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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 18 (1-20)
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kouri-chan_xx Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:15 am
With a dogged expression marring his beautiful face Sensei continued his workout. The painkiller seemed to be working since his left arm was holding up fine, if not working still a little too slowly for his tastes. But though he seemed to have a hobby of masochism Sensei was not stupid enough to push his left arm even further. With an internal sigh he accepted that maybe 50 raises in 10 minutes was a little unreasonable. He felt like a cheater for acknowledging that, and his competitive spirit suddenly flared up from nowhere. Unreasonable or not, Andou was going to do it and you better be watching bitches. Or not...
Macho Man
d20 + str mod
DC: 10 + str mod
Successes: 5/10
Failure: -1 Hp
Hp: 331
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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:27 am
Yeah, it would probably be better if you weren't watching. Because then he would feel the need to act like the antisocial disinterested-in-everything a*****e he was instead of the antisocial disinterested-in-everything-except-near-fatal-training a*****e. He was really feeling the strain on his muscles now, but reminded himself that there were only 10 raises left. He would be on schedule if he managed to keep his pace. His left arm throbbed every so often, but it was roundly ignored as Sensei focused on the movements and not the pain. His only motivation now was the satisfaction he would feel when it was all over.
Macho Man
d20 + str mod
DC: 10 + str mod
Successes: 6/10
Failure: -1 Hp
Hp: 331
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kouri-chan_xx Vice Captain
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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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kouri-chan_xx Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:31 am
Panting audibly now, Sensei managed the next two raises before he had to stop again. Putting his dumbbells down on the ground gently, he sat there for the remaining of the 5 seconds, focusing on the energy returning to his arm muscles. The police breaking up the underage fatigue demon party if you could call it that. His eyes were closed and Sensei almost fell asleep, but once the five seconds were up they turned focused under his eyelids (his brow furrowed in a gesture of determination) and he was ready to work again. He gently let his left arm fall from where it had been in the air just as he brought his right arm up for the next raise. 7 more to go now. Some people thought that lifting was harder than bringing down, but boy were they wrong. Sensei would rather do 100 lifts than 50 bringing downs.
Macho Man
d20 + str mod
DC: 10 + str mod
Successes: 5/10
Failure: -1 Hp
Hp: 330
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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:35 am
The raise was completed smoothly and Sensei's left arm went up again, sort of like a weight balance that would never stabilise. Or like those physics experiments where they tell you to balance a ruler on a pivot. No matter how careful you are, the ruler will never balance. It may sway from side to side but it would never remain stationary and suspended in the air.
The wiry muscles in his arms were by now bulging from the effort, and the blood veins had come out in full force due to the effort that Sensei was exerting. Sweat was running down the side of his head in rivulets and he suddenly felt the need to wipe it. After his training... hey, the good news was that the perky fitness instructor that so resembled a certain sailor pirate had disappeared without him realising. Until now.
Macho Man
d20 + str mod
DC: 10 + str mod
Successes: 7/10
Failure: -1 Hp
Hp: 330
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kouri-chan_xx Vice Captain
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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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kouri-chan_xx Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:43 am
It was now 9 minutes. Extraordinarily, he had not suffered much of a reduction in pace. Of course, it wasn't like he had sped up a lot earlier on in anticipation of it, so maybe he was just making himself not slow down without realising it. Sensei still had 5 more raises to go and he would be damned if he didn't do them. It was only one more minute of torture, after all. He was now so focused on his exercise that his mouth started to grimace without him realising. He started to take in oxygen with his mouth instead of his nose even though that was not a very good thing to do. This all came from Sensei's subconscious part of his brain so he had no idea of it happening. The conscious part of Sensei's brain meanwhile worked on completing the 46th raise, his shaking limbs bringing the dumbbell up, then down again. 4 more to go now..
Macho Man
d20 + str mod
DC: 10 + str mod
Successes: 8/10
Failure: -1 Hp
Hp: 330
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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:46 am
Sensei would never admit to anyone that this training was killing him, even though it was. He felt a premature sense of satisfaction that his body was holding up so well, but quelled it down. It wasn't over until well, it was over, and he would have plenty of time to rejoice when he was meditating and finding his inner self. He just finished his 47th raise and was now working on his 48th, which was also completed nice and well. Sensei had lost count of the time by now but decided that the best thing he could do was to keep going at the same speed. There was no need to speed up since that would end up doing more harm than good. His left arm rose as the muscles worked diligently, the movements now embedded deep into their memory. Such was the nature of repetitive exercises like this.
