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 Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 5:53 pm
~::Shimazu Guardian Clan Summer Home::~
~::Shimazu Summer Home - Residential District Inaba::~
The Shimazu Summer Home is essentially just how it sounds, a refuge outside of the Isle of Kyushu on the mainland of Japan where members of their Clan can stay when they are traveling for whatever reason through the country. While small homes are kept by distant members of the clan throughout the country, they are rarely used and mostly remain the homes of those who keep them during the times when they are not in use by the main family. They are not particularly large or nice, but they are adequately furnished with a relatively large space off the deck in the back yard for practice, which is all that the Clan generally requires in a home. If it is fit for training, it is fit for a Shimazu. The rest of the decorations and furnishings are mostly added at the last second by the more...aesthetically astute (Izuru) members of the clan.
Tended until now by one of those distant retainers, this particular home is now the temporary residence of the dispatch of the clan which has come to the mainland from Kyushu to the Inaba area. Technically lead by the Clan Heir Shimazu Roranora Zoro, most of the upkeep and intellectual work is done by the more outgoing Yoshiyuki Izuru or the clan's only (partially) sane (appearing) member, Botan Ana.
Needless to say, those who pass by the residence or are lucky (unlucky) enough to come inside are often treated to an entertaining experience...if not relatively dangerous.
...Welcome to the Shimazu Guardian Clan Summer Homel...Watch out for flying swords!...
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 6:37 pm
~Shimazu Yoshiyuki Izuru of the Shimazu Guardian Clan~
(Location: Inaba Residential District, Shimazu Guardian Clan Home) It was dark inside of the house, save for the eerie golden light of the moon peeking in through the straight white curtains hanging over the windows. Silly extra hour, wedging itself into the day like it had always been there...he could remember when it wasn't, so it was useless to pretend like it had been! Though it had been what, thirteen years since the Dark Hour had begun appearing in the world at midnight every night, sending out its mournful color through the sky and its oppressive air through the towns and cities of Japan and the world alike. Thinking about it now, that was probably why there weren't any appliances built in to keep the house running against the Dark Hour, since the retainers who kept an eye on their homes were rarely empowered to withstand such things. They were probably somewhere transmogrified into a coffin right now, slumbering away through the hour as though things around them weren't cast amidst some creepy, supernatural stew. It was pretty disturbing if you let yourself think about it too long...fortunately, thinking about things for too long was never one of his strongest suits. Pushing thoughts of their poor, coffin-dwelling house-sitter to the side, Izuru made a mental note to get in touch with somebody would could outfit their home with some '25th Hour' appliances so they weren't spending an hour every night living like some sort of backwoods hobos. After all, he needed his bathwater at just the right temperature if he didn't want strange blotches on his otherwise-perfect skin, and there was no way he was going to wash his hair in anything other than boiler-heated, treated water. And then there was cooking, of course, and while he could make many of his vegetarian burgers and other meals over an open fire if he had to, he absolutely loathed the lack of precision and preferred to make his meals in smoothies in low, fat-reducing grills in the house and on broil so that he could perfectly monitor them to just the right flavor and consistency. And of course, smoothies were a must. Couldn't make a delicious, no-fat fruit smoothie without a blender. Where was he, again?
That's right, he was in front of the house right now touching up a few of the rose bushes that he had insisted the groundskeeper plant during the planning stage for some of their homes outside of Satsuma a while back, when he was younger, and now that he was in the town to witness what they had become first-hand he was only mildly pleased. Their groundskeeper had kept them alive and healthy, but they hardly had an eye for the aesthetic value of things! They were wild, not trimmed properly, and that was what brought Izuru out to the front of the home at this odd hour (because there was nothing else to do and he couldn't assuage his hunger without the proper tools!) with his chained sickles wielded in either hand, eyes glimmering with confidence as he stared down the offending bushes that stood before him. Roses were certainly beautiful, but those bushes needed to be tamed. Tamed, not trimmed. And there was no one with the disposition for taming a wild rose bush more than Shimazu Yoshiyuki Izuru...beauty, after all, was his specialty. From his gorgeous, silken strands of teal green hair to his shimmering eyes and perfectly-trimmed eyebrows, down to his stylish clothes (often imported since they didn't exactly have a designer shops in Satsuma) and his stereotypically bishounen demeanor. Roses were practically an extension of him, fluttering out in all directions every time he assumed a sexy pose! Never mind that he barely knew the first thing about gardening or that he had never trimmed a rose bush in his life, these things were certain to be putty in his hands and bend at his every whim at the tips of his kusari-gama. Which, while they weren't exactly garden sickles, they were definitely maybe close enough that it wouldn't make a difference, right? Right! He smiled coyly at the bushes and twirled one of the blades in his hands, dangled by the chain, with a low hum of laughter gathering in the back of his throat beneath the green sky.
"Few are the petals which bear the beauty of the rose. Alas, it is the rose which also bears the thorn. However, my thorns are sharper," his smooth voice echoed in the front of the home, and then like a silver flash his chained scythe lashed across the distance in a series of slashes and swipes that were practically invisible to the eye, his skill with the weapon evident as weeds and stray pieces of the bush flew off in every direction, trimming down the bushes until they appeared to be something much more perfected than they were before he began. Tugging suddenly on the chain of his outstretched weapon, a single rose sliced just below the flower was tossed into the air and landed lightly in the palm of his outstretched hand just as he recounted the two large sickle blades by the handle in his other. Smirking brightly, he lowered his nose to the flower and took a deep breath, inhaling the luxurious scent of the petals with great pleasure, his green hair lifted lightly by the breeze as his lips curled into a wide, thin smile. "Magnificent," he seemed to purr as the bushes before him were carved to utter perfection...a purr which suddenly stopped when out of nowhere, suddenly, a large diagonal chunk of one of the bushes dropped to the side and onto the grass below where his attacks had apparently gone off-course. It seemed that perhaps, his weapons were a little different from a standard garden sickle after all? His face fell and the rose that had fallen into his hand dropped to the grass beneath his feet, knees giving out as he sunk to them and threw his hands into the air, head back dramatically before crying out.
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!"
And thus was the town of Inaba introduced to the sultry voice of Shimazu Yosuyuki Izuru. For better or worse...
