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 Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 5:32 pm
 After Alucard finished his food he went slowly towards the exit as he was sighing. 'Hope today goes well,' he thought as he was heading out the door. Heading down the hall way his shoes clicked lightly down the hallway as he was headed towards the training fields to learn more things. Picking up a few books from a open class room, his own class room. As he found a few things he wanted to learn he needed to grab some weights to increase his flexibility and movements. Walking out of the building he had 2 books in his hands as he went to the training grounds.(Exits to training grounds) _______________________________ LV. 6 Hp: 54 Cp: 54 MHp: 78 Dodge Bonus: 14 * Perfect speech is him talking in his own language. Sub-par speach is him talking in the language everyone uses.*Damages: 13-23 tai damage range, 17-31 katana damage rangeWeapon: 1x Katana______________________________
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:42 pm
 Airi Anzan Hp: 40 Cp: 44 MHp: 30 DB: 6 MAB: 4 Airi wasn't expecting any of it, in fact, her head was swarming with conflicting emotions. She didn't know what to make of any of this. She turned slightly pink as she tried to look up at him. "U-u-umm. You want to come back to my place? I... dunno... you think Rayne was bad, she was just playing games. The others are actually quite aggressive. I mean, I appreciate the help and will gladly accept that. It is a little hard to control... It's like your blood is at a constant boil and there is nothing you can do about it. I just wish.... I could get rid of it and avoid all this."She was getting frustrated with what was swimming in her head. She wanted to take him home back to her place, but didn't want him frightened off, or worse. If anyone could bring out her inner beast, it was her clan-members, her own family. Even Rayne's jests could be enough.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:06 pm
Makoto Lung  LV. 5
Experience: (15/300)
Hp: 60
Cp: 40
MHp: 60
Dodge:9+2=11
Resting posts must be 4 lines long +1 hp/cp/mhpMakoto watched her as she froze and turned abit pink and tried to look at him, he was listening to her response and as it came out… he understood better. She was talking about her clan and her family being aggressive and that Rayne was playing games, but she did seem to think the help was a kind offer. But she started that it was hard to control and that she wished that she could just get rid of it all, makoto lowered his head in disappointment. Looking back up to her, he placed his hand on her shoulder softly and spoke to her with a warm and caring look on his face. “Please don’t wish for something like that, I like you the way you are now. If you didn’t have it, then you would have been someone I didn’t know… you could have been a different person all together.“ With that being said, Makoto took a step forward and held her softly in his arms. He could tell she was frustrated, but he held her close and spoke to her softly before he let her do. “Whatever is hindering you… don’t let it scare you.“ Spoke Makoto as he let her go and stepped back with a thumb up to her. “Trust me Airi, I know Rayne was kidding… and I don’t care. “ Spoke Makoto with a smile, he was confident with her abilities and her judgement.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:50 pm
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1 "Hahahaha!! Oh ain't this just the cutest damn thing you've seen in your life?!" Another round of rather slow jeering laughter came from the door to the cafeteria as a figure broke in on the touching scene. For a moment, in the shadow of the doorway, it seemed at first as though this figure had a pair of long phanstasmal arms with wraith like fingers which stretched down to the ground... but it was a momentary illusion, a true trick of the light. As eyes adjusted to the young man himself, it was clear what at first seemed an extra pair of malefic arms, was just a scarf that he wrapped around him. The boy was giving the pair before him a somewhat feral grin as he tilted his nose up at them, the cigar secured in his teeth appearing to do the same, as though he thought himself superior to them.
"Such a touching and heartfelt scene," his tone and expression seemed mocking, the sharp smirk on his face condescending to them, as though the very idea of having genuine emotions was something akin to wearing your underwear on your head. "What a joke, "mind if we head back to your place...?" He glanced at the girl. "Don't tell me your stupid enough to FALL for a ploy like that sunshine?" his smirk was still in play, making him look as though he was prepared to look down on a Kage for all he thought of himself. "Heh," he turned his gaze to the boy with the sword. "Heh...and as for you..." he narrowed his eyes, the cigar shifting to the otherside of his smirk like a switch turning on. "Yeah...you piss me off." he declared as though he didn't nessecarily have any reason as of yet. "I can tell just by lookin atcha...tcht..." he gave a shrug and passed the two by.
One good part about showing up at lunch time was that "free food" was the first part of the day... freakin win. 
