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 Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 6:47 pm
  Sharingan, One Tomoe: ActiveThe Stranger knew the look in Hebi's eyes, only she could be that cross with him and not strike out and/or maim him. If possible his eyes filled with even more glee and the smile beneath his gaze widened even more, if he kept it up he was going to split his cheeks open. The "boy" was older than Haruki's body by a few years and had the natural adaptation of strength and mass, so when he face palmed the Stranger for him and moved him, the Stranger moved. He put up minor resistance only to make it difficult for Senri as was his objective. He never wanted to stop her or foil her in any way that he was or wasn't aware; he just like turning people's lego cities that took months of careful constructing upside down and smashing them on the floor. But he made sure never to break only delay, or twist things in a new direction; it really depended on the perception of the individual.
Unfortunately the Stranger behaved very much like five individuals, each equipped with their own psychosis and attitudes to match. As the corpse began speaking he started to giggle in much the manner of a small child watching Looney Tunes on a Saturday morning."A fudge packer? That's- th-the second time, you have mentioned- my genitals after I get - too close"And there it was, the Stranger was giggling. Horrendously. Gasping and chuckling between words in spasmodic hiccuped gasp, the torrents of laughter echoed in the hallway. Much to the Stranger's ambivalence he went on to continue while still in the face palm of the "older man""I am really beginning to think that you want my --- Oh?"The Stranger's gleeful expression like that of the imp that ate the babe widened in surprise as well as intrigued alarm at the well manicured and heavily trained foot heading towards his facial chesticle region. He had a moment to pause and reflect at the manner in which the foot had been treated elegant yet through his Sharingan he can tell the care of which it once was taken onto was by another set of hands. "Hmm privileged perhaps?" As well as the heavy callused, calcium deposited rigidity of the assailant's foot. If his Sharingan had not been active the blow would have landed and dealt quite sufficient harm to Haruki's body. The Stranger raised his right arm to meet the blow, crossing his torso; while simultaneously lifting his left in a rolling outer block towards Senri's puppet.
Rather than removing the arm from his face grabbed the wrist and twisted applying pressure to the pinky, the weakest part of the hand. After loosening the grip then came Umbra's kick, when put his right arm to meet the blow he really only met her shin open handed applying enough force to "lift" his body up with her strength as it were. The kick was much stronger than he had originally intended and a hefty blow landed in his ribs with an "OOF!" , fortunately with his arm between his body and her foot. While she continued to swing through her kick like that of a well trained warrior, the Stranger did a one armed vault off of her leg and the momentum of her kick followed by pushing off of the corpse's arm.
As he flew in horizontal albeit slightly diagonal pattern, he focused chakra onto his feet in order to stick the ceiling. This was part of his masterful evasive plan; what was NOT part of hi masterful evasive plan, was how fast he was moving. He stuck to the ceiling and to anyone observing continued to move much like a child falling to the ground on their back, only on the ceiling. To which point he said, "Oooow..." He looked down at the girl and smiled with a grin on his face and a look of dangerous mania. Watching her tantrum she was throwing as she kicked up a storm... literally, he began to bunch up on the ceiling like a cat waiting to pounce, arching his body in a pseudo-Bridge yoga variation."Oooh I LOVE this game!!"Coiling his body as tight as he could gaining all the power he could muster from a boy his size he launched himself at Umbra, like a spring coming loose from a contraption, pushing off from the wall with his hands and feet. Using gravity to help his blow beyond the strength of his usual round house kick, he spun in a tight circle throwing a foot to her face. Throwing more momentum into the kick than you ever could gain from standing on the ground, his goal was to start his kick on the opposite side of her face and to kick through it twice figuratively with the power of his kick turned into rotations. He wasn't kicking past her or through her, he was kicking her full circle. All the while he screamed right before his foot was about to make contact."TAG!!!"Whether he kicked her with the force of his intended blow or not, or if he straight up missed due to anything she may have done evasively he landed on the ground with a smile in his face that could only be seen in the cruel light of his devious eyes. Whispering quietly he muttered, while simultaneously throwing a jab at Senri,"No tag backsss."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:47 pm
 
"Bitterness is a Cancer, It eats Upon the host..."