Macho Man
d20 + str mod
DC: 10 + str mod
Successes: 9/10
Failure: -1 Hp
Hp: 330
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kouri-chan_xx Vice Captain
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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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kouri-chan_xx Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:50 am
Yet it was not meant to be. The smooth ending, I mean. Halfway through his final raise his left arm finally gave out. Well, that wasn't accurate, since Sensei did not drop the dumbbell like a hot poker due to cramps. But it certainly hurt enough for him to be forced to abandon that raise and rest for a few seconds, muscles throbbing all the while. Yes... a lot of work was needed for his left side, and a frown marred Sensei's features as he thought this. But he only had one rest left to do. He couldn't be indulgent and let his left arm dictate everything his body had to do just because it couldn't hold up. Resolutely, Sensei picked up the dumbbells again and obstinately pushed his left arm into the air..
Macho Man
d20 + str mod
DC: 10 + str mod
Successes: 9/10
Failure: -1 Hp
Hp: 329
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kouri-chan_xx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:56 am
Although there was a reminder of pain, Sensei ignored as he pushed forward. His muscles were at their breaking point when he gently let them down again, pushing his right arm up with no difficulty as he did so. Once his right arm was back down he slowly lowered both arms to the ground and let go of the dumbbells. His warm-up was finally over. The lactic acid was coursing through his veins now. Just like old times.
Opening his eyes, Sensei finally allowed himself the luxury of panting. He did for a couple of seconds sounding positively like some sort of overenthusiastic dog. After that was done, he gulped down a mouthful of water before crossing his legs and closing his eyes again. He rested his left elbow behind his head and allowed his left hand to dangle down to his back. Meanwhile, his right hand pulled at his elbow to stretch the muscle. Sensei was combining meditation with after-exercise stretching.
Macho Man
d20 + str mod
DC: 10 + str mod
Successes: 10/10 Wow it's been a while since I completed a training..
Failure: -1 Hp
Meditation
d20 + Concentration
DC: 10 + Concentration
Successes: 0/5
Rest: +1 Hp
Hp: 330
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kouri-chan_xx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 12:52 pm
The beauty of the grove was immaculate. Mist had its place in the realm of natural artistry, but the lack of it here was most likely for the better. The ability to see the surrounding wonder was breathtaking and Nadiya floated on clouds every time she saw it. It would be a remarkably pleasant place to begin her next assignment; teaching a small batch or students. It might have been more customary to learn them in the academy, but why in such a droll building when there was such magnificence so close. Nadiya perhaps should begin preparations, but stood, and took a deep breath, inhaling all the grove had to offer, than rleasing it out, for all to enjoy.
After that, she knelt down, patting her skirt so it kept the wet grass from getting her cold too quickly. Pulling her pack she had brought with her close, she began unpacking. She had the supplies to pitch a decent-sized tent and so she did rising up so she could carefully assemble the mixture of rods and cloth. She had actually rarely done this, as her father took it upon himself to provide a stead for the longest time, so her efforts continually came up lopsided. No matter, the shape of the tent mattered not at all, but that it served it's purpose. She had placed the other supplies she brought with her beneath the shelter of the slightly off tent. Now all there was left to wait.
But for Nadiya, waiting rarely consisted of sitting around, twidling her thumbs. She rose to her feet, playing with the dewey grass between her toes and spun around. She twirled, her skirt spinning in an extravagant fasion and it soared upward as she jumped, landing with dramtic closure, her head bent down and arms wrapped around it. Then, rising again, she traced half circles in the ground with her toes hovering an inch off the ground and spun some more, taking great pleasure in the simplicity of such movement. After her head wished no longer to be moving in such a way, she collapsed on the ground, content smile holding her face together.
The wind blew softly as Nadiya enjoyed the peace after dancing until a stray thought crossed her mind . . . Had she informed her would-be students where to go? It seemed she had not. Getting up quickly, she dashed off, subtly cursing the way she was so easily distracted from her duties by the wiles of nature and beauty.
