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 Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 2:11 pm
Gil had seen and, more so, felt the sudden change in her. He did not need to see the red glow in her eyes to know that something had angered her deeply. It saddened him.
At her request, he merely nodded, then stepped closer to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder then formed a seal with the other. He released a precise amount of chakra, and a second later, they disappeared in a flash.
They reappeared merely a second later in the dojo's kitchen, where he gently helped her take a seat.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 2:34 pm
Tutsumi Hy "There's a difference between physical and mental attacks though, Iri. You're used to fighting against physical, anyway, here we go." Moving away from her a little bit, he looked to his left for a second as a second head popped from his 'shoulder', only to move out as a whole 'nother body. The 'clone' waved at her with a smile as both then started to weave in and out of the other in aims to confused which one was real and which was fake. Both would start talking at the same time. "Which one is real? Which one is fake? Or perhaps we're both real or maybe both fake? To find the plausible real one, focus on which one 'feels' right. Remember, I'm going to be making this harder and harder after each go."
One hand scratches the back of her head in thought. She can't sense chakra levels like most seem to capable of doing. It's an odd handicap that she's learning to work around. Not that she's sure that would help anyway. Those clones are supposed to be the same in appearances and power, right? But what about personal auras? Or maybe even the quality of the air around a person. That's different. And that's within her abilities.
Iri points a finger at one Tut and draws the air toward her. She lets the air linger around her person. Scent, heat, and a feeling that's hard for her to explain, the way some people can know who's standing behind them before having any kind of hint. She repeats the act for the other Tut. Both of them have her scent, though one smells a little stronger of it. By her scent, she means sweat, a hint of her flowery soaps, the scent of the oil used to keep her weapons in shape, and the fresh smell of water from flying amongst clouds earlier that day. Also, one's body temperature is a little higher, the hotter one probably the real Tut. The last thing is the familiar feeling, the abstract sense she can't really explain. It's like how she can pick her father out from a murder of crows, though he has no distinguishing traits.
Shrugging, Iri points at her selection and says, "You! I think, anyway. You smell a little more like me. And there's something else, but I don't know how to describe it."
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Ishira Tsubasa Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 2:40 pm
Ishira bit her lip as he moved, knowing he was probably going to move her suddenly. By the time they were in the kitchen, she could taste her own blood in her mouth. Her head throbbed harder due to his release in his chakra. The more some one around her used theirs the more she felt it, and the more it hurt her. She wondered when the strange headache would leave and when she would be able to tolerate being around the people she needed to be around...
Her lip stung a little as she licked it slowly to clean out the small wound her own teeth had left. To her, the taste of blood was pleasant for the time being and she wanted to savor it. She knew her actions were mostly because of her demonic character coming out, and though she hated that side of herself, it made it easier to deal with the pain and the sudden changes. Her emotions had been shifting too quickly, and it caused her to lose most of the control she had on her actions. Letting this side take her, made her care less for the things that had happened, and allowed her to keep some sanity.
She flipped her head up to rest on the back of her seat, her glowing eyes looking up, into what ever world she created for the time being. She thought of how they destroyed her dojo, how they started from the front, possibly stopping in the library while the dojo burned, or whatever they did to it. They took her documents, possibly the animals... Or maybe they left those to die? Ishira wasnt sure.... She was sure that more people were in the dojo though. Her mind quickly focused on the different auras, causing once again, sharp pains in her head. They traveled mostly from her eyes to the back of her skull. She grimiced, and then looked at Gil, reaching for him.
"Is there anything we can use to get rid of this? " She asked, using her free hand to touch her forehead, as her crimson eyes looked between her fingers to look at him.
(( is this good enough lol ))
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:42 pm
Eerie Wind Kunoichi "!?" Iri had almost backed further away from Tut when the second head appeared. She had had too much of that kind of stuff as of late. Realizing that it was just a clone put her back at ease.
One hand scratches the back of her head in thought. She can't sense chakra levels like most seem to capable of doing. It's an odd handicap that she's learning to work around. Not that she's sure that would help anyway. Those clones are supposed to be the same in appearances and power, right? But what about personal auras? Or maybe even the quality of the air around a person. That's different. And that's within her abilities.
Iri points a finger at one Tut and draws the air toward her. She lets the air linger around her person. Scent, heat, and a feeling that's hard for her to explain, the way some people can know who's standing behind them before having any kind of hint. She repeats the act for the other Tut. Both of them have her scent, though one smells a little stronger of it. By her scent, she means sweat, a hint of her flowery soaps, the scent of the oil used to keep her weapons in shape, and the fresh smell of water from flying amongst clouds earlier that day. Also, one's body temperature is a little higher, the hotter one probably the real Tut. The last thing is the familiar feeling, the abstract sense she can't really explain. It's like how she can pick her father out from a murder of crows, though he has no distinguishing traits.