Sessouresu remained seated in his chair; watching the room before him; luckily for him the unfortunate loss of his eye gave him the ability to essentially keep his Sharingan activated non stop due to it only taking half of the chakra that the others required.
There really wasn't much of interest for him currently; the mask boy was currently having a scuffle with Haruki; and with Haruki's skill-set he was most likely going to lose unless he managed to get far, far away, and seeing as how this was an enclosed room; wasn't going to happen. So as there little match continued Sessou simply let out a sigh and looked down at his arm, as he did so a small wisp of chakra formed in the palm of his hand before spreading to the rest of his arm, coating his arm in what looked like Fire. To those who had already seen it, it would clearly be the self defensive Jutsu he had created to protect himself from his own Jutsu; so those who hadn't.....
Once the arm had formed Sessouresu made a few hand signs; which looked even to him; a bit awkward, seeing as how the chakra 'arm' he had; enveloped his other hand as he made hand signs. As he sat there he started to form the spear, however rather then stretching the chakra out; forming it into a single long blade, he compressed it as he had been practicing in the past. If flames were condensed they would turn from red, to orange, to blue, and then vanish. The Heat ever increasing as the color changed. So what would happen if the same was done to chakra; that was then turned into a flame?
While he normally disliked training around others, most of the people in the room were currently dealing with there own issues; or watching the scuffle of the peons. As he did so the Temperature from the chakra in his hand sky rocketed; to the point that even his cloak that had the ability to protect him from flames strong enough to melt stone, was starting to falter. So it wasn't long before the boy dispersed the chakra; a rather large grin on his face as he sat there;.... he knew exactly what he was going to do with this; he just needed to get the final touches down on it.
Though he had to admit the little trick that Koto was currently working on was interesting; he would need to keep in mind that he knew that in the future. Not like he was going to have allies in the next round if it was team based; so keeping tabs on everyone else was most likely his best option at the moment. Though; if he had the time to get the last little bit of what he had in mind finished; he wouldn't even NEED a team to beat anyone else here; not like he needed one at the moment anyways... the only downside would be that he didn't have long enough to to more testing; and figure out how much chakra he would need to use to do this completely.
9500+529=10k+
"...But anger is like a Fire, It burns all clean"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 11:06 am
 "Let no good deed go unpunished,"Umbra Uchiha Umbra may have been waiting for her response from the gas-mask wearing weirdo when she heard a voice that was quickly becoming irritating. She spared him a corner of the eye look that was enough to get him in her peripheral vision. When that voice announced that he loved this game she took no amusement as her hand found the hilt of one of her many swords, the one she named gluttony, and drew it from its resting place, she certainly wasn’t here to play a game, she was here to work, she was here to kill, maim and burn in the name of the Clan, and she was here to find the thing that made her feel alive… but she wasn’t here to play with children. He had already sprung off of the wall when she drew her blade, she saw no point in moving, she saw little point in evasion when he was doing all the work for her, while he was gaining his momentum she simply held up the sharpened blade so that when his foot came down to connect her face it would stop a little prematurely, and if he didn’t alter his course then his body would follow through with the actions of the owner but the leg was going to be noticeably absent from its host. Once that was done she planned to finish him off once and for all, what an embarrassment to the clan. He was sloppy and irrational with his actions, they were predictable, she didn’t need a sharingan to see the arching in his movements. She had watched all her life and studied the body’s movements to teach herself taijutsu, his movements were sloppy at best he certainly wasn’t like the others that she observed from and learned through.
Whether or not he really did follow through with that attack and lost a leg as a result, or if he fumbled and decided to make things more difficult for himself while facing two people at once, both of which were out of his league. Either way he was in a piss poor situation. Whatever madness lead him to this, it was obvious that the madness was going to end him here as well. Umbra wasn’t one to forgive foolishness, she wasn’t one to suffer the stupidity of those who had no thought for the actions… and she certainly didn’t tolerate failure. Umbra debated whether or not she would need to unleash her sins upon this boy and if it was even worth it."Let no evil deed go unrewarded."