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:24 pm
Rolant EstoqueurLV. 4 Experience: 92/250 Hp: 12 Cp: 39 MHp: 44 Rolant gazed at Alucards hand as if the hand where a grotesque insult to him. "It is insulting as an Estoqueur to engage in such an action" Rolant stated shaking the boys hand anyway "just for future reference." Rolant grimaced as he gripped the boys hand and shook quickly letting go of it "If you need me sensei I'll be in the training grounds. I dont believe I have the Nawanuke down as much as i thought i did." Rolant said as he headed to the door "Cheers." Rolant stated as he tipped his chapeau to the room and exited the building headed towards the training grounds.
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ellreka rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 6:53 pm
Rolant EstoqueurLV. 4 Experience: 92/250 Hp: 12 Cp: 39 MHp: 44 Rolant took a few deep breaths to calm himself as he activated his chakra network urging the mystical energy through his body down to his legs and into the rope. The blue aura surged visually down Rolants body and into the rope instantly fading with no result. "More chakra resistant than i had realized" Rolant thought as he examined the rope a little bit closer. It remained as tight as he had tied it with no visual indication that it had even budged. "This is going to be a long day" Rolant thought as he prepared for the next attempt. "Maybe I should've had Rayne sensei tie me up again" Rolant thought as he blushed a bit breaking his composure and concentration. CP:39-1= 38 Nawanuke Training! Stage I Escape Artist DC:10 DC:10 + Escape Artist (0) + 2x CHKmod(2) (chakra resistant rope) = DC 14 Roll 6+0= 6/14
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Rolls:1
Posts:1
(i....accidently posted in the academy....)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 12:33 am
NPC Lower House Otobe as staff in the academy:
The obnoxious student who had made his entrance gathered the attention of most everyone in the cafeteria, where most knew to keep calm and ordely to avoid being punished. A thin and older man who wore fine clothing scoweled out at the children and the newest addition to the crowd of "underlings". The man wrung his hands together in frustration before hastily walking up and reaching out to grab the teen from behind by his long scarf. He yanked with surprising strength at the scarf. "Do not disrupt the peace." He said with a threatening voice and pulled at the scarf bringing Shima closer in to stare at his face, "We are shinobi of the sound here, not hulligan peasants preparing for a bar fight. I suggest you wise up or--" He flung the teen back by releasing his scarf and pushing on his chest, "GET OUT." The older man had been flanked by two younger people, apparently teachers or possibly lower level members of the secret police.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 1:13 am
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1 Shima kept on giving the man his same undaunted expression. "Whoa there, there's no need to get so worked up, Sir." he held up his hands as though in mock surrender, his grin apparently not showing any fear, if there was any to be felt. "And really, a hooligan about to be getting into a bar fight? That hurts. Let me make one thing clear, bossman. I don't start fights I ain't paid ta start. I work for you guys now, and that means unless you tell me to get into a fight, I ain't gonna throw the first punch. No point in doing for free what you could get paid to do later." he folded his arms, rather lax. "I was just making a...humble observation." he gave a slight chuckle, but didn't necessarily seem like he was lying. "And anyway," he pointed over his shoulder, looking annoyed again, though his smirk seemed to be mixing with the emotion. "That guy right there? He doesn't really strike me as the type to get his panties in a twist over a piece of lowlife trash like me. And if he was...well it ain't me who's acting unprofessional, is it?" he seemed congenial as he made a graceful bow, though he was giving them a look of proud defiance even as he did so.
"Sides, sir." he rolled his cigar around to the other side of his mouth as he picked up a tray of food from where they were available. "Didn't you get the memo? We murderers of innocent civilians don't really get the option of open door policy...are these Sushi Onigiri?" his change from talking about his murder of an innocent man who'd got in his way during his old life to food was a bit jarring, his tone the same throughout. He still seemed completely jeering as he took a sniff of the rice. "Ah hell, they ARE. Love these things. You guys got a nice menu here, and here I thought all school food was supposed to suck. Mah, I suppose I've never really been in one officially, so who am I to talk. If you'll excuse me. I believe I got some remedial catching up ta do eh?" he left the cafeteria suddenly as he had arrived, taking the food with him. (Exit to another part of the Academy...? Do I have to do it if I'm still in the same thread?)
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Croco_D_Isle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 1:31 am
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1
Strength Training
Do push-ups or lift weights in the academy gymnasium.
1d20 + Str. Mod.
