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 Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:19 pm
A place for shinobi. To rest in their homes that are hidden in the mist of the village. Here shinobi can rest after a hard day of training, or if they are bored they can lounge around. Whatever they want, for it is their house.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:23 pm
Takeshi almost dragged himself into the housing. "How could she have....?" He said to himself. He slowly grabbed his key that was hanging from the wall and made his way to his room. He unlocked the door, and trudged through. Afterward, he closed the door and locked it shut so that he could have some privacy. He fell down onto his bed and started to doze. "Meh. I'll change after I take a nap. It's going to take a while to get everything set up, anyways..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 4:14 pm
Shimo made it to his house although he had a hard time getting there since he was starring at the ground the entire way there. When he walked in he set down his gourd and began to walk toward his bedroom. Opening his closet he merely stood infront of it.
Slamming he head on the frame of his closet he found it a difficult for him to go to funerals. He hated them mostly because it seems to depress him even further than he already was although he didn't really show it. Finally he reached in the back of his closet and grabbed his funeral clothes and a black cover for his gourd. Putting on the his funeral attire he felt very odd.
Slipping the gourd in the black cover Shimo stood outside the housing area and waited for the funeral to being.
((ugh, it's a mess but I'm done))
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 5:21 pm
Takeshi awoke, quite some time later. He yawned and slowly opened his eyes. As he lifted himself up, he stretched out his arms, making him yawn again. "Funeral..." He mumbled to himself. Half as a reminder, and half as...disbelief would be the best way to put it. He hadn't been to one funeral since he had joined the village. Well...except for the funeral of the boy that he had killed. He was just lucky that the kid didn't have any parents.
He quickly took off most of his clothes, save for his boxers. He dug through his closet and found the funeral clothes that he had first worn about two years ago. He quickly put them on, and walked in front of a mirror. "Hm...not bad..." He made his way out the door and locked it again. He shoved the keys into his pocket and went out the door. There, he saw Shimo. He simply waved and walked off to a different part of the housing area.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 2:32 pm
(Enter, Ronmaru, from Mizukage's Office.)
Ronmaru moved quickly; he swapped attire completely, and was soon fully clothed in black. His mind was still on his short, soliloquy like speech earlier, but he soon shrugged it off; he had a funeral to attend, and a previous, wonderful Mizukage to honor with the presence of her faithful villagers. Even with that pride in his hands, a small bit of all those built emotions, those happy, short moments he'd had with the Mizukage...a small bit of all those emotions found its way down his cheek, and hit the ground with a thud that seemed to shake his world.
He set his katana on his bed, and turned to leave his home. He formed a single hand sign, and a clone appeared in front of him. With a brief nod, the clone backed up through the Hasako family's house into a large, open room. This room took up nearly eighty percent of his house, and was obviously built to endure some seriously powerful hits. A moat of water surrounded the pure concrete space, and Ronmaru leaped over it swiftly. "I just need to clear my head a bit..." He said to the clone, who merely nodded in agreement.
And with that the short spar began. The clone threw a fist to Ronmaru's right side, which he caught with ease. Ronmaru leaped backwards past the moat, and grabbed his katana from the bed. Of course, the clashing of steel would be silenced entirely by the extremely thick walls of the Hasako household, which was perfect for the heavy sword training he performed daily. With a more than usual ferocity he lunged through the air, and steel met steel as the combatants' katanas collided with a harsh scraping noise.
The two moved as if they were dancing, twirling, flipping, and dodging for nearly five minutes straight, neither landing a blow on the other. Ronmaru had the upper hand, and it was with finality that the clone was eventually surrounded in a Water Prison Jutsu. With his free hand, Ronmaru softened his chakra a bit in the prison, giving the clone only seconds to move before he impaled the prison with his katana, running the clone through the heart. The water from the prison hovered at the tip of the blade, not letting a drop loose as he poured it into the moat with his katana's water manipulation abilities. This left his sparring area completely dry.
"Now my head is clear....Mizukage....Shigurei Rei...no matter what you would've wished we title you, I shall honor your final passing..." He placed his katana on his bed, and left swiftly for the Hill.
(Exit, Ronmaru.)
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 4:41 pm
The somber arms still embrased him all the way home. Genji entered his flat, tossing his keys offhandedly onto the table next to the door. He stepped out of his geta sandals and sauntered as though into his bedroom with a turtle's speed. It was like ghostly hands had wrapped their fingers around his ankles and were weighing him down. His head hit the pillow instantly. There was only a little time to get ready, so there was no time for a nap, even after that tough, yet unfinished, spar with Ronmaru.
He opened his closet in search for his funeral wear. Genji looked fantastic in black. The mirror agreed. With a heavy sigh, Genji walked to the door and left his flat for the Mizukage's funeral.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 7:38 pm
Shimo wave to Takeshi as he walked away to another part of the housing area. Shimo was starting to get restless waiting around for notification of the start of the funeral so he thought it was best that he made his was to the funeral. For safety measures he thought it was best that he use a water clone to fill in for him just in case of a surprise attack of some sort. After doing the sign(s) necessary Shimo stated, "Water clone jutsu." With that word the water in gourd pushed out from the cork and formed a clone of Shimo. With the clone ready Shimo nodded to him as he leaped onto a roof following the clone on it's way to the funeral.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 5:52 pm
(Enter, Ronmaru.)
As soon as Ronmaru stepped into his house, he grabbed his katana and moved into the training area. After he formed the required hand seal, he formed three clones, each of them with a katana. "Alright....all three of you draw your weapons. You know the drill."
As they were commanded, the three clones drew their weapons. In a blur, Ronmaru's hand flew to the sheath of his own katana. In less than a second he'd struck one of them down without giving it a chance to react. The other two leaped back, and began to swing at him. In response, Ronmaru drew a kunai from his pouch, and blocked one sword with it. The other, he parried and impaled the second clone.
"Not bad...but it's over." He veered to the left, and threw the kunai at the clone. It met no avail, as the clone sliced it down to the ground. Ronmaru proceeded to move with his swing, and the last clone was ended swiftly. Without another word, Ronmaru placed his katana on the ground next to his bed. He changed into his sleeping clothes, and drifted into a sleep more haunted by nightmares than actual sleep.
A spell of seven hours later, he woke up quickly. He'd been informed before he left the funeral of a meeting of his team, which was to take place in the Kaguya Cave. Without taking much time to consider, he changed into his clothes, grabbed his katana, and left for the cave.
(Exit, Ronmaru, to Kaguya Cave.)
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:29 pm
(Dude, like, nevermind. XD )
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