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 8:30 pm
Uchiha Koto
"Your first cut..."
"Kosekose kohai..." came an exasperated voice and blur of dark blue seemed swiftly pass through the scuffle like the whisper of a teasing breeze under the heat of the summer sun.
The most notable change was that Haruki was no longer in mid attack...he was several feet away with a rather annoyed looking Koto holding him up by the collar. Koto was no fool and knew that that fight would have ended in death for haruki...at the very least a missing limb...
"Haruki...you know better than to challenge two opponents of that level... it doesn't take a sharingan to see that you were being reckless...you almost lost a leg and your life..." he said bringing haruki's masked face to his own.
"Be more careful you little psycho...Takeo may be your twin...but he isn't as amusing so let's try to keep you intact shall we?" he said with a smile as he set the younger genin down. As he did so he leaned in a whispered very softly.
"Besides I have a bit of mischief I need your help with after the exams...I'll need you at your best okay? I promise it will be devilishly fun..." he said with a hint of madness in his voice that Haruki would not recognize coming from Koto but that only someone as mad as the stranger could truly understand.
With that he turned his attention to "Karoshi" and Umbra...he had heard enough to know that Haruki had thought that Karoshi was Senri...he didn't understand why until he looked into those red eyes... he was taken back to a dream in a hospital bed and the soft voice of a porcelain princess. He looked Karoshi in the eyes and smile...no more like smirked. He would say nothing because he could be very wrong and he had no way of knowing...but the red eyes stirred something familiar in his heart.
"Allow me to apologize to you both on Haruki's behalf...It will not happen again...If you feel you must vent your anger then allow me to take his place." he said with a deep bow. As he rose his eyes met Umbra's
"Though it would shame your blades to be sullied on such a trivial matter would it not?" he asked...
He turned his attention once more to "Karoshi"
"I also want to explain haruki's rudeness to you...you eyes resemble that of an individual rather dear to us...he must've thought you were here using a transformation technique, I'm sure that isn't the case...but you might know her...so if you see a young lady with ruby eyes and skin like a porcelain doll please let her know...she'll want to discipline Haruki personally, i'm sure...also tell her I forgive her for what she stole from me...she'll know what it means..." he added with a smirk knowing full well he meant the accidental kiss that landed him in Arisu's care for a short time... He was testing Karoshi's reaction. If it was indeed Senri...he'd know by the reaction...he hoped.
Koto's Theme (new)
"...Should be your last"
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 12:01 am
  Not a single peep came out of the strange boy as he was bombarded with an array of kicks from Umbra. It was like kicking a life-like doll, only his flesh did in fact bruise and bleed when she kicked enough. Once she let up, Karoshi gathered his bearings and began to move on his own again. After pulling himself back on his feet, he tried his best to dust himself off before turning his attention to Umbra, completely ignoring Stranger.
He whistled lowly and leered at her. "Ooh....that could have been dangerous." He lilted with with a poorly-restrained Cheshire grin. He snorted the blood back up his nose and corrected the position of his gas mask. "Not to fret though, love. What I have given you isn't going to hinder, but aid your body. It is the counter to what you were given earlier." Karoshi explained as vaguely as possible, with reason. He didn't want to expose her too much.
Then the unexpected happened. Koto happened to come to the disgusting creatures rescue. He wondered how he managed to gather that much speed, but chalked it up to his taijutsu skills. They had better reflexes than most.
His one eye rolled to Umbra after Koto offered to play the punching bag to Umbra's wrath. Little did he know that Umbra would get her opportunity...sooner than she knew. Nobody was aware of how severely hard the last round was. Though, if she wanted vengeance now, he wouldn't stop her.
It was strange that Koto would even bother with talking to Karoshi. Part of him was taken aback, but the other half remembered that he was the one with manners and a sense of honor.....humble. Such things were not necessary. Karoshi raised a brow at Koto as he tried to explain him and his partners actions- and Karoshi was less than pleased. Then he mentioned...punishing Haruki personally.
