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| At Any Cost | Nov 19 2008, 03:23 PM Post #1 |
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The revered Calligraphy School of the Land of Fire had something of a reputation. For generations the place had seen some of the greatest artists and minds of the ninja world pass through its ornate gates. As far as the upper crust of the aristocracy and hell of a lot of up and coming merchants were concerned the place was the first last and only word on culture. Even with its relatively modest size the place boasted one of the largest private libraries it was possible to find outside of a hidden village or a capital city. The old calligraphy academy was, she had to admit it, a truly first class front. The place had been built with funds generously donated from the Fire Daimyo's own coffers. For as long as it had been teaching sniveling artists to put brush to scroll it had been sheltering ANBU recruits and serving as a staging ground for missions into almost every country on the map. Of course it was hardly the only such facility Konoha could brag about. Every shinobi nation worth its salt had a few safe houses lying around. It wasn't even the only one Kiri knew about. It was just that the Mizukage, bless his withered black heart, felt like sending a message to the Land of Fire. Seika felt it was probably an especially short message, the kind with a lot of profanity and exclamation points. So here she was. With her hands intertwined behind her head Seika Uzumaki, the Mist's Walking Disaster, strolls nonchalant down the crowded main hall of the school. "...alright, anybody not feeling particularly ballsy has about a minuet and a half left to run." |
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| Pierce | Nov 19 2008, 04:08 PM Post #2 |
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Oushoku came to a trot just behind the woman that had so rightfully earned a reputation as "The Walking Disaster". Now Ou didn't mind her company, in-fact he rather enjoyed speaking with the red head. It wasn't that he was in love or anything, no far from it, he was far to busy for romance, and besides, he had too keep Ed well fed. Slowly mounting the ninja horse known to everyone as Mr. Ed the young man spoke to the horse before addressing the girl. "Alright Ed, I'll yell for ya if I need ya." The ornery old horse replied. "Yeah yeah, just try not to die while I'm eating those bushes." Oushoku nodded and his face betrayed a hint of a smile. "Thanks Ed I'll keep that in mind." Finally he turned his attention to Seika. " You here to clean up the ANBU?" He knew the answer already, but he asked out of habit more than anything. Advancing at a casual pace, his oversized cavalry saber rattled softly as he walked. The blade was something special to him. Not only did it earn him his place in the seven swordsmen, but it was also crafted by his father, who had died when he was young. Out of habit once again, his hands came to rest on the grip of the weapon, his index finger absentmindedly tracing the peaks and valleys of the basket hilt. Edited by Pierce, Nov 19 2008, 04:08 PM.
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| At Any Cost | Nov 19 2008, 05:45 PM Post #3 |
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Seika cocks her head over her shoulder at the Cavalier and gives an abrupt nod of acknowledgment. Her hands unknott from the nape of her neck and her left taps against a compact storage scroll at her side. Chakra ebbs off the scroll to her fingers like a static charge and the next instant a length of whisper sharp metal snaps into a waiting hand with a tiny thunderclap. "...clean up? They were telling me 'aggressive communication.' Slash and burn style." Seika's left arm falls and with every step forward the sword drags along the academy pavement, shrieking like nails raking across a chalkboard. Edited by At Any Cost, Nov 20 2008, 08:17 AM.
