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Blades and Tears IC

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Crooked Thoughts on Tue Sep 29, 2009 5:55 pm

The wind followed on his heels as he raced through the forest; dodging past trees, branches, and other obstacles. Rays of sunlight poured through the patches of leafs and onto the schools surface. It was now early morning and the ninja: Kemuri, the master's right hand was returning from a successful mission: The dispatching of a gang and its leader, whom have been organizing crime sprees in the area.

The gang had been held up in a camp they had setup near their territory. Full of heartless men, with some set to patrol a mile radius of their position, it was job that the authorities would even have trouble with. This was very simple to Kemuri though, because within the time the clouds had taken out the moon's shine, so had his blade to the men, without a single alert or scream. He truly lived up to his name: Haze, which he had been given because similarly, he had taken out a group of samurai by blurring their vision for only moments...

Kemuri stopped for a second to take a look at the school, people have probably passed by it millions of times and never looked up. It was really an architectural miracle, to get such a mass in the air and to only be supported by nature; it was fascinating. Letting out a quick sigh, he returned to reality and began his accession to his home.

There was only one way to reach the entrance to the school and that was to climb the trees; so he took off. He got a good running start the leaped off a boulder and in between two trees. From the he continued to jump between the trees, until he was higher than the ledge of the walkway. Pushing himself off of the tree, he back-flipped and landed on the wooden floor. Kemuri hadn't even broken a sweat or lost his breath from the workout, which was more like a chore to him now.

He walked to two big doors where a large man stood; he opened the door before giving Kemuri a slight nod. From the door, it opened into a big courtyard where a tree branch, full of leaves emerged from the floor. There are several other paths to take from there: The Master's room- where he rests as well as hold meetings; training quarters- where most students went to train or spar; living quarters- where the students and everyone else rooms were; equipment room- where weapons and supplies were kept as well as fixed; and the mess hall- where everyone ate.

His destination was the master's room though; where he had to be debriefed. Knocking first, Kemuri waited before entering. He walked in and took a knee in front of the master ninja. It was basic respect to sit there until acknowledged by him and then his debriefing would begin…

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Re: Blades and Tears IC

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Hiroshi closed his eyes as he twirled his boa staff which, in a stroke "originality", he decided to name Buin-chan. Currently, he was practicing his skills with one of the teachers, a shuriken specialist. He was training to avoid and deflect blunted shuriken and other projectiles which, if he said so himself, he had gotten quite good at.

He dodged to the side as multiple projectiles were sent at him, avoiding a couple as he deflected a few more. He sighed a little. It was getting tedious, doing the same training over and over. He wished he'd be sent out on a mission or get more advanced training. Maybe he could be sent out on a mission with Yarin.

He smiled. Yarin. She was quite possibly the best thing that happened to him, with joining the academy not far behind. She was always fun to be around and she helped take his mind of the deaths of his parents. He deflected a shuriken as he thought this, almost too late. He'd have to focus if he wanted to finish this session early.
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Re: Blades and Tears IC

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Shantaro yawned, his mouth opening wide and lazily as he sat back against one the many limbs of the great tree holding up his village. He pulled his wakizashi from its sheath and pulled an apple out from one of his numerous robe pockets. He rubbed the apple against himself briskly before using the sword to cut small slices off and popping them into his mouth.

He was sitting outside of the training quarters, where he loved being the most, to watch other ninja train. Watching them helped him train, slowing their movements down in his mind, spying weaknesses and strengths, stealing techniques and creating counters to them all by just sitting outside of the training quarters. Most others would think of him as lazy, not realizing his true motives. The only one that really knew the truth was his rival, Rei, and she hadn’t arrived yet.

Shantaro stretched out the eating of the one piece of fruit. A few ninja were in the training hall and he wanted to see what he could learn.
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Reiyu had fetched an apple from the mess hall, the day coming close to boring. There wasn't much to do once class had ended, except train, eat, sleep, breathe... and the list of subconscious actions carry on and out. Speaking of training, she hasn't seen Shantaro around ever since classes ended, which was quite rare. He was always hanging around her, teasing her on something he beat her at and being just plain annoying.

