Sanji watched the word battle rage on, back and forth, a duel of wits between two of the weakest-looking little boys Sanjiro had ever laid his eyes on. Like most duels, though, this one soon ended, with the obviously-wealthier nancy b***h wandering off, tail tucked and seething. With this prospective excitement fizzling out before it could reach it’s violent climax, Sanji found himself bored once again.
He wandered around the classroom, hands in pockets. A younger shinobi brushed against him, and he turned and punched the boy in the nose, not even facing him long enough to watch him fall to the ground. He made one circle around the class. And then two. He was considering leaving, watching out the window, when he heard a voice. And this one was for him.
Some lady had entered, and seemed to think she was in charge of someone, judging from her tone. Sanji did not turn to face her, even as the shot rang out to the echo of gasps and clipped shrieks. Sanji did not speak yet, even as the figure turned and began to walk out of the room, seemingly lost in thought. When he did speak, his voice was somewhere between excited and agitated, the kind of hybrid emotion typically reserved for the criminally insane.
”Waitwaitwait… Wait…”
A hand came up, pointing at the lady, though Sanji had not yet turned to face the woman. As the hand lifted, the various chains and bracelets, all metal, that Sanji wore began to melt and flow towards his palm, pooling into an amorphous mass of molten metal which soon began to solidify into a finely-crafted handgun, ornate designs etched into every surface. A thumb came up to click back the hammer, a slow, slight sound that carried across the room with the weight of the threat behind it.
”You come in here barking orders… at me? I don’t even know who the ******** you are, and you obviously don’t know me! If you did you would know what happens to people to try to bark orders at me. Are you not going to introduce yourself before you try telling me what to do? Why shouldn’t I make your face into a tube right here?”
He finally turned his head to face the woman, his signature smile blazing on his face, eyes crazed behind the hair. His eyes darted to the gun for a second before going back to the woman.
” You may have a nice little piece like mine, but I promise you I’m a better shot, b***h. Say when. I would love to take your life today.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2022 9:32 pm
Sevan Kailash Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Wind [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 04 ) | DEF: ( 08 ) INT: ( 08 ) | RSV: ( 02 ) | SPR: ( 02 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 05 ) | RACT: ( 05 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Sevan had made her appearance, revealed a bit of her resolve, and even drew the attention of the only target worthwhile within the classroom that she had observed. All within the span of only a few delicate moments, after firing the seemingly random round into the classroom as an extra act of attention drawing in order to lock this seemingly crazed male's attention upon her, her acts had done exactly as she had intended them to. The male would immediately stumble across the demand of her not simply leaving the room, while he raised and pointed his hand which soon had begun to hold a gun, directly at her. It was certainly a nice weapon, a little more technologically sound than her standard revolver was, and most definitely more ornate. He was even nice enough to state as much after his initial spiel of defiance against what she had said to him simply moments before. Her fiery red and orange gaze would lock upon the male's form as he points the weapon in her direction, her figure stopping in stride while she slowly turned her head to look directly down the line of the male's gun wielding arm and towards his grinning face and partially hidden crazed eyes. "Oh my! I'm sorry, did that little display of skill startle your weak a** nature already?" She begins, before turning on her heel and reaching up to fold her grip around the male's gun barrel in order to settle it upon her head, with her fiery hues shinning with what could only be wicked intent. "I didn't realize the one I was talking to, was such a self conscious little b***h. You're gonna go off shooting someone at close range like this, and then dare to say: 'I'm a better shot' bullshit!? Ha!" She begins, before taking a follow up step forwards so she was face to face with the male despite their height difference, the coat she had slung over her shoulder falling to the ground, as a second revolver in her other hand would come to rest with a click, directly at the male's genitals. "Now. Either we take a walk, or we start ******** shooting here.. But you better hope you're a faster shot too, 'cause even if you kill me now, you aren't going to be doing much with that little p***k of yours, for the rest of your scummy life.. You really gonna take a risk like that? Eh?" Sevan says with a little applied force with the barrel of the revolver she had pointed between the male's legs. Her fiery red and orange eyes gleaming with the situation that was unfolding, as she looks him dead pan in his own crazed hues without even the slightest hint of waver in her gaze nor in her body motions. This wasn't the first time she was forced to stare down the barrel of a loaded weapon, and it would certainly not be the last either. Sevan would stand there calmly waiting for the male to make his decision, if he was certainly intent upon attempting to put a bullet between her eyes like he seemed to think he was, it was going to be a fun little firefight in the middle of a loaded classroom. Hopefully the space wasters in the seats would be able to protect themselves within the chaos, after all she had no intent to waste any ammunition should this guy decide to use someone as a shield or something.
