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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:36 pm
 Yasuhiro Uchiha
Yasuhiro smiled beneath his scarf as haruki spoke. "I've had my fill of the cold, so i prefer to dress warmly. At least I show my true face instead of hiding behind others like some coward." he said evenly.
As Serene walked up her outfit took him by surprise to be sure, his eyebrow raised in obvious confusion and curiosity. However her words still got through, so with a few moments of thought he considered her point. "Normally yes that would be the case but chunin or not impressing them is only important for another few hours, however if one day in the future you and I were to fight with each othr I would want to know I could put you at my back and not end up with a knife in it." he explained in a matter fo fact tone.
He crossed his arms over his chest, "to be honest what a jounin I may never meet again thinks means very little to me, but to know my allies strengths is to be able to work together more efficiently as a team and come back home in one piece, and successful rather then just getting in each others way." he pointed out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:10 pm
 ~Feed the fire, break your vision~
Takeo entered back into the holding area and noticed everyone grabbing food in preparation for the next test. Grabbing a sandwich, he stuffed it into his mouth and sat down in a corner, his other free hand not carrying the case holding some water to wash it down. Setting the case next to him, he ate quietly watching everyone else.
Sessouresu looked to be his usual grumpy self though he noticed a new wrapping around his eye. Lost it during your match huh? He smiled as he wondered what kind of abilities his opponent had to give him that. On the other hand, Sessouresu was still a mystery to him. He seemed to radiate power and arrogance, but Takeo sensed he wasn't bluffing. He felt a shiver run through him. He wished to fight him, but at this point he had no reason to other than a slight interest. He was sure he'd see him in action eventually.
His brother was still wearing that mask, though he noted his eyes now. They weren't the red of the Sharingan, but that look was unmistakable. The other Haruki was still out.
Serene seemed to be chastising Yasuhiro for something as he retorted something. Some of his speech sounded sound, but other parts were misguided in Takeo's mind. The whole reason they were here was to advance, so impressing the chunin/jounin now was important.
He finished his sandwich at this point and washed down any remnants of it in his mouth with his water. His thoughts and gaze wandered over to his case that he had received and he figured now would be a good time to find out what the heck it was and why it was so costly. He pulled it in front of him so when he opened it, its contents would be visible to his eyes only. He channeled his chakra into it and it clicked open. Takeo opened it to check its insides.
~Throw your fists up, come with me!~
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:17 am
 A clinking sound followed through the area, and a man dressed in red armor appeared, bowing slightly. "Uchiha Takeo. Your presence is requested for the beginning of the third set of trials. Make your way to the tent on the end of the training field, and present your token of trials." The man handed him a small slip of paper, and his eyes hardened beneath his mask. "Do you accept this challenge?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:13 pm
~Feed the fire, break your vision~
Takeo quickly closed his case after examining the contents. For now, until he figured out how to work with what he had he figured he would use that sealing technique he had learned back when training with his father. He'd never used it before this time since his training but he remembered how to.
Pulling a scroll from his pouch, he quickly scrawled across it the symbols for sealing and placed what he had received on the scroll. Pushing his chakra into the paper, the objects disappeared in a poof and Takeo smiled. He discarded the case and rolled the scroll up as a man in armor announced his presence with his approach. Takeo looked up from his work as the man made his statement. He took the piece of paper and nodded. "I do. I'm on my way now."
Gripping the piece of paper in one hand, he stood up and with the other, he placed his scroll back into his pouch for later. He headed out of the area for the tent he specified.
~Throw your fists up, come with me!~
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:54 pm
  Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveAs he took in everything that was said he passed over him like a breeze that one would pay no heed to. Yasuhiro's comment meant very little and in fact he hoped he said that in front of Hebi. "Heehee that sure would be funny to watch him hand himself on that scarf," he thought silently to no one in particular.
He did like Serene's comment but took points away from helping the feeble minded, idiot. He looked up to Takeo entering the room noticed he listened in before turning away to look at his case secretively. "And the learning curve goes up.... steeply. Hehehee." He looked to Serene and notice she had hers.
Oh the anticipation was killing him but he would wait for not to see what his labor and wrought for her. He still couldn't say why he was doing this, but it was entertaining to say the least. And often times, that was all that was necessary for the Stranger's actions in terms of an explanation.
He arched his eyebrow at the approach of the soldier in red armor calling out Takeo first. "Sigh, well Karasu, looks like we won't be snooping on Takeo for the contents of his case today." He waited a moment a figured since the red clad warrior had approached now one else was going to be approaching, he may as well take advantage and use his time wisely.
