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Post by Hideki Aoba on Jan 16, 2012 2:22:54 GMT -5
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LYRICS. Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
NOTES. blah blah blah ! [/style]
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She spoke of the weapon's origins with grandfather, and of how it made it to her. She mentioned how she had developed her own style with her weapon due to a dislike to the original style. Hideki had no idea how a voulge was suppose to be used nor could he guess how she may use one. Apparently the extra parts, perhaps the ring around the center and the spikes near the blades, were added to make the weapon her own. It sounded like she shook the very foundation of family history with a bold decision. His sensei sure sounded like she liked to disrupt authority.
Just as Hideki finished eating rather quickly Miku stood up and announced it was time for them to go. Hideki didn't mind this as he stood up as well. While she explained that they needed to stay within arms reach Hideki felt an odd sensation on his feet. Surely he wouldn't feel the cold dirt or the warm fire within his shinobi sandals. He looked down to see he was still in his undershirt and boxers. His realization came a little late as Miku prepared to jump away.
"Wait wait wait Miku-sensei! I gotta get dressed first!" Hideki quickly ran back to his tent where he leaped inside. After about a minute of rapid thrashing within the tent Hideki popped out fully dressed in his blue and white clothes. His shinobi gear was attached around his leg and waist. His spear rest under an arm as he slide on his tekou. These pieces of armor were also given to him by his sister. She got them from an elderly man who said he was a master martial artist and only to give these to someone she wanted to protect. They were surprisingly great additions to his armor.
After getting a better hold on his spear with his right hand Hideki got a running start before leaping into the air toward the trees with the rest of his squad. They moved forward a bit when Hideki decided to break the silence with a statement.
"Hey Miku-sensei, you never mentioned what you named your voulge after breaking tradition," Hideki called out. [/style]
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Post by Rai on Jan 16, 2012 9:41:07 GMT -5
There had been a drought of sorts in the great Rice country as of late. It of course wasn't a traditional drought mind you but one of much greater significance than the norm. I'm of course speaking of perhaps the deadliest drought known to man which was one of the fun variety. This in most cases could be far more dangerous than a simple water shortage depending on who you asked. That being said if you happened to ask the heaps of rather bulky nameless bandits now lying on the ground writhing in pain they would all certainly concur with the aforementioned statement. It had been almost a full week since the ruggedly handsome rouge ninja Shimo Rai had received his recommended dose of fun from the Kumogakure ninja that had been nice enough to entertain him and satiate his hunger for having an abnormally good time. Unluckily for Shimo however only about a day after departing from Kumo his traveling companion and sparring buddy Enjou basically told Shimo to fuck off while he flitted off to take care of some business in Nokogakure.
After scouring the countryside for some super duper fun times this was all he could manage to find although he was rather disappointed judging by the way his usual wide grinning was beginning to falter slightly as he held one of the bandit's hands grasped in his own. Now Shimo wasn't a physically strong individual by a long shot but what he lacked in said area he made up for in speed and the ability to cause great damage with things that didn't concern brawn which was rather obvious upon closer inspection of the two intermingled hands. Please stop! I'm sorry the criminal cried out as he squirmed in agony as he had to watch the hand he had grown up with and shared in many horrifying experiences with was slowly being frozen over to the bone just from being in prolonged contact with the ex Furogakure ninja's gauntlets. Awwww cmon mate! Shimo cried out as his faltering smile seemed to grow even larger as he leaned his face ever closer to his victim until they were only inches apart. The look of fear in the man's eyes was nothing Shimo had seen before and truth be told as of late the frost reaver found it to be rather irksome. Fear while having it's own special entertainment value didn't hold a candle to an opponent who was having just as good a time if not a better one than Shimo.
