Shoni
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Post by Shoni on Nov 26, 2010 17:06:56 GMT -5
OOC: Ok I finally got this thing writen I'm sorry if its not that good but this is my first time trying to start a rp.
BIC: The sound of waves swiftly crashing off of the bottom of the cliffs reached the Hyougagakure Village, which was hidden deep in the side of the mountain range. As Koorikage and his assistant walked toward the academy a hawk's cry echoed off the side of the mountain.
“Do you know why I like the hawk so much?” Asked Koorikage. “It's because they're just like our students today. When they leave the nest, their world is expanded greatly. Before that they had to first learn to fly. Graduation is today. Today our little birds will start their flight."
All of the students milled around the classroom waiting for Koorikage. One the students who sat at his desk was Kurai. He was dressed in a black hoodie. The hoodie itself was unique to the fact that the hood went over his entire head and had a zipper at eye level. The zipper went from the right, to the left of his head making an optional window in the cloth. Kurai kept it zipped together most of the time so that his entire face was hidden. the rest of this attire consisted of black semi-baggy jeans and black boots. His body from the waist to his nose was covered in black bandages under the hoodie, and strapped to his back was a giant scroll.
Koorikage walked into the room and the students rushed to there seats. Koorikage walked slowly in front of the class.
“Today is graduation, as you all know, but before you receive your head bands there is a task you must first complete. I will separate you all into squads of 3. As a group your task is to rescue your sensei, which is hidden somewhere in the canyon near the village. As all of you know, under normal circumstances it is forbidden to enter this canyon, but this is the graduation test. If your group fails all of you start the academy over again."
After the groups were made, they were taken to the top of the canyon.
Bitter cold and high winds tore across the edge of the canyon as Kurai, and his squad #7, prepared to go down into the canyon.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Nov 27, 2010 2:45:33 GMT -5
Now I have to think of a legitimate post! It's about time, though, that we get this started. "It's that time of year" Yasumi cried out painfully, whilst standing on the edge of the canyon, awaiting the new trial of becoming a genin. Yasumi's appearance was somewhat shocking, to anyone who wasn't from the village. She dressed with no conservativeness consisting of a thin light blue bikini with a dark outer stitching. Sporting a small skirt/shorts with a varied array of jewels hanging from her top down to her lower back. With something so revealing, someone would have figured that she would have died from hypothermia or a severe case of frost bite, but, with proper chakra control she was able to off put the sheer cold, and have less clothes so she can move freely when fighting. Stepping forward her knee high boots crunched loudly in the snow. "This is too exciting," She muttered under her breath, the blistering wind pleasurably sweeping across her already bitter cold skin. "It's a perfect temperature for the test today, nice and bitter cold... I can move freely." I apologize for the shortened post, but I'm excited to see how this turns out
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Post by pokemaniactim on Nov 28, 2010 13:15:11 GMT -5
Yuki looked into the canyon, then at his team, and thought, "This should be interesting" He looked to the skimpy clothed girl and thought it was cool that she already had so much chakra control to keep herself warm.
He looked at the clothes he decided to wear for that day, a long, black sleeved white bodied shirts (A baseball shirt?) and a pair of dark dark blue denim pants, he wished he would've worn something a little more flexible for this test, but he left his house in a hurry, his short light brown hair in a slightly messy faux hawk, due to the hurry.
He was ready for this test, and he would do whatever it took to get the chance to be a Shinobi for the land hidden in the glaciers .
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 28, 2010 15:40:36 GMT -5
Maro padded across the thick snow, leaving no footprints. Such was literally child’s play in their village, as traveling without making tracks was the simplest of chakra tricks. As soon as they learned to walk, their parents would begin working at teaching them.
After all, every trace one left behind in the outside world WAS a trace that could be used to find their village. Some villages had the manpower to stay safe, others the fortifications… Here, they had neither. They only had the inhospitability of the terrain and a large illusion masking their settlement, lacking the population that allowed other ninja villages to field dozens of high-ranking ninjas.
He sat down forcefully on the edge of the gaping canyon, his fluffy white parka blending into the drifts perfectly.
“Mmm… This is the day we’ve been waiting for since we first understood what the word ‘ninja’ meant. All the adults keep on saying that it’s ‘the most important day of our life’. Feels like a whole bunch of nothin’ now, though,” He put a mitten down on the snow, crushing it into a ball in his palm.
“You say you’re ready, yet, Nekketsu-han?”
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Post by Cendra on Nov 28, 2010 20:16:51 GMT -5
Harue had never really felt the cold and today there was no exception. Even at the top of the lunging canyon, with the wind as chilled as it was. Harue turned to Maro as she quickly braided her hair into one of the simple styles she knew. The white hair accompanied by blond and red streaks made it have a unique appearance.
“Whenever you are, I guess.” She pulled the white hood of her sleeveless jacket over her head. The jacket went to about mid thigh, but it zipped from the waist up, leaving the lower fabric to blow as it willed in the wind.
“Still, I wish we had a little more information. It's pretty unlikely they have signs posted 'squad 13 this way'” Harue stated as she shoved her hands, donned in red fingerless gloves, into the pockets of her white pants. Because the village was already skilled at covering their tracks. Finding some sign was going to be difficult.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Nov 29, 2010 0:19:18 GMT -5
Izo Usagi paced along the rim of the valley with a look of barely bridled aggression on his face. Strong hands covered in calluses shot through his mane of auburn hair and tugged at the ash white hooded vest trimmed in fur the same color as his hair. Izo strode over the top of the snow just as anyone else in the village could do, but there seemed to be very little grace to his stride. A lack of patients seemed to ooze from every movement Izo made and every facial expression that crossed his tense face. Honey gold eyes darted between the valley below and the other ninja around him on the rim. They may be from the same village but if they got in his way Izo would cut them down just as quickly as he would an enemy.
