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A City Of Fools Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:50 pm
@Tanny: You know I dont mean any insult by it. xD
If I did I would be far more obnoxious... and I'd be aware that I'm being obnoxious. xD
Normally I'm obnoxious and just dont realize. @_@
I dont usually brainstorm. I just type as I think. O:
Usually it just pops into my head as I write. C:
@Izuru: >> Givin me jobs I didn't sign up for... XD
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:55 pm
Hello there mister wood sir, would you mind checking my bloodline application please.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:04 pm
Mister wood sir lol xD
tiny your funny
I think I'm going to make Cloud be blood thirsty. I have a feeling the Raikage and the Mizukage are gonna be good friends o3o
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:07 pm
Awesome. The only two villages I like already have an alliance. Badass. xD
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A City Of Fools Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:08 pm
Going for Kiri. And hey, do I post the profile yet or still wait?
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:11 pm
Haha sweet. I think I'm gonna incorporate a group that I made in this other Naruto guild that I joined. They're called the Four Heavenly Kings, they use these jewels that give them power and basically what they do is hunt strong ninja and take their things as trophies. So if they killed an Akatsuki member they would take their jacket, hat, and rings. If they had a sword they might take that as well. In the other Naruto guild they are just in the beginning stages though and didn't get to the brutal stuff yet.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:13 pm
tinymini7 Going for Kiri. And hey, do I post the profile yet or still wait? you can post the profile now, but RP will be limited since we didn't post the chakra system nor do we have a full jutsu list and the villages haven't been built yet xD
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:15 pm
and do I just post the bloodline jutsu in or do I have to learn it?
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A City Of Fools Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:15 pm
Ok, but lets change it up. O:
We should call our group the scarlet kings, and have the leaders just be the two of us. [Its no fun if all the villages are evil, eh?] and kill high ranking members of nations then use their blood to write cryptic messages on the walls of their city. ;D
Aren't I evil? XD
And we simply do it as a game of cat and mouse, no more and no less. xD So theres no real reason to it. Haha.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:32 pm
That sounds epixx! o.0
But the FHK is a Kumo group just like how the Mist 7 is a Kiri group. But I still wanna do everything that you said! So we shall be the ultimate tag team and know as the Scarlet Duo and kill all others pirate
Something tells me we'd be more evil then the Akatsuki xDD
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A City Of Fools Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:45 pm
Lol. Most of my ideas are. xD
Lol. Well whats the th9ings that represents that group? I mean the mist 7 is the most powerful swordsmen in the shinobi world [Which just happen to all be members of mist] xD
Whats your basis?
Yes, we shall be amazin'. xD
Lol. They aren't really evil. They each just have goals, very powerful goals. xD
And will do anything to have them fullfilled. c:
Whereas our scarlet kings will be badass chaotic neutral characters. xD
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:49 pm
Mistah BomChickaWahWah Something tells me we'd be more evil then the Akatsuki xDD > They aren't evil.
They're just misunderstood. ♥
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A City Of Fools Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:50 pm
@Tanny: Thats what I said! [Just in different words] xD
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 11:21 pm
M o u r n ii n g W o o d Here ya go! : D Jack had been twitching in irritation and agitation even more so than before, and with the doctors scrambling to restrain him while carrying the stretcher into an unused room, it all soon became quite an amusement to watch and be apart of. At first, he had merely kicked and thrashed around with whatever legs and arms he could still manage to move without hurting himself, but he didn’t care enough anymore about that part. Throughout his entire life, pain was something he had felt, year by year, month by month, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second… Getting his leg all mangled up from constantly throwing Boomer Fangs at some stuffed dummy as training was no different from any other self inflicted injury he had placed upon him… if not, such a thing even more minor compared to all the other things he has done to himself in the past. He had a high tolerance for pain, and oh, how he abused it almost excessively on a day to day basis. Whether or not it all made him sound like any other damned masochist, he didn’t exactly care about what other people thought about him in the first place. Pain was what made him feel alive, and he savored it like how a stereotypical Frenchman savored fine wine… gladly, ravenously, and greedily. Just like how stray dogs fought each other for a single speck of sausage to the point they even eat each other alive (it is but a “dog eat dog” world, is it not?) in order to survive, Jack drove himself to such extremes because being close to death fuels him enough to keep him over. The thrill of escaping from the grasps of death excited him, and thus, pain did the same. So as the doctors tried as they might to get the stretcher through a doorway and into the room, Jack felt obliged to make their job a little harder even more so by using his mangled up leg as an obstacle with getting through the door. It hurt like hell. Like hell doubled over and over like Amoeba, rapidly multiplyinmg. Especially since they didn't notice his leg was stuck out at a very painful and awkward angle until Jack screamed in agony. such mindshattering agony that he bit his lip until it bled and there was only a thin veil of skin holding the actual lip to his jaw. This only caused him further excrutiating pain. No salt on his fries for a while. that would burn like hell. Jack was used to pain, but this kind of pain was a first. He had a leg so broken that it stuck out like a triangle with two sides. It was probably the worst break he had ever had on one of his legs. he grinned wickedly at the thought. Oh hoe he enjoyed the pain that flared through his leg as if someone had stuck him in the shin with an axe. Like a tree falling straight onto it. to think he could cause so much damage to himself and not notice until he was forced onto a stretcher. He laughed loudly in a uniquelty sadistic manner that was all Jacks. Sure, it’d hurt like hell, but heck, he’d like it nevertheless. But no, they got him through the door somehow someway anyway, and he frowned slightly at this, a look of contempt spreading over his features. They were taking away his life. But he could bear not having that pain flare up for the moment, because soon enough he would go under surgery and a new pain would flare through his body like a firecracker in his bones.