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 8:09 pm
::Shimazu Guardian Clan Heir - Shimazu Roranora Zoro aka Zoro Of the Three-Swords::  The world was placed under the dark veil of the Dark Hour, everything seemed to reflect a green glow from the sky above; with a tint of gold from the gleam of the moon. Everyone was either awake or in a floating coffin, it wasn’t really that big of a deal. Back at home there were a few higher ups that took this hour as a serious case, their members turning into coffins while the ones that survive have incoming supernatural activity on the rise. Things were a bit difficult for the Shimazu clan when something like that was to happen, and they would heavily rely on Zoro and his siblings to handle thing; for they were strong enough to get the job done with minor difficult. Despite the hassle that came with the Dark Hour, Zoro would treat this like it was morning; expecting a nice hefty breakfast meal along with a bottle of sake. Furthermore, he would be doing his morning sessions of sword practice, and dragging along the rest of the Shimazu clan to go along with it; whether they would like it or not. There was just something about this ominous wind that slowly passed through the outside, the sight bringing up the anxiety, the thought of something out there waiting and watching until it had a chance to strike you down in cold blood….this made it absolutely perfect for Zoro to train in. He couldn’t have asked for a more fitting environment for his skills to come alive, out here he didn’t felt a need to fully hold back on his training. It was as if he was in the midst of an ongoing battle against some unknown dark force, with no signs of winning, no signs of losing, which made the only option for Zoro to keep pushing forward until he could get an outcome of this battle.
Outside seemed to be the perfect way to get some decent exercise done. Zoro had already completed his session, he always manage to do so before training the others. His exercise involved strapping himself down with cuffs on his wrists and ankles, each holding being attached to an iron ball with an absurd amount of weight to them. He would then proceed with his basics, thrusts, slashes, and stance. This training was meant to proceed in a slow pace, adding pressure to the muscles as well as torturing way to prefect his performance in the fights. His way of training was just crazy, far too much for any normal man to actually achieve, but Zoro was different; unlike most others of the clan, he did not fully comprehend his own limits and thus he was able to break them so that he may go to new heights. When picking up the speed the training were more intense, thrusts were up to 150, for five reps with only a 3 second break, his sword slashes were up to 260, nine reps. He would have to do them all in under five minutes, to this point he manage to get it done under 3.5 minutes…wasn’t enough to break his record which meant that later on he would have to work twice as hard to get himself to that point again.
For now, it was time for one of his sibling’s daily training. He had already suffered enough yesterday by Zoro’s method for making him faster, and the day before that Izu was trying to hide from Zoro’s training; good thing he found them and brought the pain to his swordplay. Now it was time for his sister to go through some good fashion training, she was a bit more willing to do so than the others which made Zoro happy. Although she was like a sword in the making, still rough and blunt, but with the right forging she could be a great swordsman like him. She started off with Zoro’s special push-ups, by balancing herself on one pull while doing them while performing a handstand, along with 50 lbs of weight on her legs. Zoro did not see a point in holding back in training, if they wanted to be better they would have to push themselves beyond normal means, and Zoro would be more than willing to help them along the way with that. Now it was time for his sister’s final training hour, a full length sparring match with him. Though he wasn’t going to use any of his swords nor attack, she was still young to face his fangs. “Come on, you’re slacking…maybe I need to amp your training a little.” said the heir as he manage to dodge another strike yet again from his little sister. His eyes stared on at her, looking cold and merciless, as if he was staring down at an enemy. “You’re opponent won’t be as easy if you allow them that much wiggle room, you should be faster than this.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 6:44 am
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The dark hour. It held no meaning to her, having been a constant in her life. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember a time before it like her brothers could, could not remember when the hidden hour was not there for any significant amount of time. It had stopped once for a while, but during that period of time, the world felt incomplete. To her, it wasn't really a hidden hour, or a supernatural event. It existed just as the sun existed, mocking the beauty of the moon with the green tinge it added to everything, the heavy atmosphere of the night it multiplied, the world it distorted. It was difficult to imagine life without it, and if she tried, all it gave her was a headache and a bad (worse) mood. To her, it was a natural occurrence, and although she had been told it was not, the mechanism for it must have always been there for it to ever come into existence anyways. Unfortunately, this wasn't really a pressing matter, for there were no signs of it disappearing again, and even if there were she would not notice them. The only thing in her head right now on the hour was the same thoughts that Zoro had. It was a good time to train.
"Stand still you FRAKKING IDIOOOTTT!!"
She hurled herself towards him, sword coming down in an arc, slightly sloppier than normal due to her now invoked anger. He was... he was playing with her! The no swords thing was forgivable, even Ana could recognize that she was no match for the heir, a man almost a foot taller than her, who had about 100 lbs. on her, and who had practiced much, much longer than she had. Okay, that was fine. But this...? This open mockery of her skills! She would not stand for it! Again she slashed, applying as much force as she could in the attack, one that could easily kill a man if he wasn't careful. This aim to kill would hardly faze any of her brothers. For one, they were obnoxiously oblivious to her angry shouts. They were also extremely lucky and able to avoid any knives to the throat in their sleep. One day though... one day... Ahem, what were we talking about again? Ah yes! There was really no point in holding back your strength, especially around the Shimazu siblings. Not in training, not in battle, not in real life. If she was going to do something, she was going to go at it all out. And so, with this belief firmly rooted in her head, Ana did everything with murderous intent, because really, what other intent was there that didn't bring shame along with it? She couldn't think of one. More slashes were furiously aimed at her brother, each 'schwing' of air reacting to blade only fueling her anger. That was always the sound of failure. She stepped forward and thrust, then dipped down and attempted to leg sweep him, both of which he avoided, and then she twirled and thrust her dagger, not her sword at him. If anyone were to watch, it could be said that her fighting style looked more like a tribal dance than anything else, heavy footed stomps, and spins holding a certain form of grace, even if the actual person performing was quite a few miles away from graceful. With each demand of blood shed, Zoro had a response, finishing her figurative sentence before she even had the chance to get started, letting her know her inferiority and place beneath him as a swordsman. Don't get me wrong, Ana was good at what she did, but Zoro... Zoro was better, the best, even. For this she held immense respect, but something burned alongside that respect. She wanted to win more than anything, her one and only passion being combat. She wanted to be the best that Zoro was, hold the sword with the skill in precision that he did.
