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 Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 2:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 3:02 pm
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Samuru Sanmiitai
| Jounin | Konohagakure Kumogakure | Doton : Raiton | AC 8,800 |
| Bukijutsu : Weapon Specialist | Puppeteer : Marionette | Jinchuuriki: Nibi |
Chakra 435 | Stamina 215
[This will never be the last.]
[But it will only be the once.]
Stirring, Samuru felt his mind was in a thick haze of drugged thoughts and half-buried desires. Desires to go home, the desire to see her...thoughts of his sister, his brother...opening heavy eyes and feeling them grainy, he raised a hand to rub and found his hand had an IV taped to it as well as one in his elbow. His other arm too. In a dizzy panic, Samuru nearly ripped it out of his arm, but a nurse quickly stopped him, rushing in from outside. Her fingers frantically hit the sedation and he stopped fighting her, falling back into a mild slumber I don't...let me wake up..... he thought, closing his eyes again.
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.]
[I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.]
[Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] |
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 8:49 am
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| Kumogakure | Jounin OININ | Ninjutsu Sensor | Origami No Dara |
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 † Daitomi Imatokai † + Paper Ghost + "The better the fighter, the more of a challenge to win." Dai coaxed an eyebrow at Myurai as a flushed look came over him. Apparently, she had some how embarrassed the poor guy. She sat quietly as he spoke of going on a mission. He was to track down those that had attacked the village and released the Niibi upon the Cloud village. She scuffed when he told her not to spend too much time recovering. Dai flinched and gripped her blanket as Doki's name was spoken. She had perished in battle. Dai watched over the green hair girl at the offices in secret. Doki was freely out of the academy when Dai met her years ago. Their friendship had blossomed into something almost like a sisterhood. "How long have I been really asleep?" A tear slipped down Dai's cheek. Shedding a tear for the girl she grew so fund of over time. She wiped away the signal tear and take a deep breath. She looked down at her bandaged hands as Myurai pulled up a chair. "Don't ever say goodbye!" Her voice raised quickly. "I'm tired of being told goodbye by the ones I care for!" Sore spot. She looked at Myurai with one hell of a stern look that could kill. "Don't you ever tell me goodbye, Myurai Hattori! Or so help me I will suffocate you with paper!" She glared at him. Not sure if it she was more frightening with the lost of her eye or if it was just the anger of people telling her goodbye. In a swift motion, Dai clasped Myurai's cheeks between her fingers. "You are only allowed to tell me goodbye when you are dying. And you, sir, are not dead yet. Do you hear me?" She knew that he was never her student, but he was the first she instructed into using jutsus. Dai's emerald eye was narrowed and fixed on him. Her grip went lax and she sighed. "This is more like a 'See you when I come back'. Because I know you...you're like me. You won't go down without a fight. And come hell or lightning storms, I taught you better. I taught you how to survive." Her hand slipped from his facial features. Dai looked away, the last person to tell her goodbye was Kein. And whenever someone else said it to her...it was like salt in her open wounds. "So I wont tell you goodbye....but I will say, I'll see you when you come home." She mumbled clearly for him to hear her. Her chakra flared dimly as her anger retracted to the closeness she kept it to her body. Her wrapped fingers twitched as her muscles loosened. Dai would return to her quiet state before a nurse would come in and sedate her. She hated sleep, sleep only brought back the pain and nightmares of those she had lost. "So, come home safe, ok?" "The best part is, you don’t think I’m a threat." | Chakra Count: 605 / 605 | | Oracle Raidus: 15yards | | AC: 24,850 | | Ryo: 8,000 | | Theme: Paper Gangsta |
{{ OoC:: }}
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 9:59 am
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Myurai Hattori
￥ Kumogakure ￥ Ninjutsu/Bloodline ￥
￥ Suiton ￥ Fuuton ￥
￥ Anbu Adviser ￥ Hyouton ￥
￥ Ryo: 17400 ￥ AC:045675
￥ Chakra : 790, Stored Chakra : 315 ￥
￥ Stamina : 510 ￥
