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 Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2017 3:24 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 1:32 pm
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20 Racks On Table Carved From Ebony.
She said she would pray for me...
"Oh well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down. Where pretty girls are, well you know that I'm around. I kiss 'em and I love 'em cause to me they're all the same I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name. They call me the wanderer. Yeah, the wanderer. I roam around, around, around!" Jolly singing in the middle of an ancient cemetery was odd. Not as odd as what was about to happen of course.
Chet had gotten the tip on an Opium carrier. He had been stalking the individual known as Taka for weeks. Opium was pretty hard to get in Konoha nowadays and he missed it. He wanted it and by God it would be his. He'd continue singing, "And when I see myself fallin' for some little girl I hop right back into my...Wait...What's the next line? ********!" He shouted. At this point he could see his target clearly and whoever was with Taka could see him as well. "I'm gonna need that Opium, ******** boys! For medicinal purposes! I am definitely not going to shove them up my butt!" Chet burped. His enormous weed bong shaking behind him. He was currently shirtless. What had happened to the shirt was beyond him.
If Chet was successful in drawing the attention of his associates then they would fail to realize that the real Chet was hiding behind the slab that had intrigued Huo. The moment they turned around, Chet would attack. "Golem Missile b***h!" He shouted as he dashed towards Taka. When he reached a distance of 2 feet in front of him, Chet would jump and slam a drop kick on his face. Looking over at the shinobi that was with Taka, Chet would quickly float some sake from his bong into his mouth and swish it around before spitting it at the unknown shinobi. If it made contact the spit would expand greatly and cover the man in a goop that would prove highly annoying. Sixteen groping hands would come out and attempt to grab him randomly without rhyme or reason. While the man was dealing with that issue, Chet would take the opium Taka was carrying.
With the opium in his possession Chet would quickly bail the scene before turning around to say, "Do you guys know which direction leads to the fire country?" He shouted in all sincerity. Then he remembered that he was on a super duper secret mission and couldn't go back until it was finished. "DEUCES!" And with that he was gone. Like a force of nature he just happened. Where would he go now? Who knows. I'm honestly quite tired of narrating for him it is quite disgusting. "******** you!" Chet would shout at his narrator or maybe he was finally going schizo or perhaps he was just a blabbering idiot. I'd wager on the latter. |
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 3:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 10:21 pm
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 The Funeral Slab. Many poor souls had been laid to rest here, especially in the aftermath of the flood that devastated the countryside of Mizu no Kuni within the immediate vicinity of Kirigakure. It was here, that all Luna knew for the first 11 years of her life was laid to rest. All of her families, friends, relatives, everything had been burned here. At least, that was what she believed. There had been so many bodies, so many dead, and they were all scattered so far apart, that most of the cremation, the cleanup, had been done by strangers to the bodies. Luna, who had been gravely injured herself and swept far from the lands she was familiar with, could not be here when most of the bodies burned. She could only assume, after seeing not a single familiar face for months and confirming that her village's island didn't even exist anymore, that everyone she knew was laid to rest, either here or elsewhere. Maybe Kirigakure had its own memorial. She... she didn't know. Before Kirigakure had done anything to deserve such caution, she had been convinced by her peers to treat the village with suspicion. Now, after what had happened, the timid little girl honestly couldn't bring herself to get anywhere near the village. This Funeral Slab was the only place Luna could consider a memorial.
That was why now, 6 months after the disaster, she was here for the second time. This time, solely to pay her respects. She held a bouquet of flowers in her arms, a small offering to those buried here. The first was immediately after she had recovered. It was standing here, in front of this slab, that she decided to follow the person who just happened to save her by chance and was kind enough to nurse her back to health... or something of that sort. Now, she stood here, a little older and only a little different. She hadn't changed much, really. Well, maybe she had gotten a little stronger and learned a few techniques. She'd found the path she wanted to grow her skills in, something she had been taught she would need if she wanted to survive outside of the villages. However, she was hardly a threat. A kid like her was only a kid.
Respectfully, Luna stepped softly over the blackened earth and long-cold ashes of past cremation fires. She approached the elevated black stone with solemn silence, and once she reached the landmark, she took a moment to meditate on it. She admired the craftsmanship of the memorial for so many unnamed deceased. She reflected on her past. She remembered what she lost. She imagined what they would say to her now. She thought about her future. Her thoughts were, of course, simple. She was but a child, and what she thought about was mostly what she recalled being told to meditate on during ancestral memorial services. However, as much as her young mind and lack of experiences could, she thought long and hard about such subjects her family had taught her to think about.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 10:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 11:01 pm
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『 賊 』
"Bandits of the Mizu"
With Taka left on the ground, his unconscious body was half shrouded by the thick vegetation, and slightly sunken into the soft mud. He was easily looked over. Even as Shinobi and Rogues moved and spoke around, him, he was left alone, forgotten in the filth and underbrush. And through all the commotion, a voice was speaking in the distance. Two men were approaching from the North East, speaking in calm, unworried tones. The had no headbands, but they dressed and moved like men comfortable and familiar with the Land of Water's marshes. They were natives to the land, born and raised. But their lack of alarm as they neared the clearing with the large funeral slab for the cremations of their ancestors hinted they were not trained or able to sense the multiple chakra users around them.