With a scowl, she paused, eyeing his still form as if appraising the other cowboy during the moments before a shoot off, brows furrowing as he mirrored her circling movement. She liked to move when she was thinking, battle having her grown accustomed to constantly being on her toes. He wanted her to be more swift, than so be it. Running in a zig-zag pattern, Ana waited to launch herself before she was in relatively close range, using her right leg to catapult herself, and her left leg to kick him where it hurts. She swung her sword to the right side as fast as she could, aiming for his head. There was only one way he could really run to avoid the attack, the left, leaving her, if she was swift enough, an opportunity to catch herself on the ground and relaunch to where he would be, dagger thrusting forward to his legs and ultimately wounding him. Unless, of course, he decided to actually block the attack, but uh... Well, Ana doesn't think her plans through all the way, not when she's so worked up. Which is always.
Faintly, in the distance, the cries of the second eldest could be heard. What a drama queen.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 8:04 am
~Shimazu Yoshiyuki Izuru of the Shimazu Guardian Clan~
(Location: Inaba Residential District, Shimazu Guardian Clan Home)Okay, so gardening wasn't really his strong suit. His attempt to trim the rose bushes into something more beautiful had left him in some measure of despair, but he had recovered from the shock when he discovered just how fabulous he looked with one of the cut roses tucked neatly within his front shirt pocket. His eyes shined as the sparkles practically shimmered around his tall, handsome body, his face creasing into a smile again when he moved back into the house to start back to work on something that he absolutely was sure he wouldn't wreck. After all, if there was one thing in the world that he was particularly skillful at it was maintaining his painfully bishounen features...a necessity if he was going to go out into the town eventually and get a jump-start on finding the love that had avoided him (or rather, he had avoided it as the women were not particularly subtle...or in many cases, not related to him) back in the village outside of Satsuma. Inaba was a new frontier, a place where he could meet new, beautiful women with even more wonderful personalities and spread his flowery theories on life and love to more and more people! He intended to find his own love here, the Juliet to his Romeo, the Leia to his Han Solo, the Adam to his Eve without the temptation of the snake and the whole being tossed out of Eden thing. Okay, maybe Adam and Eve weren't the best comparison, but you have to admit that Romeo and Juliet was right on. They're practically the Ur Example of romance and poetry! Both of which he loved and believed himself to be excellent at, by the way. Where was he? Oh, that's right. Grooming! Izuru Shimazu was an ally of the ladies! An Ally of Love! How could he get anybody to listen to him and watch him for more than a few minutes if he didn't look absolutely ravishing?! It was unthinkable, right? Thus he had become, in addition to his standard swordsmanship and mastery of the kusarigama, the preeminent authority in all the Shimazu Village on fashion and beauty and flowers and...well, if he weren't so popular with the ladies they probably would have mistaken him for a bender. But he wasn't, and he was here now, and where in the world were his tiny scissors?! How was he expected to keep his eyelashes perfectly trimmed if he couldn't find his tiny scissors? Honestly...
On a quest now to locate his beloved grooming tool, the teal-haired swordsman made his way out of the bathroom of the house with the rose still tucked inside of his chest pocket and slid through the kitchen towards the back of the house where two of his siblings were still training. Still! It made him sigh and toss his hair (fabulously) towards the side, folding an arm over his chest to rest the fingers lightly on his bicep as he observed the fierce exchange between them. Though it would be impossible for most to follow movements and skills such as those, and while he himself certainly didn't look like the most athletic or talented warrior amongst the group that had come to Inaba, his eyes followed them without the least bit of trouble and he could spy each and every weakness that the elder exploited to maintain his upper hand on their sister. Of course, he wouldn't be caught dead out there still training now during the Dark Hour, having finished his training much earlier, only to leave his other siblings behind to continue their mindless repetitions of the style that their fathers had taught them. He knew they were only trying to become stronger, but Izu was of the mind that all work and no play most certainly made you a dull boy. And women did not appreciate dull boys. Which meant that he had to be a much more well-rounded person if he wanted to be appealing, which meant he needed to get out and do more than just wield swords if he wanted to live up to his (self-proclaimed) title of 'Ally of Love!' And now he was getting off-topic again. Still, he couldn't rightly interrupt them in the middle of an exchange this heated, even if he was desperate to find the location of his tiny scissors somewhere in the house. Who among them would even use them in the first place? He had wondered, but he really couldn't figure it. None of them had been looking particularly well-groomed lately, nor their hair coiffed or their eyebrows or lashes trimmed. Rather, they looked much more like what they actually were...islanders from a remote village who spent most of their time eschewing modern civilization and whipping around deadly weapons with remarkable skill and precision. It was best, if he was going to delicately broach the question of the location of his scissors, to do so in as gentle a manner as possible. ...Which was to say, by tactlessly calling out when the match seemed out of hand. Which it was now, and from the start. Zoro wasn't exactly gentle with his training, and he knew that firsthand.
"Zorooo~! Ana! My cute little sister," the flamboyant and fashionable Shimazu called out as he stepped onto the small deck and looked at the dueling duo with wide, smiling eyes. Lips creasing into a grin that matched the sparkle in his gaze, he leaned against the frame of the rear door and waited for them to turn any of their attention to him...or not...before continuing on, with his absolutely necessary inquiry, "would any of you perchance know the location of my tiny grooming scissors?" If there was anything silly or ridiculous in his question he didn't seem to care or notice, instead watching them calmly as he waited for their response. If they had taken them in order to start trying to groom themselves to be as pretty as he was he would probably, actually, be quite proud of them for taking charge of themselves. If they needed tips on fashion and how to look like stereotypical bishies, though, they should have asked him! Though in Ana's case, it would probably be less like a bishounen and more like...well, a fabulously lovely young woman. Ah, yes, he was sure he could see it now! He would make her into the belle of the ball! Not that they had ever gone to a ball...or that she would ever be caught dead at one, but still, he would make her such! He was Michelangelo, and she would be his Sistine Chapel! Only if she agreed, of course.
Though more likely if they had stolen his scissors, it was to use them as a stabbing weapon against one of their siblings in their sleep. Probably him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:08 am
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Just as she was about to finish the execution of her attack, the absurdly peppy voice of Izuru invaded her ears, immediately providing a nice headache to offset the pleasant ease of training. How nice of him. Instead of pulling off the miracle move and finally landing a hit on Zoro, the distraction that her insufferable brother provided was enough to send her wobbling off course, and skidding to a rough halt on the ground. She whipped around to face him, a look of intense annoyance gracing her features. What in God's name could that buffoon possibly want? "Shut up and get. out. of. here." Sure, there are nicer ways to greet a family member, or anybody for that matter, but how could she be bothered with such petty formalities when it was a necessity to his own survival for him to just stop talking. It really left her with no choice but to cut to the nitty gritty. For Izuru's safety, of course. I mean, it's not like she minded him spectating, but interrupting the battle? That was worthy of death. She sighed, as he, like the fool he was, just continued to talk on, like her implied threat had never happened.