Karoshi cringed. ....Ew. Like hell she would go anywhere NEAR that walking filth that called himself Haruki or Stranger. Whatever the ******** he called himself mattered not to her. As long as he stayed out of her way, as long as she was able to be left to her own devices. She really didn't care about them, or what would become of them. They were all worms to her, with a few exceptions of course- And there were few.
Koto had yet again done something unexpected. He mentioned that...THING that happened a while back. Karoshi felt the lower lid of his right eye rise up in a subtle twitch. 'W-What a stupid thing to remember!' What he found more baffling is how fondly he spoke of Senri. When he should for all reasons, hate her with a burning passion. There it was...that sting....that holy water being sprinkled on her heart, leaving a bitter taste in Karoshi's mouth. He had to clear his throat just to keep himself from choking on his own embarrassment. Why would you pour holy water on a monster? Karoshi returned to Umbra's side, his sharp gaze remained on the two trouble makers. Then came a heavy grunt, followed by...a fit of laughter. He held his bruised sides as if it were annoyingly painful. "HAH! Do I look like I give a s**t about that dumb b***h? There's no point in punishing either of you. Believe me. You'll regret everything soon enough..." Karoshi assured them with a dirty glare.
806+515 = 1321/2000
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 1:33 am
Sharingan, One Tomoe: ActiveIt was too beautiful, too surreal and happening faster than his new eyes could even comprehend let alone keep up with. This girl was fantastic, she looked at him as so obvious the simpleton, so worthless that she had merely drawn and held up the swords that he had forgotten he had taken note of before. The little details he normally pays attention to when he is calm, the problem was Senri. She had a tenacity for making him exude jubilance... the way the Hannibal Lecter enjoys eating rude people for lunch. The ironic thing is the way Senri did it to the Stranger, simply being there. That in itself is probably what drove her bonkers is because she wouldn't even begin to fathom a concept of understanding for that notion. Then again neither would the Stranger, he knew she did when she was away, however when she was near his judgement was clouded.
He had a moment to be amazed at the time he had to think about this, this was going to maim him... permanently. Would he learn his lesson, absolutely no. Would it feed into his psychosis, oh ******** yes it would! He looked into Umbra's eyes and saw her annoyance with him, his true lack of significance and it pleased him. It pleased him for a reason unlike what many would have judged him for, several people had judged eyed and or spoken to her; only he was able to make her draw a sword. Whether it was the reaction of which you swat a fly with your hands or if she truly wanted a duel, the fact was he did it so hah! Sadly this is what truly goes on in the Stranger's noodle. That and Haruki's unending torture.
In the breath of a moment before he should have lost the limb, he accepted the loss. Then came a funny ripple and an aura of..."Son of b***h KOTO!! Unhand me! I was only going to be maimed a little! I could have taken the giant as well as the pretty eyed one!!!"He hung in the grip of the larger man like a pup grabbed by the scruff fuming, furious, angry beyond reasons. His words stung with the clarity of truth and reason, two things he abhorred, well only when the truth was of him at fault. As he set him down he squared his feet and crossed him arms glaring at the older boy."Of course I am the funny one, he is the funny looking one; and if you expect me to--
Really you mean it?! You better not lie to me Koto, or I will eat your babies."Suddenly his entire demeanor changed, he was now standing hopeful and exhilarated. Similar to the way he was when flying towards his possible death, minus the deranged mental death wish. He stood up straight and now utterly calm. Seemingly an entirely different person than he was before. He looked over to Umbra and tilted his head much like a dog does when he is confused and trying to get his owners attention."Another game sometime, wanna play for blood?"His tone was odd, it was completely lacking in his usual mirth and chaotic carnage; instead it was like a child asking if she wanted ice cream with strawberries or not? He ignored Koto's apologies especially towards Hebi, he had to stifle a laugh in a cough when he mention his "confusion." Apparently no one knew about his sensor abilities, well if he detected her and she knew maybe Senri did. He shrugged as "Karoshi" or whatever the puppets name began to spout profanities at herself.