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| Deleted User | Nov 20 2008, 12:51 PM Post #4 |
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[Not sure if this is what you wanted, AAC, but here you go] What was this? What the hell was this? It wasn’t everyday that somebody was sent to the Caligaphry School to actually train in the writing arts, and here was one such ninja, sitting in his room, his brush moving slowly. Be it a Chuunin as he was, it as bad that he needed to get his hand writing abilities perfected, and so he sat there, looking at the bored and letting his hands move as fast as they could down the paper. It was about halfway done, the kanji that was, when someone came up behind him, tapped him on the shoulder, and muttered the words “Code Seven.” Instantly the hand locked up on it’s place, the brush steadying and the nameless Chuunin sitting there, contemplating the words. Almost instantly he felt his thoughts resolve as he heard the confirmation signal, someone from the hall tapping their foot three times, he knew what the man had told him was true. The people in the hall kept moving past the people, and until she withdrew what seemed to be a sword or something of that level, it was then that heads began to turn. Everyone, and I mean everyone, locked up, looked at the girl, and held there postitions for what seemed to be several seconds. Behind the women some idiot had also mounted a horse in the hall-way. How inconspicuous was that? The first person made there move. Instantly five different people, all appearing in there early tweens, blasted foreword, drawing out weapons such as kunai, which three of them did, the other two drawing out what seemed to be katana. It took less then a second for everyone else to react, handseals, smoke, and shuriken now whizzing at there air as nearly seven different shinobi, all appearing like normal people, flet there bodies spur in a leap at the two people. It was slaughtering time. |
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| At Any Cost | Nov 20 2008, 01:53 PM Post #5 |
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['tis perfection, Stride] Seika's face is still locked into scoffing open-mouthed deadpan as the 'students' finally drop the scholarly facade. In her eyes though, if you knew were to look, you might just see the barest edge of a smile at that moment. "Yay. Volunteers." Seika takes a step forward towards the charging mob. With a flick of the wrist the sword in her left hand flies into the air and the same hand catches it by the blade as it comes down. She takes another step forward and hurls the katana overhand at the closest target. It rips through the air like a buzzsaw the color of an ink blot but before it's even half way to its intended victim she's among them. A sword freshly pulled from the Set is held white knuckled in each hand. With a practiced grace each flashes towards something soft and vulnerable as Seika tries to carve the lot of them into another red lullaby. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 20 2008, 02:11 PM Post #6 |
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[Given your RP skill, I’m sure that you should be able to pick up on tone of the numerous openings I left in this post to escape even though it sounds like instant death.] Bodies, blood, it was all just another day during an ambush. An arm flew by one chuunin’s head who, after several seconds of trying to find the attacker, was cut inhalf him self. No one had much time to react at these fast deaths, all they had time to do was move, evacuate and throw a shuriken here or there. Several minutes passed, and as they did almost all of the people inside the school had managed to escape, landing in the trees and on the ground of the school. Those left inside were either slow or attempting to hold back the attackers, of which for the most part they were failing. One persons head even came smashing through the nearest window, shocking a couple female shinobi in the trees. Three people landed around the school now, all yelling something along the lines of “GET BACK!” or “ALERT THE MAIN VILLAGE!” They all wore long, tan ponchos over their bodies and the familiar ANBU mask over their faces. Quickly they started performing handseals, the fingers interloping and disconnecting with some of the greatest speeds possible. The first stopped quickly, ending the line of hand seals with his arms spread at full length. It was then that he shouted something along the lines of “Raiton: Neutralization Sphere!” The interveral between the words and the jutsu was small, impossibly small, as a semi-circle like done of thing, veiled lightning-property carrying chakra formed itself around the school. It was then that the next ANBU stopped his lengthy seals, shouting out “Suiton: Pressure Field!” Just as before the inverval was short as from the grass itself came thin sheets of water, forming a cube around the school itself. Finally, with the preparations complete, the last shinobi finished his seals with the famous tiger seal, and with the words “Katon: All Consuming Air!” said, the explosion inside occurred. Naturally the electric barrier was blow away, but the water barrier was able to hold in the rest of the explosion as the oxygen, nearly every-bit of it inside the containment fields, was burned up in the explosion. The cube dropping back into the grass the three ANBU stood there, their heads making them thinking that they had won the battle. |
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| At Any Cost | Nov 20 2008, 02:56 PM Post #7 |
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Somehow the place is still standing after the blast. A bit charred in parts, definitely a bit of fire damage here and there, but still standing. They just don't make safe houses like they used to, those words have just about lost all meaning these days. As the dust clears on the inside, forced down by the inevitable back draft from the explosion, two rippling and steaming blue hemispheres come into view. Well that's making the generous assumption that there's anyone left in the building who survived the blast. Still if there was anyone there to bare witness they'd see the dual water prisons collapse and come splashing to the floor. Left behind in their place would be two very soaked but otherwise untouched kiri jonin, hypothetically speaking. "You can thank me later, Ou. You take the 'students.' Their handlers are mine." Seika, dripping from head to toe, walks back out the academy doors looking for whatever ANBU pricks who'd been stupid enough to try doing her job for her. Edited by At Any Cost, Nov 20 2008, 06:07 PM.