"...ards dead. A week late. Should be sending the s**t-heel out here. Not us." One voice spoke, low and grumbling. Another answered with a grunt and a rough push of a thick shrub before they both appeared fully into the clearing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 11:54 pm
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[Shishin]
▬▬▬▬▬┤|Houou Uzumaki|├▬ ~D-Rank~~Rogue~~Eiseijutsu~~Bloodline~Chak:: 350 Stam:: 190 Ryo: 3,330 AC:850Houou spent several hours returning to the area, Taka had lead him to, just before the incident occurred. He though to himself, there had to be something that's could do for Taka, that could be of use in further gaining contact with with someone inside Kirigakure, he knew that would be the only way he would ever get a chance to learn from Ōjo and truely gain knowledge of Fuuinjutsu, through the Mizukage's permission. Coming upon the the inconcious Taka, Houou spotted two men standing over his body. Unsure if they were bandits, he would quickly glance over he body to discover, Taka was unmoved from his resting place and they had not yet made their move. What had these men wanted with Taka, Houou wondered to himself, as he moved closer to the men, while sticking to the shadows of the many uneven gravestones. quote="Neryem"]
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 12:17 am
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--------------------------------A K O T OxxxN A K A H A R A
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------{ C h a k r a : : 410 / 410 } { S t a m i n a : : 170 / 170 } { R a n k : : g e n i n }
While Akoto had been busy roaming through the pretty spooky graveyard, the young genin would take a pause as she came across a pink haired child standing near some of the graves in particular. Was she possibly here to mourn a lost one or another sort of family member? It wouldn't be too out of the question. Before she could approach, some edgelord yelled about bleeding somebody out through every part of the body that could leak it. Not the weirdest thing she had heard throughout her short life, but it would definitely rank up there. Akoto would hide against a nearby grave or rock where she could get a better view of the events before they unfolded before her. A shirtless man tore through the cemetery before coming across the girl and practically adopting her against her will. He gave her a name before screeching about finding some man and gunning straight for him.
Meanwhile, a softer set of voices could be heard coming up close. Taking a breath, Akoto ducked further behind her hiding place and focused in on the conversation. Somebody was dead and they didn't seem too happy about it. She was anxious about what to do. Kaneko had not made herself known yet. It meant Akoto would be taking on two people by herself. She was still new at this and dreaded hurting somebody, much less actually being a threat in a fight. She would continue to watch the two while going over the mission goals in her head. "Dispatch mercenary company, obtain research to better Kirigakure, use the land to my advantage." She mumbled to herself while eyeing the environment around her. A plan was beginning to form, but what would the other people here do?
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 12:25 am
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『 賊 』
"Bandits of the Mizu"
The two men were startled as a loud, angry voice carried through the thick fog
and moist air. They dropped to their knees and finally became attentive to
their surroundings; one reached over and patted the other, obviously looking -
and pointing with his other hand - at the unconscious form of Taka. They
leaned close to each other, their words only for them but those close enough
would hear and see the sudden urgency in their body language and tone.
Together, one after the other, they slowly made their way over towards the
doctor, checking him for injuries once they had reached him. They seemed to
share a question, and it looked like they were trying to make up their mind
about something. One clicked his tongue and reached over the doctor to grab
one of Taka's arms and legs to haul the man up over his shoulders to carry
him. The other man had since unsheathed a dagger, holding the hilt in too
tight a grip. Once settled, the two men would turn to the direction they had
come from, obviously getting ready to run...
They had found what they were looking for.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 12:41 am
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Luna simply didn't have enough time to react. She heard the thunderous approach and before she could do anything, she was literally swept off her feet. Her mouth soundlessly went, "Awahwahwahwahwah," in terror as she was picked up by the man she could only assume had been shouting literally bloody threats just moments ago. Her flowers were dropped in the commotion and her hands sought to quickly find purchase in the complex mass that was the human body. One arm wrapped around Chet's head. The hand of the other arm gripped to the hair on the top of Chet's head.
If Luna could trust what he said about adopting her, she supposed she could consider herself safe, but the problem was she neither trusted what was said nor did she want to be adopted. However, what choice did she have? So high off the ground, she could only cling for dear life. In the arms of her kidnapper, Luna trembled in fright. She was just here for a grave visit. What sort of mess had she gotten herself into now? Needless to say, her mind wasn't exactly clear enough to think much of the others in the area, most of whom she could see now that she sat upon higher ground, other than how strange it was that so many people were gathered here.
"Wh-what," Luna struggled to form even that one word, much less create a full sentence.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 12:52 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 2:04 am
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『 賊 』
"Bandits of the Mizu"
"Dyaa-s**t!" One exclaims as his feet suddenly tangle. The man carrying
Taka goes down - landing with a heavy thud that expells all the air from his
lungs. The other, free from the burdon of balancing another man on his
shoulders, only stumbles before righting himself - the slick, wet, thunk of a
kunai impacting flesh and the upright man has a thick gash in his arm that
paints the ground below and soaks his arm. The other two kunai are deflected
elsewhere.
"A trap! I told you," The standing man hisses at his fallen partner. "It was a
bloody trap!"
"Shut up!" The other squirms, trying not to drown in the slick mud around
him, pushed down by the dead weight of Taka across his shoulders, and held
even tighter by the winding roots crawling around them. "Get him off of
me so we can go!" He hisses. The injured kneels down to roll the
doctor off of his partner and begin pulling and cutting the roots away, yanking
with his good arm, the other hanging useless by his side. The panic was
clear on their faces and the inexperience in their movements.
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