Ana's breath became shaky with barely contained fury. Her eyebrow twitched. "Why the FRAK would I know where your stupid scissors are?! Do I look like I'd take them, idiot?" Well yes, actually, she did, but only for the purpose of stabbing his throat while he slept. She paused, hands balled into fists meant to wipe smiles off of the faces of morons. She hated morons. "Since you're so distressed over the matter, though, come over here and I'll groom your stupid hair with my sword!" The roar was as loud as it was sincere, which is to say, very loud, and very, very sincere. If he so much as took a step towards her as a way of challenge, she would bash his face into the ground and then chop off his hair. It would be the sweetest victory ever tasted as he mourned his loss. Oh yes... Snapping out of the fantasy with a rough jolt and resumed glare, Ana looked away and unclenched her fists, fingers wiggling back and forth in an attempt to ease her nerves. Try as she might, despite her absolute loathing of all things moronic, Ana couldn't quite bring herself to completely hate the second eldest of the green headed quartet. This, however, only succeeded in giving her voice the strength to be that much louder when she yelled.
"Sorry Zoro. We'll have to continue this in a few moments. The Madam needs help finding something. Now then... Let's think. Where was the last place you saw your scissors?" The (kind of) calm words sounded odd coming from a mouth which usually yelled at least 90% of the day, and slept the other 10, and one might have to question to themselves 'What sort of trap is this?' but it was no trap. Rather the result of Ana pinching herself reeaaaallly hard on the arm to keep the angry feelings from surfacing. Even then she couldn't keep the insults completely at bay, but it was a start. Honestly, if this had been anyone else besides one of her brothers, their heads would already be rolling on the floor, mouth gaping like a fish trying desperately to catch food, and she would be cleaning her blade, 'hmphing' as if nothing had happened. Or maybe not. The point is, her patience is not given often and when it is, is not given generously. Lucky, lucky Izuru.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 1:25 pm
~Shimazu Yoshiyuki Izuru of the Shimazu Guardian Clan~
(Location: Inaba Residential District, Shimazu Guardian Clan Home)One of the best (or worst however you wanted to look at it) traits that Izuru had as a brother to the rest of his family was that he had a rather acute case of selective hearing when it came to the threats that were continuously made against his life by them. They had been lobbed his way so often with so many non-or-failed attempts actually made against it that he barely even paid them any mind, even when the most horrible of threats were thrust upon him. Hell, Zoro practically made a living out of threatening to cut them to ribbons if they didn't pick up the pace in their practices and improve their technique, but if had been some time since he last got truly angry at his eldest younger brother, mostly because as much as they all hated to admit it, his technique was perfectly refined when he actually got serious enough to use it. His disinterest and elsewhere focus kept him from ever quite averaging the top-level talent that was possessed by the likes of Zoro, but there was no denying that Izuru Shimazu was formidable when his fingers wrapped around the handles of Kazeshini with the intent to draw blood. Unfortunately, his intentions were usually much the same as had been witnessed earlier...carving rose bushes and practicing some other non-battle routine that might otherwise win the affections of some beautiful (and apparently superficial) lady. But that was neither here nor there. What it did pertain to was the ill-intentioned growling of his little sister as she brandished her weapons with the intent to carve a chunk out of his glorious hair or worse. That was where the selective hearing came in, you see. It was no wonder then that he hardly seemed to notice her low, clear threat to leave, and when she screamed at him that she didn't know where his scissors were he barely noticed that her voice had been raised, so used to the insanely high volume that it was practically an 'indoor-voice' to him now. At least when it came to her. In fact, that she threatened to 'groom' his hair with her sword it was practically like she was inviting him to come play with her, like a good little sister might invite her older brother to help her get ready for a school dance or something! Or maybe there was just something cracked inside of his head that made him so optimistic, but that was more of a matter of opinion than fact in either direction. Right? Right!
"Ana-chaaan~it's sweet of you to offer, but you know I don't let just anyone cut my hair," the flamboyant swordsman beamed, clearly missing he threat in her statement and focusing on the adorable fact that his cute little sister had just asked him to allow her to play with and style his hair! It was as though a prayer was being answered for the eccentric, teal-haired member of the clan, his sister finally coming out of her tomboyish shell and asking him to allowed her to dabble in the generally feminine pastime of fashion and makeovers (not that he cared what gender guidelines though, judging by his own infatuation with taking care of himself being much worse than some supermodels), and while his eyes certainly gained an extra layer of shine and sparkle he resisted the urge to sing a little or shout out his joy in some annoyingly excited fashion. After all, there was still the desperate matter of his missing tiny scissors. He couldn't rest until he had relocated that necessity of his daily grooming ritual, and while it was true that his brothers and cute little sister were about as likely to use them for their proper purpose as they were to walk down the street naked wearing a clown shoes, he couldn't help but wonder if they had accidentally used them for something other than grooming (which they were not meant to be used for, by the way! Though he could forgive them for the mistake once he found them again.). It was useless to ask Zoro, he supposed, since everyone knew that the only tool he ever used for anything, including shaving, were his remarkable swords. He had even attempted to use them to chop vegetables once back in Satsuma, which had been the end of that particular home's kitchen for the better part of a year. That was, again, beside the point. Fortunately, he didn't have to ponder on the older sibling for very long as his younger sister descended from the heavens like the innocent little angel she was to extender her hand in courtesy and help him find his lost item! His smile grew a bit wider, if that was possible, and by now he was only barely containing his boyish delight at his irresistibly adorable little sister. How in the world had someone so charming been unable to maintain a boyfriend for all these years, particularly when Izu had made such a regular habit of bringing home dashing (in at least some fashion) young villagers and townspeople to meet her, was unfathomable! But he wasn't going to give up on her, oh no, not even close! In fact, a new town meant a whole new set of potential boyfriends! He just hoped she could contain herself when he started bringing them back...he'd hate to have to play the 'tough' big brother if they tried to take her too far! Though the thought made him scream inside of his head in a childish delight. Huh? Tiny scissors? Oh, right! And as if he'd even realize that when she said 'The Madam' she was referring to him. He was a guy, after all! Just silly, really...
