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 Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:10 pm
Nagaiira rose a brow, wondering why the shuriken went around him and did not hit him. He then slashed all around him with two elongated bones, expecting a wire.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 5:59 pm
Kasumi watched from a slight distance, parchment on her hand, brush in the other, as she captured the pretty bones in her painting, ending a stroke with a short poem: The red on sharp white, beware the hostile smiles
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:14 pm
Nagaiira grew tired of this playing around. Placing his hands together, the air around him began to spark and crackle. "Yanagi no Mai." Sharpened bones began to push through his flesh, like thick needles of bone. With this his speed quickened as he quickly dashed at him, slashing at Sukaru with fluid stabbing movements, almost like a dance.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 4:10 pm
"Heh, gotcha." he pulled on the shuriken, while doing so wire concealed Nagaiira in his place. "There was a reason it went around you." As soon as the wire was wrapped around Nagaiira, Sukaru reache don his back, and pulle doff his other Windmill Shuriken. He tossed it to the left of Nagaiira, and with Sukaru's control, it went around him in the other direction. He caught the shuriken, and pulled on that as well. The wire came up, and binded Nagaiira. Sukaru smirked, as he held tightly on the shuriken, as he trapped his opponent.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 4:58 pm
She let her first paper go and drew another, ignoring the first as the winds took it closer to the conflict. A second poem released: Water and air, spin up, whirl down
Kasumi's mind was, apparently, losing its little sanity for the day, and with it the ability to write comprehensible poems or even statements.
ooc: btw, caim, have you read either of haku needles' last two posts? yours doesn't match up with the events as far as i can see...
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 6:46 pm
((I'll let it slide.))
Nagaiira placed his arms close to his sides, letting his bones retract back into his hands. Situating the under sides of his wrists against the sharp wire, he slids his wrist along the sharp metal. Blood began to run from his wrists down his fingertips, dropping to the ground in dropplets. Feeling the bones of his arms portrude through the cuts, he let the hand bones move along the outsides of his hands. "Karamatsu no mai." This made his bones as hard as steel. Moving his bones up against his body, they slipped out from the top opening and came back, being sharp and as hard as steel they easily cut the wires. Being free Nagaiira jumped backwards a few yards, the vacant and bone free flesh of his arm now bellowed in the passing breeze.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:02 pm
Shade walked onto the training grounds. He was very nervous because people might be watching him. Shade started to mold his chakra to practice his control. He peered over and saw a boy, Nagaiira, using his clan's secret art of bone pulse. Shade was astounded that there was some one else like him. He could feel the confidence rising in him. He faced the dummy bag and fired his ten finger drilling bullets. They punctured the dummy hard, hard enough that sand leaked out. Shade was pleased with his results. He felt the bone regrow on his fingers. The slow, cooling feeling when the bone rapidly grew. He felt more alive when he could do this in the open. He wondered what this fight was about, and why he wasn't running away from the spinning shurikens. He was worried that Sakaru might be killing off his clan.
((chakra 45-12 chakra 33))
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:29 pm
Gahou trudged into the training area, coming to a stop beside Shade. "Hey." His blindfolded eyes pointing at the Kaguya... both of them; one was pointing at the one fighting, and the other at the one beside him.. of course, Shade wouldn't know that, as the cloth-paper covered the dull orbs. He pulled out a pair of scrolls suitable for drawing and placed them on a nearby stump that came to his chest.. the rest of the tree had been shorn off by a stray fuuma shuriken years ago. His hands pulled brushes and ink from holsters and pouches, respectively, and began to draw, independent of each other. One capturing scenes from the fight, and the other of Shade, who was looking contemplative.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 7:21 pm
Out of the corner of Shade's eye he saw a boy drawing of him and the others fighting. He figured that he wasnt targeted so he started working on his bone swords that came from out of his palm. Shade charged towards another dummy bag and cut clean through it. The bag ripped open as the bone sliced through it like butter. The wooden post that the dummy was hung from snapped like a tooth pick from the force of the blow. Shade didn't even break a sweet with the speed and accuracy of his attack. He retracted the bone and started agian to mold his chakra.
(( chakra 33-10 chakra 23))
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 4:48 pm
Gahou made a noise somewhere between a snort and a scoff. "Hnh. Nice way to greet someone." The paper-skinned and ink-marked (tattoos?) boy sighed. "I am called Myousumi Gahou."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 4:56 pm
" Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Shade Kaguya." Shade says. He wondering if Gahou wasn't inspired by his move that he might draw it. "Would you like to draw me attacking the dummy again?" Shade asks.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 1:31 pm
"Hn. Why would I want to draw something like that? I have one record already." His fingers on one hand formed a seal.. the other was still capturing the battle not too far away. A look of concentration crossed his face, and his mouth tightened as the chakra was released into the technique. Choujuu Giga!
The ink Shade peeled itself off of the paper slowly, propping itself up, first with its elbows as it worked to get its legs free, and then on its own two feet. A miniature Shade, made of ink outlines, paced the scroll, before launching itself into motion, first with the Teshi Sendan, the bullets making tiny, pinprick holes in the dummy that was pulled from ink before him, then with the Yanagi no Mai, pausing to pant and take in imaginary, unneeded, air.
(cp:45 - 12 --> cp:33)
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 4:56 pm
Shade could'nt belive his eyes. The drawing had come to life before him, a picture of himself. Shade asks, " Woh! How did you do that?" It was so life like but still so tiny.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 5:03 pm
"I drew it. Isn't it obvious? And before you ask, it's a family secret. No outsiders can learn it, anyway.. they usually set the paper on fire." Gahou responded, quietly, but in a tone that snapped like a whip.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 7:01 pm
"Wow, thats really cool." Shade says. He noticed the time was half past noon and that he would be late for more training by the ocean so he says good bye to Gahou and heads toward the ocean sprinting off.
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