He thought about what he should train. He was lacking in his Taijutsu training, but his Perception jutsu was severely limited as of right now. "Right then, I just guess that will have to wait won't it?" He stood up weighing his options and decided to do something a little different."Pardon me, you young gentlemen with the rather shocked expression from the blunt observations of my singular sighted clan's man here. Would you mind sparring with such a "weak and pathetic member of the Uchiha?"He walked a short distance away and assumed a fighting stance similar to Haruki's. However since no one who knew his fighting style was around to see it, they wouldn't see the difference, the Stranger's was narrower, more precise. More lethal than his, "predecessor." He decided to go without the use of his Sharingan for this training.
The genin rushed him and his smile behind his eerie cat like mask only intensified. He lashed out with a fast side kick to the first. Instead of following through he pushed off of him to get farther away to allow him to better assess the situation. Two approached him fast, the one on his right was faster. Fainting a left jab, he did a spinning side kick, turning in a tight circle planting the ball of his right foot into the boy's floating ribs on his right side.
With a gasp and a sharp loud cry he crumpled to the floor gasping. Not taking his eyes off the Stranger to check and see if his fellow was alright he was on the Stranger. Throwing a quick jab, and a powerful left hook. The Stranger parried the first with an outward block while recovering to his full stance from his kick, but he had not regained his balance before taking the full blow of the left hook.
Instead of rolling with the blow he threw his left foot out wide to catch himself, staggering. His mask didn't even crack, but he was annoyed it was hit none the less. The healing jutsu of the unnamed jounin was still in full effect and his disorientation was all ready clearing. Whipping his head around he caught the boys arm in with an twisted open palm.
As the boys blow landed, his grip closed and tightened, turning his hips and following with a water like fluidity he pulled the boy through his punch, never allowing his arm to bend. Once the boy was past him, he threw a punch into the middle of the boys back punching through him. The boy landed hard on the ground with a heavy thud. He turned with a grin, only to widen his eyes in surprise, a third genin place a heavy ball kick into his stomach.
This time he rolled with the blow, allowing his body to bend and locking the boys leg. Sucking in a breath, he threw two kick downward chops to the side of his knee, gripped his ankle with his left and and drove a right knee into his inner thigh. There wasn't a sickening snap, but he could feel the tension wanting to give out in his leg badly.
Dropping the boy's leg he made a tight spinning circle bringing his leg high up above his face and to bring a standing ace kick down onto his head. Knocking his unconscious, he stood up sore but far from broken and done. The first genin was up as well holding his side, but striding towards him one armed ready to rumble. Resembling a very familiar cowboy from a western movie he had once seen.
He laughed and charged him, throwing a vicious chop with his right hand in a diagonal slash, a throat chop with his left and jumping ball kick with his right foot. The genin blocked with his left hand the fist chop, but he over extended himself because of his stomach injury. As a result his left chop came over his block, he stumbled back coughing and gasping. His kick caught the unsuspecting boy in the chest and laid him out on the ground, for a second time with a gasping grunt of pain.
Dusting himself off he sighed a contented sound,"Thanks for that gents, good day."He walked off whistling, proud with his progress and a little more secure in himself and his own personal power.Training Complete - Descending Crow
500+606=1,006
C-rank achieved
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:33 pm
~Feed the fire, break your vision~
Making his way back into the holding area, Takeo had a smile on his face. He was glad for the way things had gone. Granted he hadn't been able to put pressure on the king like he had planned and then his plan was dashed since he didn't take into account that the other pieces would move along with his. But! He had made peace with himself and Ijimeru, and now they were friends. Hell, in his mind, things had gone great for that exam.
He sat back down in his previous corner and rested. He wondered what the last part of the exam was going to be.....
~Throw your fists up, come with me!~
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 1:13 pm
A clinking sound followed through the area, and a man dressed in red armor appeared, bowing slightly. "Uchiha Koto. Your presence is requested for the beginning of the third set of trials. Make your way to the tent on the end of the training field, and present your token of trials." The man handed him a small slip of paper, and his eyes hardened beneath his mask. "Do you accept this challenge?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 6:04 pm
Uchiha Koto
"Your first cut..."
Koto looked at the paper and back at the man. He met the man's hardened stare.
"I accept..." he said simply but in those words and his eyes conveyed the simplest turth as he saw it. Life was the challenge and everyday that he chose to continue living he accepted that challenge anew.