Alas that didn't seem to be the case as Shimo had finally bored of this little altercation he had begun and quickly yanked his hand away bringing a little friend along. As the bandit screamed in pain the young criminal could only chuckle as he pulled the hand sickle away from his own before kneeling down and bringing it ever closer to it's old host. High five! Shimo called out rather joyously as an innocent yet eerie grin stretching from ear to ear now appeared on his face. Your just gonna leave me hanging then? He asked quizzically before finally tossing the frozen hand over his shoulder nonchalantly. "Don't worry friend." Shimo said as he left his crouched position in favor of a standing one. "I heard that if you keep it on ice you can reattach it later." With a small pause he turned and began to saunter away. "Your welcome~"
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Post by Ketsu on Jan 16, 2012 10:34:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]Ketsu listened to Hideki and Miku talk, surprised at how well this group was connecting to each other. The rate at which the team was connecting was astounding, to the point where Ketsu already trusted both of them, and he was fairly certain Hideki did the same. Miku on the other hand most likely trusted them, but not to the point where she'd trust them with her life like they would her; both because she was a higher rank than her, and because she was in the ANBU forces. That right there brought up an interesting idea. When Hideki and himself were both Chunin, maybe the three of them could go into the ANBU together. At Miku's request, they'd easily stay together as a team.... ah, but she probably wouldn't want to rejoin the ANBU. It was easily understandable; she had already quit for her own reasons. It was getting about time to leave as Ketsu stood up, brushing himself off and ate only about half of his slab of meat, putting the rest on a place on the ground, not really caring if someone else or something else came to take it. He stretched out, preparing for the move out while he waited for their conversation to finish. As if reading his mind, Miku spoke; "Huh. Looks like I'll be able to tell more stories later. We need to continue with our mission. I hope both of you are well rested, because I need both of you at your best for this. Everyone needs to follow behind me, and I need both of you to never stray out of arms length from each other. You need to defend not only yourselves, but your teammate as well. I'm not bring back any dead bodies to awaiting families."Ketsu made no comment, but the look in her eyes hinted that she'd done this time and time before, and she'd seen the dead bodies brought back. He closed his eyes for a moment out of respect for that, and then stood up straight and smirked again as Hideki rushed to get dressed. Ketsu followed Miku for about half a minute before Hideki jumped in with them. They moved for awhile silently, and then Hideki broke the silence; "Hey Miku-sensei, you never mentioned what you named your voulge after breaking tradition,"Which was actually a good question. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646] The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by Miku on Jan 16, 2012 17:24:43 GMT -5
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[/b] She responded over her shoulder. Both of her genin were ready, despite Hideaki's exclamations of not being fully dressed. He'd learn to move a bit faster with her around, that's for sure. Giving a small smile, she charges towards their destination, ignoring the sick feeling in her stomach. It was probably the usual apprehension that came before a mission, she concluded. The trip was short, the campsite they had made was only a mile or so from their destination. Not only was it efficient for possible spying, but also because it didn't take long for Miku's sensory skills to kick in. She paused, landing on a branch after several minutes of travel. They were no more then a kilometer away from the rogue cave, and she could feel signatures. While they were indeed faint, she could still feel them. Of course, she was still too far away to determine if they were a threat or not. Holding up a hand, she signals for the two genin to halt behind her. “Take it slow from here. I feel other shinobi. I need both of you to be extremely careful from this point onwards. You know, unless you want a bunch of grubby rogues to kick your asses.” That may be a tad bit harsh, but she was being honest. They continued forward, while she seemed a tad bit cautious. As the cave came into sight, the thin forest land faded into the flat landscape that was common to the Rice Country. It meant a lack of cover, but Miku could adapt to that. She clears her throat, no longer able to slip behind the cover of woodlands in case shit went down. Eh, no big deal. The wide landscape would be great for moving around. Cracking her knuckles, she peers towards the direction of the cave. The jonin pauses for a moment, then frowns as the chakra signature from earlier became much larger then what she had been expecting. Whoever was there, he or she was around her rank. That was going to be problem alright. “Eh. Both of you stay back. We got trouble.”[/b] Right as she said that, she noticed the soft gleam of blue as a figure walked out of the cave. Miku blinks, noting the obvious about the person before her. Blue hair, blue eyes with a crazy gleam, and lackadaisy posture. He didn't look threatening, but looks could be misleading. He was obviously the signature from earlier, while the other signatures seemed more withdrawn. That said that either everybody was taking a nap, or this guy knocked them over the head with a blunt object. It was still rather late out, the moon granting Miku enough light to notice the expressions on his face, whatever they may be. She grasps at the hem of her glove, pulling it back to tighten the material. She doesn't seem bothered by the person in front of her. She clears her throat, deciding to speak first. “Sup?” [/style][/td][td][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; ][STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [/td][/tr][/table] [style=width: 200px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -20px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/center]
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Post by Rai on Jan 17, 2012 12:28:16 GMT -5
Shimo's sullen demeanor changed almost instantly as he left the cave and laid his eyes upon the new figure before him. The woman before him was quite a beauty to say the least although her hair was a bit strange although that was the pot calling the kettle black now wasn't it? Regardless the disappointment he had felt from his small scuffle with the bandits had simply faded away and was now replaced with a far more optimistic mood border lining on giddiness. As she muttered the word "Sup" his face reddened slightly and a rather perverted look took shape on his face. Without warning ice exploded from the ground behind Shimo sending him flying forward at incredible speeds, his arms open wide as he came in contact with the young pink haired woman "glomping" her ferociously to the ground where he commenced to rub his face in the crook of her neck in an almost animalistic manner being cautious not to delve into any inappropriate areas, an action which had gotten him into quite a pickle with the opposite sex on more than a few occasions.
