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 Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:29 am
 Sayuri Hageshiiさゆり 激しい
All-Seeing AngelKirigakure no Sato // Suiton // Byakugan Doujutsu // Hyuuga Clan // Academy Student
"Everyone deserves the chance to live..." Sith a sigh, Sayuri turns back to the bucket full of water, resisting the urge to pout. Waste of my time. Ninjutsu bullshit. All I wanted to do was learn swordstyles, she bitches in her head as her chakra refocuses on the water in the bucket. The jutsu is easier to do the second time, and the ice melts quickly back into water.
Carefully forming the same hand signs her sensei had made, Sayuri watches as the water begins to shape itself. Under her manipulation, it forms nothing more than what could only be described as a torso and a head. She watches hopefully, waiting in vain for the water to form a perfect clone as it had for Sarutobi-sensei. The water, exhausting the chakra imbued within it, collapses back into the bucket with a quiet splash. (1/3)
Sayuri grumbles something that distinctly sounds like “waste of time… stupid clone… epic fail…” as she re-forms the hand signs for the water clone jutsu. She focuses her chakra back into the water, forcing the shapeless mass to take on the form of a torso to start, sprouting arms and a head. She bites her tongue, concentrating on using her chakra to force the versatile substance to become a clone of her. The water itself begins to tremble under the strength of her concentration. With a shudder, the water drops once again back into the bucket with a splash, giving way to a muttered stream of curses from Sayuri. (2/3)
Biting her tongue to keep from swearing a black oath, Sayuri flips a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes and concentrates her chakra back into the water, holding her breath as it reforms in a slightly humanoid shape. Her sharp eyes watch every minute transformation, from forming a torso, to sprouting its extremities. After several tense seconds, a duplicate of Sayuri straightens up, looking at her sensei proudly. The real Sayuri turns to Sarutobi-sensei, her face glowing with pride at her accomplishment. (3/3)
She glances uneasily at this other guy, Michael, he said his name is. The look in his eyes is terrifying as she turns her attention away from his eyes to greet the other boy that has entered the room. Ensu, his name is. She offers him her hand in greeting.
“Sayuri Hageshii. Future Mizukage.” She says with a confident smile, joking only slightly.
[OoC: Meta, doll, if your RPC so much as touches Sayuri, I will cheerfully beat you to death. ^^ Also, “light red” = PINK. And another thing… your RPC is 28. Sayuri is seventeen. Now I don’t know what kind of “fun” he’s got in mind, but Sayuri will have NO PART in it, ‘kay?
Oh, and Lance, in order to unlock the Byakugan (approved by Orchid) does she HAVE to be under extreme stress, or can she undergo special training to do it?]"Even if they have nothing left to live for."Taijutsu Specialist // Summoning Specialist // Oinin Hopeful // Future Wolf Summoner
Chakra Points: 13/15
Exploding Smoke Grenade: 10
Makibishi: 15
Shuriken: 18
Light Bombs: 5
Kunai: 18
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:52 pm
 Michael CorneliusKirigakure | Weapons/Taijutsu Specialist | Konaga | Academy Student Michael glanced to his right, taking another short look at the girl. She was much younger than he, at least that of a decade. Of course, age didn't really matter to him, all and any he played with had their part, and either died or did it well. They would die anyway after doing so, but it would provide Michael with his 'needed' excitement. His fingers fingered the edge of his katana, grasping it and drawing the long blade out into view. The steel shone with a brilliance that meant great care. He moved the edge closer to his eye and began expecting it to pass the time. Again, his eye was drawn to the girl next to him. She was going to be here as long as he was, so he would try to find out as much about her as possible. Besides, it's more satisfying to drain someone you know.