Katsurou looks over his shoulder to the woman following him as she states that she didn't catch his name. "Sorry... Name is Muramasa Katsurou of Hidden Katana." He replies to her while turning to politely bow to her. The young Gekkou looking to Xzavior once more, "This place is getting nuts. You sure you don't want to come with us?" The swordsman would head out of the classroom after that and make his way to the other side of the academy when he notes the blood-soaked doors baring a strange symbol. 'This place has so many weird people... I don't understand how anyone can focus on learning when there seems to be at least fifty shades of crazy going on.' A deep sigh left his lips as he stepped outside in time to see a bloodied-up male taking what seemed to be a ghost to the side. 'Great... and this place gets crazier. Perhaps that is the training to deal with the multitude of other clans out there?' A slight shake of his head and that thought was gone, and only now did the male note the traumatized faces the students that were out there. He turns to see if Xzavior and Ciara had followed him outside, "I apologize, but it seems I took us out of the frying pan and into the fire. Haha."
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Word Count: 2,165 + 225 [x3.6 Power Day + Interaction = 810] = 2,975
Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 1:39 pm
Sanjiro Hidden Steel Hagane Clan
Sanji’s eyes darted from his target’s eyes, to the gun, and back, his break quickening in excitement, his grin growing wider. This lady had balls, he had to admit.
”Lady, I don’t know who the ******** you think you are, but you got the wrong one.”
His barrel was still trained on his target, right between the eyes, as he began to close the distance, his steps long, but slow, as if he had all the time in the world. If he was concerned about her current target, he did not show it. Though he was still aimed with lethal intent, his finger relaxed on the trigger a bit as he spoke his response.
”Now, you must be new here. You have to be. If you weren’t, you’d know that I don’t take orders from anyone. Ever. Not from these ********> He gestured with his other hand to the other students.
” Not from teachers… Not from Kages… And especially not from some random lady I’ve never met who shows barking commands. As I said... b***h, I don’t know you. You’ve got to develop a rapport before you can speak to people like that. That’s how people wind up dead out here.”
His free hand scratched at his head a bit, as if in thought. He paused for a moment, and continued, his tone shifting to one that denoted that perhaps he was considering a peaceful solution.
”How about this. We’ll take this outside, and I’ll let you introduce yourself and tell me what you want, while I’m deciding how many rounds I’m going to put in you if you come at me again like that. This time, manners. You’re not going to talk down to me.”
His gun was still trained on Sevan, though he would relent and follow her outside.
Sanji was not one to take orders. He had never been. This person, Sanji figured, was from a different kind of life than him, in needing of the wisdom that came from interaction with those who you weren’t in charge of. He would hear her out, for now. If she was willing to fire off in the classroom, she had some guts, and that was something that Sanji could respect. Her attitude needed work, but the same could be said of himself.
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Xzavior Smith Hidden Night Village In his natural environment, where Xzavior was comfortable, he was nearly immune to distraction, or at least any of the negative effects of it. His supreme intelligence allowed him to focus on a myriad of things at once. Indeed, it was a rarity to find him doing less than 3 things at any given moment, even in his sleep. What required his personal attention, as well as whatever his abilities could handle without him. This came as naturally to him as the single-minded focus so common in those of lesser mind.
This was not his natural environment.
The shouts and murmurs, sounds of murder outside, and various challenges, both verbal and physical, made it nearly impossible for Xzavior to focus on the conversation at hand. As soon as he would begin to make words out of Ciara’s speech, something else could catch his attention, ever dancing just out of his grasp. He truly hated it here.