"That's easy," Izuru chuckled warmly under his breath, bringing his long fingers to rest on his chin in a thoughtful pose (it made you smarter if you took that pose, right?) and then smirked confidently, "I only ever keep my tiny scissors in my pearl-white grooming kit atop the vanity in my bedroom. They sit between my vibrating, anti-plaque toothbrush and advance-whitening strips on the left, and the solar-powered hair straightener and product. Putting it anywhere else would just be silly." He laughed lightly, an airy, pleasant sound that would be lovely to anybody who wasn't related to him, having heard it enough times to be annoyed by it, and then shook his his head as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "As it were, however, I checked before and I simply couldn't find it there. I can only imagine that they must have been misplaced, though I'm certain that it was not I...you don't think Kenshi wanted to play with them, do you?" Really, that was the most likely option in his mind...that, or Ana taking them for secret grooming because she was too shy to admit that she wanted to look pretty. But now that she was opening up about wanting to help him groom, maybe she could admit it and come clean? But not in front of Zoro, of course not. It would be their little secret.
And at this rate, more than likely, he'd take it to the (early) grave.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 2:43 pm
::Shimazu Guardian Clan Heir - Shimazu Roranora Zoro aka Zoro Of the Three-Swords:: His word’s probably hit a nerve somewhere in his sister’s head, but Zoro couldn’t tell she was always such a fiery person. It was both a wondrous and hazardous trait to have, impressive to see her put everything she have into her attacks, but sad to see that the anger was clouding her mind. The two were much alike, they each hold a heavy amount of murderous intent, both shown unable and unwilling to hide it. He could feel it radiating through her blades as she came to attack him, her body was just spreading an aura of ill intent towards the heir; Zoro met them with his own lethal atmosphere. Her style was more unique than the other Shimazu samurai; she used both a dagger and a blade in a berserk fashion. Each attacking in a swift motion, leaving almost no room for dodging, nevertheless Zoro manage to ease away from her attacks. She was upset because of this, and so her moves were becoming less polished and more wild, Ana was always deemed as the little wild child from the clan so it was sort of fitting, “your strikes are too wide, close the distance.” he said to her as he continue to pull away. His arms were crossed, eyes dead set on her sister as she came in for another attack, she seem to be serious now; sword showing its effort in striking to kill. She was going to do it, she might actually make Zoro use his blade for once, but then the distraction came, Izu shown up to the little sparring session. The sister’s attempt to do the impossible was halted, another chance like that wouldn’t be able to come for another few days of practice, was sad really; Zoro turned around to face his brother already hinting at some mild irritating at his untimely arrival.
“Izu, it’s about time you showed your mug.” he said sounding exactly the same, nonchalant yet cold, even if he was a bit peeved. Izu was the looser member of the bunch, a bit too loose for Zoro’s likening. He had no purpose in training under the sword and frequently avoid Zoro’s training attempts, which in turn made it much worse for him when Zoro actually catches him. His younger brother was more interested in picking up girls, ranting on with his poetic nonsense; it was a daily chore to put up with Izu’s romanticism. Though Zoro had no collection of what exactly was the point he was trying to get through when he recites some poem, but one thing was for sure, it wasn’t involving anything that goes into training. He wondered where he had gone off to. If it was a date, then it was probably done and over with since the Dark Hour turned the lady into a floating Coffin. And now he was here again, not to ask if he could get in on the action, but to ask on where his scissors had been located to. “You came here…interrupting our match….FOR SCISSORS?!” his burst of anger was always insured when Izu was around, or even Kenshi when he does something. This was just unbelievable; did he just think that he could get away with something like? His appearance mattered not to Zoro, nor should it matter to him. “God dammit Izu….ever time..” This was just insufferable to the heir of their clan, and to think that if Zoro wouldn’t get a wife and bare no child then it would fall to Izu to take up the mantle in the future….the thought was just horrifying, “Either you can go find your own scissors, or you’ll be staying for training..”
He looked towards his sister Ana, as a signal to return to training, but she had other plans. She was actually going to help Izu look for something so futile, which had nothing to do with anything but to benefit Izu in gathering another unfortunate woman to his grasp. “Your…kidding..” his voice was low, showing signs of disbelief. She was actually going through with this, why? Was it because that Zoro was going easy on her, was she really that mad because he wasn’t using his own swords against her. The two were bickering over the scissors, a vein started to swell on his forehead, and now Ana had dare to skip her training before being officially excused. His hands were placed on his, “I see…so I have been going soft on you all.” Not only was he addressing Ana, but Izu as well. He was convinced that he was being to light on them; otherwise they would be more disciplined in finishing up their routines. Slowly the sound of screeching metal come from his one sword, Wada Ichimonji, as Zoro unsheathed it. “I won’t make the same mistake again!!” He dropped into a stance, sword held high, and the point of the blade facing his sibling Izu. His eyes grew even colder, body just raging out with a urge to kill. It was time for the training to resume, without any time for them to think Zoro rushed in.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 3:48 pm
:Shimazu Botan Ana:f
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She growled at Zoro's tone of voice, already sensing his rising anger as he said, to himself, that he was going soft on them. When the eldest of the siblings was angry... It wasn't a pretty sight. This was a man that, if he wanted to, could strike down Gods, destroy entire communities, take on the wrath of a hurricane single-handedly and win. He was dangerous, wrathful, and unforgiving, just as cruel and murderous as she, the only difference being that he was better at focusing his anger into something productive instead of allowing it to cloud his senses, and his mastery of the sword. Ana's frown increased in deepness. She was not so prideful as to ignore the fact that she still had a lot to learn, not just from Zoro, but from them all, but this was a challenge that just could not be ignored. Like everything else in life, this must be faced head-on, with no delay or lapse in courage. With her head bowed, she bared her teeth, and then lifted it swiftly to stare Zoro in the eye, two wills of iron clashing.
The atmosphere was heavy as they all waited for someone (Zoro) to break and charge, they, knowing each other well enough to predict this with relative ease. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of her face as she concentrated intensely, as if channeling her will and being into the sword and dagger she clutched, knuckles white and strained with the force. Ana didn't have to wait long, -for the dam was already close to breaking as it was- until Zoro's face contorted into one of absolute rage and he lifted his sword to Izuru, roaring and growing serious- he only ever unsheathed his blade when he was serious- ready to go all out when training them.
"How DARE you assume me to be in the same league as him!" With her sword still pointed at her enraged brother, a manic grin broke out across her features. "I'll kill you for that!" The sentence was spoken with a certain glee-filled venom, distinct in its flavor and effects, and particularly strong on the word 'kill,' that one coming out in a raspy drawl. Would they really kill each other? The notion was doubtful, despite Ana's declaration and Zoro's murderous gaze. But both of the green haired hotheads would be damned if they didn't try, their natures both ensuring this to be a firey conflict with no positive outcome in sight.
