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 Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 4:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 3:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 5:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:24 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 7:56 pm
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|Samuru Sanmiitai
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✠| Jounin | Konohagakure Kumogakure | Doton : Raiton | AC 8,800 |
| Bukijutsu : Weapon Specialist | Puppeteer : Marionette | Jinchuuriki: Nibi |
Chakra 435 | Stamina 215 |✠
[✠]It was not his favorite place in the village but at least here Samuru earned some sort of income. Digging in his pockets for the key, he ignored everything else as he shoved it into the lock, pushing to open the door...only for the key to appear stuck "God damn it, Myurai! If the lock is broken, tell someone who knows how to fix it!" he cursed his employer and associate, not bothering to hide his frustration as he pulled the key up and then tried to jig the handle to open sensibly. It was, however, completely stuck and the key would not even leave the lock now "Aaahhhaaa..." he sucked in a deep breath, dropping his head back on his shoulders, trying to control the urge to just smash the door. Calm. Calm. Kill Myurai when he bothers to show up again. Calm. kneeling, Samuru pulled a thin key jimmy from his boot and lifted the key again, sliding the thin piece of silver into the lock under the teeth of the key. Silver was malleable and as he worked it, the silver began to take the shape of the key, the lock and whatever was screwing the mechanisms "Come on you junk pile reject...a dog would be better defense than you are." he breathed, gently twisting the key and...with a thwuk the lock gave and he sighed, pulling the door open "Thank you, Konoha underworld." he muttered, straightening the piece of silver with two fingers. Now to find what he had left....[✠]
[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: Mon Dec 08, 2014 8:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:16 pm
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|Samuru Sanmiitai
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✠| Jounin | Konohagakure Kumogakure | Doton : Raiton | AC 8,800 |
| Bukijutsu : Weapon Specialist | Puppeteer : Marionette | Jinchuuriki: Nibi |
Chakra 435 | Stamina 215 |✠
[✠]Samuru straightened, his prize already strapped to his hip. The long sword was bare and devilishly sharp, still bearing the smoke twisted metal that he'd melded it with and he rested his palm on it "...I wouldn't have to keep my skills up if the lock hadn't rusted shut." he replied finally, eyes narrowing dangerously at the owner of the emporium. Truly, no matter how many times he saw Myurai, Samuru always felt a strong desire to punch him in the face. And, like always, he resisted "The 'cat' isn't talking. Did you finally get the supplies to get this place up and running?" the 'finally' was emphasized, indicating Samuru was very...very pissed off at how long it had taken "Do you have any idea how much money we have lost? I've had to take jobs and split the profits with the crap smithy four blocks down in order to use his damn place." he was almost growling at his point, dark eyes flashing blue as he turned to fully face Myurai, hand tightening on the blade. As it was, he didn't really want a fight "Where are the supplies?"[✠]
[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: Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:46 pm
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|Samuru Sanmiitai
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✠| Jounin | Konohagakure Kumogakure | Doton : Raiton | AC 8,800 |
| Bukijutsu : Weapon Specialist | Puppeteer : Marionette | Jinchuuriki: Nibi |
Chakra 435 | Stamina 215 |✠
[✠]"Good." His short remark was, sadly, all Myurai would get. Despite what Myurai knew of Samuru...a lot had changed since he had last seen him. Samuru stepped out from behind the counter and walked past the clone, intending to go "I'd rather keep any excess materials in storage, in case something happens to the store again. Then we won't need to borrow supplies to fulfill the requests of our customers." he grabbed the door and held it open, looking at Myurai "When will they get here? I have to locate something for another jounin but I am willing to wait for them to arrive, if it will not be too long." Being nice? Being polite? Most of his features were hard and unyielding, giving away nothing of his thoughts or expressions but there mere fact that he was not ripping Myurai a new one was a shock. Samuru still held a healthy dislike for Myurai but at the moment, he saw the advantage the other man had given him. An advantage that he was not going to give up anytime soon. Holding the door, he waited for an answer on the supplies, knowing he still had to find that thing for the giant.[✠]
[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: Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:03 pm
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|Samuru Sanmiitai
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✠| Jounin | Konohagakure Kumogakure | Doton : Raiton | AC 8,800 |
| Bukijutsu : Weapon Specialist | Puppeteer : Marionette | Jinchuuriki: Nibi |
Chakra 435 | Stamina 215 |✠
[✠]Samuru lifted his chin, listening to the offer...it was a good one "Listen to me, Myurai. I'm all for taking that deal. In fact, I will take that." he leaned forward though, his eyes turning dark "But if you piss off and go away for months at a time again, I will not be as nice as I am being right now. I'm investing money in this too and I do not want to lose it because you can't sit still." he extended his hand, offering it to seal the deal but he had a last bit of advice to give as well "If you have to go somewhere, make sure you have someone in the village other than me who can run this place." His gaze was angry but controlled, a more emotionless anger that might come from someone who, possibly recently, lost money while Myurai was away.[✠]
[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: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:32 pm
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|Samuru Sanmiitai
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✠| Jounin | Konohagakure Kumogakure | Doton : Raiton | AC 8,800 |
| Bukijutsu : Weapon Specialist | Puppeteer : Marionette | Jinchuuriki: Nibi |
Chakra 435 | Stamina 215 |✠
[✠]So they'd be here soon. Samuru could wait then, for the supplies to come. It wouldn't set hm back too long in meeting with the giant "...siblings..." he replied, looking exceedingly unhappy with the prospect of dealing with Myurai's siblings. But....it wasn't a judgment. His nose twitched oddly and he turned and walked out of the shop, leaving the door open for Myurai to follow. He leaned back against the smithy, arms crossing across his chest as he contemplated this new addition to the information he was gathering about Myurai. And it hurt a bit too. Not out of trust or obligation or anything so pedestrian. No...it hurt because he was reminded, once again, that his twin was not with him. Myurai didn't know, couldn't know and likely, unless Samuru were dying, to know about his twin brother. Or his sister. No one would know Its too dangerous. "I'll wait for them here then. They can learn where everything goes." he would give Myurai a sharp glance "And I've already made three steel body suits on my own. My skills at sewing, however, are poor. Having a tailor will be helpful." his shoulders rotated as he fought the loneliness and instead pushed it down with coldness "Anything else you need to tell me?"[✠]
[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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