It was lame needed practice, besides Hebi was too practical to properly curse. His a yawn and a stretch he exclaimed,"Yaaaaaawn, well bored now. Not happy with you but we shall see bout this game. Pretty sword. And~."The Stranger had started with Koto, pointing and looking at him through not changing his face from Umbra, then turning his gaze and finger towards Umbra staying well outside her striking range and well within his ability to watch her begin to move, and when he finally rested on the puppet, he giggled and shook his head. Turning around without addressing her, but before he did he let her see in his eyes, he knew, it was easy to blow her cover, and he was walking away to let her play her games. Or because it was too easy, either way it was likely to infuriate her and he knew it.
He pushed his chakra into his perception field, just in case Umbra was still beyond annoyed with him he would have time to move. As for regretting something, the Stranger regretted one thing and one thing only. His birth, everything else was a child's game towards the end. As he walked away and knelt against the wall watching everyone else, he looked to be the epitome of the perfect soldier. Or he was teasing someone, you never really knew with the Stranger. Although he was slightly put out with Senri's reaction, in the forest she was much more fun and real. He didn't like her in front of other people, she was fake just like his mask. Just like this face and this body. It made him sad, and that was probably the reason for his moment of refinement, given five minutes it would probably dissolve and he would be back to normal... er abnormal.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 7:32 am
"Let no good deed go unpunished,"Umbra Uchiha Umbra waited for a heartbeat before she slowly lowered her sword after Koto had taken the Stranger away from her grasp. She turned her body to face the boy who displayed some fascinating abilities of speed, a jutsu to augment it, perhaps? She stoically waited as Haruki flailed around and tampered like a small child, not once unlocking her gaze from the boy who had come to the rescue. She hadn’t put her sword back yet, and for the remainder of the time that they had spent talking it had stayed out. She wasn’t amused with the Stranger and the Koto’s willingness to step in and save him was further proof of the boy’s incompetence. Koto seemed to be pleading for the boy’s life, he was willing to take the blunt of her fury to protect his life for whatever reason. When Koto met with her eyes again after his bow it was obvious that his pleas for compassion fell on a cold heart. There were tense moments of silence from the odd eyed girl before she slipped her sword back in its sheath. She turned her body slightly though her eyes remained transfixed on the heroic (or perhaps foolish) Koto. ”I never allow a third mistake, Koto. Remember this.” Umbra left it at that, she knew what was coming so she didn’t feel the need to drag this on any longer, it may make her task far more difficult in the longer run and if she got sidetracked now there was a risk of her botching her mission. That wouldn’t be acceptable. When the commotion had died down she turned her gaze over to the corpse puppet of Senri, so… another agent of the girl, or perhaps a precaution? She didn’t know what to make of him but she didn’t let it get under her skin, Umbra was new after all, and she was sure that Senri wanted to make sure that there was no room for failure in this task. Umbra could understand that. The needle in her neck however gave her pause for concern, she thought that Senri didn’t want to waste an antidote on her for her little concoction? Maybe the rules changed a bit and there she was going to need to stay there. She was given the vaccine, granted she wished she had gotten a little more warning about it before it was… gently… shoved into her neck by some gas-mask wearing crony.
Now came the part where she would have to continue waiting again for everyone to finish up their latest exam and settle down here were the last part of the exams would start, and Umbra would finish the first part of her mission. While she waited, she absently wondered what Koto meant when he was addressing this lackey of Senri? Who was this Haruki and why did he bother breathing? It was beyond her why such a boy was let into the ranks of the shinobi anyway, they standards must have been getting lax when it came to screening, that or the recruits and interviews were lazy and useless. Either scenario seemed just as likely to her than any other explanation that she came up with for herself."Let no evil deed go unrewarded."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 11:21 am
Uchiha Koto
"Your first cut..."
"I understand...I will remember this" he said meeting Umbra's cold eyes once more. He wondered... how it would feel to fight her... he smiled at the thought. He was finding all sorts of interesting rivals here.
