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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 11:22 pm
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Victorian Outfit - Pic
----------Nekita from Kirigakure----------
Having rushed here from her long, extended nap, Nekita was simply amazed by the vast torii gate standing in front of the meager village. It was slightly chilly out, but the red hues from the entrance could be seen for miles, warming her inner self. After checking into the free-to-do-so-if-you-want registery, she bounded off for the main court after noting that she had arrived before the majority of other people. Several lower villages had already sent in some of their shinobi, those being of Kusagakure, Otogakure, Amegakure, and the declining village of Iwagakure. So much food needed to be eaten--her tummy grumbled--to which her thoughts were wrested back to feeding her thin form. "Food, here I come...!"
----------To the Main Court----------
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 8:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 11:29 pm
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xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx
The approach of the monk was definitely an opportunity for humor, and probably one of the moments Zay wished was not so memorable. Having expected the blades to be delivered to him at the gate, he'd had to find a way to make the bundle work, with the standards plus three. Needless to say... It hadn't been so successful. On the way it, the pack had damn near torn in twain, the result?
Zay found himself stumbling into the gates, it seemed nearly that the monk was walking beneath a canvas tent of sorts. The swords in their sheathes poked out in every which direction, bound shut by cord. Only three of the eleven blades did not hang nearly as awkwardly. Finally, the crimson hair was free of the canvas, looking over the tower blades. It was a shame... He was broke after purchasing the swords. Shrugging, he moved onward, to an isolated location... To the White Waves.
That had been the plan, but there was a drawback... Someone had sent a messenger after him. "Sir! You're needed here," the man called, with a scroll. How bothersome it was, the anticipation in him flared up. There was much to do, and he had to go to the first round of evaluations.
[Off to the Test Chamber!]
"A man's soul wrought in iron!"
"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 8:57 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 8:50 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 8:59 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 10:13 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:06 pm
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