 Theme: Main Theme Tairu was taken completely off guard by Elruda. In fact he didn't even know that she was back in town. All Tairu heard was " "Dynamic Entorrrrri~!!!" before the underside of a foot made contact with the side of his head. With is body now in the process of a cartwheeling the poor little kitty was thrown up into the air. "Kitty!" Tairu yelled as he hopelessly spun to the floor. Tairu didn't even realize the full extent of what had happened until he was laying on the floor in a coma like state. That was when he saw Elruda-chan which dramatically brought back Tairu's vitality. Tairu sprung back to his feet and look at the kitten with concern. "That was close Elruda-chan, the poor little kitten almost got seriously hurt, that was a good catch!" Tairu told her. -1 Hp
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:48 pm
Moku HatsuchiTheme mermaiderLv: 30 Hp: 750 Cp: 390 MHp: 600
“Be strong” Moku said with a slight anger in his voice. of course he was upset too Shika was a fine man, and a grate shinobi. “Nyame is most likely feeling the same way you are, on top of that she was there when he was…finished…its most likely she’s feeling responsible for it.” Moku took a deep breath as he continued towards the ward. “Be strong so that she too can remain strong. We honestly cant do a dam thing right now, being happy she’s alive is out of the question because it could make her feel as if we value her life over the loss of shikas. We cant be sad because it will only confirm her beliefs. Therefore we can only remain calm, strong, and supportive of her situation. Upset as we are to show it would be like stabbing Nyame-san and increasing her injury.” Moku stopped near the wards to ask for Nyames room. Continuing on his way Moku stopped before opening it and said “this is her room…after you Anzu-san” Moku stood beside the door waiting for any last words Anzu had before entering and confronting Nyame. He couldn’t force him to act like how he said, but it was how Moku was going to act.
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