He then turned his attention to Karoshi.... that reaction had sealed it for him... while he may have been wrong Koto sincerely felt that this had to be Senri. So before filling Haruki in on his...future business. he walked over to the Older looking boy and leaned in to whisper something that only the two of them would hear...
"Nobody else gets that angry when I compliment you...Jiki-hime...but I'll keep it to my self for now." he said making a note that he didn't feel any body heat coming off of this boy... "Try not to blush too much on the other end of this corpse puppet..Good bye for now...I hope I can see you again before it's too late..." he said to her with a mixture of mischief and sorrow in his voice...
After the exams he would have to cross the point of no return...
"Well I'd better go entertain Haruki...before he tackles another androgynous shinobi with a conspicuously poor ability to swear" he said with a side way glance to Karoshi as he walked away...
He turned his attention back to his young friend and upon reaching him putting and arm over his shoulder and whispering, "Now about that mischief...how do you feel about patricide?"
Koto's Theme (new)
"...Should be your last"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 5:23 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: ActiveOnce he was back to facing the room he deactivated his jutsu to replenish the chakra he had used to form the jutsu. It was not overly taxing but it required a little more chakra for him to form it on the go, considering he had only made it just today. He went to sit down when he felt an arm wrap around his arm. The Stranger went still until he had spied the owner of the "comrade" in question. Ah, Koto of course; in truth the Stranger had been so wrapped up in his stewing that he had not noticed the approach of the much taller man.
He was distracted, why was he so... He turned his gaze around Karoshi, he was not looking at the man, no he was looking at the chakra that oozed from him. It was hers... why did she? He shook himself back to a level a reality when Koto whispered the question in his ear. The thought intrigued him, made him smile even. Wickedness returned with a shimmering glow to his red eyes. Muttering loud enough to keep the conversation between himself and Koto,"Patricide. Noun, the act in which one kills their own father. Patri, father. Patronage; hmmm sounds pleasant. For me, not for him; for you? What do you seek? I like memento's, I doubt highly the petty monarch will allow me to live with the death of a jounin taijutsu instructor and his eyes in my possession. What can you hope to gain from a weakling of the clan like me?
You have seen the evidence. As much as others claim it seems to be truth, what advantage do you think I can offer; what can I gain from you."There was a hollowness in his voice, like bitterness and self loathing, like a candy wrapped in a shell of weakness. If Koto had been looking in his eyes, the glimmer wickedness was gone. Now his eyes held only a solemn sadness, he thought for a moment if he could escape this fleshy prison... if he could strengthen the walls of the prison. Recognition... for one person, just one not to look at him like he was trash. Hell trash got better looks than he did, from everyone; save for maybe Koto. Though Koto looked at everyone as if they had value, so the look as nice as it could be was not the same
He blinked his eyes once, and it was as if the sorrow was never even there."Although, it would be wicked fun. Even if I am not to receive a thing but the enjoyment of the fight, I accept. Though this Uchiha will not turn down a thank you card."The look had returned, even if it was only a mask, wrapped in a physical mask. It made it easier to hide the fact that he was miserable and angry at the world. For the greatest sin it had committed against him; allowing him to live weak. No matter what he did he remained as always, weak and pathetic. It was a wonder his sanity was holding out... or was it?
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 12:25 pm
Now that that drama was out of the way, Karoshi could only roll his eyes before returning his attention to Umbra. "I really wish they'd just die. Useless worms...they couldn't even carry out their first mission without almost starting a war with the Uzumaki." He snorted with a huff. Well, no use bitching about it now. He had more important things to cover.
"I locked the doors- All of them. I made the vent shafts inaccessible. There is virtually no way out, plus the poison will be fully spread within the room in less than five seconds." His tone with hushed, but he could care less if the others overheard. The guards outside the doors were there to ensure nobody was to escape. The feelings of sympathy that had once prickled his skin had long since vanished. These assholes thought it was okay to do as they pleased, ******** up their relations with other clans, and it wasn't just that. All of them were much too emotional and dysfunctional to be of use to the clan. They'd get what's coming to them. It was time to teach these worms a lesson.