Shimo's personality changed rather drastically around cute women replacing his usual fun starved and ruthlessly uncaring demeanor. This of course of course was the only lesson Shimo's mother had managed to beat into him through the years. Women should always receive special attention and made to feel special. This of course didn't sink in entirely as the rouge ice ninja only acted this way around women he himself found attractive explaining why he hadn't shown the same courtesy to the female ninja from Kumo. That and the fact he was already far to riled up from the prospect of fighting two opponents at once to really take it into consideration. As he finally stopped nuzzling the woman there was only one thing left to do as he laid upon her now staring into her eyes. "What's your name?"
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Post by Hideki Aoba on Jan 17, 2012 17:20:47 GMT -5
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LYRICS. Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
NOTES. blah blah blah ! [/style]
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The fancily dressed shinobi kept quiet as they approached the cave. Miku told them to stay together and be careful unless they wanted to get their bums handed to them by any violent folks. He took Miku's word for it. Hideki did not want to test his skills or luck against any of these potential criminals. Once they got to the edge of the clearing Miku seemed a little troubled about something. Hideki had no problems staying behind when Miku said stay there. He trusted the words of someone skilled enough to be in and out of Anbu at her age. Plus if she got into a battle perhaps Hideki could see her skills without handicaps.
As she moved into the clearing a lone figure left the cave. He wore simple garb when compared to his eccentric features. The first would have to be his bright blue hair. Yet another oddity in the world of random hair colors counting his Cyan colored hair, Miku's pink hair, and Ketsu's used-to-be-green-now-red hair. The next most prominent feature was the equipment he had around his hands and feet. Hideki couldn't pick out what they were exactly other than metal things that gave off a blueish white mist of some sort. Perhaps it was the blueish tone, but Hideki had no idea what their temperature was yet he got shivers down his spine.
Miku seemed calm and collected when dealing with this odd person. All she said was "Sup?" and this guy almost seemed startled to run into someone right outside the cave. Near instantaneously, easily faster than Hideki could process, the blue man leaped forward leaving behind a large patch of ice in his wake. Due to the black color of the ice Hideki couldn't identify what it was exactly, but he had suspicions that it was something cold or ice-like.