"You... Sayuri, is it? How are you doing?" Michael said, grimacing inwardly about his statement. He felt strange trying to strike up a normal conversation. Hopefully though, it would lead to what he always wanted. The blood of others, and the pleasure that would relieve his pain, however short. Just thinking about the pain made him cringe visibly.(( Come now, he doesn't have anything sexual planned, not that you're character would be interested in his way either. Besides, I think suppressing a Konaga's tenketsu points is really hard, I need to talk to Cobra about that. And yeah, I know it's pink, I just don't want to say it. PS. So what if he's eleven years older!? xD Besides, your character doesn't look 17. >_>;; )) [Chakra: 20/20]
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:12 pm
Sayuri Hageshiiさゆり 激しい
All-Seeing AngelKirigakure no Sato // Suiton // Byakugan Doujutsu // Hyuuga Clan // Academy Student
"Everyone deserves the chance to live..." Hearing her name come from the immediate vicinity, Sayuri turns, her pale blue eyes flickering from face to face until coming to rest on the guy that had been here when she arrived. The one with the creepy, sadistic eyes. She glances around herself out of habit, wishing to Kami that there was another girl named Sayuri in the room. She eventually points to herself, eyes riveted on his blade as she arches a delicate blonde eyebrow at him, Michael, he said his name was.
“Are you talking to me?” Sayuri eventually asks, after confirming that there is not, in fact, another girl in the room, let alone another girl named Sayuri. Her voice is slightly surprised, almost incredulous, but still painfully shy. Her careful façade slipping, she fights the urge to rudely ask him what he wants and then go back to his training. “I’m... okay…?” The statement comes out as more of a question than anything else. His visible cringing makes her suspicious, azure eyes narrowing at him. “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” She can’t help asking once more, just to confirm it.
[OoC: Lies firstly ^^ I live in a house with seven guys and no other girls. I know how guys think, babycakes. She can’t even use Juken yet lol. Her Byakugan is dormant at the moment. However, Sayuri never forgets a face, so let’s make sure that Michael doesn’t f*ck up and force Sayuri to attack him once she does get her Byakugan and learn Gentle Fist, regardless of whether or not he is a Konaga. Sayuri is going to be a wolf summoner (possibly). Don’t make her sic the wolves on him ^^ And you’re right. She doesn’t look 17, but she is. So hands and eyes off.]"Even if they have nothing left to live for."Taijutsu Specialist // Summoning Specialist // Oinin Hopeful // Future Wolf Summoner
Chakra Points: 13/15
Exploding Smoke Grenade: 10
Makibishi: 15
Shuriken: 18
Light Bombs: 5
Kunai: 18
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:21 pm
Michael CorneliusKirigakure | Weapons/Taijutsu Specialist | Konaga | Academy Student Michael sighed when the girl had cautiously began to ask if she was speaking to her. There was no other female in the room, and she had just asked if he was talking to her? The mere action made him want to slit her throat, more out of anger than his desperation for happiness. He relieved one of his hands from the magnificent blade and massaged the side of his temples again, feeling the pain begin to seep in. It felt like it was poking his skin repeatedly with small needles, hundreds of them. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't even feel a needle.
"Yes, I'm talking to you." He replied. looking back at the girl with his strangely pink hues. One of his fingers slid along the fine edge of the blade, being cut in the process. He didn't notice it, but did notice as small beads of blood began to flow over the width of the blade, and fall to the floor. He withdrew his hand and sheathed the blade, looking at his finger, and then again, back at Sayuri. "I suppose that's good... So you're a suiton user?(( You have a low opinion of men, and that bothers me. ;o; I'm not sex driven like others. ._.;; I'm serious, Michael isn't interested in sex. )) [Chakra: 20/20]
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:41 pm
~ Is a world of Just to much?~  +++++++++++++++
Ensu Tenmei
++++++++++++++++ Ensu was about to talk to the girl but the old dude beat him to it. Man He was the youngest one in this class room only being 12 he really wished he was older now. He turned a took a seat waiting on his sensei to teach him. He wonder what the other two were thinking of him though if they didn't look again they wouldn't noticed he wasn't near them anymore. He was really sneaky and had moved away to the back where he could watch and listen to everyone and everything. Ensu noticed the guy gave of an eerie feeling when you looked at him and the girl gave off a feeling of confidence. Ensu didn't have either power nor Confidence he was just him a scrawny sneaky little kid.
