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 Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:43 pm
Iri takes just a moment to watch the movement of her naginata. Then her eyes flick back to Tutsumi's face. Even in a calm moment, she won't lose her sense of caution, and that means watching his every move.
"I believe you have an interest in the strength and skill of the members of the academy. You want to make sure that the students progress, as well as the teachers. That's the only reason that makes sense to me. Then again," Iri gives a wing shrug, "As far as I know you, picking on novices like myself could just be what you do when you feel bored or particularly mean-tempered."
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:05 pm
Smiling, Tutsumi kicks the naginata up into the air, catching it, and then threw it a ways away. He had already been found out.
"Iri, try practicing with other people. Also...try to stop using metal in fights with Reeve, I've been watching things and I've noticed he's been using that. It's always good to train with your peers so that you can improve, and if there are none at the time...spar with a sensei."
Tutsumi turned around slowly, and left the fight.
((I have to fly from 6 am tomorr--today. I probably won't be on much until after Sunday.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:28 pm
Reeve walks into the kitchen and makes himself busy at the stove, cooking a large pot of beef stew whilst toasting the bread for a sandwich. He felt suddenly, inexplicably, and ravenously hungry.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 3:20 am
princessbabygal107 She cursed and closed her eyes keeping the byakugan activated and saw them. She sent the water up forming a huge wave and it hit sending her back into the shelter. As it did they were all the posistion to hit against the outer wall as the tag went and exploded and they all did. She climbed onto of her shelter area and tried to catch her breath. ((repost for neko from pg 3914))
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 9:39 am
Iri takes the advice with a nod of understanding and a respectful bow. Then she starts to gather her scattered weapons. The abandoned tessen and kunai are hooked onto her belt. She doesn't bother to put her naginata back in its usual straps.
As she walks back to the dojo, Iri goes over the fight in her head, thinking each step of it through. She really needs to improve in her hand-to-hand combat. And Reeve had proven to her before Tutsumi that there was a major flaw in her choice of weaponry. She has a few wooden tessen of her own, but she'll have to find out if the dojo has a wooden version of a naginata. Or could she construct weapons out of some other material? That would be an experiment for another day. For now, she needs to wash up, tend to her wounds, and restore her energy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 12:15 pm
-=The beasts swam back up to the shore, and plowed through the exploding tags, the fire licking at their scales. Two of them disappeared, and the remaining four bolted for Ally=-
-=Making his way to the Island, Neko readied a small whistle, and as soon as his void-stepping groaned close enough so Ally could hear, he stood between the beasts and Ally, the whistle in his mouth, but no sound coming from it. The creatures stopped dead in their tracks and sat, looking at Neko, their skin turning into a brilliant chromatic display=-
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 12:41 pm
A boy, who looks about 17, with a sword strapped to his back, enters the dojo via the entrance.
"Hello... I've come here to register in..."
"i was told to register here by Reeve."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 12:46 pm
Reeve smiles as he approaches from the kitchen.
" 'Lo, Zane. The Reeve you met was a clone I leave at the Rai dojo for upkeep purposes. Hope that wasn't too much of a shocker- how are ya?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 12:54 pm
"Fine thanks. So, where do i sign in, like the clone told me?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:03 pm
"Normally, Nekojiri would take care of it. But, I don't know where he is at the moment. He's the HNIC (That's -Ninja-). Anyway..."
He takes a second to grab an important-looking notebook from a coffee table in the Main Room, and begins jotting down information.
"That's Zane Strife, Male....how old are you?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:08 pm
-=The sharp clacking of stilletos on hardwood echoed through the dojo as Motoko made her way into the main room from the hallway. Her hair was kept as neat as ever, and her shirt was left just a bit unbuttoned as she let her gaze drift over Zane and Reeve. It was a little odd, but she had heard things about how the place used to be run. she slowly began to walk towards them, giving them time to finish their conversation, or notice her. Whichever came first, really=-
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 7:02 pm
Kaimen noticed her, sitting on the rafters he attempted to stare down into her cleavage, 19 and with passion, what man would want to? Before he shouted a loud profane word he bit his lips together.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 2:07 am
"17."
Turns to see girl walking towards them.
"Hi."
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 8:58 am
She was trying to catch her breath staying up slightly, but barely looking at everything. SHe just stared at Neko as her byakugan slowly deactivated. She didn't say anything to him at all, just watched him. There was a long akward silence bewteen everything and ally looked like she was about to collapse, nevermind the fact of how messy she looked.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:16 am
Iri wanders out of her room, making sure to close the door behind her. Then she continues to move down the hall to the dojo's main room. The girl's usual sarong has been replaced by a sweater that matches the lavender hue of her eyes and a pair of black leggings. The sweater falls almost to her knees and has a modest V neck line, long sleeves, and a partially open back to accomodate her wings. No footwear is on her person, and she is just as lacking in weapons for once. The sweater doesn't quite hide the presence of a bandage on her left shoulder, and there's a light, circular bruise on her throat. Every once in a while she might wince and gingerly bring a hand to her stomach, where another bruise is hidden under the sweater.
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