Hideki worried for Miku at first as the sudden burst of speed in a straight line charge toward his teacher surely meant aggressive and violent motives. However, much to his surprise, the blue man was more or less nuzzling his sensei instead. A visible expression of confusion was plastered on his face. Though only Ketsu would know this who was right next to him in the forest edge. Hideki kept his place and stayed silent knowing that he shouldn't make any moves until he was certain of the situation plus Miku could handle herself much better than he could. [/style]
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Post by Miku on Jan 17, 2012 20:01:00 GMT -5
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[/b] She gives him a small pat on the head, her eyebrow giving a small twitch. Rape had been at the tip of her tongue, but it didn't seem like he was trying that of all things. He seemed more attention starved then anything. She pushes herself up into a sitting position, squirming before rising to her feet, with him still clinging to her neck like a baby. She's LIKE to say that this wasn't weird, but she'd be lying to herself. He lifted his head, staring at her intently. She shuffled back, arching backwards at the stare. “Uh. Miku.”[/b] She responds, squirming out of the vice grip. His happiness could be compared to a child, that, or some hyper active mutt. She fixes with her jacket, rubbing a clothed hand against her neck. “Is that how you greet everyone..?”[/b] Not like it made the situation was any better. Miku could handle crazy, it just had to be a blood lust crazy. Being flat out bonkers was something completely different. She glanced at her shoulder towards her genin, giving them the type of look that said 'we got a strange one here kids'. “I suppose I should ask for your name. You know, be polite and all that. Another hug is not needed.” She made sure to stress the last sentence, holding up both hands in both a lax and defensive manner. He was obviously a chakra user, judging from the path of ice. Eh. Hopefully he was just a mercenary or something. Miku never liked meeting up with shinobi from other villages. They tended to be...eh. Weird. Wait. He was weird. Shit. She grimaced mentally, but there was another voice that argued that those shinobi were a completely different kind of weird. This guy was the type of weird you find when you got through those parts of town where people have a few screw loose. While yes, she might be being a TAD bit critical about the guy standing in front of her, Miku was never a touchy touchy sort. Anyone who showed open affection was a wack job in her dictionary. Someone who just ran around hugging strangers might as well be clinically insane. Her smile seemed a tad bit strained as she took another step back, waiting on his response. [/style][/td][td][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; ][STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [/td][/tr][/table] [style=width: 200px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -20px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/center]
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Post by Rai on Jan 18, 2012 16:30:42 GMT -5
"And I thought I was cold." Shimo said with a wide grin as Miku finally managed to break free of his grasp. He could tell that she wasn't exactly the touchy type judging by how rigid her body went after he came into contact with her but this of course could have been how most people reacted when being hugged by a random stranger. This of course hardly mattered to the young rouge at this particular moment as he was simply belated about meeting such an adorable girl only moments after beating up a bunch of ugly smelly bandits. Her looks however were not the only thing that had gotten Shimo's attention however as he knew from the moment he saw her that she was a shinobi. It was her posture mostly that gave it away but the large weapon she was carrying was a subtle hint as well. “I suppose I should ask for your name. You know, be polite and all that. Another hug is not needed.” Miku asked politely albeit a little harsh in her request that he not hug her again. "Oh I suppose that's ok then." The blue hair man said with a smile as he scratched his head nervously. "It's Shimo Riba and I, My adorable little Miku am a freelance of sorts. Shimo said with a devious grin. "I deal with all sorts of odd jobs ranging from Body-guarding to criminal elimination although as of late I find myself liking missions that involve a more moderate amount of challenge such as those assigned by ninja villages. Which by the looks of things" The young blue haired ninja said cockily as he plopped to the ground Indian style. "You and your squad are currently on."
He could make such an assumption based just by her body language and reaction to his affectionate hug. While her body had reacted even before he came into contact with her signifying at the very least she had some rather adequate prior training however the fact that she had not acted more hostile against his advance meant that she was certainly no criminal. Based on this analysis he could deduct that she had to be a village shinobi and considering she wasn't wearing an Anbu mask she would more than likely be traveling in a group. And of course the Nokogakure headband was also a minor piece of evidence. "Well then!" Shimo said excitedly as he quickly sprang up and in a rather instant manner had already managed to wrap his arm around her shoulder, his face still rather red from their first physical encounter. "Now that the introductions are over what do you say we help one another with this eh? You know the old expression right? I squeeze your boobs you squeeze mine? Wait that's not it is it? I don't remember but no worries Miku, If you ever need somebody to squeeze your chest I'm your man, Although I'm a bit lacking in that department." Shimo said with a frown as he rubbed his chest seemingly searching for something that just wasn't there. "I suppose we can't all be so well endowed." He said as he glanced as Miku's erm... endowments. After reluctantly averting his gaze he cleared his throat and asked a rather simple question that would hopefully start his and her relationship. "So what's the plan?"