DC: 10 + 0 Str Mod
Successes: 1/10
DC Fail: -1 Hp
Resting Post: +1 Hp per resting post. [Resting post must be at least 4 lines long. Training may not be included in resting posts.]
The Gymnasium of the Academy was pretty adequte just from looking around...not that he'd really had much to compare it to. having eaten some of his food already, he set some of it to the side as he cracked his knuckles... he supposed now was as good a time as any to get started. He'd start with a little warm up. Shima gave a rather harsh laugh as he swapped his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. This was completely ridiculous, after all the time that he’d spent facing off against the odds during his childhood, here was was stuck into a class of kids who were so bright eyed and bushy tailed it made him a tad physically ill, and the most hilarious part of it was that every single one of these brats could probably kick his a** up and down this gym. It really put his life in perspective, he supposed… or, maybe, more to the point, it really drove home of just how pointless and transient people could be if they weren’t lucky enough to get the same step up as everyone else. Life was unfair, and that was just the way things worked. s**t happened, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. These push ups were just one more example of that.
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Croco_D_Isle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 1:37 am
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1
Strength Training
Do push-ups or lift weights in the academy gymnasium.
1d20 + Str. Mod.
DC: 10 + 0 Str Mod
Successes: 2/10
DC Fail: -1 Hp
Resting Post: +1 Hp per resting post. [Resting post must be at least 4 lines long. Training may not be included in resting posts.]
The effort of the exercise was certainly gratifying at least, he was pushing himself, and for all his life before this, there was always going to be more that he could exceed himself. Truth be told he had under gone training like this before his…he’d call it a coercion based agreement to contract for the sake of levity, but it really only served as a basis for the training he was receiving now in this academy…the foundation that, while he was sure that it could take him far, had done little as of yet to get him actual results. Sure he was clever, sure he had survived thus far relying on his skills, but the stick he was measuring himself with was in a whole other league compared to that of actual Ninja. Shima may have been able to hold his own in a regular fight, sure, but these ninja…they were a whole other matter entirely. On the street when you ran into a ninja, even a genin, your best bet as far as Shima could figure was to run.
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Croco_D_Isle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 6:40 pm
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1
Strength Training
Do push-ups or lift weights in the academy gymnasium.
1d20 + Str. Mod.
DC: 10 + 0 Str Mod
Successes: 3/10
DC Fail: -1 Hp
Resting Post: +1 Hp per resting post. [Resting post must be at least 4 lines long. Training may not be included in resting posts.]
If it was a Chuunin? Trip the poor b*****d next to you and run faster. If it was a Jounin? Well there really only one thing to do when it was a Jounin... well, multiple things, admittedly, but they all sort’ve came back to getting your a** handed to you and or pleading for your life in an increasingly embarrassing manner. Sure some two bit con from the boonies might not know how out of his league he was when dealing with Ninja… but Shima had been born and raised in this village, through hard times and…slightly less hard times. He knew full well just how much a headband could lay a man low.
The weights on his back as he continued with the push-ups continued to bare down on him, the effort keeping him on his toes. He had been a bit curious as to what Ninja life might entail, he hadn’t really known what the hell to expect. He had entertained the notion that they might be doing something absurd like climbing the Mountain outside the Village using only their hands, or meditating for hours on end to achieve some sort’ve spiritual enlightenment. Something had to set them apart after all.
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Croco_D_Isle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 6:46 pm
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1
Strength Training
Do push-ups or lift weights in the academy gymnasium.
1d20 + Str. Mod.
DC: 10 + 0 Str Mod
Successes: 4/10
DC Fail: -1 Hp
Resting Post: +1 Hp per resting post. [Resting post must be at least 4 lines long. Training may not be included in resting posts.]
. He himself had theorized chakra, which he himself had a little experience with from the rough shod bits and pieces he’d managed to pick up over the years, but still had a rather limited supply of at the moment. In this old life he’d had more important things to concern himself with than messing with some invisible energy that couldn’t put food in his stomach.
The sweat on his brow dripped down to the surface below him, his hands still working against gravity as he went on with the exercise. He supposed that if he was seriously going to be pitting himself against Ninja, real honest to kami throw a freakin kunai in your face Ninja, he would seriously need to up his game. Sure he could take settle scores with low level Yakuza thugs, but if his new employers were seriously going to be sending him alongside these…kids, little nin in the making aside, to fight other Ninja, he was seriously going to have to push himself. He was already leagues behind these kids in ability it seemed. He couldn’t be entirely sure, but merely from a look at them, they seemed to have seen some serious s**t… those weren’t gym muscles that they were sporting…they were the kind of chops you got from facing the real deal, life or death.
