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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 2:38 pm
Gopan smiled in her sleep covering herself with her blankets.
(wait how does he know where she lives)
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 2:42 pm
(did I say her house? I ment his house sorry XP)
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 2:44 pm
( scream you are on messed up dude kenji and no hugs)
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 2:47 pm
(why am I messed all I did was put her in my house. what do you expect me to do leave her there on the ground?)
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 2:48 pm
(i`ll tell you whats messed up in pms evil )
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 2:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:00 pm
(exit to village apartments now)
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:20 pm
Everything from this point on occurs 3 years after all previous posts.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:55 pm
 MarcielSuigestsu] Chunin It had been three years, and still more so since he had continued to move on in the world of shinobi, the tree he had originally been working with alongside the lord Mizukage. He'd gone through a growth spurt, and even more so with the odd platforms he wore. The chunin had not even begun to worry, his mother's gift, the blade Kuroji. It was far more effective than Insen had proven to be in the first year, despite being a unique set of dual blades, it was difficult to learn with. Kuroji though... He'd taken to it like a fish out of water, his blade raised level.
It was a neutral stance, as his father had used so many years ago. Those poses still burned in his mind, helping him remember. He swung with force into one of the nearby trees, the same he'd learned to walk up three years prior. The flaw with using a tree for practice? It required resharpening of the blade frequently, as well as the shock that stung so. Again, he swung. He'd do what his father had been able to do. All those times someone looked dumbfounded. He'd figure out the trick.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 3:25 pm
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Her steps were light as she stalked towards where she suspected one of her brethren happened to be at. Brethren was politely addressing Marciel, one of the Shinobi in her village she could not seem to harbor respect towards. He was one step ahead of her, always. No matter what she did, how hard she worked it seemed to always cause her to fall short in the end. Spotting him further up ahead she cursed herself even more for seeking him out to begin with. Normally she would show up when it was required and when he had tricked her into coming out. Today, something was different, she felt as if she had been pulled into coming here. Once she was close enough to actually see what he was up to, she paused, mid step and merely watched. Her expression was the same blank one she always wore, her mask against the world around her. He was playing with his toy again. After watching silently for a few seconds, she crossed her arms over her chest and cleared her throat loudly, trying to catch his attention.
Biting down on her bottom lip lightly, she continued to watch him, her blue eyes sparkling with mild interest. It had been three years. Three years since they had met for the first time on that training field. It had been three years of hell...or not. Aside from three years experience everyone around her had grown out of their childish phases and sprouted upwards, minus herself. She seemed to be stuck at an impasse. Her chest and backside were the only thing that seemed to be changing any. She was starting to loose the roundness in her face but it was nothing compared to the rest of her age group. Marciel was a perfect example! He had grown so much taller than she. Was she doomed to stay in his shadow for the rest of her life!
This thought seemed to dampen her mood and she almost regretted stalking out here. Fidgeting a little bit, she tried to keep her temper from flaring, it would only freak everyone out around her if she blew up over nothing.
"Still playing with toys.."
She quipped, trying to get over her mindless banter.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 3:28 pm
MarcielSuigestsu] Chunin The blade struck the tree, the familiar shock of contact. Something about the first couple of techniques he'd learned had been easy, but this one... It was proving to be a rather aggravating one. The tree shuddered not one bit, while his own arm continued to shake violently. He'd have to work this through a lot more, leveling the blade in the stance once more, before savagely swinging the blade once more. The incision was clear in the tree's bark, but nothing else seemed to scream he did something aside from slice at it. Not like the tree in his family's yard. That still bore scars, and seemed to shudder when he would touch them.
He'd been so focused on his training, that he had barely noticed the presence of a genin. The one who'd been in his own squad, and he turned. Her quip was what had caught his attention, and the blade was slid back into the sheath. His hand seemed to tremble, not too happy with what he had been doing just now. He'd have to figure it out later.
"Toy? You still playing your silly little mind games?" Marciel commented right back, beginning to step toward the girl. She was still so short, still seemed somewhat childish. It wasn't a major issue for himself, though he wouldn't point it out. The aggressive genin would probably try to trap him in a genjutsu. Worst he could worry about was her not patching him up.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:04 pm
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An impish smirk twitched into form at the corners of her lips as she watched his body movements carefully. He was putting his guard up against her! It was comical. She hadn't really thought of doing that but now that he brought that up it seemed like something she would do. Shrugging her shoulders slightly she scoffed at him, her smirk vanishing as quickly as it had come.
"Please! If I were to have actually wasted my time to do that you would not be here barking it back to me so casually. You were to busy swinging your big stick around to notice me, I would have caught you then..."
His sudden approach made her feel uneasy. Although she had been around him for three years it was still hard to actually cozy up to anyone. Taking a small, hesitant step back her gaze hardened as she looked at him. Even though, off duty, they were comrades, she had to treat his advances as a challenge. It was hard to actually relax around anyone, this made it hard for her to actually coexist with her squad. She was always out of tune to their movements, to preoccupied with everything else that could happen. This realization had been recent, something she had picked out as her biggest flaw.
"I come in peace today...unless you have something else in mind."