Now Myurai was not a man to get scared or be caught off guard, hell he had fought a demon and yet her display had shocked him truly shocked him. Maybe his prospects were looking better than he had thought. As her hands came to rest on his face and she , for lack of better terms, chewed him out his blush returned once more not that he could help it he had a crush on her though he had a feeling that nothing would come of it. In that moment he was torn between deciding to try and just move on or try and make something of it. It wasnt that he was afraid of being shot down he just didnt want to make things awkward or change things between them. God why did these things have to be so bloody awkward. When she released his head he stood and without making a sound made his way over to the window. For a moment he was quiet yet again before speaking though he did not turn to face her," Thing is, I cannot say the same. I cannot say that I will see you when I come home." It was obvious that he was having trouble speaking his mind so he resorted to that which he always did. The air in the room would cool down a bit as he created a set of semi animate dragons made of crystallized ice, one in each hand. Only now did he turn and set them on her lap," They say that when two dragons meet and fall in love, that it is a bond that lasts throughout the ages. Because of this if one dies the other, unable to handle the pain and grief of the loss, decides to take its life rather than live on without the other. These dragons are very special one is linked to my chakra, if something should happen to me this tiny dragon will die and return to nothing but crystal ice dust." As he spoke the two dragons curled up with each other on her lap," They are my gift to you so long as they are alive you need not worry about me." He couldnt do it, he couldnt tell her how he felt. It wasnt that he was afraid he just couldnt say the words. He stood upright as he continued," Even though this is an official mission Im not doing it just for the sake of the mission or for revenge. I do it to protect that which I love."
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 7:55 pm
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Samuru Sanmiitai
| Jounin | Konohagakure Kumogakure | Doton : Raiton | AC 8,800 |
| Bukijutsu : Weapon Specialist | Puppeteer : Marionette | Jinchuuriki: Nibi |
Chakra 435 | Stamina 215
[This will never be the last.]
[But it will only be the once.]
Samuru woke with a start, sitting half up and wincing as he fought to put reality into place. That dream had startled him, the fiery cat an unsettling him with its familiarity. Damn neko... he thought wearily, more tired than angry. Honestly, he was, in a strange way, looking forward to not being alone in his own head. It wasn't a nice place. Sitting up fully, he noted that the IV's had been removed from his arms and hand "Haaa...." he touched the bandages over them then began a cursory examination of his body. His left leg was still bound tight with bandages but only his upper thigh was still painful. His chest, sides and back were stiff but the bandages were clean and didn't appear to be soaking up blood...so his wounds were better healed than earlier. Samuru checked his upper arms and wrists, seeing the burns had healed up well though he wouldn't have hair on his arms for a few months. Swinging his legs carefully over the side of the bed, he flexed his muscles, testing.
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.]
[I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.]
[Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] |
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 2:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 3:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 4:20 pm
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Samuru Sanmiitai
| Jounin | Konohagakure Kumogakure | Doton : Raiton | AC 8,800 |
| Bukijutsu : Weapon Specialist | Puppeteer : Marionette | Jinchuuriki: Nibi |
Chakra 435 | Stamina 215
[This will never be the last.]
[But it will only be the once.]
Samuru glanced at the nurse as she said the burns wouldn't fully heal "..." he shrugged and moved into the room more fully, awkwardly moving his crutch around a chair so he could back into it. Sitting, more like falling, into the chair, he touched one leg gingerly, feeling the thick bandages and splints under his hospital pants that kept him from walking normally "With no thanks to one of your genin, I'll be fully healed in a little over a month with some scars. I wasn't burned as badly as you but whatever those weapons were, they took a lot of skin off." he shrugged again, the nurse eying his chest where the bandages peeked out of his hospital shirt "I'm fine." he gave the woman the stink eye and the nurse sniffed, turning back to Daitomi. He shifted uncomfortably once her back was turned and made a face at Daitomi "I'm fine...pissed off but fine. This is the second time a demon has been accompanied by a group of weirdos that I've seen and its pissing me off. I want these s**t heads." he growled, flexing one bandaged hand so hard it ripped the wrapping at one edge slightly. Not enough to open anything but now Samuru had something to fiddle with.
[An endless circle of fighting, death and living.]
[I aim to end this circle, this hellish ouroboros.]
[Watch...watch this fiery rebirth of our world.] |
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