He put other thoughts out of his mind and left...there was nothing to think about at the moment...his plans required him to continue with the exams to the best of his ability...he had to use them as a rough estimate of his own power as compared to his comrades...while they were still his comrades...
He spoke to no one as he left...but gave Takeo a respectful nod for having come back no worse for the experience.
He could only imagine what the challenge would be as he walked toward his next challenge...
Koto's Theme (new)
"...Should be your last"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:21 pm
 Character Theme: And Dignified Like A Blooming Flower ~~~~~~~Training Start~~~~~~~
As Serene sat, thinking on her fight with Haruki, she once again went through the helplessness she had felt against his active Sharingan. He was most likely not the strongest or smartest one with one active, yet he had her completely outmatched in the beginning. She had found her way to attempt to match the eyes powers of perception, using perception beyond simply using her own eyes. Focusing on her vision she would never match a sharingan, however vision was only a single sense, and quite an unreliable one at that. You could only see in one direction, and eyes could easily be fooled. Other senses, such as the ears, were able to detect things from any direction. How many times in the past had she had to rely on her ears and not her eyes? She was kicking herself for not noticing sooner.
With the case on her lap still, Serene closed her eyes, concentrating deeply on something, it was easy to tell by her face (if you actually took the time to look up to her face...) She had a pretty good sense of the area she was sitting in, now she tried to 'see' it without her eyes, letting her other senses take over. Unlike with Haruki, there wasn't simply one other source of noise. There were a lot of people in the holding area, and trying to pinpoint anything seemed futile in the jumbled mess of sounds. But Serene knew she just had to focus, find a single point and follow it back to its source. As she did she started to see it, each person around her, how they were moving, what they were muttering under their breaths...it started to become clear, it took her a while but she was definitely starting to get it...
~~~~~~~~Training end~~~~~~~~
As Serene opened her eyes, she noticed the cold metal case against her legs. She had gotten so preoccupied with her thoughts that she had nearly forgotten all about it. Haruki must have done a lot of gambling to earn the coins that he had given to her, she supposed it was best not to let his effort go to waste. The man at the counter said she simply had to infuse the case with some of her chakra for the lock to open up. Serene did just that, interested as to just what could be in the case...
Training word count: 301/250
Training bonus: Focus Type - 50% off abilities based off Great Fireball Technique
New Jutsu
D Rank - Blindsense ~learned~
Jutsu List
C Rank - Photon Shift (Kekei Genkai)
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Widespread Ruin
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Blazing Sword
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Explosive Shot
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Fire Phalanx
C Rank - Inverted Great Fireball Technique: Flame Eater
C Rank - Iaijutsu
C Rank - Battojutsu
D Rank - Iaijutsu: Blazing Slash
D Rank - Battojutsu: Slip Strike
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:42 pm
~Feed the fire, break your vision~
Takeo did some thinking as he sat in his corner. He wondered what he could change for his next fight. The second exam had left him with an odd taste in his mouth. If he had been able to make a clone like Chun had then maybe he could have gotten the upper hand on Seika. A clone? A fire clone didn't sound too sturdy to him, but an earth one would be able to take some beating. How would he make it though?
He felt the ground around him and decided he could practice here. Couldn't be too different than making a rock wall right? He figured he could just make a rock Takeo in the same way he made a rock wall. The problem with this would be he would have to visualize himself well enough to form a "him" out of earth. He remembered his training for his rock wall and how long that had taken him to master and figure out. He shook it off. He had made a few walls since that time. Maybe making himself wasn't too much.
It's always hard the first time, but after I do it a bit it should become easy.
He focused chakra into his hands and formed the clone seal then the snake to focus on his earth chakra. He placed his palms to the ground and a rough version of himself arose from the ground next to him in the same leaning/sitting position he was in. The rocky clone had his shape but not his features. It tried to turn its head and Takeo heard a crackling of earth. Before he had time to stop it the head fell off into its lap. "Ok so no good." The rock was too hard and solid. He shoved his chakra back into the ground again to collapse the clone. Was he not doing something? He decided to try once more. This time his clone looked different then himself. It had a certain look to it that Takeo felt wasn't himself. It looked more thin than him and as it turned to look at Takeo, he noticed it wasn't himself, it was his brother. Well, so much for this attempt. He sent it back to the earth from whence it came. Looks like he was closer to his brother than he thought. He caught himself chuckling and shrugged it off.
