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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 7:11 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 1:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 9:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 6:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:50 pm
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× × ×××××××××××××××××××××××××→Omake Ganchou←×オマケ ガンチョー × ××××××××S a n d a n b u e l i t e
Disguise: Anon Maake, Sand Chunnin, Papers Legit
The large Trade Caravan rumbled to a halt outside of the first gate. Anon, the leading officer, approached the guard on duty in order to gain admittance. However, he was shocked to find that his attempts were rejected, and that in fact the entire village had sealed itself off. Not too long ago in fact, a figure had blasted through every possible defense and entered the village. The Trade Caravan, horror struck, barely remembered to pay Anon as they turned and fled to Takumi, a safer port. Anon, though worried, nodded good day to the guards and went back on his way.
OOC: Edegaru, isn't that auto-entering? They may not be able to stop the force, but at least give them a post to respond. -o-
Auto Acts: ○ Auto-Entrance :: Passing into a village without knocking on the gates. This rule can only be ignored by very precise circumstances. ___(Entrance previously granted by a higher-up in the corresponding village, for example.)
But I may be wrong sweatdrop ~(^_^)~
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:20 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 5:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:44 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 8:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:28 pm
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Leprechaun and the Voices
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 9:18 am
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Vosa l|Breath|l Sihvat Don't think. Breathe.
Breath was indeed not far behind. Physically, at least. He stayed with Zayr in body, but mentally, he was barely grounded. He was trying to process what had occurred. The target was dead. Breath hadn't killed anyone, though he had thoroughly prepared himself. He felt like a ragdoll, flopping about due to other forces. He had travelled from Mist, to Sand, to Snow, to Leaf village. But he hadn't accomplished anything. Catching up to Alzayr, he slowed down, inhaled deeply, and cleared his mind. Now he'd have a chance to get his questions answered.
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