He did his best not to let this internal struggle show on his face as he nodded along, sometimes even looking up from his book to make brief eye contact, as if to give weight to his feigned attention.
In this time, much of the “action” seemed to clear out of the classroom itself, though Xzavior knew there were still many events happening outside. In any case, he was finally able to catch a snippet of the conversation, an offer to take their conversation somewhere less… eventful.
Seemingly on cue, another person entered the room, a woman dressed in much the same way as the rude wealthy one that had come and argued with the feigned teacher earlier. Despite the similar “vibe” they didn’t seem to be from the same Clan, to Xzavior’s eye. Perhaps a similar tailor.
Xzavior let out a sigh and tilted his head to the left a few inches. A few seconds later, the shot rang out, whizzing by his head by mere inches, exactly where his head had been a few moments before, passing straight through his book. That was enough to make up Xzavior’s mind and set his intentions. He wanted out of this place as quickly as possible, so he could learn much more useful things somewhere else, where academic decorum was respected. He had been here too long already, and had yet to learn anything of any academic worth. He was locked in a cage with children.
Xzavior’s nostrils flared in annoyance as he shut his book curtly, and looked back to the pair he was in conversation with. They seemed to be well on their way out of the classroom.
Xzavior stood, his book floating up off the desk and into his small pack, which made its way onto his shoulder of it’s own accord.
”I will join you!” he called after them. He was capable of studying and talking at the same time, but not if there were going to be bullets flying around.
From the looks of Sanji, the boy the newcomer Sevan was speaking with, that was likely.
Both her friend and one other would arrive on scene as the young Uchiha girl held onto the smaller lady of Hidden Sand, Isis. Her soft gaze falling on Tiamat and then the newcomer... who calls himself Callum. She wipes a tear from her own eye as she smiles rather warmly, "It isn't her... someone is using Henge no Jutsu to frame her." Raelyn just wipes the blood from Isis's cheek, "Forgive me?" She would ask as she stood up and separate from the embrace with the puppet master. She walks over to grab her broadsword and places it back in its holding on her back. Her gaze falling on Tiamat once more as she walks over as she offers her open hand to the small wyvern on her shoulder, "So... I was asking about this one's name..." Her gaze falls once more to Callum as he apologizes about scaring them. "No fear... Callum, right? I am Sanada Raelyn. No danger... this little thing was being framed by someone using a disguise, I have no idea who, or where, they could be by now, but I think we were played." The uchiha turns to talk to Isis once more, "This is my friend, Tiamat Doragon... and I am not so familiar with him, but if Tia trusts him then I am sure he is a decent fellow." The young Sanada prodigy smiled and offered her free hand to Isis, "Would you care to join us?"
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Word Count: 5,177 + 245 [x3.7 Power Days + Interaction = 906] = 6,083
The foxlike grin never left the male's face as he leapt from tree to tree, to throw his opponent off. The Akasun not really a physical fighter, so he relied on his speed, intellect, and his own spirit to draw out and end fights. Still... he had a weapon if needed but would prefer to not have to use it due to his own lack of physical prowess. A soft laugh escape from the male as he lands on a branch, when his prey asked if the trick was, he was laying a nearly invisible string. "Who knows... If you have to ask, then I take it you are grasping at straws." He shakes his head lightly as he waits like a spider for his fly to move, and was rewarded rather quickly as he sidestepped and was tangled in the weblike strings. "...eh you caught me... or rather I caught you." Now if the boy wasn't strong enough, he would be trapped in the chakra threads till he was released, broke free, or killed. Shun grinned condescendingly to his captive prey, only to make the mistake to glance into his eyes. A tingle was all the male felt as he began licking the back of his hand like a paw and 'cleaning' his messy hair. The cunning fox had trapped the Uchiha in a web like a skilled spider, but now was trapped in the illusion that he was a cat. Unable to attack, or use jutsu, in this state Shun was seemingly trapped in his own mind, while his body moved as a cat would. "Nyan~" He would let out in protest to the situation, while his mind reeled from the experience. 'So, he is a tricky one, and it is such a shame I have no way to free myself from this, but neither can he free himself of my strings. Stalemate Uchiha, well played.'