Obviously he was missing something.An idea snapped into his mind. He stood up and went to the bathroom. His thought was that maybe he just wasn't familiar with how he looked. He wasn't very vain about his appearance and rarely cared about what he looked like. As long as he could move around and felt free he was happy. The mirror above the sink revealed a young boy wearing a sleeveless shirt and some pants with armor on the thighs. Spiky black hair, slightly darker palms from the ash and now dirt covering them, onyx eyes, these were some of the things Takeo studied and memorized. He made his way back to his previous spot and sat back down, keeping his appearance fresh in his mind."This time!"
Clone seal first, then the snake seal, then the palms to the ground, and another "him" appeared next to him. This time the "him" looked perfectly like him, even the rocky color gone. He nodded, standing up, the clone copied his movement. Takeo walked around his clone, making sure it looked good all around and nodded again. This one looked correct and how he wanted. it seemed to be able to move fluidly and not break itself doing it. That meant there was one last test to be done. Wheeling back, he threw a solid punch to the clone's mid section. It felt like hitting a dirt wall. It gave in, but there was some solid, painful feedback. Instead of poofing out of existence like other clones, it turned back into rock and fell apart. Takeo nodded smiling.
His hand began to feel better after resting and his chakra returned as well. Massaging his hand slowly, he wondered how many clones he could create at once. This was important so that he didn't overexert himself in battle. Judging by his training, maybe two or three at a time. Any more and he would be tired. He grinned though. Now he had a great defense if he did things right. He could fool someone into thinking he was the clone then when they struck "him", they would injure themselves in the process.
He sat back and rested, thinking about other things he could train as he waited.
~Throw your fists up, come with me!~ ((Rock clone-C rank-782/750-Elemental bonus applied))
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:28 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveThe Stranger looked up to Takeo's entrance and Koto's departure with watchful eyes. Nothing special they were just black, plain save for they were missing a familiar gray ring around the pupils. He looked to Takeo, his "brother" mucking around with his chakra and the dirt.
Serene was in a corner doing her zen thing which was fine by him, he was just waiting for her to open her new present sitting against all that bare flesh. It was a shame it wasn't so soaked in blood anymore, alas it is simply not hygienic he supposed.
Looking at Serene it made him think of faint pinkish memento she had given him. And he would never forget it. In that battle he made a grievous error. Something that Sessouresu was very explicit in describing to all in his vocal range. He closed his eyes and sat in a cross legged formation.
He didn't need to rely on the clan's kekkei genkai. Haruki had used it as a tool, but the Stranger had thrown it around like a toy, and on a whim. It was still new to both of them, and he realized the second flaw in his tactics. Since his early conception he had watched Haruki. The perfect soldier.
He was quiet, patient, watchful and above all knew when to strike and when he was in over his head. Lately it seemed that his ego, or his pride of late had hindered that. Or was it truly HIS? The Stranger was impatient, rash and just as calculating, but he had his pride to consider. And he backed down to no one.
It had nearly gotten his arms broken, nearly gotten him beheaded. All of his near found perceptive abilities relied solely on his eyes. No more than that, they relied on his Sharingan. It was high time to do something a little more... inventive. Something new different, something that wouldn't cause him severe strain.
He thought of his Perceive Intent jutsu, it reacted sort of like a sixth sense. He could feel when someone was about to strike him, or rather when someone was about to do something with the intent of force or urgency about them. "A field perhaps, maybe even a bubble.
Well that could be problematic for some one of my stature. Takeo or Sessouresu could pull it off no problem. But they could pump out the chakra needed to do so. Where as Eye needed to maintain as much as I can for as long as possible." The left him with a thought.
What if instead of a full field it was more like and actual bubble. An outside ring, layer or network of chakra. Being disrupted he would have a chance to react. "Well, in theory. That lovely fire-cracker over there.... She could move near instantaneously if it was not a true form of teleportation, whether it was uni-directional or not was up for some serious debate.
Then there was that nasty little style that she and Sessouresu are sooo fond of. Very fast, and with the right tool... exceptionally effective." He started to focus his chakra, mold it and manipulate it. Slowly weaving it this way and that flexing it until he held an "orb like" shape in his mind's eye.
He concentrated on his heart beat, steady and thrumming. Focusing on the pulse of the beat, he mentally forced that beat to his brain. He began to pump his "bubble" outward from his being. Expanding the array farther, h felt ever time it enveloped another person. It was too small, it needed to be bigger.