Well, annoying was leaning towards the more harsher side, since his company was usually ignored by her. His competitiveness, now, that was irking. It was her stubborn quiet nature too, and she could only begin to compete with the guy in silence. He would win, she would win, the scores were equally balanced, and they had long gone forgotten about keeping track. It would always stay tied anyway, no thoughts on it. A small sigh slipping through Rei's lips, the typical training sounded the more productive choice out of the rest, and off to the hall she went. Pushing through the doors, she began to wonder on what she was supposed to work on. What was it now, what was it? Taijutsu? No, she was one of the 'better' students at that. Speed? Stealth? Not going to happen, the same answer as Taijutsu clicked into her mind. Toying around with blades weren't exactly her thing, but either way, she had to do something.

Ahem. Taijutsu it is then.

Scanning around quickly for someone to spar with, her eyes fell on some random guy in her classes and walked towards him, exchanging a few words before the first kick was thrown.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lee on Tue Sep 29, 2009 11:41 pm

(Almostisame her name is Yarin not Yurin)

Yarin took a deep breathe and moved her arms slowly in a flowing motion. As she moved them her feet slowly changed from one position to another. First position with both feet apart and the knees bent so one wouldn't loose balance. Second where the right foot was moved slightly foward. Third where right foot was to be moved backwards behind the lleft foot and fourth where the left foot was to be moved according to the right foot so one would end up in first position again. All this while she did different motions with her arms and taking deep controlled breathes.

While she trained her thoughts fell on Hiroshi. She made her exhale into a sigh while she had a smile on her face. Of all the good things that had happened to her at the academy Hiroshi was probably the best. Yarin couldn't stop smiling as her thoughts wandered through her memories though eventually she shook her head and got her serious face on again and kept on training. She also remembered that Hiroshi had no parents... Poor guy. Yarin then also remembered how her own parents where alive though only the master knew this. Yarin had asked him to keep that part secret to everyone. It wasn't that she enjoyed lying to everyone about it but rather say her parents where dead than say that they hated who she was.
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Yagi was just standing in a out on a boukane looking out into the sky saying to him self "It's a nice day..But I'm still a ninja. I wish I could just go home and not do what my mom and dad want." Yagi was late for a class so he rush his way to it but had to stand on a one leg for the hole class as a punishmint. Yagi yawn wile standing and just relized...He was in sword fighting class and he had to fight with only one leg.

Yagi Tried to sneek out but was cought...He should have known that this is a ninja school so getting out of class would be hard, but Yagi didn't give up on getting out of here before he had to spar with some one.
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Shantaro was just finishing the last few pieced of his apple as Reiyu approached the training hall. A sly smirk curled at the end of his lips and he adjusted his wide brimmed straw hat as she entered. He enjoyed watching her train more than any of the other ninja, especially when she didn’t know it.

He sheathed his sword and slide down the side tree. Leaning himself against the trunk before wiping his mouth with the end of his shirt he peered into the training hall to see Rei, squaring off with another ninja. “This will be good.” He says to himself. His hand inside his robe shirt rubbing his side, were she had placed a fight finishing blow. Their fighting styles were ever evolving and hard to predict, but this time he hoped to get the upper hand by watching her train before they sparred. “This time will be my turn to win.”

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby almostinsane on Wed Sep 30, 2009 3:44 pm

(Oh, sorry Lee.)

Soon enough, Hiroshi's training was over. He had actually managed to deflect or dodge all the projectiles sent at him, an important thing to know how to do in his style of fighting. He bowed the to the teacher and left, deciding to go find Yarin.

As he entered the training room he knew his girlfriend to be training in, he couldn't help but blush as he watched her move. She had such grace to her movements, but he doubted she knew about it. Most ninjas were graceful, but Hiroshi particularly liked the way Yarin moved. He spoke with a smile, "Hey, Yarin-chan!"

