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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 11:03 pm
Shiro would not mind then that the figure would have pointed his sword tip as he closed in, and while he may have placed his hand on the figures mouth, the sword would go into his stomach.
Beneath Shiro's hand the figure simply uttered a muffled woof.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 11:24 pm
Shiro looked down at the sword piercing through his stomach, and exiting through his back. There was no blood, and no resistance whatsoever. Shiro just sighed.
"See, I figured you would have made some kind of realization when the kunai did that. Apparently not."
With this, Shiro's palm seals activated. The Chakra blasted forward by the initial bark attack was quickly absorbed into Shiro's body. He tilted his head and smiled.
"It's headshot time."
With the boom, he instantly released all the chakra he had just absorbed with the same hand in the form of a massive concussive blast, point blank at the figure's head.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 12:03 am
The flesh peeled away leaving behind what looked to be a mechanical skull. The sword however did not waver, the shadow along the underside pooled into the vaporous Shiro.
Meanwhile out of the darkness that the Kunai had left emerged figures, looking exactly like the first. Each was smiling.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 12:09 am
Shiro smirked as the figure was blown away, but was unsure about what was happening with the shadow beneath him. It didn't feel right. He dropped the skull and began to back away from where he had left the sword. Soon, figures emerged from the previous darkness explosions, and Shiro was soon feeling uneasy.
"What the hell?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 12:27 am
"I wouldn't worry about that..." The figure in front of him said emerging from the darkness, while the one came dropping down from above whispered, "It won't hurt a bit."
Each looked exactly like the prior one, who was still standing its crazy skull head looking directly at Shiro. Its voice sounded deep and full of blood. "Course that last bit was a lie."
With those words the shadow began to circulate and expand through Shiro's body, glowing a dull black as it grew and grew.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 12:40 am
Shiro was a bit scared, but at the same time, he smiled.
"No pain, no gain."
With this, Shiro's body disintegrated entirely, and a large gust of wind began blowing throughout the area. If anything was attached to him physically, it would detach, and of course air has no shadow. He floated quickly through the air, away from the multiple figures.
He reformed quickly and partially, only to deliver a blast of blinding white light towards the figures.
((Gotta head to bed soon, man))
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 12:43 am
The figures merely smirked, flipped him the bird and then vanished into their own shadows. All of them smiling as the darkness faded from view.
However the shadow was still attached...
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 12:49 am
Shiro, in his gaseous form, was growing concerned over the shadow that refused to leave him. What he needed was a chakra expulsion, and he forgot how to do that. He had needed it when he trained with Neko-sensei in his youth, and never found himself needing it after that. His only attack that would get rid of it was his kamikaze technique, and Shiro didn't feel like getting in trouble for destroying landmasses again. He needed to find the person he came to see.
The figures seemed to leave, but Shiro was unsure about their status for the time being. He waited in his form for now.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 10:51 pm
Sarah takes off at a faster lope, dropping a grenade behind her.
"Hope this works better than the rifle..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 9:41 pm
Kaimen looked about the dojo grounds.
"Ah..I missed them.."
He said sounding disappointed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 11:56 am
((hmm, no posts for two days? ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 6:15 pm
((who knows, my students disappeared.... And some people havent responded to the pm i sent them... Y.Y -sigh- ))
Ishira was in her usual spot, among the trees and fields that riddled the forest around the main building. As she waited for her students to answer her, she had let her spirit wander... The days had been slow, new students were rare and there was not a lot to do other then train. So there she was, with Takki and Kioke, as she let a few attacks go and they dodged them. It was sad, she was bored and her Husband had once again disappeared. Ishira let out a large sigh and then went to the ground on her knees. Both Takki and Kioke ran to her, wondering what had happened and if she had been hurt.
"Are you alright M'lady?" Kioke looked up and down Ishira, concern on her face. Ishira only smiled, putting one hand up in a jester that nothing was wrong. Kioke understood and bot h her and Takki sat down, expecting an answer.
"I only think its time that we should leave again. It seems that it has died here, i havent seen a person wandering in to train in such a long time, nor has a new student appeared. There is that one that wishes to join the Light dojo but then there are the rules... He simply cant be there till he trains in another dojo for some time.... A vacation... That is what i need for its grow ever so hopeless. Are days have only been filled with the same things.... And besides, Tutsumi has long left again....." Ishira fell back and looked up into the trees. This forest was peaceful, but going back home would be a bit relaxing. Maybe some time away would be good....
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Ishira Tsubasa Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 6:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 11:32 am
(( ^.^ Thats good! Hmm but i wonder... how long is it going to take to get people to post >< ))
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Ishira Tsubasa Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 6:35 pm
"Could use some feckin' help here!" Sarah barks into her radio, still at a slow retreat. She fires her rifle behind her with one hand, and there for with no guarantee of accuracy.
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