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| Pierce | Nov 20 2008, 06:18 PM Post #8 |
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Ou looked slightly frazzled. This is why he hated his job. What sane world allowed someone to ignite all the oxygen in a given area after sealing it in a barrier of electrical energy. Sometimes he wished that the villages would just put aside their differences and let him run his goddamn ramen shop. "Yeah thanks for the save. I have to open up the shop tomorrow. Mia would kill me if I died without opening." He sighed and then casually stood. Leaning on a pile of nearby rubble mound to aid him. Looking around he took note of the targets given to him by his ally. They were a motley assortment of gennin with the occasional chunnin. "Look guys do yourselves a favor and just run away. You can't win." He drew his massive saber regardless. Ninja had this bad tendency to try and die before letting dishonor befall them. Ou had no such luxury. He had a store to run and employees to pay. "Just think before you do something foolish that you'll regret." |
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| Deleted User | Nov 21 2008, 01:03 PM Post #9 |
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The first ANBU black ops member to notice that the two were alive was already on top of the game, not wasting a moment to deal with the threat at hand. With a click of his heel three times on the soft soil under him, most of the genin had departed, leaving the fifteen sum chuunin and the three ANBU there in front of the school, standing in a loosely held party, some carrying kunais, the occaisional member carrying some crazy axe, sword or some other form of weapon. “The one that just spoke had a summon that transformed into a weapon and the other was able to take down several genin and two chuunin with her own sword, indicating that they are both sword users,” the first ANBU, one with an Eagle mask, was speaking in a hushed whisper to the party, “So chances are they are from Kiri. It’ll take an hour to get back up so we must either hold out or kill them here, understood?” A procession of nods and grunts was heard from behind him. With a flip of a kunai one of the party broke formation to the rest surprise, his body speeding across the ground as he charged at Seika, his jumping through the air with a spin and coming down fast. The others made no hesitation. Most of the group dispersed in a semi-circle around the school, orders flying everywhere as weapons were drawn and even more handseals were weaved. It took but a few seconds for the first of the chuunin to finish their preparations, pressing there hands against the ground and both yelling “Doton: Trench Birth!” Their words were followed after a crunch, the sort of crunch that resounds through the air as dirt and ground and stone is broken. A deep, nearly ten foot trench, dug itself around the school, another one forming as an attack to trip of the footing of the two Kiri-nin infront of them. Soon after these first few moves the three ANBU made their move, the one with the eagle mask throwing a scroll out infront of him which landed on the ground. Stepping on the kanji in the center of the scroll, which stood for spikes, a series of large, brown and jagged spikes erupted from the ground, the crunching sound continueing as each one emerged and traveled to the intended targets. The next ANBU, this one having a Tiger mask, made no hesitation to run not only behind the school, but ontop of it and with a leap above everyone to throw out yet another scroll, this one releasing a rain of kunai which, with the third ANBU, a Dog mask, own jutsu were propelled as wind wrapped around them, sharpening them to a sickening point, and released the sickles of enhanced sharpness upon the two. |
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| At Any Cost | Nov 21 2008, 03:51 PM Post #10 |
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Seika doesn't falter as the ground tears itself apart at her feet and these great granite teeth try to gnaw their way free from the earth trying to get a taste of her. Instead, she just plants a booted foot over one of those pin sharp pneumatic spikes as it punches its way free of the soil and, preposterously, somehow manages to ride it into the air. The thing roars into the air, ten, then fifteen feet in a fraction of a second, taking the Walking Disaster with it all the while. When the spike reaches it's zenith Seika kicks off it. She catapults up into the air, and thanks to the extra momentum, easily clearing the impromptu trench. With a black sword plunging down towards both of the ANBU's shoulders she falls towards eagle-mask with enough lean predatory grace to make his namesake feel envious. Edited by At Any Cost, Nov 21 2008, 03:56 PM.