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((As long as we're on the same page :) ))

Yarin kept on training and tried her best to control her breath. "Stay focused... easy... move in a flowing motion as if you were a water-stream" she mumbled as she just kept on moving.

"Hey, Yarin-chan!"

Yarin looked to her side and closed her training by exhaling through her mouth, gathering her feet and leading her together and pulled them downwards. She looked at her supervisor and he nodded at her and noted down some things. She then walked over to Hiroshi. She smiled and embraced him as she got over to him. "Hi Hiro. How was training?" she asked as she let go of him. She actually had plans to peak on him training if he hadn't shown up at her training.

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(Jolly good. :D)

"Pretty boring, but I did good enough to be be let go early," Hiroshi said proudly as he hugged her back. He gripped her hand, smiling at her, "How about you? I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

He looked over at Yarin's training instructor, but he couldn't tell if the man was angry, bored, or calm. He looked over at Yarin and kissed her cheek, "You're improving at your own training."

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Yarin smiled as Hiroshi kissed her cheek. "Thanks. I have a feeling it went really well." The instructor observed the couple for a while before leaving the hall. "And I just finished anyhow. Slow combat skills isn't the hardest thing as long as you keep the basics intact" She smiled and let Hiroshi grab her hand. "So what kind of training did you have today, Hiro?" she asked tilting her head slightly. "I have the rest of the day off so I was thinking about going out to the waterfall and meditate for a bit, maybe do some dagger training and read a book" she smiled. She often went on her little fieldtrips alone to keep her mind as sharp as her combat skills and also to maintain a certain peace of mind and think about her family and her past without anyone there to disturb her. Though she never minded company on her trips as long a she once in a while could go alone.

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"I just had training with projectiles, not that hard. I've done it hundreds of times," Hiroshi said with a shrug as he gripped her hand. He continued, "I don't have anything else today either. Mind if I join you?"

Hiroshi knew that Yarin didn't usually mind his presence, but sometimes she did need to be alone and he respected that. He himself sometimes preferred to take a hike around the forest or go up to his room and read a good book.

He continued, "Though, I'm not sure if there will be much meditating or reading if I join you." He winked at her.

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After time Yagi finoly got an idea to get him out of sword class. He brought his Katana wile the master was watching every one he made a small hole in the floor so that he can slip through. Yagi got out of class but end up in a emptiy class room with two people in it. He couldn't tell who they where for he was trying hard to not fall off the roof.

Yagi thought "Two people all alone in a room. Can be interesting, I might as well check this out." So Yagi tried sneeking around to see more of what the two alone where doing.

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Reiyu found a quick opening on ninja she was sparring with, his defense not as sharp as she would have expected. Sending a punch to his left side, it was blocked as she spun quickly into a roundhouse kick, the guy skidding back a few, lost his balance, and fell to the ground on his butt, blinking up at Rei. He seemed to be younger than her but still, Rei still showed no signs of mercy, even on the opponents she spar with. The sense she does have, however, is the knowledge of when to begin and when to stop. It was obvious that her opponent had lost the short spar, and with Rei's level of unarmed combat, he would only end up in a bloody mess. There was no honor in beating the crap out of an innocent guy. Sending him a swift, slight smile, she dismissed the boy by turning away, heading for those nice, new punching bags recently installed. Her punches were getting a little slow anyway, and the impact to her opponents left side should have been harder to block.

Well. Even if she a master at hand-to-hand combat, she still had a long way to go before truly mastering it.

Without any punching gloves (those weren't really necessary), Rei punched a couple, adding a few kicks or two, only to pause suddenly and turn around, her head tilted. It felt like there was someone... watching her?

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Flying gracefully through the air...
Falling as a rock through invisible walls...
Hands bound by only mind,
Mind bound, by simple hands.
Flying Graceful, as a bird.
Falling quickly,
As a stone.