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Croco_D_Isle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 6:49 pm
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1
Strength Training
Do push-ups or lift weights in the academy gymnasium.
1d20 + Str. Mod.
DC: 10 + 0 Str Mod
Successes: 6/10
DC Fail: -1 Hp
Resting Post: +1 Hp per resting post. [Resting post must be at least 4 lines long. Training may not be included in resting posts.]
And forget about the instructor guy… he’d seen Ninja, sure, but for some reason something about this guy just yelled “DO NOT TRUST” to him about this guy….sure, he heard that voice for everyone, but for this one there was definitely an undercurrent of danger there… no matter how “mild mannered and nice” he seemed… in his experience those were the one’s you wanted to trust the least, anyway. Anyone who came up to you with a cheerful little smile on their face was either an idiot, or they were planning something…and both were equally dangerous for their own reasons. Push came to shove he’d actually prefer the one who was planning something…at least rational people were limited in what they might do… irrational people were just wild cards to an otherwise stable hand…
He stood up from his push-ups, cracking his knuckles against as he looked around the large gymnasium. Alright then… well his warm up was done, but he wasn’t gonna get any real results by just doing some push ups… it was time to kick it up a notch. He spied a set of weights over by the side of the room, and immediately set his sights on the rather unreasonably proportioned metal block that seemed to be designed to be dragged along the ground...yes, those might work...
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Croco_D_Isle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 6:52 pm
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1
Strength Training
Do push-ups or lift weights in the academy gymnasium.
1d20 + Str. Mod.
DC: 10 + 0 Str Mod
Successes: 7/10
DC Fail: -1 Hp
Resting Post: +1 Hp per resting post. [Resting post must be at least 4 lines long. Training may not be included in resting posts.]
There seemed to be harness attached to the weight that secured about the user’s arms and legs, ensuring that the person using it was building their muscles in both. Yeah…that looked like it might be goo for something. Getting into the harness, he made sure that belts were tight around his limbs before attempting to push himself forward…. And promptly being stopped in his tracks by the immense weight of the object behind him. Well, okay, no one said that doing this thing was gonna be a trip down easy street. He pushed himself harder, straining his muscles to move the large block, and, surprisingly, just barely, it began to move, inch by inch. His muscles were already crying out, this was not going to be an easy task by any stretch of the imagination…
He continued to fight against the weight that he was currently dragging around the the gym…well, that was an exaggeration, that he was dragging a few feet at a time. As of yet he hadn’t really managed to get it far enough that anyone would consider it “Around” the gym just yet. He intended to make it happen though. He made a rather firm point to never break a deal once made, even the one’s he made with himself. And he had made a deal with himself that he was gonna do this Ninja thing… even if he hadn’t currently been under contract to do it with the village Council, he still would have been determined to do this.
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Croco_D_Isle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 7:00 pm
~Phantom Arms Shima~
LV. 1
Experience: 0/100
Hp: 10 -1 9/10
Cp: 8
MHp: 9
Dodge Bonus: 1
Strength Training
Do push-ups or lift weights in the academy gymnasium.
1d20 + Str. Mod.
DC: 10 + 0 Str Mod
Successes: 7/10
DC Fail: -1 Hp
Resting Post: +1 Hp per resting post. [Resting post must be at least 4 lines long. Training may not be included in resting posts.]
Sides, being shown up by a bunch a bright eyed kids pissed himself more then he could rightly describe. He was gonna catch them up and show them just what the hell someone born on the street could do when he took the gloves off… well yeah, he was probably gonna keep his gloves ON, no point on getting blood on your hands, but it was a figure of speech.
The massive block behind him was probably supposed to be for the training of someone much stronger than himself, he wasn’t afraid to admit it, but eh, you didn’t get to be amazing by being average and going just by what was expected out of you. If he had done that, he might not even be alive today. He may not have had much experience, sure, but he had the grounding, the nerve, the base instincts and ability to excel in this new life… he had what it took to become something great. He knew it. And no matter how much these pants stuffing Otobe tried to beat him down or make him feel inferior, he was not their slave. He was just following up on his end of the bargain. The moment that they went back on their side, he’d be a free agent again. He was merely keeping his word, as any proper businessman would. And heck, if they thought that he was just going to bow and scrape to appease them just because they were a hella ton stronger than he was, they had another thing coming.
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