"I apologize for the change of plan, but I felt it would be moot point to come walking back in here once everybody fell victim to the poison. The toxins would still be lingering about, so it would be pointless to come back without some sort of antidote." He raised both hands in apology and smiled devilishly beneath his mask. The way Karoshi carried himself was way different than Senri. He had a lax, but unsympathetic way of doing things. He was the sort to shoot now and ask questions later. Be that verbally or physically, something was off. Senri was there....but at the same time she wasn't.
1321+ 301 = 1622/2000
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 8:04 pm
Uchiha Koto
"Your first cut..."
"You're stronger than you think Haru-chin...." he said placing a hand on Haruki's shoulder and smiling...but not the warm comforting smile of a sempai encouraging his junior...no there was something welcomingly sinister. It was the smile of a predator rearing a cub.
"I'll explain more after the exams are over...for now focus on prooving me right...because in a clan whose claim to fame is a technique called the 'Copy wheel eye' you are the one thing they cannot afford to face...unpredictablity. That's why my need for you at my side extends far beyond an act of petty paternal vengence...we'll just call that...a working interview..." he concluding a murderous look in his eyes that spoke not only of a child's broken heart, but of an adults broken mind. This was a look into him that only Haruki's eyes would get to see...that only the stranger's mind could understand...
Koto's Theme (new)
"...Should be your last"
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:38 pm
Vinycent11 Sharingan, One Tomoe: ActiveThe next embrace made him look back to the much taller man. How he envied his height, well much of the physical capabilities really that he possessed a great deal sooner than most chunin, yet he was still a genin. He may not have had the the chakra in the manner everyone so commonly thought it should be displayed, but this boy was just as much a member as any other here.
He could only search quizzically into his face through his masked face, he thought him strong, pah. Maybe his Sharingan was diminished from lack of chakra; sort of like your brain choked of oxygen. However his next words struck a cord within him in a very different manner. He looked into Koto's eyes as he mentioned the interview and there was something there. Ever so faint, like a mirage in the middle of a moonless night.
Poor Karasu would have missed it, but the Stranger saw and more than even that he understood. Whatever the conversation with that familiar sibling, relative or whatever ties the woman had to him; it had broken something. Not the once whole mirror of Koto's outlook which was only cracked was now warped and shattered into jagged shards. Now what was reflecting in them was something unrecognizable save to maybe the Stranger; a kindred spirit?
His smile widened and he smiled nodding tightly, more of a head twitch that would be common among the criminally insane basket weavers unnamed in an asylum in some place called Arkham."Very well Koto, we shall see about the fine print but for now;"He held out his fist, back of the hand facing the ceiling, leveled at Koto's chest half way between him and the older genin. It was a sign of acquiesce should Koto accept it."To the Harbingers of ill repute, we have an accord."