[exit]
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 1:16 pm
[enter]
Nadiya returned, a little out of breath, but acomplished. She did have to commandeer a man's pen to quickly write informational letters and pay some kid to give them to the appropriate students, but at least it was done. Regardless that she was alone, Nadiya let slip a little,
I'm so excited!"
and she was. Today was was the beggining of an entirely new chapter in her life and it was difficult to contain. She found herself dancing a little bit again in great pleasure with her current situation. This time she danced a dance with an invisible partner and he was simplt splendid. After that, she seated herself in the grass again and took out a small puppet she kept around, and practiced putting on a little performance with it, because she wanted to practice. It was a rad juvenille, but it kept her busy and content as she awaited her students.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:02 am
Kazuma entered the area still looking at the note that he had received telling him to come to the grove and when he reached it and looked up, there she was the Jounin who had given him the invitation to train him. Though he was only eight he knew what beauty was when he saw it, and he quickly put away his letter in his pocket and approached her playing with a puppet. "You play with puppet's too? I have one at home..." He was a rather quite boy and kept the majority of his thoughts to himself since he didn't feel quite intelligent, which was something he valued more then anything else. But he was eight, who expected him to be a genious? Why, himself of course. He had high hopes for himself in the future and getting smarter was his main concern.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 2:16 pm
Enravled in her activity, Nadiya hardly heard the child approach, which wasn't a good mark on her as a ninja, but she didn't care about that all too much. Nadiya took great delight that the boy's first words for the first time meeting was regarding puppets rather than silly introductions. She looked at him, who was a little bit higher than eye-level when Nadiya sat and he stood, and smiled. Looking back down at the miniature marionette doll, she responded,
"Well, yes, I love to perform but I have never been too intimate with puppets, but it is an avenue I feel fufilling to explore. Do you have puppeteer aspirations by chance?"
She posed the question with a hopefull tone as the idea of raising one as a puppet master was enthralling. It brought back rapid mermories of Djinin, who kept up a puppet or two. It was an enticing thought to ponder about what he has been doing since his own promotion to jounin. Maybe she would take this boy to visit him if that's where his path led him. . .
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 10:55 pm
Kazuma watched her fiddle with the puppeteer. "My parents say I'm not allowed to have those kind of puppets yet, but they say when I become a Genin they expect me to learn the trade of a puppeteer." He said in a hushed tone. He was ever really outspoken, but when he did he tried to make it count. "And I want to be a master of something, why not puppets?" He said, having enough sense to realize people who specialize in there skills tend to go farther.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:32 pm
((As i said in chatterbox, I'll post but then leave. But I will really try to coordinate/ be on at a time that corresponds with all my students schedules, as I'm an interactive teacher and there is nothing worse for an eager student than relying on someone to do their turn so you can proceed but they just arent there so it switches off every day, you get a post when you're on, teacher gets a post when they're on, etc. So I will make a conscientious effort to be available as frequently as possible, but I'm still waiting for vainrose to get her stuff together and for shuriken to log on and notice we're getting together, so it isn't an urgent matter yet. But trust me, when training begins I will try to be there as much as I can))
What the child said was understandable as real puppets were dangerous and tricky to handle, let alone master. The subject of 'mastering' did spark a thought in Nadiya, which she would mention to the boy,
Now, there is nothing wrong with being a jack-of-all-trades. And I know it sounds like you already have the puppet idea all set up with yourself, and thats a dream I won't squander, but my dear, dear friend was a follower of many, master of none; I believe the phrase goes, and he came in great handy. If we needed a quick medic, he knew a few key healing jutsu. If a weak-minded soul faced us, a minor genjutsu would do the trick. Having a broad range is always an option, but I am not one to speak, for if you look at me on a broad range of skills, I'm technically a poor ninja, but a master of what I do so choose. So do what you enjoy, and if that is puppeteering, than by all means go for it."
Her innocuous comment turned into a full blown lecture which was not expected, but it was good practice to impart her knowledge upon those she was supposed to from the start. In any case the idea of a field trip to Djini down the road sounded more and more terrific. He was broad-skilled enough that he could help the students no matter what their aspirations. Such a brilliant idea she couldn't help but begin humming as she faced the puppet once again, racking her mind to correspond the multiple strings with its body part. Oh these old fashioned Marrionette Dolls were lovely. It evoked great nostalgia to use such toys that derived from her early day. A playmate of Nadiya, lived in the same caravan, carried one just like this, with red yard for hair and sparkling clothing that shone its assumed beauty to the world; quite entrancing indeed. Part of her mind was lost in the past at the moment, but enough attention was still focused on the boy.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:59 pm
Kazuma had not enough knowledge to come back with a half way decent thought to this lecture but he was taught to question what he hears so he only responds. "Isn't the reason we have team mates to cover our weak spots?" He questioned as he strarted to move his fingers as though he were controling a doll, but it's was non threatening since he obviosly had no knack for the ninja puppets.
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