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 Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 1:48 pm
"On second though..." Furanken said as she rose up to her feet. "I dont quite think I'm ready to progress. Let me practice further, and I shall return," the blonde said as she pulled on her lab coat, soon grabbing her cleavers as she strapped them to her person. "Who knows, I may return with a few hearts in hand," She added softly, earning a deep chuckle from the form beside her.
"We shall see...And I shall look forward to your return."
And with that, Sutaina Furanken departed...Not only because she needed more training, but she didnt feel that she was quite ready to take on whatever affair was going on in the Tree.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 6:26 pm
HIdden Waterfall. Akira had never had the chance to be here for any circumstances. IT was a pity that he had to be here on this day however. He was getting ready for a battle that he was not looking forward to, against a man so powerful that he became the villages Takikage. Whats worst, he was planning to fight him here, in his own village. That was not going to be a smart move. Still, Akira had to fight on if he was to get what he was hoping to get out of this. That being the headband that the Takikage holds. He took a deep breath and continued into the village.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 6:41 am
"Well yeah, you could just gimme the Hero Water." Kiraki's smooth voice said from beneath the mask. "If someone like me could find it, who knows what other people could find it. And what they might use it for...."
Kiraki lowered his hands back underneath his cloak but kept his distance from the bird masked ninja.
"Besides, I have little interest in ruling the world or whatever power comes with that thing. I've heard several stories from the dock village on the other side of the lake. What better way to protect a village treasure than to entrust it in a friendly face like mine? That way, you never have to worry about an intrusion like this or in the past again."
Kiraki waved a hand over his masked face in humor as he awaited his reply.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 4:50 pm
[[Oh yeah pawn, you can't fight me unless you have the # two headband and Akira has it....who conveniently just stepped into the village xD Will you fight him to get to me?]]
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 6:42 pm
((really? i thought this was just a fight.
but if it is a prize...it fits right up Kirakis alley. guess ill have edit my post then))
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 6:45 pm
[[-shrug- Drago's rule xD]]
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 6:46 pm
((post was edited.
though i think it might be hard to find us if were on the outskirts and hes inside haha.))
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 6:56 pm
[[ Haha, no worries, I can understand why your confused since I didn't enforce it when I had the #1 headband.]]
A stranger arrived in town, yet another mysterious mask wearing person? He walked with the air of a man with a mission, a mission that he would be in no way deterred from. He strode through the streets his appearence catching a few stares from the villagers, robes from a continent viewed only by a tiny, miniscule fraction of the poppulation. Just who was this person and what did they want, at the moment all they seemed to be doing was walking down the same street as the Moon ninja walking down the street.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 7:08 pm
Tsugime rolled his eyes behind his mask before he said "Well I suppose as long as I have the Hero's Water your not really much of a threat. I suppose you can stay if your interested in the sites but the moment I believe you begin to pose a threat to the village, you will face erasure. I have far more important things to worry about than you. Now if you'll excuse me I must take my leave." The man stepped back into the shadows as he vanished from view. Two more chakra signatures had entered the village that Tsugime didn't recognize. One was rather large while the other a bit weaker.
Tsugime couldn't risk the safety of the village. As he raced through the hollows of the tree, he emerged near the high branches. From this vantage point he watched over the village looking for signs of anything unusual. Something was definitely not right. Three intrusions in one day was definitely cause for alarm. How were so many able to find the hidden village entrance? Did the other two intruders come behind the first? Was there a vast army waiting outside the Hidden Waterfall Village? Tsugime needed to prepare for the worst. Nothing like this had ever happened since the invasion of the Rain ninja under the command of a rogue Waterfall ninja. He could take on one ninja but three was a bit of a stretch.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 7:24 pm
Kiraki shrugged as the bird masked man slunk back into the shadows. he was used to threats but wasnt stupid enough to take them with a grain of salt.
Taking a quick look around and concentrating to find any immediate chakra signatures in the area, Kiraki examined them altar site and its decor.
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A lone bird took off towards the ski with a bag in its claws as Kiraki climbed back up through the roots to the surface. It wasnt a bad haul, all things considered. The museums would like the artifacts, but losing the hero water wasnt the easiest thing let go of.
Kiraki knew there had to be someway to get it from the bird masked ninja but put it in the back burner of his mind as he pulled out the last kunai he stuck into tree. Giving it a quick flick, a hum like a tuner rang out in the distance as Kiraki gave chase.
Eventually he made it to the grand entrance of the tree with the road behind it that lead to the other side of the lake, his kuani holsters filled to the max. His face had changed from the featureless mask to a youthful boy with a fake waterfall village headband on. Blessing the fact that his mask made disguise worked and that a random man he was talking to was an idiot and believed the manufactured story Kiraki spat out, the now 'waterfall' youth followed the goods trader through the secret passage way and into the hidden waterfall village.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 7:27 pm
((Now I'm confused, so am I facing you Dr., Cabong, or Noir?))
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 7:28 pm
[[Your facing me unless Pawn or Noir wants to fight you for the headband]]
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 7:31 pm
Valkiron ((Now I'm confused, so am I facing you Dr., Cabong, or Noir?)) ((were all in the village now so things will be easier now haha. as for whos fighting who? youre guess is as good as mine. Kiraki really only cares for priceless things...and a number one headband fits that category. but he has no clue why you would all be fighting so unless he finds out, he wont really care.))
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 7:48 pm
((Okay, that works.))
Akira took to turning into a dark alley. It was not because he knew that anyone was following him or not but simply because he was wanted to get out of everyones view. He did not care for the bustle of crowds, especially when he was not supposed to be in those crowds. Akira concentrated his chakra and removed his headband. He was going to be giving himself a lot of unneeded attention because of the chakra. He most certainly did not need to be seen as a foreign ninja in a place like this. All Akira needed to do was wait for someone to come at this point.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:27 pm
He had no need for words, no needs for petty conversation. His motives were still an utter mystery, but his seriousness was not to be doubted. He rounded the corner his heavy traveling gusting up in the air as he simotaneously drew two long thin daggers, almost the right size for tanto from a series of sheaths that covered the body, the thin slight form was strapped from head to toe in more blades then could be counted in a single glance. The blades spun in his hands the silver bluring into two continuous circles, he was obviously familiar and well accustomed to the blades in his hand. Raising his arms up in an "x" pattern he slashed downward sending a similar pattern of sharpened wind discs at the Moon ninja, the Twin Winds of Craftsman. In one fluid motion from the slash, the blades were sheathed again and the cloack obscuring his hand movements again. Just who was this man, only his eyes could be seen and they gave away nothing, just cold with a smoldering fire within.
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