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Word Count: 2,540 + 318 [x3.5 Power Days + Interaction = 1,113] = 3,653
Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 9:41 pm
Sevan Kailash Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Wind [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 04 ) | DEF: ( 08 ) INT: ( 08 ) | RSV: ( 02 ) | SPR: ( 02 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 05 ) | RACT: ( 05 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Sevan shifts her hand from attempting to direct the male's gun, and placed the back of her hand instead over her lips as a suppressed giggle emerged from her lips. The only clear response she could give to the rebellious male's angry statements about him not being one to take orders from anyone, no matter who they were. Obviously, he had never encountered an adequate leader before. That was okay though, she could show him the correct ropes of how to be lead, given enough time. He then stated what could possibly be the most hilarious line he had said yet; 'We'll take this outside,'! Sevan breathed in deeply, as the man finished his own demands as if his words actually held any sort of weight to her, which of course, they did not. As soon as he had finished all his talking, and attempts to correct her 'attitude' towards him, she rose her six cylinder revolver from where it was pointed in the direction of his crotch and slid it back into it's holster at her waist. "My. Oh. My. For someone who.. 'Doesn't take orders from anyone'" She pauses, lowering her newly freed hands from the exaggerated air quotes that she was making, while continuing to stare him right in the eyes with her own fiery red and orange hues. "You sure do make a lot of demands, don't ya? Well who cares really, I had already said we were headed outdoors.. Lets get on with it, or did you forget your princess backpack and crayons at your desk?" Sevan says, making a show of actively rolling her eyes towards Sanji before she turns again and begins walking out of the classroom door, her hands held up in the air, to signify her obvious state of 'being held at gun point'. Even though she was certain she had no need to worry about the male's attacks even if he did fire off several rounds in her direction, a bonus of her constitution after all, she was pretty tough. "Big tough gun wielding guy, grew up without love and attention from Momma, and obviously not disciplined by daddy. All alone, but obviously the top dog cause no one can deal with your arsenal or your mouth.. Pity, could've been a good soldier if you just got that arrogance of yours in check!" She says aloud, not even bothering to look back as she walks forwards towards the nearest exit of the building. She had a good suspicion that he would follow no matter what was going on, it was certainly the case that anything around Sevan would be more interesting than the useless activities inside that classroom, even others from the class had begun to file out and look around just ahead of them. Including that poor bookworm she just applied a permanent bookmark to the book of.
Isis Akasun Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Sand [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 08 ) | STR: ( 02 ) | DEF: ( 03 ) INT: ( 10 ) | RSV: ( 03 ) | SPR: ( 04 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 06 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Too. ********. Easy! Like really? A fake injury and some tears and this girl just immediately goes soft? Is she asking to get stabbed in the back or something? How insane is this! If she had known that the other kids around here were this easy to manipulate, she would not have even bothered to kill those kids for their lunch earlier! She probably could have just crocodile teared her way to some free sandwiches! Well either way, this situation has pretty much come to a close, especially with what could only be this female's allies coming out of the tree line around them. Her pale red gaze shifting upwards towards the pink hues of Raelyn's own, as the lavender haired girl smudged the bloody line off her her cheek and asked for forgiveness. Isis slowly nodded her head, sniffling a little and turning her attention as Raelyn does towards the two new comers that Raelyn was beginning to communicate with. Isis' small form shifting slightly and pulling away from Raelyn and that ridiculous embrace that she had been placed into previously, while she intently listened to the conversation that was briefly being held between the three others, until attention was directed upon her again with a slight attempt at introductions. "I-I am Akasun, Isis.. It's a p-pleasure to meet you both.." She says, while shakily attempting a curtsy with the gown she wore, before turning her attention fully upon Raelyn once again with the final questions being had. Did she want to join this useless female and her gang of misfits? No. Did she want to keep this rouse up, until there was a good time that she could slit this pale lavender haired girl's throat? Absolutely! Now was not the time for that though, she needed a break. It's been a long day already, and she was without a doubt ready to get home. A bath, that's what she needs right now, a god damned bath! "I would love to.. But It has been a long day already, and with all the excitement I think I'm going to go home and take a bath.." She says, while taking on the airs of someone who was just managing to pull herself together after all the sudden violence that had happened up until now, she shifted her pale red eyes downwards at the dirtied gown she wore, as well as the dirt and blood that stained her hands, and legs at this point. She definitely needed that bath and a change of clothes. "We can become more acquainted outside the Academy probably.. Whether you come to Hidden Sand Village, or I go to... Hidden Leaf Village?" She began with a questioning look forming across her pale features as she brought her attention back onto Raelyn once again. It was time to gather a little bit of information, she knew the basis of what this girl's family consisted of thanks to her father and the data spread throughout her home about the Sanada and other such families that had caused Crius issues in the past. Though having a correct location of where the Sanada still resided would be a perfect thing for her now, a good target for her work in the future.