He rubbed the back of his head as he could feel how intimidated he was becoming and he did his best to calm down. He inhaled and then exhaled slowly as he rested his head on the table. He remembered when he got home his parents were gonna be gone. They were merchants and well they weren't home very often. He hated when they left it left him all alone. Ensu pulled out a pencil as he sat up and he started to doodle on a piece of paper he had with him. It was a simple doodle he drew a Shuriken and then shaded it. He just kept shading it and adding detail tell the Sensei talked to him.
~ I don't think it is, and I'll prove it!~
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:46 pm
Sayuri Hageshiiさゆり 激しい
All-Seeing AngelKirigakure no Sato // Suiton // Byakugan Doujutsu // Hyuuga Clan // Academy Student
"Everyone deserves the chance to live..." Sayuri’s sharp eyes watch as the boy runs his finger down his own blade, staring unabashedly as a droplet of his blood falls to the floor. Admittedly, yes, it was stupid of her to ask if he was talking to her, seeing as there were only three people in the room other than him, and she was the only girl, but still she has to be cautious with men. She tracks his movements as Michael sheathes his blade, choking back a sigh of relief. She reaches over to the desk behind her and retrieves her own katana, tying it back around her waist over her dress. Hm, this was probably not the best clothing choice for training, she muses, the fingers on her right hand toying with the slit up her thigh. She glances back at Michael, almost afraid to look at him.
[Yes, I am a Suiton user. I personally have no patience for jutsu and training such as this,” Sayuri says casually, gesturing at the bucket full of water. “I would rather be learning to gain my Byakugan and learning swordstyles and Juken.” She says with a shrug, turning back to him. “However, I’m picking my battles, so to speak. What about you?” She finds herself asking with a shy glance at his face. “Raiton, huh?” What the hell am I doing, talking to him? she wonders frantically.
[OoC: You’re absolutely right. But you would have a negative view of men, too, if you lived with the guys I live with and have heard the things that I’ve heard. *Eyeroll*]"Even if they have nothing left to live for."Taijutsu Specialist // Summoning Specialist // Oinin Hopeful // Future Wolf Summoner
Chakra Points: 13/15
Exploding Smoke Grenade: 10
Makibishi: 15
Shuriken: 18
Light Bombs: 5
Kunai: 18
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:57 pm
Michael CorneliusKirigakure | Weapons/Taijutsu Specialist | Konaga | Academy Student Michael took a moment to lick the bead off blood remaining on his finger, his eyes being distracted when Sayuri had revealed a blade of her own. He had seen her with it before, but had just forgotten since it didn't seem at all important. He was somewhat glad to see that she was potentially competent in the same arts he was. The harder they were to kill, the more satisfaction he would gain. When she mentioned being a Hyuuga, he could help but perk his right eyebrow in interest.
"Byakugan, huh?" He asked, pausing for a moment. "I have an interesting bloodline of my own... I'd show you, but I don't feel like wasting what use I have." Using a limb augmentation just to show off would be a waste, and cause more pain than would be needed. He only used it when he felt like training, and when he was after someone. Sayuri would be that someone someday, his mind assured it. Just thinking of having her blood smeared over her soft skin, caking her blond hair... Michael shook his head to stave off the arousal accompanying the thought.
"I personally think jutsu are a waste as well... My preferred field is weapons, and physical combat." It was strange that he was actually having a conversation with this woman. He was at best, anti-social.(( Can't say I understand. I'm the only guy in my house, and I hang out with girls at school. >_>;; )) [Chakra: 20/20]
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:16 pm
Sayuri Hageshiiさゆり 激しい
All-Seeing AngelKirigakure no Sato // Suiton // Byakugan Doujutsu // Hyuuga Clan // Academy Student
"Everyone deserves the chance to live..." Pale blue eyes follow Michael’s hand as he moves his bloody finger to his mouth, licking the blood off. At the mention of a bloodline, however, Sayuri stares at the man before her, looking from his eyes to his sword in an attempt to figure out what in the name of Kami could possibly be this guy’s bloodline. Taking the creepy red eyes into account, she wonders idly if he’s an Uchiha. Doubting that theory, she turns her attention to his sword, wondering if maybe it has something to do with swordstyle or combat styles. She nods at his statement, understanding.