Her challenge was not really as spicy as it usually was. Something was stirring inside of her, almost like undigested food. Something really bad happened somewhere, she could feel it. Looking at the ground around her, her icy gaze flitted over to their surroundings. Why the hell did he come way out here just to swing that thing? She questioned, silently.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:24 pm
MarcielSuigestsu] Chunin The chunin smirked at his lesser counterpart, his flack jacket was settled by the riverbed. He'd spent so much time with it over the last year, he'd become quite acquainted with the restricting feel. It seemed the girl was rather uncomfortable with him, as the girl took a step back with his approach. He didn't know what exactly would cause her to do so. They'd worked together for three years, and yet here she was so.. cautious.
"It's clear someone doesn't appreciate the arts of the sword, nor the sacred aspiration to become one of the seven swordsmen," he chuckled. He'd gotten to know the girl well enough to speak with her rather thoroughly. His footfalls were impressed upon the moist earth, grabbing his vest and pulling it on. He didn't really have a purpose for it.
"Might I ask what you had in mind?"
Marciel had little idea why she had come out here. This place was the perfect location for him. The waterfall allowing for hydration frequently, and the trees for his posts. It was the logical bit. Why this girl had come? He wasn't quite certain.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 1:08 pm
♠≈*∞*≈♠ Strike Fast, Strike Hard ♠≈*∞*≈♠
As of late, Marciel hadn't seen his partner in crime, Akisame Misuto. More and more lately Akisame had kept to himself, as if trying to control the beast within him. Which was exactly what he was doing. Who can control a bijuu if the Bijuu and you weren't on speaking terms? Or rather, that's what Akisame believed, what he had been striving for. As such, a few new things had been learned.
Sleeping at the bottom of the bond to which the waterfall fell, Akisame wasn't aware of what was happening above him. He floated, accepting the gentle sway and caress of the waters. Here he could breathe freely, could take a deep breath and have no sputtering from it. Few could do that, but it was a direct side effect of the Sanbi. As of yet, he couldn't remember how he got the blasted thing within him, and no memories from his lost six years had tried to surface. In short, he still couldn't remember his past. But that was to be expected, since he hadn't been trying to remember. When he did, Akisame had such terrible dreams, and because of that he just accepted facts. He wouldn't try to remember again.
However, when Tsukiko began to speak to Marciel, Akisame stirred. When she spoke again, he opened his eyes. And when Marciel spoke to her, he woke up fully. Yawning and stretching beneath the waters, he looked around him, ignoring the many fish that swam around him. They didn't mind him anymore, for this was where he slept these days. Reaching beneath him to where he kept the bottles of water that were so dear to him, Akisame took them into his hands and placed them within his clothes. These were defensive water, ones that would attack and defend him of its own free will.
From behind Marciel the water would explode in a roar that would cause water to spray on them both. From it came the almost completely covered form of Akisame Misuto, though he was no longer clothed in utter black. Landing gently beside his partner, Akisame stood up, revealing that he was exactly one inch shorter than Marciel. It was frankly something that they both knew, but it didn't matter really.
However, it wasn't Marciel that Akisame was looking at, but Tsukiko. Bowing low and then returning to his slightly slouched standing position, he struck a heroic pose. For some reason, as Marciel well knew, Akisame had a crush on the other 17 year old, even if she was a Genin. Ever since he'd bet her three years ago, he'd been hoping for a date. And as of yet, he hadn't worked up the balls to ask her out. Now, he spoke, his voice much deeper than the childish voice he had before. Hell, it was deep enough to be almost freakish for his size and nationality. "Hello, Tsukiko. Beautiful as ever, I see."
♠≈*∞*≈♠ Never Give Up, Never Surrender ♠≈*∞*≈♠
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 4:30 pm
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Maricel's question had caught the girl off guard, her reaction was one filled with her own puzzled thoughts. Why did I come out here..?Not wanting to be seen as spacey or stalker-ish she shrugged her shoulders, buying her some time before she answered his question. She could just say she felt like practicing on a dummy, dummy being Maricel, but she did not feel like attacking him today. That gut feeling that something was up still had not totally dissipated. It was not as strong as before but it was nonetheless there. Deciding she was better off spinning some random tall tale, she opened her mouth to tell her little story but a current of water dowsed her from seemingly nowhere. Cringing into herself but not actually blocking the water from wetting her she stood there, water dripping off of the tips of her dampened hair. Turning slightly she spotted the cause of this sudden onslaught of liquid. Akisame. Eyes narrowing into icey blue slits she growled underneath her breath, giving her a ferral persona.
"Why am I not surprised!
Tsukiko was pissed, but not at him. She could have cleared out of there if she had not been paying attention. This was the result of slaking off and no missions. Reaching behind her head, she untied the ribbons she used to tie up a majority of her hair. Misaki had not allowed her to chop off her hair, against her preferences, so she had opted to cropping her hair at the top and tying the bottom. Redoing the damage, she quickly braided her ribbons into her hair, the ornament at the bottom of the wraps hanging loosely as she finished the ends. Akisame's last comment had wrung out the fight in her. It was hard enough keeping up with either of them when they were seperate but together only made her tired.
"What hole did you crawl out of now?"
She asked him, her mood not improved. Her clothes were wet and uncomfortable, the feeling not exactly unwelcome. For some reason she felt comfortable in the water but squishy clothes was different.
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