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 7:30 am
"Let no good deed go unpunished,"Umbra Uchiha Umbra’s attention had turned to the dark presence of Karoshi as he told her about their first failure of a mission. Umbra frowned slightly at hearing such a disappointment, how could those bumbling idiots screw something like that up so completely? The Uzumaki were a neutral clan and now they had reason to come after the Uchiha because of some stupid warmongering genin? It was an agitation thought to be sure, though even more rage provoking was the thought that the clan lord let them live for such a crime that was so easily avoidable. Umbra’s face betrayed nothing of her thoughts of course, she watched and listened intently as she was brought up to speed on what was happening on the current situation concerning the exams. So, he had already made escape impossible? He was slick, she gave him that, she had thought about those escapes while she was looking around, but wasn’t sure how to ensure that the others didn’t escape through them when the gas came, she assumed that once the gas spread that it was already too late and it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Still, it was something that was noted for later, not that there would be any need for it. She assumed that this meant that those who were present were ready to start the next part of the exams, those who had failed were not here and those that were here were all going onto their graves, or at least the final round. She had no idea what to expect, but she was going to finish this as she had said. It would be interesting to see who lived and who died during this final part of the exam. Only those who were strong belonged in the clan, those who were not deserved a dog’s death.”It doesn’t matter the path that is taken, just so long as the end result brings victory.” With the doors locked now, there was no point in dragging this out any more than these simpering weaklings already seemed to have done. Umbra reached behind her and pulled something out of her pouch, a vial flipped into the air where she snatched it up tenderly with her lips, everyone’s attention was focused everywhere and it would be impossible to not attract any attention no matter what she did. Most people where on edge here, she had already seen that at least one of them could move so fast that it defined explanation other than he found a jutsu to do it. She just needed to make sure that the vial broke. Anything else was of no consequence. Umbra once more reached into the pouches around the back of her hips and forced her hands through them to grab multiple fistfuls of shuriken, with an elegant spin she launched her shuriken in a precise manner, quick to grab more of them when she made another one and once more launched them through the air as though everything was on clockwork. The vial fell from her lips where her right hand grabbed it, she spun the vial around her middle finger so that the cork was facing her where she flicked it towards the middle point of the shuriken, finally a kunai was launched immediately behind it.
Umbra had created an orb of shuriken with the vial in the middle of it, anyone trying to reach in to grab it would find their hand most likely permanently damaged, and even if they did grab the vial, the kunai was right on target to puncture the hand and break the vial anyway. That should ensure the success of the breaking. Regardless, Umbra watched carefully to make sure that nobody got any funny ideas. The movements sent the high tensioned room into something of frenzy. The wall that she targeted wasn’t too far off, and any weapons used to intercept would smash the vial immediately, judging by the glass’ thickness. Umbra was sure that she had created enough protection to ensure the vial did what the vial was supposed to do."Let no evil deed go unrewarded."
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 1:21 pm
Uchiha Koto
"Your first cut..."
Koto met Haruki's fist with his own and smiled. He was eager to enact his plans, but for now would have to focus on the completion of the exams...
He turned his attention to the other's in the room... he curiously found himself once again focused on Umbra. He watched her actions and studied her movements for a few moments. He impressed with his shuriken technique...he was no slouch himself but his specialty was closing distance quickly to take out a target. Her aim and angles were perfect.
he could've gotten at that vial. he'd be cutting it close...a roaring slash would disrupt the kunai with a sonic boom and create an opening to grab the vial...but his curiority was simply too much to bare and seeing what happended next, first hand... the prospect was too enticing.
"Something fun's about to happen my young Haru-chin... be ready" be ready he said with a smile...
It seemed this game might soon be at an end...
Koto's Theme (new)
"...Should be your last"
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Dedicated Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 4:00 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: ActiveThe Stranger's attention was pulled to a dizzying movement of deadly grace and potent accuracy. Umbra, had flipped what appeared to be a vial, out of her pouch. Then through a rather intricate dance, she started to throw shuriken and kunai this way and that in order to protect said vial; which by this point she had thrown. However, the Stranger couldn't care less if she broke her toy's or not; if he truly wanted it he would have taken it. That is what truly separated him from the other genin, his body was ultimately expendable; without even a formal guarantee of survival. He simply chose not to die so he did not, one day soon maybe never, there may be in fact a different choice.
For now the bottle with was oddly colored and he could only assume it had to be work of Senri's was now smashed against the wall. How boring, all it did was startle of few of the younger ones with the stark clarity only glass breaking could bring upon ones nerves. The Stranger had to stop and c**k his head to the side staring intently at the bottle then to Umbra, then once again to the corpse puppet."And I was told the EYE was unnecessary and brash. If she truly want to break the bottle without being impeded, she should have smashed it at her feet. If she was truly worried about someone being fast enough to stop her; at any point in time Koto could have intervened well BEFORE she even threw the shuriken."Sadly the Umbra had lost intriguing points and he continued to pout. Koto mentioned thoughts that similarly reflected his own. All he could say in response was,"That better be poisonous or I shall be cross for my boredom here in this room"
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