Frost stopped writing in a small notebook.
He was sitting in the main courtyard next to the large tree that took up most of it's space, admiring the morning sun as it warmed him and the grass just below his feet. He loved the mornings most of all for it was always quiet and there were hardly ever students wandering around, save for the odd initiate who was lost.
He closed the book and stood, his balance a little off due to the steel weights that held a firm grasp on his legs. It was part of training to keep them on, every waking minute, they were a nuisance in the beginning but now he was used to them.
Frost neatly tucked his notepad into the back of his trousers and happily walked onwards towards the mess hall to get breakfast whilst idly cleaning his red, circular glasses with a near expressionless face that would he was focused on something in his mind, or entirely devoted to keeping those glasses clean.

He entered the mess hall, it was a little busy but in it's being the morning, people were still relatively quiet. Most of the students looked half asleep. Confidently, Frost walked past the line of younglings waiting for food, and could already feel them staring with slack-jawed awe. Many students knew who he was. Powerful. Deadly. Even the necklace he wore was rumored to be made from teeth of his fallen enemies, but really it was just whale bone. Frost thought it best not to look them in the eyes and so he continued onwards past them, to the buffet-style area where all food was kept. He helped himself to bacon and eggs, chicken and a cup of apple juice before taking a seat in the middlemost area of the hall. Across him sat a young child who had a small number of scars on his hands, it was obvious he didn't do well with weapons.
"H-hi..." he said shakily to Frost, "are you Frost? The powerful Ninja?"
Frost paused... "and who might you be? A youngling, not too strong, nor great with bladed weapons, I'll bet the others tease you for it because you can't defend yourself. Your slim body and weak posture also tells me that you aren't confident in yourself or your abilities, and probably lacking in the hand-to-hand combat skills. You don't weight much more than two of these chairs, and you're an orphan."
The boy sat with open eyes, his frame shaking a little more, "H-how did you know all of that?"
"I was like you once. Don't let anyone know I told you that. Trust your mind, I can see that it will do you well in the future. Try your hand at advanced tactics and disguises. Perhaps Spiritual refinement... I'll wager you're a quick and dexterous student within those classes. Remember -- Those are the most important ones. You won't spend a lot of time on the field, but you'll save more lives than you can care to count."
Frost ate some bacon and took a quick swig of his juice before reaching back and withdrawing his notepad. He opened it with on hand, the other stuffing yet more bacon into his mouth, and read quietly, and gently...
"I am but a tiny sparrow, You are but a great man. With one great move you could kill me. Do you think it not wise. I am but a tiny sparrow, you are but a giant man. With one great move I could kill ye... With one great action, I could kill ye. I am but a giant sparrow, you are but a tiny man, now with my foot I shall kill you, o, simple, helpless man."
"W-what...?" Said the young boy.
"When you understand it. I will give you this book." By this point Frost was finished eating and drinking. He stood and left for his quaters, the boy watching him with a strange fixation.

When Frost entered his room, he sighed deeply as he looked onto the big room. It's walls were wooden and the floors were too, just like all the other rooms, but his was larger, only a little, but larger. In the center of the room sat a wooden training mannequin that barely represented a person. Around its chest hung four Kusarigama. Below it peacefully sat two iron pauldrons and spiked bracelets. Frost took the Kusarigama and sat them around his neck as they were on the training dummy, the blades and weights sitting idly by his breast. He then withdrew his notepad and sat it neatly on the floor before the mannequin with quiet breaths. He took in one more look of the room then left again through the halls that lead to many students rooms and back out again to the courtyard.