Sure, he had taken into consideration that there’s a chance that he would, indeed, die at one point if he went a little too far with that body of his, but alas, fear came in different sized doses, and dying came in a smaller amount compared to change. Why change, one might ask? Certainly, it was something that a majority or so of the people feared, but keeping Jack’s type of person in mind, why change? After all, he hadn’t come to Japan as a masochistic, slightly insane (slightly? Hah!) bottle of enthusiasm or whatnot, but as a depressed loner. It was a rather drastic change, and if mum or dad had seen him now, they’d be surprised. So surprised that they probably wouldn’t be able to acknowledge him as their son. Isn’t it sad, how when he had once claimed to see monsters everywhere around him, he had become something resembling a monster himself? How he had seen his nightmares right in front of him as if they feared not the light? How the thought of them returning into his life caused him to recede so far into his protective shell that he became a whole new person? How it took a near death experience just to help him find himself again? How fear can cause someone so mature to regress into ignorance so instintaneously? But that wasn’t all… In the transition from childhood to adulthood, lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent ones turn into sluts, homework goes in the trash, mobile phones are being used in class, detention becomes suspension, soda becomes vodka, bikes become cars, and kisses turn into sex… Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from girls were cooties? When dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a card game, and the only drug you knew was cough medicine? How about when wearing a skirt didn’t make a girl a slut, the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? Those thoughts… They were so childish and immature, innocent, now that Jack thought about it. They were so far off, yet so close by that perhaps, if he stretched his fingers out in attempt to reach out for them, maybe he’d be able to touch them just a little. He found it funny… really funny… how the way the world came and went could change just like that, and yet, there were people, children, kids, smiling as they gleefully say to their friends and family and teachers and guardians… “I can’t wait to grow up.”
And he wondered how he would change after this was all over. Would he become an even stronger person than he had been before, or would he become even weaker? Would he have to depend on his team mates then? How would he able to lead these people he called his friends when he’d be stuck leaning on their shoulders? And then there was the possibility that they’d leave him behind because of that. Would they really leave him in the dirt and walk away from him without a care about him? Would he ever be able to forgive them if they had done such a horrible thing to him? What would become of him then? Would he dissolve into the dirt and become nothing, or would he find the strength to stand up again? …This fear of being alone soon became known to him, then, when the Blackbird and the Saiko Crow had yet to come into the room like he had told them to. Sure, Aoi had said to him earlier that they’d “come in a moment” since it was “bad to distract the doctors, especially in the beginning” of the damn operation, but hell, maybe that was just a front to rid themselves of someone who causes so much trouble for them. He was being pushed in for surgery almost immediately. He was in there for a measly twen minutes which felt like an hour. While they pulled Jack out he lacked the strength to jut his leg into the doorway again. The doctors were making sure he didn't anyways. As they pulled him out he stared long and hard at the two outside his door for the longest time, as if time dropped to stillness at his will. He finally reached the end of the hall, where his line of sight ended and he snapped out of his trance. He only later realized that he had only been staring at Aoi. Mashiro was nonexistent in that moment. What the hell was that about...? He thought to himself with a frown. Then he entered the surgery room. It was big, square, and white, covered in cabinets. There was a blue tarp over a metal operating table. Jack prepared himself for the cold table more so than the pain it would bring his leg as they lifted him off and dragged him onto the cool metal surface. The pain in his leg started back in full force like a lighter was held directly to his leg until his leg was so charred he couldn't feel the pain anymore. They set him down gently on the table. "Tryin to make our jobs even harder eh?" One of the doctors noted with a sadistic grin. Jack grinned back an equally sadistic smile. He spat atr the docotrs eye and hit him directly in the glasses. "******** you!" he said quietly, showing his fangs. If thats what you would call them. They were the same as any other teeth, albeit slightly more pointed, but as for who it was, they casn safely be called fangs. A few agonizing hours later and the surgery was done. the doctors hadn't caused him any real damage, but they had 'forgotten' to give him the anesthesia. That was the worst pain Jack had ever felt. He screamed straight through the whole procedure. He could hardly breath anymore. His voice at its loudest was a faint whisper and his mouth was more parched than the saharahs endless dunes of sand. He had passed out from the pain a few times in the surgery. "Next time you will know better." They told him with a grim face. Jack grinned wickedly right back at them. They took him back to his room and instructed him to get alot of rest and to stay off his leg for about a month. He agreed and fiorced them to leave. He called for a nurse and asked her kindly for some pain medicine. She scurried off and returned second later holding a whole bottle. Jack downed several pills despite the warning and slowly drifted to sleep. And he dreamt. Oh how he dreamt... 1777 word post. O: > ... Dude. That's a low blow. |:
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 12:36 am
M o u r n ii n g W o o d Lol. Most of my ideas are. xD Lol. Well whats the th9ings that represents that group? I mean the mist 7 is the most powerful swordsmen in the shinobi world [Which just happen to all be members of mist] xD Whats your basis? Yes, we shall be amazin'. xD Lol. They aren't really evil. They each just have goals, very powerful goals. xD And will do anything to have them fullfilled. c: Whereas our scarlet kings will be badass chaotic neutral characters. xD Simple, the FHK is an elite team of ninja that work for Kumo and have specific powers. Plus I need them to make Kumo the badass 3nodding You'll see after I make them what I mean. Still the Scarlet King idea is good and we can still use that, I need my FHK o3o And yeah I guess their misunderstood...still pretty evil though.
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