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Post by Miku on Jan 19, 2012 0:17:48 GMT -5
[STYLE= font: 60pt arial; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #eee; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 35px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #E31230, -1px 0px 0px #E31230;]Holdin' ON[/style][STYLE= font: 10pt arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #070707; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 35px; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -30px;]I'M FALLING APART. BARELY BREATHING WITH A BROKEN HEART THAT'S STILL BLEEDING[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;][style=font: 10px Tahoma; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 300px; color: #5E5E5E; margin-top:-10px; ]“...No squeezes needed.” |
[/color] She says slowly, giving him a strange look. The glance to her breasts didn't escape her notice, her lip twitching as she held a small smile. Oh great. He was affectionate and a pervert. Why was she not surprised? Most people that went off on their own tended to be a bit strange anyways. Although, through all her observations, shinobi were just strange in general. That was including herself, obviously, but she already knew her flaws. Miku brushed past him gently, glancing towards the cave. “I'm guessing you already had a fun chat with the people taking residence here.” She noted, not remarking that several signatures had vanished during their conversation. “Any of them mention anything about a caravan? We're on the search for a group of traders who have gone missing in the past couple weeks. They had important information on them and we are needed to recover them..or the information.” If worst came to worst, the caravan was dead and rogues were getting ready to raid even more traders affiliated with Nokogakure. If that was the case, this mission could easily turn into a slaughter, something her squad was not ready for. While Miku didn't approve of outsourcing, now was not the time to be picky. She twisted her head back, looking at the two genin that had stayed back. Giving a nod, Miku gives them the signal that this guy was safe...well, hopefully anyways. Humming, she chews at her cheek while her mind stirs with thoughts. Thus far, her only lead had been the rogue outpost by these caves. She supposed that inspecting the area and trying to look through documents might help, but usually rogues didn't keep records. Half the time, Miku just figured rogues to be bandits with chakra to make them overpowered. Usually they didn't show having a capacity beyond small groups. Well, the small time rogues anyways. Usually when some high ranked badass came around, they stayed away from rogues like themselves. Or that's what she had observed at least. Miku had no clue that Rai was actually companions with another rogue like him. [/style][/td][td][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; ][STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [/td][/tr][/table] [style=width: 200px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -20px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/center]
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Post by Hideki Aoba on Jan 19, 2012 2:03:04 GMT -5
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LYRICS. Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
NOTES. blah blah blah ! [/style]
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Before long Miku gave them the signal to come out of hiding. Hideki said a quiet "Looks like it's time" before lifting himself up and walking out of the brush and forest. He swiped various bits of debris off of his clothing as he walked toward the group. His spear rested on his shoulder held in place by his right hand. The blue haired man was a lot younger than Hideki first expected as he got a better look at him. He couldn't be too much older than himself or Miku.
As he approached Hideki decided to get a little more information about the situation, "What's going on Miku-sensei? An old friend by chance?" Hideki inquired.
He turned his attention to the blue haired man before him. This close up he could almost feel the air around him getting colder. Hideki had a hard time grasping his mind around this enigma of a person.
"Hey it's nice to meet you, my name's Hideki," Hideki said in a friendly manner. His eyes trailed to the man's arms and legs, "Those are some wicked pieces of armor you have."