Frost was met by the young child again who looked up at him as if he was a towering giant before a tiny pebble, the child stood bravely and spoke
"Spar with me." and to that sentence Frost could barely keep back his amusement.
"No."
"Spar with me, Deacon Frost!"
"Perhaps when you're older, kid." He replied before patting his head and walking onwards to the large tree, out in the morning sun, blossoming beautifully. But the child persisted, still, and ran out in front of him,
"I beg of you, spar with me! I am the sparrow, you are the giant! I will strike you down."
"Silly child. The sparrow represents the greatest gift a Ninja can hone."
"The power to gracefully strike down his enemies, beautifully like a humble sparrow!"
"No. You haven't got it yet."
Again, Frost strode onwards and again he was interrupted.
"Spar with me! Teach me the meaning behind those words."
Anger sparked into Frost like a harsh rasp of cold air. "Fine!!!" He said loudly as he grabbed the boys collar and dragged him to the training quarters and then into the next empty room.
He swung the kid onto the cold floor who sprung quickly up.
"Take a weapon from the rack over there." Said Frost as he pointed to a small weapons rack that held swords and daggers. The child grabbed the first katana he could and rushed back to Frost with a strange might. The sword was swung down, but too slowly, with Frost easily stepping out of it's path.
"Know your target as well as you know yourself." He kicked the kid to the side along with the sword.
The kid sprang back up, and again moved to swing horizontally, just enough to cut Frosts knees. The blade swung, hit nothing, and continued to the side. The momentum caused the kid to lose balance but he quickly recovered.
"Remember, to train your mind more than your body. It is easily tricked if it is weak."
A powerful rage took over the child who began rapidly moving towards Frost with intense and rapid stabbing motions, all of which he dodge simply by moving to the side and out of it's path.
"You have potential. But you are unfocused. You are too easily fooled." The sword disappeared into thin smoke and the kid rolled forward, Frost kicking his should to make him fall onto his back.
Frost stood over him, idly dangling the sword above his face. "Take it." He said as he dropped the sword and stood straight. The kid was quick enough to punch the blades side to make the handle turn in the air to the side. He grabbed it and stood and again, began his rapid stabbing towards Frost who simply smirked as he dodged the flurry of attacks.
There was a tiny tear noise. One that only a trained ear could hear. A single thread was cut in Frost's trouser leg and by sheer instinct he spun, kicked the kid into the air, grabbed his Kusarigama and released it forward, before quickly drawing it back and letting it sit around his neck.
The kid hit the floor hard and sat up, crying loudly, clutching his hand which was now bleeding heavily. Two of his fingers sat on the floor, the hand now missing them.
Frost smirked and bent down to the kid.
"You'll go far." He said as he pulled out a small, grey tube made of cardboard. He opened the top of the tube and dipped his finger inside into a strange, brownish paste. He then rubbed the paste onto the wounds and the bleeding stopped almost instantly.
"This is my own recipe. It cauterises the wound, which means it stops the bleeding. I'll have the ingredients sent to your room. If you mix them in the wrong order, then it will create an acid. If you use the wrong quantities, then it will create an explosive. I am confident you will pass that test. Don't worry," he winked, "It took me four years. I think you'll manage it in three."

Frost stood, turned and left the hall, and as he passed a couple of students told them to fetch a medic for the kid who no longer cried, but sat with an eerie smile.
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Yagi moved around the room making as little noise as he could thanks to his training. He got closer look at them and notice it was the two who loved each other. Yagi was thinking to him self “What are there names again? ... Now I remember it is Yarin & Hiroshi, the love birds.” Yagi lost interest in knowing what they do some time ago so he might as well stop hiding. Yagi is taken off his mask showing his face, wile walking out of the shadows saying “Hey Yarin-Kun, Hiroshi-Kun! It’s a nice day isn’t it?”

Yagi was thinking inside his head “They’ll think I’m spying on them again… Well I was spying.” Yagi just stands there smiling acting so innocent waiting for a response from Yarin and Hiroshi. Wile he is thinking "Did I just make fun of Yarin? I should think before I say things, and now I'm going to die am I?" Yagi started laughing like he knows he made a mistake. Yagi moved a little back putting his right hand behind his head still laughing. His laughing was light but could still be heard.

(I would just like to copy and past what Kun means. So Yarin and Hiroshi could get a better reaction. This info might be wrong because I found it on the internet. This is just saying if they don't know.)

("~ kun (~君)" is used to address men who are younger or the same age as the speaker. A male might address female inferiors by "~ kun," usually in schools or companies. It can be attached to both surnames and given names. It is less polite than "~ san." It isn't used between women or when addressing one's superiors.)