For as long as she could recall, it had been like this, a constant whirlwind of conflict brewing amongst the siblings, most often being the fault of one of the two more carefree ones, and then being fanned into something unnecessarily violent by either she or Zoro. They were always at odds with one another, and many times physically injured and emotionally exhausted each other because of this, but wasn't that how all siblings worked, more or less? This particular batch just had... different toys to exercise their rage than the other children, that's all; namely blades and actual skill when wielding them. Sure they may act a little odd compared to other families, but their dynamics were essentially the same. No killing and try not to permanently scar the other.
Wait... those aren't ground rules in your family? What a freakshow, geez.
... And then the floods of emotion started, as Zoro charged. Although caught by surprise (not by the act, certainly, but by the timing), Ana was quick to let out a guttural war cry, sounding savage and tribal, as she charged with equal fury. This... this would not end well.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 4:45 pm
~Shimazu Yoshiyuki Izuru of the Shimazu Guardian Clan~
(Location: Inaba Residential District, Shimazu Guardian Clan Home)It was only a matter of time before the eldest of the Shimazu siblings injected himself into the conversation, and while it was inevitable from the start that it wouldn't end well for any of them, Izuru hadn't really given any 'bad' endings any thought as per the usual. It was likely that somewhere in the back of his mind he had made the foolish assumption that his siblings would care just as much as he did about the missing scissors (and really, why wouldn't they? They were an important grooming tool for trimming eyebrows and lashes and other unsightly, small hairs that a larger pair of scissors couldn't get, and tweezers were just too painful to tug!), and while that seemed perfectly logical to him, it was only because he paid so little mind to the fact that his siblings thought his primadonna tendencies to be utterly ridiculous. An idea he couldn't fathom, because really, he did it all in the name of love! And what could be a better reason to do anything in life than the pursuit of love?! Just thinking about it practically made him shimmer with bishie sparkles all about his head, a warm, happy glimmer in his eye, and of course, if you watched him long enough while he was in one of his particularly glorious poses he was fairly certain that the illusion of falling rose petals would accompany each flip of his hair. Pretty hair. He used a jasmine-scented shampoo on it this morning and just a whiff of it carried on the breeze that blew through the courtyard was just fantastic! Where was he again? And why did he forget where he was and what he was doing so often? Side-effect of fabulousness he supposed. After all, that was universal, and containing it to one place was just impossible. But if there was one thing that threatened his enduring, handsome features it was the threat of the tri-sword attack of his enraged elder brother, Zoro. Who just so happened to be wielding his sword and, wouldn't you know it, fairly angry to put it lightly. He screamed something about scissors, and really, Izu thought that to be an absolutely silly question. Why would he interrupt the training for scissors? Didn't he know how valuable those tiny scissors were to his daily regimen?! What was he going to do with untrimmed eyebrows?! Well he'll tell you what he wasn't going to do...win himself a girlfriend. Perish the thought! Of course, explaining any of this to Zoro was a lost cause and he knew it. Not that he wouldn't try, of course. It was for his own good if he ever wanted a wife whose knuckles didn't drag along the ground...not that they didn't need love too, of course.
"Well I'm certainly not sticking around to play swords when my tiny scissors are missing! You might be content with bushy, uneven eyebrows, but I most certainly...am...not," his voice began to trail off as the seriousness of his brother's anger began to reveal itself, the sword lowered at him with his intention of forcing him into training whether he liked it or not written plainly on his scarred face. Laughing a little uneasily as his soft (silky, really, he used a delicate product every night for moisture) fingers touched the back of his satin strands of hair, Izuru couldn't help but noticed that his adorable little sister seemed to think that teasing her brother and taunting him back in this sort of mood was a good idea. Naturally, he didn't quite understand the competitive spirit that they both seemed to share, and the bloodlust dripping from her blade was lost upon him as he feared for her safety fi she launched back into the fight with her brother. She was a playful sort, he had gathered (he really had NO idea), but this sort of joke was dangerous in a situation like this. Ana was skilled, but swords were no toys and Zoro was the most dangerous person with a blade he had ever seen since a Christian Swordsman came to their village years ago by the name of Mihawk. Even their father was no match for his eldest son these days, which meant that his cute little sister had no chance, which meant that she could be seriously hurt, which meant that he needed to put an end to this confrontation right away! And sadly (for his eyebrows), there were only two things in the world that he found more important than his tiny scissors (and other select grooming products)...one of them was love. And the other was family. Which, of course, included Shimazu Botan Ana right at the top of the list. It was a brother's duty, after all! Which was why he stepped in between them for but a moment as the barbs flew back and forth, a promise of training and pain coming as a last warning from their older brother before things got serious. More serious. ...Fatal.
"But brother, you know that I've already done my training for the day. ...Don't you think you're being a little hard on...?" he was going to suggest letting his sister out of the training, but alas, as usual, his silver (false, maybe) tongue was failing him in trying to talk down his dangerous and hyperactive (in their own ways) siblings. Feeling immediately as though he were a peace of raw meat in the center of two large, starving dogs, he stepped back away from the center and looked up at the golden light from the strange, Dark Hour mood. Idly, he wondered if there were any scientific tests which proved his long-held assumption that the Dark Hour was absolutely dreadful for pale skin! He hated being out under that strange moon and in the green night sky, but when you were in the Shimazu Clan you couldn't always decide when you were going to be outside or when you were going to have to combat an enemy during this time of night, or any time of day, really. Still, ugh, Dark Hour skin...he hoped that he would be able to spend some time under the clear sun tomorrow in order to even out his skin and restore some of its natural health. Before that, however, he had to make sure that his skin remained unblemished by weapons. Sharp weapons. Intending to cut him and draw out his blood. It was an immediate threat to be sure, and he was loathe to put off his quest to find a beautiful woman in this town a few days while he waited for his skin to heal (let alone his lungs or internal organs, almost assuredly a casualty if Zoro hit him solidly). And he supposed that it was his duty to protect Ana, too. He was not just an ally of the ladies, but an ally to his cute little sister as well! For she was also a lady! Even if she didn't dress like one! Yet! ...But he was working on that, really! "Hey, you know that with such a belligerent countenance it would be most difficult to find a wife, don't you?" he asked as he backed away, smiling uneasily with his hands raised into the air. He supposed that he was doing his best to defuse the situation and inspire Zoro (who notoriously had bad luck with women and needed to find a wife to remain heir) to mend his ways a little...but likely, all he had done was prod the hornet's nest a little more when they were already riled enough. And perhaps he sensed this, because right at the moment that the two siblings seemed ready to lunge, the teal-haired swordsman suddenly widened his eyes and pointed towards the horizon over Zoro's shoulder, shouting in his smooth voice and feigned surprise.