“Ninjutsu and genjutsu are a waste of time. Especially once I learn Juken and can prevent my opponent from even using jutsu by closing his or her Tenketsu.” She murmurs, her eyes locked on his, trying to follow his thought pattern, trying to figure out what’s up with this guy. “Are you an Uchiha?” She randomly blurts out, her right hand coming up to cover her mouth once the words have escaped. She blushes, a deep red hue creeping up her pale cheeks. “Nevermind. Sorry. That’s not my business.” She mutters. Jeez. I’m as bad as Shayera was with these random outbursts, she notes silently, not looking away from Michael’s eyes to prove to him and to herself that she is not afraid. “If you don’t mind me asking, aren’t you a little… old, to be an Academy Student?” She asks, not taking her eyes off of his face.
[OoC: Then we’re in opposite situations lol. Sayuri herself is afraid of men because her father beat and raped her before he died. My avatar is a representation of Shayera, and her father gave her the scars on her face. Rather than scarring Sayuri, he raped her, beat his wife, the twins, and Shay’s ex boyfriend, and died.]"Even if they have nothing left to live for."Taijutsu Specialist // Summoning Specialist // Oinin Hopeful // Future Wolf Summoner
Chakra Points: 13/15
Exploding Smoke Grenade: 10
Makibishi: 15
Shuriken: 18
Light Bombs: 5
Kunai: 18
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:50 pm
~ Is a world of Just to much?~ +++++++++++++++
Ensu Tenmei
++++++++++++++++ Ensu was about to enter dangerous waters as he spoke up. He had been listening to the twos conversations for a while now and he sighed." Aren't you both to old to be Academy students...i mean I'm Twelve you are both older then me? Did you get held back alot?" He said as he knew he would regret saying that probably. He wasn't one to be rude like he was but when a crazy guy and a weird girl dissed the only style of fighting he was good at. Ninjutsu and Genjutsu. Well he wasn't sure if he was good at it but he couldn't suck at those nearly as much as he sucked at Taijutsus. He was horrible with that skill he was so weak it wasn't even funny. " But errr just ignore me go about your conversation." He said as he looked away a little embarrassed for butting into his conversation.
~ I don't think it is, and I'll prove it!~
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:54 pm
Michael CorneliusKirigakure | Weapons/Taijutsu Specialist | Konaga | Academy Student "Ninjutsu are only useful when they can potentially augment the power of my strikes and weapons. However, I don't think there's a jutsu designed for that. Michael nodded with her statement, only to chuckle when she had asked if he were an Uchiha. He could understand is people mistook him for one, his the color of his eyes resembled that of sharingan. Immediately after the girl withdrew the statement, admitting her own foolishness. At least she knew when she said something wrong. Stupidity wasn't something he looked kindly upon.
"No, no I'm not. I'm immune to genjutsu anyway." He stated, taking a moment to listen to her next question. It struck a cord, and made him flinch inwardly. He knew eventually someone was going to ask about him being an academy student at his age, but it couldn't be helped. He hadn't known that he could become a shinobi until late in his life. "Well, after an unfortunate accident with my parents, I lived a rough life full of thievery and fights. I didn't know I could become a shinobi until quite late. Didn't help that my parents died around the time I could enter." Michael didn't mind sharing his past, because it didn't bother him that much anymore. Just talking about the death of his parents had no effect, but when the 'dreams' set in, it hit him hard, made him want to cry. If it wasn't for his tear ducts being dried out, he would.
That's when he noticed that the girl hadn't stopped looking at him since she asked. It showed that Sayuri wasn't afraid, but that was because she didn't know his true potential. When in the mood, he was a savage beast, fighting wildly and without discipline. It was a trait he expected all Konaga to have, merely because of their overwhelming strength. Still, just imaging the blood on her was intoxicating. It made him want to do it all the more. He wasn't stupid though, so he wouldn't do it outright, there were rules in the village, and he wasn't about to get killed for something stupid.