544 x 3.6 = 1958.4 + 10743 = 12701.4 Words Total
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 10:50 pm
Sanjiro Hidden Steel Hagane Clan
As this newcomer holstered her weapon, Sanji sneered arrogantly, and finally lowered his, though he did not put it away, and his finger remained on the trigger, ready to squeeze at a moment’s notice. He rolled his eyes as she held her hands up in feigned surrender, as if she were some kind of hostage, at his mercy. Sanji knew it to be a joke on her part. He was no fool. This b***h was really annoying.
He followed her out of the building and into the bracing cool air of the Academy grounds. As they walked, he reached into his leather jacket with one hand, retrieving a pack of cigarettes. With the hand with the gun, he quickly fired three rounds into the air, and used the now-steaming barrel to light the end of one of the cigarettes, taking a long drag and exhaling through his nose, the smoke making him appear, for a moment, like a grumpy dragon. He sighed in relief as the nicotine hit his bloodstream.
He finally spoke again, his face wreathed in acrid grey smoke. He scratched his temple with the barrel of his pistol, finger still on the trigger. He was not one for p***y s**t like gun safety. He knew how not to shoot himself, and didn’t need a bunch of rules to teach him.
”You know, you got me. You saw straight through me. I talk all big and bad and shout and wave my gun around because my mommy didn’t hug me enough after my dad died. I never had any friends. No structure. That’s what it is. Definitely. I do all this screaming and shooting because it fills the void in my sad, sad heart.”
Sanji could barely finish the sentence without snickering. The whole scenario, while somewhat accurate, was stupid.
”Listen lady, I just like putting bullets in bodies, and I don’t like being told what to do. I do what I want to do, when I want to do it. It’s that simple. Now are you going to tell me what the ******** you wanted, or are you going to keep running your mouth? I don’t have all day, and I have better things to do with my time than get s**t-talked by some random overcompensating c**t with a chip on her shoulder.”
Sanji was getting really tired of this chick’s mouth. He had not intended to murder anyone at the academy, but that option was looking better and better by the second in the company of this woman. He didn’t know what this lady was selling, but he hadn’t bought it yet. The tone of command she insisted on using was rubbing Sanjiro the wrong way. It made his skin crawl. He was ready to be done with this conversation.
At this point, if she was going to make an offer, it would have to be a good one.
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Kojima Reiji Hidden Twilight (Circe Clan)
Kojima felt a sense of trepidation as he approached the academy grounds. He had seen the sort of things that happened here, when shinobi if varying clans were placed in close quarters. The sorts of savagery that these young ninja, mere children, were capable of.
This expectation had been confirmed as one child killed another, fleeing into the woods and pretending to be a scared little girl once more, A small eye opening high on a wall outside of the academy, out of sight but able to witness the crime
. In another part of the academy, a wealthy boy and a smartly-dressed one trade barbed words, but split up before it turns to violence, a crimson eye watching from underneath a table, in the shadow of the room. This would be something to keep an eye on, Kojima knew. Grudges were often the precursor to some of the worst acts of humanity.