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Feedback on Wed Sep 30, 2009 10:40 pm

Shantaro smiled under the shadow of his hat. He was impressed, even at this distance she could sense his presence. Though he was a bit disappointed in the outcome of the fight, it was too quick to gain enough of an advantage in their next fight.

“Fine!” Shantaro turns as Deacon Frost’s voice can be heard from across the tree top courtyard. It was an odd site in deed as one of the upper class ninja dragged a genin towards the training hall. Crouching down in the tree he watched as Frost seemed to teach the child an unforgettable lesson. It was over almost as fast as Rei’s fight. But he was still able to see what Deacon was capable of. His reputation at the school had grown and Shantaro was curious about how strong he really was. As Frost exited the hall, he watched him. Maybe someday he would find out.

Shantaro leapt from the branch and landed gracefully and silently. He needed to get his physical training in as well. Simply watching would not be enough. He pushed open the doors to the training hall and they eased open. He spied Rei on the other side of the hall and made his way towards her. He watched her for a moment as she battled with the new punching bags. He watched how her black hair swung from one side to the other as her small fists connected with the punished bag, how she positioned her feet before striking with them. She hadn’t noticed him yet. Clenching his fists, Shantaro took a power stance and focused his ki. He could feel the energy being drawn up through the floor and into him. Then with a swift dash forward he made a flaming strike. He released all the heated energy into the padded wooden dummy beside Rei’s punching bag. He pulled his fist away from the wood to see that it was scorched lightly. His elemental control still needed a bit of work but he knew that his style of fighting didn’t really need much.

“Your punches are a little slow this morning. Did you have a rough night?” He looked over at Rei from under his hat, taunting her.

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Re: Blades and Tears IC

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lee on Wed Sep 30, 2009 11:50 pm

"No feel free to join me. It's only nice when we can spend some time together" she said smiling.

“Hey Yarin-Kun, Hiroshi-Kun! It’s a nice day isn’t it?”

Yarin heard followed by a very light laughter. Her breathing got a bit heavier as she felt her rage starting to increase. It would seem that someone enjoyed making fun of her and there could only be one person on the whole school who would do that. "Yagi Sez! Come out from where you're hiding. I've told you not to spy on us and not to call me a boy*!" She fished out a few shuriken from one of her pockets and closed her eyes listening for the source of the laughter. After only a few seconds she threw the shuriken in a direction and they got stuck somewhere on the cealing.

* ((As "-kun" is pretty much only used about boys. It's also used from superior to minor and in that special case it can be used about girls but between equals it's only used about boys and boyish girls. Since Yagi and Yarin have the same rank none of them are superior to the other Yagi is actually calling Yarin a boy in an indirect manner((fine joke you made since it matches up very neatly with Yarin's backstory XD))))

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ROFLMAO FTW on Thu Oct 01, 2009 12:03 am

Yagi moved around trying not to get hit by the shuriken, running around in the shadows yelling "I don't want to die and it came out wrong!". Yagi is not so much of a fighter agains girls because that's just the way he is. Yagi thought he found a safe spot but Yarin almose got him because a shuriken hit the wall right between his legs.

Yagi stumble out of the shadow saying "Almose got me there. You could have hit a somthing important. I'm sorry I called your name by Kun. I didn't meen it. It just...came out. Please don't kill me." The last words he said "Please don't kill me" he had fear in his voice knowing that she would kill him for calling her a boy.

Yagi said to them "Any way...Nice day isn't it. My teacher wanted me to spar with people wile standing on one foot that's why I came down here. I didn't know you where here till I seen you." Yagi was hoping in his mind thinking "Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!"
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lee on Thu Oct 01, 2009 12:20 am

Yarin sighed and tugged away the shurikens i her hand that did not get thrown. "Fine I'll let you live... for now" she said the last two words with a bit more humour in her tone though with a hint of seriousity. She then went over to pick up the shuriken she had thrown after him using the bit of rage she had left to violently pull them out of the wall and the floor. "And you're gonna have to look for anothre partner today. We were about to leave" Yarin said as she came back from the shadows.

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