"Is that a rubber-armed monkey man!?" he pointed dramatically, and just as he did so, hoping that his brother was distracted, he turned and ducked his tall frame, leaping with a flash step (Dash) into the chest of his unsuspecting sister, tackling her onto his shoulder as he bolted fast from the back yard, leaping onto the top of the compound and continuing over the house until he leaped again and landed in the street, continuing as fast as he could (and he was, admittedly, probably the quickest on-foot of all the Shimazu, though fairly enough, Kenshi was the fastest by far on the draw) down the street and beyond the houses, ignoring the protests for the safety of his cute little sister until he was a fair distance away. ...He knew quite well that she had the spirit to keep fighting, but an angry Zoro would have only ended in scarring or worse for her. He couldn't allow her pretty little face to be marred! She was still prime marriage material, and he knew, knew that he could get her a lovely marriage soon if he kept trying! Thus he ran, and hoped that his brother wasn't hot on his tail. Though if he was, he wouldn't know...he wasn't looking back.
And all this over a pair of tiny scissors. ...Was it worth it?
Heh...as if you needed to ask!
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 1:40 pm
Shimazu Kenshi
::The Green Flash::
"Mmmmmmmmm!" The sound could almost be considered like a warning bell as it came up the street. The sound of a crinkling juice box the second toll. A light hearted laugh the third. They were subtle indicators of the...thing approaching the Shimazu summer home. Soft footsteps made their way up the street and came to a slow stop infront of the door to the Shimazu home. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah" The contented sigh rose up as Shimazu Kenshi finished his juice box just as he reached the door. Taking the now crumpled cardboard box from his lips Kenshi tossed the box into the plastic bag he was carrying in his other hand where it laid to rest next to a full 48 pack of boxes just like it. While the others had decided to start their training Kenshi had walked out the front in search of his favorite treat, strawberry milk. It wasn't like the green flash had decided to skip training for the day, in fact he had decided to go out and buy lunch for the whole family that had been sent away from home to their mission. It was such a different world away from the Shimazu village and this trip was the first time he had ever left the island of Kyushu so really the whole idea of the mission was something new to him. As he reached for the door though another sound caught his attention. It was the sounds of clattering up on the roof. "Hmm?" Kenshi turned his eyes upwards just as he stuck another straw in his mouth and had drawn out another box of strawberry milk. Maybe its a kitty cat! Kenshi almost giggled with glee inside when the thought came to him. Better go see. Stepping back from the overhang of the house Kenshi, with a powerful leap cleared the height of the house and landed firmly on the roof.
To Kenshi's disappointment however the sounds he had heard were not the sounds of a fluffy kitten stuck on the roof but they were the movements of his big brother Izu running along the top of the house. "HEEEEEEEY BROTHER!!!!" Kenshi waved emphatically while sipping on his newest strawberry milk. With little control of himself Kenshi's baby face was covered by a large and happy grin. He enjoyed the company of his siblings and Izu, although strange to Kenshi, was one of his favorite family members in the whole clan. The youngest son's eyes were then drawn suddenly to the shape that was on his brother's shoulder. He hadn't noticed it before but it seemed to be quite a human looking thing and upon even further inspection it appeared to be Ana his younger sister. Upon noticing her Kenshi's goofy childish grin seemed to only grow impossibly larger. "Hi Ana... Why is big brother stealing you?!" He called waving again just as emphatically as before. With nothing more than a nod and a smile Kenshi walked towards the back of the house where he looked down to see his big brother Zoro. "Hey Big Bro, I brought you a present from the store." Without another word Kenshi dropped down from the roof and landed without a sound next to his three sword wielding older brother. In a flash Kenshi drew the magazine from his plastic bag of magical wonder and pressed it forward towards Zoro's scarred chest. "I remembered how everyone is always telling you how you have to get married and stuff so I got you a magazine at the store." If Zoro cared to look down at the present being shoved into his hands he would see that his youngest brother had gone out and bought him a nudie magazine. Where a sixteen year old had procured such a magazine was a mystery but it seemed as though the green flash didn't really understand the concept. "I asked for the old man at the store to give me a magazine with pretty girls, he said this one was really good!" Kenshi grinned widely before releasing the magazine which he had tucked partially into Zoro's shirt before moving back towards the roof and cupping his hands around his mouth. "IZZUUUUU!!! I BOUGHT YOU SOME TOFU!" He called to the brother who had likely escaped half way back to Kyushu by now. He turned back grinning wildly to his oldest brother before beginning to sip at his strawberry milk again.
Oh Kenshi, you so innocent.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 8:00 pm
::Shimazu Guardian Clan Heir - Shimazu Roranora Zoro aka Zoro Of the Three-Swords:: Kill? Did she actually think that she could kill him? Was she going to try? That thought alone was making Zoro considering even more that his training method was a bit too soft. If it took him being absolutely in enraged for his sister to get serious on him, then maybe he should start using his blade more often in training. His weapons were made to kill, and thus when he uses them Zoro would make sure that he strikes to kill. Though he figured that they were not ready to face a man with the thirst for blood that could rival to even the greatest of monsters, sure they have faced demons in their past years, but Zoro was a different story. His sister Ana was running towards him, taking the place of Izu, Zoro was thrilled at this, still totally ticked off to the core, but thrilled nonetheless. She was going to kill him, even though he was the heir, even though he was her older brother, Zoro would return the same respect in trying to end her life as well. His sword was burning for the chance to cut, literally it was. Upon closer inspection one would notice that his blade was showing minor hints of red and letting off a small amount of steam. Not only was he going to kill her in mutual respect, but he will scorch Ana and send her on a one way trip to Hell. That was the plan anyways, but there was a minor problem, Izu had intervened.
