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| At Any Cost | Dec 1 2008, 06:04 PM Post #1 |
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Face down in the gutter, won't admit defeat
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Seika walks slowly homeward through the forests that surround Kirigakure. A haphazardly warped bundle of swords strung over her shoulder with a piece of bandaging clinks with every step forward. For all it's somber, girded, reputation, the Land of Water had a quiet beauty all to its own. Sometimes it was nice just to soak it in. It helped take the edge of life, especially after a day's worth of 'aggressive communication.'
Edited by At Any Cost, Dec 2 2008, 02:39 PM.
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| Deleted User | Dec 2 2008, 02:26 PM Post #2 |
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With but a step Zaruten felt his body leave the walls of Kirigakure no Sato, the Village Hidden in the Mist, his haori and hair flying behind him, even though it was short, landing on a mist covered tree, his body sinking into a kneel as he landed on the branch and blasted off, his body sprawling open as he got another branch, spun on it as well, and flew into the air, landing on another tree, this time on the bottom of the branch, observing the forest in front of him. Nothing but mist, trees, water and several chakra’s in the forest which all posed a somewhat interesting threat. Slowly he fell from the branch, landing on his feet with a spin and raising up his black-banaged covered arms performing a seal. The air around him began to grow colder as the mist thickened and spread over the forest, his eye’s closing and his ears growing more acute. Two of these chakra’s were Akatsuki, that much was obvious, and it seemed the robed villains had ended up getting into some sort of clash as another, more annoying chakra began to draw closer to the village. Akatsuki? Ally? Zaruten opened his eye’s slowly, the mist dispersing now, as he began to jog and run across the roots and branches, jumping into the air and falling down behind the women who had decided to come to the village, non-chalantly like she owned the place. Bitch. Zaruten resented Seika as much as he did every other living being, but this was just unforgivable, walking past the Akatsuki and letting them have their fun in Mizu no Kuni. We couldn’t have that, now could we? Letting a kunai whiz past her head he looked at her now, contempt in his eyes. Seemed like somebody needed a remainder of who they belonged too and this one here was stupid enough to not know who she belonged too. “Seika,” Zaruten said, “Why are you not fighting the Akatsuki with the others? Could it be that your abilities as a swordsmen grow too weak to contribute to the village?” |
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| At Any Cost | Dec 2 2008, 02:56 PM Post #3 |
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Seika stops in mid step as a knife goes flying over her shoulder and collides with a tree some fifteen feet in front of her. The woodblock thunk it makes as it connects echoes through the forest and only really starts to fade when Zaruten finishes his little lecture. Then there's silence, or the tranquility that passes for it in a forest like this. There's the quiet rustling of the backdrop, spotted in places by a twitter, or a splash, or a chirp. After a measure of that Seika just breaks out laughing. Red in the face, hunched over, stop-me-or-m-gunna-die laughter. "...wooooooh. You know wh... heh... What's really funny? hehhee heh... A piece of clan trash talking like they.. heh.. Like they know what the fuck it is to belong to MY village!" In a second or two Seika manages to pull herself together and stifle her levity. Almost as if she'd never been interrupted, she starts walking homeward. In no time at all she's out of view. Edited by At Any Cost, Dec 9 2008, 02:48 PM.
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