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| Pierce | Nov 23 2008, 08:30 AM Post #11 |
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Ou frowned as the huge tear in the earth erupted beneath him. This was clearly an attempt to cause them to lose their footing, more than it was an attempt to actually harm them in any way. It was a good attempt. The swordsman was far more surprised when the massive teeth of stone shot up, but he was extremely practiced in using sharp edges for his own gain that he reflexively rode the jagged spike up and used the force of its ascent to further his own ability to leap. In mid air he whistled. It was a high reverberating whistle, and his stalwart ally would know what it meant. Out of a group of nearby trees, a chestnut blur shot towards the falling nin. Ou landed with a sound that resembled a woof on the familiar saddle of Mr. Ed. Now with a Jim face, he landed just outside the trench that had been created. Not hesitating he launched himself towards the nearest anbu member and attempted to cleave his head from his shoulders, and failing that, trample him under the chargers great hooves. It was a very predictable attack, but Mr. Ed was fast, and agile, hopefully that would be enough. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 23 2008, 08:55 AM Post #12 |
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The Dog-Masked cursed under his breath as Seika shot foreward, his spikes missing the target along with his Kunai. His body landed on the ground, the same spike she had jumped off with and with but a simple push was following suit after her, using the other spikes to increase his speed by jumping off of them as well. Instantly he brought out his own Katana, a handseal being used before it, and with a spin released a massive torrent of air at Seika before him. It was a simple manuver to blow her away whilst Eagle-Mask, being the ANBU he was, smiled as he let her blade hit him, his body vanishing and being replaced by a simple log. Change of Body Subtance Technique: Sucess. However the Tiger-Masked ANBU found himself hardpressed to escape the horse intime, taking a dodging motion to the side himself in an attempt to escape. With a simply pivot of the arms he the Tiger-Masked ANBU was in the air, dodging and feeling his left leg sting. The horses head had knicked it. However there were rules that ninja were surposed to adhere to, and this horse riding ninja did not as almost as quickly as the horse had charged chains erupted from the ground to restrict there rider and pull him off. Off two the sides two Chuunin smiled as they held them, pulling as hard as they could as four more chuunin rained down on Ou, kunai in hand. The final ANBU member, the Eagle-Mask whose attacker had been delayed by the Dog-Masked member, simply drew out another scroll, and threw it out as well, this one having the Kanji for electric water. He stepped on it as a geyser erupted from his foot, aimed at the girl who was attacking, electricity flowing through the currents and joining with the torrent of wind to form a sort of flying water spout with electricty running through it. If this were to hit it would tear through most defensive jutsu and with her simple blade, she could not block it without a stronger ability. This battle was nearing it’s end. |
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| At Any Cost | Nov 23 2008, 08:16 PM Post #13 |
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Seika plants both swords into the ground to brace herself but when the headwind slams into her she can't seem to keep a grip on either of them. She's sent skidding backwards as the wind buffets her around before she can find her footing again. Her empty hands blur through a set of hand seals and the air thickens with raw undiluted chakra. As the electrified current arcs over the two swords it buckles strangely and the lightning arcs away into the ground. The mist nin's own energy rips into the jutsu and the torrent contorts, and then instead of a stream it's two perfect mirror images of herself that are flying at her. A savage grin cracks wide on all three faces as Seika catches both clones by the wrist, takes a huge whirling step forward, and then releases, throwing her selves towards the ANBU agents. As the water clones pass over were Seika was tossed earlier each liberates one of the trapped swords with a practiced grace. Still airborne and moving fast, the clones slash out at their masked opponents with shards of ink black steel while the genuine Walking Disaster starts to motion through another set of hand seals. Edited by At Any Cost, Nov 23 2008, 08:17 PM.
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| Pierce | Nov 27 2008, 05:40 PM Post #14 |
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As the chains ensnared Ou, he exploded into a mass of water. It had been a water clone. With a loud proclamation, The real Oushoku spoke from a mass of trees to the left of the tiger masked ANBU. " Suiton: Water Creation jutsu" upon saying these words the combat zone covered in a three foot deep 'pond'. "Like I'd charge in on a goddamn horse..." Flipping into a tree he then announced. " Suiton: Surf Lasher!" A foot thick tendril of animated water moved to swat the chunin who were attacking the spot where his clone had been. Mr. Ed whinnied and then sprinted across the water to the opposite side of the 'arena'.
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| Deleted User | Nov 27 2008, 06:20 PM Post #15 |
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Tiger-Mask turned on a heel at the words, his body jumping back as the water blasted from the soil and trees and over took the ground by several feet of water. The CHuunin were jumping away too, trying there best to escape but the follow up attack was quick, to quick. The ANBU and the CHuunins, four of them had no time to say anything back or to make a retort or to even feel and emotion, the jutsu was quick and nearly instantly all of them were decapitated, their bodies landing in the water and turning it’s contents red. A loud yell fell into the waters then, the Dog-Mask finding it’s body being decapitated by the clone instantly, the masked head falling into the water and the Eagle-Mask jumping into the air, his hands coming into a mascarade of seals as it thrusted down, two gales of fire blasting outwards and burning them both into vapor. The Eagle-Mask landed on the ground, it’s right knee smacking into the water loudly as it hunched over, breathing hard. It had used too many jutsu, and the fact that he had low amounts of chakra made the whole situation worse. At this rate they would all die, help would not come in time. As if it was a last ditch effort all fifteen of the Chuunin jumped into the fray, nine of which jumping at Seika and the remaining three jumping at Ou. Their ages were varied, from young to middle-aged and they were all intelligent, but in the current situation they knew they would die, they knew there lives were at an end, so why not go out in a bang? |
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