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Servant Boy Kabuto Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:33 pm
This will be where most of the miscellaneous roleplaying will occur, since sometimes there is just no one building you wish to romp around.
The rules are simple; Don't do anything stupid. You follow this, and you will be fine. The TOS are important, for I will not take the fall because you're not smart enough to read, and finally, don't piss me off, though I suppose that would fall under rule number one, now wouldn't it?
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:38 pm
Having led Saiyelle out of the hospital room, and out the main entrance, Kabuto took in the fresh air of this section of Otogakure. He supposed that to a newcomer the sight might bring about some feelings of wonderment, or something of the like, but to him it was the same old sights he saw everyday, and to be honest...It wasn't all that different from all of the other villages, other than the way in which the village was divided. It was more like a group of bases, and such, but it had shops and life throughout the spaces in between, just like normal.
Looking over at the blue one, he eyed her eerily, gauging her reaction, wanting to see what happened, if she was overwhelmed or not. To say he was mildly curious at the whole situation would have been correct...Technically. The best kind of correct.
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Servant Boy Kabuto Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 8:40 pm
All too anxious to see the streets of Otogakure, Saiyelle had taken the time to trade her hospital gown for little more than her skirt, gloves, and goggles, leaving behind her shoes and shirt, nothing but the blue wraparound strap she used as a bra covering her upper (and meager) girlie bits. It was thus adorned, bare blue toes gripping the edge of the medical center's top stair, that she stood in awe, staring at the odd village that laid before her. She closed her eyes and took her first deep breath of Otogakure air, held it a moment, then let it out with a sigh, eyes snapping open, prepared to take it all in.
A couple things processed at once--her unfamiliarity with the village, her vulnerability in the village, and the infamous people inhabiting the village--and suddenly she took on a good bit of caution. Her eyes snapped back to Kabuto as she suddenly bolted off her stair, scampering over to his side like a frightened pup, there to seize up his left arm in her own scrawny blue ones, hugging herself close to him as if he were some sort of guardian.
Only then would she lift a beaming face up to Kabuto, a thin and fragile grin masking over and shunning back the frightened child of her past. "Okay! I'm ready, Yaku-Kabu-san! Let's explore Ototo!!!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 6:36 pm
Looking down at the spazzy girl before him, Kabuto felt an odd pressure on his arm. Apparently, the blue-one had chosen to flee from the hospital stoop, and scamper to his side like a small and frightened puppy who didn't know what to do with themselves. And she had decided to also use his arm as a leash of sort, and he couldn't help but attempt to shake her off of him. Though it was to no avail, as he wasn't trying as hard as he probably should have been.
With a sigh, he slowly made his way down the slightly busy streets of Otogakure, leading the child with his arm, and attempting not to be thrown too far off balance by the freakish height differences.
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Servant Boy Kabuto Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 7:15 pm
Saiyelle was easily led, as she had no real clue as to which way they'd be going and therefore no sort sense of direction to place in her feet. Her eyes were wide and staring in every which-way, eagerly taking in every sight, totally oblivious to any awkward glances her blue complexion might have earned from passers-by, or even if there were any passers-by. Indeed, it seemed she was all too preoccupied with finding a sense of Otogakure's geography to really process the sorts of people who lived there, or the sorts of things they did. There was only one person she cared about at the moment, aside from her tour guide, and even his heinous deeds didn't seem to penetrate the glassy bliss that protected her from the world's cruel realities.
"So...where does Dor--...er, I mean, Oro-san...Where does Oro-san live?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 1:27 am
__A strange, twig of a woman with matted black hair sat with her legs laying out in front of her in a random, quiet location. She was flipping a dagger with an odd purple tint to the blade in her hand, being careful to catch the handle every time. She seemed rather bored, and that ever-so-innocent gleam in her green eyes spoke volumes' worth of wanting to go assassinate something. At least it'd give my daggers something to do, she thought.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:42 pm
Emil, messenger of the Sound Vlllage, cleared the distance between the northern-most base and the central village in a shorter period of time than a regular shinobi, an asset credited to the ability to run at speeds that are unnaturally fast. The message of a mission was burned carelessly into the skin of his back by one of his higher-ups. He set out for the home where a woman named Hitomi resided, and knocked lightly on the door with one gloved hand.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 10:36 pm
The knock was met with a swift opening of the door by a thin woman, glaring at the person knocking. She kept one eye on the person and the other on the dagger she held in her free hand, a purple liquid dripping off the diagonally-pointed tip. Her words were short, but simple: "What?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:01 pm
Emil averted his attention from her weapon with difficulty, having only noted it because of the smell of the deadly liquid that permeated its tip, having a heightened sense of smell. The blind shinobi paused, uncertainly. The woman seemed calm, however, and the beat of her heart told him that she was not particularly tense or angry at the intrusion.
"I come bearing a message for Hitomi-san, from Lord Orochimaru," he said in a dead voice, a smile false gracing his lips. "May I come inside?" He seemed tense, despite his friendly exterior.
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