While Zoro and Ana were in the midst of charging at one another with the full intent of causing a large massacre Zoro, as always, had been ignoring Izu’s words. He was more focused on trying to get him and their sister to take this training seriously, rather than running off to go get things that were so insignificant. Ana wanted to get stronger, that was good, more than good, but if she wanted to do so then nothing should have distracted her, especially not a pair of scissors. She could have waited till her session was over, but instead she called it off as if it was nothing. Zoro took much pride in his training session, and even though it was indeed painful to the point where God Himself would cry out he did it all for his siblings. They needed to grow more; they needed to be stronger for their sake and for Zoro’s. As skilled as Zoro is with the sword, the eldest sibling may not be enough to stop a higher threat, he would need his siblings to be strong enough to carry on with or without him when the time comes; and considering the rate of Zoro’s progression that time would not come for at least a century. That was beside the point, he trains them hard because he loves them, and this was a way of bonding as well as growing in skill. To see Ana shrug it off (His perception) made things worse, and Izu was…Izu. Back to the matter at hand Izu manage to call out something that would have completely distracted Zoro.
A rubber, monkey, man, that caught the heir’s attention, “No…It can’t be!” quickly Zoro turned to see if it was him, if it was truly him. Instead he saw just the dead night of the Dark Hour, no straw hatted man. It was a trick! As soon as he turned Izu was making off with his sister, his teeth was clenching against one another. Muscles were flexing and tensing, they were running like lambs from a wolf. Izu had always tried to escape Zoro throughout their days as children to now, and every time he did Zoro couldn’t help but to burst out these words, “Dammit Izu I’ll hunt you down to the ends of the Earth!” he roared out so that all could hear. The sad thing about this was that Zoro was actually serious in doing so, but before he could march along Kenshi showed up out of nowhere. The first thing that would have come out of his mouth was “Why didn’t you stop them??” That was going to be put on hold as he saw these bags of magazines in front of him. Getting a glimpse at what they were Zoro’s face darkened, he was speechless, but not with rage even though his face expressed that. He was just baffled by his brother’s naïve nature, it brought along weird situations true, but none like this. Nude mangazines?! He brought him nude magazines!! There was silence and a sound of the wind blowing through, like the ones you hear after a bad joke was told. Without second thought Zoro through the magazines up in the air and dropped into a stance. “Sacred Shimazu arts, One Sword Style,” What looked like a strong gust of wind hitting the magazines were actually Zoro cutting through them with powerful strokes from his sword, “Porno Eraser Cannon.” His voice remained calm, smooth yet strong and firm, even though that wasn’t really a style or arts from the Shimazu clan Zoro made it sound like it.
He looked up at Kenshi, with his sword still at the ready, shaking his head Zoro couldn’t help but to sigh at his younger brother’s antics. “Honestly, what am I going to do with you?” Kenshi, the youngest male of the Shimazu family, he had always been a pure honest boy; maybe a bit too pure. Could go even as far as to say that he was gullible, but that would be too blunt for anyone to say to him, all except for Zoro. There was much for Kenshi to learn about the world, and that everyone weren’t as nice as they appeared to be. Was going to be hard teaching him that fact, but Zoro think he could manage; and if he failed he could always throw him down a mountain and have him climb back up as a hardened man as a last resort. “Kenshi, you shouldn’t be bringing back nude magazines, they aren’t the type of women you of all people should associate with or spread around even on pictures and another….” Before he could go on he noticed that Kenshi wasn’t even listening; he was on the roof shouting out for Izu to come back with Tofu. That was right! Izu and Ana was running off to avoid their training sessions, Zoro had nearly forgotten about that. Quickly Zoro jumped up on the roof and ran forward, “You won’t be able to escape Izu….” he said grimly and started to run and jump off the roof. He landed on another house roof then jumped and landed onto another. When he said that he would chase him to the ends of the earth, as previously stated, he wasn’t kidding at all. Now he began to sprint forward and took one giant leap to get some distance and then he hit the streets. He began to sprint forward, going faster than before. Zoro may not have this flash step ability that Izu had, but that wasn’t going to stop him; Zoro’s determination and energy was downright boundless. “don’t you dare run away from your punishment! Get Back here!”
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:39 pm
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"Kenshi..." It was a growl of warning, something that could be taken as either an "I will kill you." or a "You probably shouldn't interfere..." In truth, it was probably something of a mix between the two. He always came at the worst of times, and was probably the one she was least willing to openly threaten due to his nature, however that only made him ten times harder to deal with. What outlet was there besides yelling and stomping about, seriously? With a light gasp of surprised, Ana was in the air, thrown over the shoulder of her second eldest brother and left to experience the disorientation that followed. He... Did he really just... DID HE REALLY JUST STOP HER FROM OBLITERATING ZORO?! Once she wriggled, twice she wriggled, three times. But apparently it was not meant to be, for she juts couldn't shake that annoying priss' grip. Faster he ran, weaving through obstacles, avoiding their brother with a certain measure of glee, annoying her with the fact that running away was fun for him. "You p***k, LET GO!" Without sparing him any mercy, she lifted her elbow and slammed it as hard as she could into his chest, effectively causing him to stumble just enough to let her go, and hopefully bruise. Seriously, if he cared so much about his skin and appearance, he deserved to be marred with such a mark. Perhaps it would be humbling. They were warriors, darnit! Not contenders for Miss Japan. With a skid she landed on the asphalt, not even bothering to wince as the ground tore away at the palm of her hands. This, Zoro, this was war, and as of such, she couldn't help but revel in it. The bloodshed that was about to ensue, whether it be her blood, his, or both, would be glorious. "Can't you just smell the bloodshed?!" She let out a blood curdling howl of battle, a mixture of manic delight and mind obliterating anger, running forward with no abandon, maneuvering through and around the obstacles of the street in a way reminiscent of a monkey. Onward she weaved, so excited that she couldn't help but come full throttle, dagger and sword both thrusting wildly out, despite their target not even being close to range. Her brother had pulled out his swords... Her brother thought she was ready to use them. If he thought it, then it must be true, and if it was true, then there was a chance she could win, and if there was a chance... There was a way. This was her firm belief. Shimazu Ana was not short on confidence, and was impossible to sway. Stubborn as the earth she specialized in, in the end there was not a fight that she would not eventually win. It may take more blood and sweat than imaginable, but she would do it. Why would anyone live, if not for victory, after all? Her borderline psychopathic mind just could not understand it.
"ZOOOO-" They were closing in on each other. "-RRRRRRR-" Their blades were almost interlocked. "-OOOOOOO." Again and again she slashed wildly, not even aware of her instinct-based movements anymore, let alone aware of the pain that came from being hit. She would defeat him. She would defeat him! Another slash and stab combo. She would... defeat him.
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