Later there was a standoff between two gun-wielding children, each ready to end the life of the other, but this seemed to simmer down into passive threats. Kojima witnessed this with his own eyes, through an open window of the classroom.
Despite there being no active education happening in this place, there was much to learn. Much to see.
All of these images flashed in his mind as he approached his destination, and so he knew what to expect. Most of these children were monsters, either in practice or in potential, and were capable of murder without a second thought.
He knew that this applied to himself as well. His hands were as bloody as anyones, even at his young age. Perhaps even moreso.
He would have to pay special attention here: There was a good chance he would become well-acquainted with several of his fellow students, sooner or later.
The Eyes grew restless, their sense of boredom bleeding into Koji’s mind as he approached. There were no more secrets to be learned here, nothing to witness, intended to be kept out of sight. While there was no shortage of activity, The Eyes craved secrets, and those seemed to be in short supply now. Most of the activity here seemed to be mere friendly conversation, or a friendly spar outside.
Koji would have been content never coming here. Gods knew he had put it off as long as he could. He had been using his chakra in one way or another for at least a few years, and had become pretty proficient at it on his own.
Attending the Academy was a formality, one that also had the benefit of assisting him in his cover story. Nobody would think twice about discovering The Mage’s abilities coming from a shinobi. He had had some close calls before, using his abilities when he wasn’t “supposed” to have them. He would like to keep that from happening again, if he could.
As he approached the building, he paused, taking in the size and scope of the academy, the fine make of it’s walls, slowly decaying from the time it had stood in this place, the years wearing down the stone, rounding edges, giving the building character, like the wrinkled face of an elder. He could appreciate this place for what it was, even if he had been hesitant to attend himself.
He did not go in yet, instead turning to the left, and walking a few dozen yards to a peaceful-looking bench, situated between two trees, their reaching branches entangling with each other, shading the spot. He reached into his pack, retrieving the book and opening it to a particular page, noted with a red silk ribbon for a bookmark. He reached into a breast pocket, retrieving a pen, and began to write, not looking up.
Another shinobi with a book exited the building, his face strained in contained frustration, a bullet hole in the cover of his obviously-valued tome. Two shinobi dueled on the other side of the grounds. The killer from earlier successfully convinced their persuer of their innocence, but the violence seemed to have ended.
Kojima sighed as he wrote, recording the day, taking notes where he deemed necessary, scribbling in a sort of self-created shorthand in the margins. When he had finished recording his new information, he closed his book, putting it away in his pack, retrieving yet another book, and opening it instead, beginning to scribble in much the same way as he had before.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2022 9:29 am
Callum Hidden Arts (Jenrei Clan) ---
Calum stood there, silent for a while, listening to the conversation though he didn’t seem to really understand or carry about the actual meaning of any of the words. He smiled blankle, scratching the back of his head and waiting for someone to address him.
He had not intended to scare anyone.
The damage seemed like it had passed at this point. Though he was nearly positive he had seen someone that looked like this girl kill someone, he often misunderstood much of the things he saw, especially concerning people. There seemed to be no current danger here, at least. He allowed himself to relax and his guard to lower.
In the midst of his confusion, he had missed most of what had been said, but he declined the offer to go with them, wherever they were going. He had had enough of polite society for now, and was getting sleepy.
”No. Callum go home. Hidden Arts. Sleepy.”
He looked back and forth between the new faces. He couldn’t quite remember their names, but he never forgot a face. Tree Mott, Flower Hair, Not a Predator. He did his best to connect their names to their faces, so he could remember them next time.
”Callum new friends. Callum remember. Bye bye.”
With that, in a flash of feral movement, the wild boy took to the branches again, the crashes of his impacts in the canopy growing quieter in the distance as he made his way back home.
He had learned a lot, perhaps not academically, but at the very least he had learned much about how humans behaved. It was a lesson well needed. He was happy to have some friends, in any case.
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Saizo Hidden Gears(/???)