When the boy in the back spoke Michael switched his gaze to him, staring down the boy with his pink eyes. They were full of malice and anger, something as simple as what he said had set him off. If it wasn't for some restraint, he would have killed him right then and then. He went up the steps to the desk that the boy was at and stuck himself into his face. "You better keep your mouth shut, 'lest you want to die." He said, his voice tinted by anger. His raw chakra surged into his arm and caused him to wince once more, but was minor compared to what he was about to do. Michael reared back and struck the desk that the boy was at. His hand went through the wood, causing it to explode under his strength. He didn't hit the boy, but he attempted to fright him.
Michael turned his back to the boy and walked back down to his earlier position, revoking the augmentation. The black lines of chakra burn appeared on his arm, twisting and twirling about. They weren't bad at the moment, since it was the first time he used it since meditation.( >_>;; That's a rather... dramatic history. ) [Chakra: 20/20]
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:16 pm
~ Is a world of Just to much?~ +++++++++++++++
Ensu Tenmei
++++++++++++++++ Ensu flew back in his chair as the desk infront of his was destroyed . His eyes got large as the old man looked at him and threatened him. " My...my...um ...Don't hurt me i bruise easy." Ensu was scared beyond shitless he was petrified the man blew up a desk and all he could think of was what if that desk was him. If Ensu would have had to use the bathroom he would have already went and had to go home to change this man was one of those people he knew he would avoid at all costs. Ensu scooted a bit back on the floor what was a twelve year old wimp gonna do to this born killer? Maybe cry on him...bleed maybe a bit on him that's about it.
OOC: Thats a bit better.
~ I don't think it is, and I'll prove it!~
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:20 pm
(( Aww... come on, he's not frightened? A guy that's over twice his age just destroyed the desk in front of him with a single punch, and was literally leaking the want to kill him for a moment. No reaction besides the boy reprimanding himsef? BOO>. ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:01 pm
Sayuri Hageshiiさゆり 激しい
All-Seeing AngelKirigakure no Sato // Suiton // Byakugan Doujutsu // Hyuuga Clan // Academy Student
"Everyone deserves the chance to live..." Hearing the young boy speaking to her, Sayuri tears her attention away from Michael’s eyes to size up the small boy. Upon Michael destroying the desk, she heaves a sigh. Boys and their intimidation habits. She approaches him slowly with her hands raised in front of her, showing him that she has no intention of hurting him. Her pale blue eyes lock onto his face, boring into his own eyes as she places a hand on what remains of the desk.
“Worry not, young one. I won’t kill you unless you really deserve it.” She attempts to reassure him, gesturing at herself. She’s roughly the size of a thirteen year-old, standing at five-feet exactly and weighing in at 100.5 pounds. “How old do you believe I am, Ensu?” She asks gently, turning to give Michael a look as if to say “keep-your-mouth-shut-while-I-repair-the-damage-you’ve-done-to-this-poor-boy’s-psyche.”
[OoC: No kidding. Shayera was schizophrenic, even though she didn’t know it yet, and I’m toying with sadism/haematolagnia for Sayuri, although it seems you beat me to it. stare ]"Even if they have nothing left to live for."Taijutsu Specialist // Summoning Specialist // Oinin Hopeful // Future Wolf Summoner
Chakra Points: 13/15
Exploding Smoke Grenade: 10
Makibishi: 15
Shuriken: 18
Light Bombs: 5
Kunai: 18
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:12 pm
Michael CorneliusKirigakure | Weapons/Taijutsu Specialist | Konaga | Academy Student Michael was pleased with the reaction he extracted from the boy, sitting himself on top of one of the desks near the front and crossing his legs. He did the same with his arms and lowered his head a bit. The present moment was a bad time to do meditation, so instead he began to just sit there and wait. As it was, he didn't see the look that Sayuri had shot him, and maybe it was best that it was. He would have most likely went off on her like he did the boy, except this time, he would draw blood. So, he just sat there on the desk and waited for the teacher to begin teaching him. Not further distractions were necessary, of course, unless the girl, Sayuri, started talking to him again.(( I'm toying with it too. This is my first character with those traits. :3 Nice reaction Shad, "Cry on him, maybe bleed on him a bit." Bwahaha. )) [Chakra: 20/20]
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