Finally just a bit beyond forty five feet he reached his current limit. Now from here what would he do? "Now what do I do for a quick escape? I need to do something reactive, fast, instantly reactive. Substitution technique?
Hmm no that would be too long, there are too many hand seals. I need something that it is just as instantaneous. Hmmm, guess that leaves me with the body flicker" He smiled to himself, a single hand seal. For now it seemed full proof until someone else proved it otherwise. He was hoping that with the idea of this jutsu in theory that it would be superior to his isolated visual range sensory jutsu.
In one way this was superior, it did not require his Sharingan, and if he used it along side this jutsu. Then it truly could be a force to be reckoned with. There was a funny disturbance, he quickly slammed his hands together in the seal of the Ram, and he opened his eyes to see that Takeo successfully made a clone of... "Karasu?"Creating a multi-directional bubble was much more ingenious to his initial field. If someone through the ground and disrupted his flat "disk", he wouldn't have had enough time to react in the slightest. But this way he had a chance, it wouldn't leave him open to a lot of options that did not involve running. But that in its self was something more than death.
He looked out towards the room full of bustling genin. Only one maybe two shivered in the area as his chakra pushed past them. Apparently sensor's were a rarity, he only knew of Senri. Content with his work being ready for battle testing he decided to release the chakra bubble.
He sat up, knelt up and stood stretching as if he hadn't been doing anything at all. He walked over to Serene and knelt against the wall looking up at the ceiling. He looked over to her out of his mask before inquiring,"So... anything good, lookin'?"He said it fast enough that it sounded like one straight sentence, however there was the ever so slightest hesitation between good and lookin'. Despite the fact she couldn't see it, he grinned at his bad pun. He had a thing for B-movie hero cliche' quotes.Preemptive Sphere - Sensory Bonus
777/750 Training Complete
C-rank
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 6:46 pm
Character Theme: And Dignified Like A Blooming FlowerAs Serene began to open up the case, she could hear someone moving over towards her. With her focus now balanced between her ears and eyes, she could almost tell Haruki's exact position as he moved... She of course needed to practice this much more until it was perfected, but it would definitely be useful to be able to tell such things with accuracy. Though for now she had other things to do...like rolling her eyes at Haruki's comment... And looking at what was inside of the case...
As Serene took a peek within the case, Haruki would see her stop and blink for a second, not really knowing what to make of what she had been given. It looked like the prize she won was a set of armor. The armor was light, meant for someone to be able to fight in close range without losing mobility. "Armor, huh? Well, not necessarily what I would want...then again I can't say there was anything specific I was looking forward to..." Serene then started trying the armor on. It was made of tougher fabric than she was used to with a few light armor plates in the most vital areas. To the dismay of all the guys in the holding area, it covered her from head to toe. The ninja armor didn't take her too long to put on, and once she was fully covered in it, they was a collective sigh of disappointment from the male half of the room.
"Hmm...this armor's pretty well made. I've still got good mobility and flexibility, but now I have more protection too..." While Serene's opinion of the armor seemed to be high, it was clear that there was something bothering her. She shifted the armor over her chest uncomfortably, it didn't seem to be for one of her proportions and would definitely take a while to get used to. And the worst of all, Serene looked down to her legs. The feeling of the heavy fabric against her skin just...bothered her. With a sigh, she started taking the armor off, many of the guys in the holding area giving a silent cheer as she did. "*sigh*...It's good armor, but its just so uncomfortable...and heavy... It's a waste, but I think I'll just stick to wearing what I've got..." As Serene removed the armor, she had a good look at the forearm and shin guards that came with the set. They were made really well, they seemed sturdier than the ones she already had, and they were lighter as well. Well, at least her prize didn't have to be a complete loss, she at least got something useful out of it.
Serene then turned towards Haruki with a shrug, he was the one that gave her the tokens to get the prize, and she wasn't even utilizing all of what she got. It was a waste of the effort he put in, she supposed. "Ehh, sorry about that. I guess you can have the rest of the armor...then again unless you're planning on changing into a girl at some point its just as useless to you as it is to me..."
Training word count: 0/0
Training bonus: Focus Type - 50% off abilities based off Great Fireball Technique
New Jutsu
~None~
Jutsu List
C Rank - Photon Shift (Kekei Genkai)
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Widespread Ruin
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Blazing Sword
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Explosive Shot
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Fire Phalanx
C Rank - Inverted Great Fireball Technique: Flame Eater
C Rank - Iaijutsu
C Rank - Battojutsu
D Rank - Iaijutsu: Blazing Slash
D Rank - Battojutsu: Slip Strike
D Rank - Blindsense
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 9:02 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveThe Stranger watched her with an odd satisfaction, like a teacher looking onto a pupil. In a way he was, she had begun to listen, more closely than she had when they first met. Lessons learned often painful to temper us into finer blades with truer edges.