He pushed his distrust to the side for the moment. He would keep on his guard for now. Perhaps he would warm up to the cold man after getting to know him a little better. As long as Miku was copacetic then he would remain calm and friendly. [/style]
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Post by Ketsu on Jan 20, 2012 19:43:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]He trusted Miku enough. When he was told to lay low, he crouched down but not in a way that his knees would be on the ground. There was no need to get the white suit dirty unless necessary after all. He watched their encounter, carefully paying attention to the little details about this strange man and all the unconscious folk on the ground, noting they were all taken out with what seemed like a blunt object. Over the next few moments, while he stood up again once Shimo revealed himself as a non-enemy, he stayed back. Hideki on the other hand went forward and introduced himself, commenting on the unique gauntlets and boots Shimo wore. Ketsu trusted Miku, and he trusted Hideki. But Shimo... this was not only a stranger, but it was someone that made Miku have the two Genin hang back while she checked it out. He wasn't a civilian, he at least had some level of chakra ability. The air around him moved slower, meaning it was colder. The little details that most other people skimmed over and didn't remember until later [kind of like cops], Ketsu took note of immediately. This guy, Shimo, was not a normal person. There were things about him that made Ketsu more cautious than normal. As he stood up straight, he walked out from the bush the same as Hideki, but he kept his distance and said nothing. His gold eyes couldn't stop moving, scanning over every little detail he could find. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646] The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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Post by Rai on Jan 21, 2012 12:26:48 GMT -5
“Any of them mention anything about a caravan? We're on the search for a group of traders who have gone missing in the past couple weeks. They had important information on them and we are needed to recover them..or the information.” Miku asked all the while retaining a rather skeptical gaze on him. Unfortunately for her Shimo wasn't phased in the slightest as he had been met with looks of bewilderment his entire life and simply considered it the norm. Only moments after she had asked her question the rest of her squad had come out into the open giving Shimo a chance to give them a once over. One of them approached him almost immediately complimenting both his gauntlets and grieves while holstering a rather unique weapon of his own. "Well aren't you just a friendly little fella?" Shimo said with a wide smirk as his hand extended outwards and proceeded to the young spear totting ninja a small pat on the head. This of course caused a look of grimace up the ice users face as he looked down to see the small patch of hair he had meant to only ruffle slightly had frozen over making him quickly retract his hand taking a few shards of hair with him in the process. "Oops" Shimo said as his face reddened slightly from embarrassment and he turned back to Miku attempted to ignore incident completely.
"A caravan you say?" The young criminal asked nervously all the while trying to avoid eye contact with either of them. "I think they mentioned something about a small encampment to the north of here where they were keeping the caravan that they captured if my memory serves." That being said he now turned his attention to the only person in the vicinity whose personal space he had not yet invaded. It was a skinny little red haired guy wearing a pretty fancy suit and while it hardly seemed such an attire would serve any kind of use in a battle he couldn't really comment on it considering what he himself wore. "So what's with little mafia kun over there." Shimo asked curiously. He seems a tad bit anti social Miku the ex Furogakure nin stated with a small pout before almost instantly changing the subject once more returning to his usual giddy self bouncing over to Miku once more before plopping his head down on her shoulder. "Lets go already Miku-Chan, I'm bored." Shimo whined as he attempted to hit Miku with his infamous puppy dog eyes an attack that had left many victims in it's wake.
If all went well Shimo could very well make a couple of new playmates and even have a quite a bit of fun in the process. If not he could always just make babies with Miku. Although he saw that outcome either way to be perfectly honest
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Post by Miku on Jan 21, 2012 15:32:39 GMT -5
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Crossing both hands over her chest, she listens Shimo respond to her question. She listens with rapt interest. "I think they mentioned something about a small encampment to the north of here where they were keeping the caravan that they captured if my memory serves." Miku exhales, seeming relieved to hear that the caravan was doing fine. They might be a bit beat up or hungry, but that could easily be fixed. Their mission was even closer to being finished now. By the sounds of it, the rogues were just trying to make a quick buck by holding the caravan for ransom. They probably didn't know that the caravan had connections to Nokogakure.
"So what's with little mafia-kun over there?"