There was not a sound as booted feet pressed into the graveled path, the stones unmoving as if unaware of the presence above them. Toshimitsu Saizo approached the academy slowly, each step methodical and precise, casual but calculated, as if he were trying to pretend he wasn’t walking on a field of knives, picking each step carefully but without hesitation. This was the way Saizo normally carried himself, his training seeping into every moment of his life, burned into his being through countless hours of practice and repetition. Even the act of walking was choreographed and deliberated, as if the act itself were one of combat, the art that Saizo had been created for.
As he walked towards the school proper, he passed between long walls of trees on either side, the oaks and elms of the Academy forest. Synthetic, purpose-built, and perfected, as he was. With an inward smile, imperceptible to anyone who could be looking (Saizo was positive nobody was. He would have heard them), Saizo took a moment to contemplate how similar to these trees he was. Merely built for a different purpose. Saizo wondered momentarily if he envied their purpose, but was quick to push the thought from his mind. He had his job and they had theirs. It was best not to compare. That was something flesh-and-blood people did.
In his youth, before his training, he had often wondered what it was like to be something different, not thinking of himself as any different from other children save for how he was treated. Deprogramming such unnecessary thoughts was something that had taken a long time. It was concerning that these ideas were cropping up now.
He was not like them. He was a tool. Kept honed and ready for use at any time. It was not for him to consider anything but the task at hand, that which he was created for.
Instead, Saizo set his eyes in front of him, and the white marble of the academy began to come into view.
He was somewhat older than most of the other students here, he knew. Most of them were green, untested, hands lily-white for their lack of blood, eyes bright and hopeful, full of wonder.
The jealousy flickered into his awareness again but was quickly suppressed. Just as the children of his youth, these other shinobi-in-training were not like him.
While uneducated in the traditional sense, Saizo was fairly well-trained. He had been in operation for several years already, successfully completing handfuls of missions below the radar of the powers that controlled the academy, and thus the admittance into more “traditional” shinobi society.
While he was an accomplished assassin already, his targets had so far been elderly, or unhealthy. Without this training, he had never been used against someone who could fight back, and especially never a shinobi.
Despite the obvious unfairness of the fight, Saizo did his job efficiently and quickly. He had been given 20 missions, and had delivered 20 successes. He was ready to do more, but he would need to integrate into the rest of his peers. Become familiar with those whom he would likely be tasked to kill at some point.
To this end, Saizo began to monitor his surroundings with a little closer scrutiny, taking note of other students, any abilities displayed, obvious clues to their origins or associations, etc. He didn’t know who it would be, so it was best to air on the side of caution and know as much as he could about as many people as possible. Any one could be a target some day. An enemy. A victim.
Saizo struck a stark contrast to many of the fledgling shinobi here, many of them dressed in garishly-bright colors, or flashy accessories, as if they were peacocks trying to display their worth. Saizo’s appearance and equipment were black, plain, and immaculately maintained. Each item Saizo owned served its purpose, and was chosen and maintained for that purpose alone.
Saizo wore simple black fabric pants, rucked into black tabi-style boots. A plain black shirt was obscured by an equally-plain black cotton robe, sleeveless on one side, Saizo’s sword arm.
Across his lower back, parallel to the ground, Bloodletter was in her sheath, dormant. He would not need to draw it here, presumably, but he made sure it was there. Just in case. Higher up on his back was Kyuketsu, a shuriken, nearly 3 feet from point to point, veins of red pulsing lightly, nearly imperceptible. On his forearms, hips, in his boots, etc. were a variety of knives, darts, smaller shuriken, etc. Saizo was armed to the teeth, as always. Saizo went nowhere without his implements, always ready to do what he needed to do at a moment’s notice.
As he approached the academy, instead of going inside, he began to circle the campus, taking mental notes as before, trying his best not to omit any detail from his memory. Reconnaissance was one function Saizo performed well. He had been doing it since his early training, a mere boy.
As he walked and observed, he kept to the shadows, trying to avoid any unneeded attention.