As she rolled her eyes much too his eager amusement, she looked into the case with a somewhat, discontent expression?"Oho~ Armor is it? Well it is very tactical and suited for a person of your talents."This comment of course was dry and devoid of true conviction. Instead he was measuring her like one would measure two glasses of water, drops at a time. What was too much, too little? As she moved and rotated ignoring the collective groan of the genin hard on for, lewd display, she wore a slightly discontent frown still.
This time, as too the stroking pleasure of the phallic aura of men in large numbers she took the pants off, as well as the chest piece. But the pants seemed to bother her in particular. He thought of taking special note of that, for future....pranks..
She said that she thought the armor was sound, just not her particular cup of tea."Fair enough, you gave it an honest effort."He watched her rather curiously as she traded demi greeves and vambraces for the newer models, apparently more to her tastes than her originals. She looked at him some what apologetically as she offered him the rest of the armor."Oh no, please. Eye am quite sure I can think of something, put it to good use."His eyes held a sparkle, that gleamed treachery, mischief, chaos, discord and all around naughty shenanigans. He took the armor and quickly and efficiently pulled out a scroll, wrote a summoning seal, and sealed it away.
He thought about it, and quickly pulled out an empty scroll, drawing five more empty summoning seals. "Maybe this will come in handy later..." He smiled at Serene and said to her,"Should you ever change your mind dearie, let me know."He tipped an invisible bill of a hat to her and walked by Takeo holding his head moving as if he had a rather excruciatingly agonizing head ache. A single thought escaped the cage of the Stranger's foot hold, sent through their empathic link. "Takeo... Can you hear me...?"The Stranger stiffened and walked a bit away from Takeo, well within his zone of their full powered link, he seemed unaware that anything was sent to Takeo. He stood arms folded, leaning a single shoulder into the wall, watching the room.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 11:14 am
~Feed the fire, break your vision~
Takeo studied his red haired friends prize as she donned the armor. That's funny, some of those pieces looked similar to his......maybe?
Pulling out the scroll from earlier he unsealed those strange pieces of metal he had received. As he thought, many of the pieces looked the same as the one's Serene had. Gloves and forearm guards, a chest piece that slithered up around his shoulders , and some shin protection. He fit them on easily enough, but found that the armor was light weight and relatively thin. Strange......, he thought to himself. He plopped back down and sighed. He decided to practice some jutsu and began to mold some chakra when he felt funny. His chakra seemed to flow easier around his body. Was it the armor? Maybe that was its purpose instead of protection? It wasn't super heavy or anything and it didn't hamper him at all. He kept it on, smiling to himself. What a great prize!
His face lit up in surprise when he heard his brother's voice. That sounded a lot like his actual brother rather than the other personality. 'Haruki? Is that you? What's going on?'
~Throw your fists up, come with me!~
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 11:20 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveTakeo had put on armor not too dissimilar than Serene's. If not a little heavier and heartier, suited more towards a male shinobi than a lithe kunoichi. Built to be deadly, and versatile with an arsenal and training as well as... aesthetically.
Leaning on the wall and crossing his ankles so he could tap/wiggle a foot in place showing impatience. As if something was bothering him physically or emotionally.Weak and strangled the thoughts and emotions came out like a speaker cutting in and out. A lot of static and plenty of white noise. "T-T-Takeo-o-o...? C-can-n y-you-u h-hear-r m-me-e...??" There was a haunting echo like his voices was traveling across multiple dimensions and plains of existence."L-listen-n... R-rrgh-h. M-my-y t-time-e i-is-s l-limited-d. W-what-t i-is-s h-happening-g? T-tell-l m-me-e a-about-t t-the-e t-trial-s...
I. I... M-might.... f-free-e... n-need-d, t-time-e..... i-information-n... p-please-e, b-brother-r...h-help-p m-me-e..!" As dizzying as Haruki's desperate cries were, they still rang clear to Takeo.Meanwhile the grip on the Stranger's arms tightened and his foot tapping became more wild and agitated, as if he was trying to hold on to his control over something. Whatever it was, it was enough for him to form nervous ticks in more than obvious view of others.
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