Shrugging, Iri points at her selection and says, "You! I think, anyway. You smell a little more like me. And there's something else, but I don't know how to describe it."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 5:29 pm
The real one would frown slightly as he slashed his wrist across the fake's neck, watching it pass right through. It was the end of the first test.
"It wasn't a clone, it was an illusion. Illusions don't have scents unless they are applied from other sources. Think of it like this, it's an opening in your mind that I'm abusing to make you think that something's there that isn't. It's like me having a hologram throw a rock at you, which lines up with one that I threw at you as well. Making it seem like the hologram threw it. Get it?"
With a sigh, he reached down and took a kunai in his left hand, moved it behind his back, along with his right, and brought two kunai out; one in each hand.
"One is real, one is fake. Find out which it is before I stab you. Remember to focus. If you think you're being fooled by something, focus on what should be there and close your mind off to what shouldn't. Little things matter, so keep an eye out for them."
With that, he pushed backwards and away from Iri before spinning both in his hands and dashing back toward her.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 5:44 pm
Iri had simply stared at the illusion of Tut's eyes turning black, her own eyes going wide. She won't say anything now. Like he said, she should close her mind off to what shouldn't be there. Though she will mention that later.
Both fans appear in Iri's hands when Tut backs off. As he comes forward, she only has time to notice one thing: The sound of the kunai. One makes noise as it spins through the air, but an illusion wouldn't make noise.
Iri snaps open the fan on the side of the kunai she can hear moving, preparing to use it as a shield, and says, "That one!"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 6:03 pm
The actual kunai would be deflected, while the ball of his outer fist would hit her side harmlessly. He would move back and nod a little.
"Better. Now, time for things that are purely in your mind. Calm your thoughts, keep your heart still. Think of this as almost like being hypnotized, only that you have to snap yourself out of it before it becomes too attached. Otherwise your body might just think it's real."
He would give her a small break as he turned around, stretching as he started to nibble on a piece of chocolate.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:03 pm
With a fluid movement, Iri reattaches her fans to her belt. An eyebrow raises. Iri knows Tut really would have stabbed her with that kunai. Wouldn't be the first time he's done so. She even has a scar on her shoulder as proof. What else he would do, well, she's not sure she wants to think on that. Instead, she follows orders.
Iri folds her hands in front of her, holding them about level with her hips. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. Her eyes aren't closed, but they are half-lidded to the point that she could easily fall asleep that way. After that she holds her position and just keeps breathing. Iri is still very much aware of everything going on around her, but she's also about as relaxed as she can be without sawing logs.
"Alright," she mutters. "Let's see how I do."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:41 pm
Seph inclined his head at Kaimen, then smiled. "It's good to see you, Kaimen. What's new?"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 10:27 pm
"Heh.."
Kaimen crossed his arms, directing that motion towards Kansou's insensitive remarks.
"A lot's changed. I beat Neko and claimed ownership of the GNA. Destroyed the place, rebuilt it, took away all the Yami and Hikari, s'bout it really."
He waited for a response from either of them.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 10:31 pm
Kansou turned her head towards Kaimen with a look of utter disappointment. Her right hand twisted on the handle of the machete strapped to her lower back.
"Is he not.....?"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 10:45 pm
Seph nodded slowly before retrieving an unsmoked cigarette from behind his ear and placing it between his lips. He lit the tip with a blink, took a drag, then sighed. "Well, it's not something the place isn't used to. I like the monorail." He began his march forward again, noticing the girl beside Kaimen. He gave her a smile.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 7:04 am
Of all the few things that could make Gil uneasy, it was his inability to help that caused him the most grief. Seeing the pain painted on Ishira's face and evident in her actions, was enough to make him feel quite anxious...
He had not ventured too far, so when she reached for him, he took her hand in his own. He held it tenderly, affectionately. As his gaze returned to her face, he scowled. He could only wish he knew what was eating away at her so much.
"Here, eat this Ishi. It isnt much, but perhaps it will help you at least a small bit."
Gil reached into his pouch and pulled out a small vial, in which rested a number of small, green leaves of some kind. He removed one and offered them to her...
"These contained a small sedative. It will not make you drowsy at all, but it should help to ease your mind."
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 6:07 pm
A shiver ran down Ishiras spine as he touched her. She could feel his light, which for some reason she hadnt noticed before. Again, it caused sharp pains in her head, but brought her comfort. A small smile spread across her face for a moment as she looked down at their hands that where within each other. Knowing some one was there was always a good thing to her. When he spoke and pulled out the vial, she hesitated. Her eyes scanned the item that he held to her before nodding and taking it.
"How do i take it?" She looks up at him with a questioning look.
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Ishira Tsubasa Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 9:20 pm
Kansou relaxed her grip on the handle, letting an involuntary groan while pushing on it. Her straight shoulder caused her to lean to the side. She looked up at Seph frankly.
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