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Sevan Kailash Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Wind [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 04 ) | DEF: ( 08 ) INT: ( 08 ) | RSV: ( 02 ) | SPR: ( 02 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 05 ) | RACT: ( 05 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ She could tell the immense sarcasm that the male was giving off, without even needing to turn around to look at him or his expression. Nor did she have to immediately hear the snicker that he could barely hold back as he finished simply agreeing to the nonsense story she had been spouting about him only moments before. She casually led them outside, and over to a bench like location that was decently enough out of the way of the other academy students, but not actually a suspiciously hidden one or anything of the like. She would then walk half way across the length of the table, before propping herself up on the table top itself, and planting her feet upon the bench that was attached to it, turning her fiery red and orange eyes upon the male as he finished judging her just as she had done to him. "Now if you're done? I have a proposition for you that may only slightly upset your ego." She says, while nodding to the end of the table, before drawing a cigarette of her from a pocket in her pants, along with a lighter. Snapping the lighter open with the flick of her hand, she light the cigarette and drew in her own lung full before looking the male over once again. "I am Sevan Kailash, of the Federation's Hidden Wind village.. I've come down to this useless establishment in order to scout any possible recruits into my army." She pauses, while raising a hand in order to silence whatever immediate remarks she was sure this hot headed male would have from what she was saying. "Obviously you're not looking for anything that has to do with a.. What did you call me? 'Random overcompensating c**t with a chip on her shoulder'. Even so, I figured since I noticed you, we may as well have the conversation anyway." She pauses once again, in order to draw in another drag of the cigarette before releasing the smoke away from the two of them. "The situation will be simple enough.. Payment, supplies, training if needed. All supplied by myself and those under me. All I'll need you for, is to point your guns in the direction I give you, and squeeze the trigger." She says with a grin forming across her lips, as she places the cigarette back between them and inhales another drag. She intended to give the male a moment now in order to think over everything she said, she was certain she hadn't pushed his buttons too far that he would outright decline right off the bat. After all, an organization willing to just send you straight to the 'putting bullets in bodies' portion of the wars, should be at least something he was interested in.
Tiamat Doragon Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Heaven [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 06 ) | DEF: ( 06 ) INT: ( 03 ) | RSV: ( 06 ) | SPR: ( 03 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 04 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Tiamat stood there staring back and forth between the two, his friend and the presumed murderer with a clear look of confusion across her face. The look only beginning to disappear when Raelyn mentions that someone had used a Henge in order to appear as the despicable female, and soon after Raelyn would be apologizing to the girl. Tiamat shook her head slowly, before her attention was brought back to both the introductions being made by Raelyn and soon after the sudden and immediate departure by Callum who had sort of introduced himself? And then ran back off.. Through the trees.. Once again. Tiamat winced and immediately looked to the ground as her face completely flushed up all over again. This entire place was one big storm of weirdness today, hopefully after she leaves here she will never, ever, return! Tia's attention soon returned to Raelyn once again, knowing she had basically brushed over the attempt at her new friend trying to return to what they had been talking about before. Yet even so, they were minorly intruded upon once again as Raelyn asks the girl who had just recently introduced herself as Isis, whether she wanted to join the them. Of course she pathetically declined with the statements of needing to.. Return home for a bath? Well, okay then, to each their own. Tiamat slowly took a step forwards, first addressing Raelyn's questions as well as taking the moment to correctly introduce herself to their new.. Friend? "Yes. My name is Tiamat Doragon, of Hidden Heaven.. And this little guy here is, Rikraa, my wyvern companion." She says with a low swept bow of her own, only minorly rigid in stance, while the wyvern now perched upon her shoulder simply blinked a few times and sprained it's neck upwards to look at the two while Tia bowed towards them both. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Isis. Even if you're in a rush to head home now, I'm sure we can meet again in the future as well." She says with a soft smile as she returns to her full height once again, and Rikraa on her shoulder stops stretching in order to curl up around her neck and shift into a more rested position. The two of them had done a lot of unnecessary exercise today, and it was about time for this poor baby to take a short nap of it's own.
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