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[/color] She responds, shrugging her shoulders. Miku wasn't going to force Ketsu into making introductions. She knew that he wasn't very comfortable with Shino around. She couldn't blame him, because while Shimo did seem friendly, Miku was still on edge. It was natural, really. It had been beat in her to be wary of strangers, and Shimo was still unknown to her. Miku bites at her lip, deep in thought about what to do next. They still had the cover of night on their side, plus another ally (hopefully). The odds were on their side at the moment, but it could shift at any time. "Lets go already Miku-Chan, I'm bored." “Yeah yeah. North of here is a valley, so I think they would be camped out there. I've been through this area a couple times, but my memory is a bit rusty.”[/color] It had been four years since coming to the Land of Rice, and she was trying to think if it would be possible for bandits to set up where she thought they would be. It had been a wide valley, plenty of flat land and small streams. There might be enough room for a camp, but she supposed they would have to find that out. Miku reaches behind her, removing her kite from her back. Spreading it's wings, she jumps on top of it and floats up several feet. “Follow me everyone, I'm going to try to spot the area from up here!”[/color] With that, Miku proceeds to fly north, staying high enough to see far ahead of her, but low enough to keep an eye on everyone as she floats through the cold night air. [/style][/td][td][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; ][STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k519/PokeSparks/Wat-1.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #eee;][/style] [/td][/tr][/table] [style=width: 200px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -20px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/center]
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Post by Hideki Aoba on Jan 23, 2012 2:07:28 GMT -5
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LYRICS. Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
NOTES. blah blah blah ! [/style]
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His compliment of the guy's gear got his attention. He moved close to Hideki with a small smile of appreciation. Even then Hideki was on guard. He tried not to let it show, but he couldn't help but worry a little about the situation. It took considerable effort to remain still while a stranger & merc patted his head. This worry was quickly replaced with another as his hair seemed to be reacting to his touch. It was almost like his hair was being drawn to his hand and then a smooth cool sensation moved down to his scalp. After the rogue pulled back his hand, Hideki felt his hair for signs of what might have occurred. If he hadn't known better he would have thought that his hair was replaced with icicles. His efforts to smooth and thaw his hair were met with lackluster results.
His feelings about his hair were swept aside when Miku called out for them to move out, and just like that she and the Ice Cream Man were off. Hideki looked over to Ketsu and gave a nod before moving into a sprint before taking off as well. He hoped Ketsu would follow behind him as they tried to keep up with their sensei. Either way what lay up ahead whether it be more thugs and bandits, or an upcoming confrontation with their new friend Hideki hoped for the best in that maybe they would get off tonight with something easy. [/style]
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Ketsu
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Post by Ketsu on Jan 23, 2012 18:59:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]OR DO YOU FEEL SCARED?[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]TAKE WHAT LUCK BRINGS[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #794a8d; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]AND THE DEVIL MAY CARE[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646][/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]BUT YOU'RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 425px; overflow: auto;]Ketsu couldn't tell if she wasn't going at her full speed, or if it was just the way he was bending his body for the jumps, but he soon passed Hideki in speed and was between Hideki and the other guy Shimo, keeping one eye on Miku in the sky and the other on the trees in front of him, hopping from tree to tree and burning almost no chakra as he kept the glaze on his feet, the blue glow barely noticeable with no light to refract off of. Regardless of whether he could be seen, he kept one hand on his hat to make sure it didn't fly off, and the other to grab on the occasional branch for a burst of speed or just edging behind him. He didn't trust Shimo; but that much was obvious wasn't it? Shimo was a stranger to all three of them. A man who potentially rendered the entire bandit group they were going to meet up with unconscious, but had at least expressed mercy in not killing most [if any] of them. Shimo was an interesting man, possibly homicidal, but there was nothing Ketsu could do about it. If Miku expressed enough trust to allow him to travel with them, he would express his trust in her and allow him to travel with them. His ratios weren't usually far off, but they're just numbers. While numbers don't lie, there are sometimes cigarettes in the pack that have less tobacco in them, or a can of soda in the pack with no contents. He could be an oddball- hell, Ketsu himself was one. Still. There was something about him Ketsu couldn't quite shake off. He opened and closed his hand, constantly touching his tattoo of Ryuukusari, ready to unseal it and block him from doing anything in a moment's notice. Something about him Ketsu didn't like; and no amount of trust in Miku and Hideki, both of whom seemed to trust him enough, would make him trust Shimo with anything. Too many risks, too many chances he couldn't account for. A professional gambler was more inclined than an addicted gambler to use his head in his gambles; and trusting Shimo was one a professional wouldn't waste his time with. Sure, the odds were stacked highly against him, but the unaccountable variables were too high in number. Too many reasons to mistrust Shimo. Too few reasons to trust Shimo. His eyes were closed for only a brief moment until he opened them and returned his gaze to the task at hand, wiping clean the slate of his mind while he prepared to chalk up the board with new information they would no doubt be receiving very shortly; in fact, it almost looked like Miku was starting to descend anyway. She was definitely slowing down, and so did Ketsu. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]WHAT WILL THE NEXT DAY BRING?[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646] The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden[/style] credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN |
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