“RHAH!! Let’s get down there! I could have gotten down there and brought Sensei back by now!” Izo yelled at no one in general, the raging call echoed through the hallowed ground.
Izo wasn’t one for anything that couldn’t really be done quickly. If he had to hold back from any sort of action it was like a punishment. Not many people outside of his family really could stand him, even out of his battle haze. When the students were being sorted into squads, Izo didn’t bother to wait for his teammates to be announced or even find out if he was in a squad. He knew that no one at the academy really liked him because he tended to be an impatient, angry person and honestly he didn’t really care. Friends didn’t make a ninja great, but the strength to rise above anything presented to you did. Izo only wanted to prove that he could live up to his family’s proud legacy, even if he was a bit more of a hothead than his father.
“Let me get down there already!” Izo called out in the direction of the proctors.
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Shoni
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Post by Shoni on Jan 16, 2011 15:18:20 GMT -5
Kurai's hood was zipped tightly shut as it swiveled back and forth, from under the hood he looked at the squad he had been assigned. Everyone looked quite different from the other. This could be a fun challenge.
Koorikage's normally calm and quite voice was now loud and booming. "Students you may now begin!"
Squads of students hurled them self into the canyon.
Even though the canyon was sheltered from the wind up above, the wind inside the canyon was extremely strong. Kurai was thrown into the wall of the canyon and started to slide down toward the ledge right below him. After his feet were firmly planted on it, he looked down and saw the reason it was forbidden to enter the canyon. At the bottom there was a twisted labyrinth of caves just waiting for anyone to enter. It is said that somewhere in these caves there was a hidden entrance to an old temple holding an ancient secret of the village.
Kurai examiend the maze of caves below. "This is where my journey begins."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 18, 2011 5:39:24 GMT -5
“That’d be our cue, Nekketsu-han,” Maro declared happily, looking up at the sky.
“Our third man is running a little late, but that’s typical for her. Not much reason not to be. Now, those fellows in Izo-han’s Squad… They’re abnormally late, considering their group…” Though his village had a good twenty squads, that was all there was. Squads were dedicated to specific mission types and combat roles, and were appointed upon the retirement or destruction of a former holders of that number. Three squads had been dissolved or destroyed in the past three years, so there was that many trainee squads this year.
Squad 13’s predecessors had met their end two years ago, triggering a nigh-apocalyptic avalanche to deter an army of ninjas that was hoping to cut through their mountain on their way to war. To die for a cause was part of the ninja way, an ideal death compared to dieing on a mission for chump change. Nobody liked to talk about either much, though, especially in his family.
He kicked off of the edge of the crevasse, tucking into a backwards somersault. He landed on his feet, the snow crunching slightly.
With an embarrassed look, he scuffed the footprints away.
“Let’s not let our pal catch up. She’d be insulted if we didn’t take the head start she gave us,” Maro smiled faintly, and then dove over the edge.
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Post by Cendra on Jan 21, 2011 20:21:08 GMT -5
“Might as well. It's not like I'm going wait and make snow statues at the start.” Harue was a bit annoyed to be one short, but what could she do anyway. They'd just have to find their own way.
After she stretched to get out the last kinks from her legs she ran down the canyon wall with ease. The snowy bottom came close to her soon enough and with a push from her legs off the wall, she did a flip and landed printlessly next to Maro. She had excelled a bit past the basics of chakra control, enough to be able to concentrate her root chakra in her feet.
Looking around, Harue observed the caves around them. They all looked dark and deserted. It had the feeling of something living, but at the same time that something wasn't what you wanted to find.
“They really outdid themselves this year, wouldn't you say?” Harue asked somewhat absently as she tried to see if one caves was more peculiar than the others. After a minute or two she let out a white puff of air.
“Well, I guess we could see what's behind cave 13... You have any better hunches?”
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 4, 2011 23:50:17 GMT -5
"Maybe seeing what's inside cave thirteen" said Izzy as she approached from behind, tugging off a pair of gloves, despite the freezing temperatures.
"Sorry I'm late guys, I couldn't find my gloves. I had to swipe my sister's pair, too small though." she explained as she clenched and unclenched her fists.
"Miss anything important?"
OOC: Enough of me holding this stuff up.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on May 15, 2011 12:01:28 GMT -5
"Well," Yasumi muttered, "lets get this over with." She spread her arms while walking slowly to the edge of the canyon and dropped freely into the depths. The wind was whipping wildly around circling her body, "it feels so good!" Her eyes widened with anticipation as she tucked her legs in and landed gracefully at the bottom.
"It appears as if we have a maze of caverns in here..." She looked at the top as the other squads were coming down, innocently pondering, "I'm good with Taijutsu... but it seems that I'm going to have to rely on my speed and dexterity to get through this maze." She heaved a sigh, and slowed her breathing mentally preparing herself for the task at hand.
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Post by Clicker on May 17, 2011 21:27:19 GMT -5
"It's to cold for this" Akai Isamu mumbled to himself as he headed into the canyon. He wore a black vest over a red sweater. "Hey Izo, I'm in your squad right?" Akai called out but wasn't close enough, or perhaps more that Akai wasn't loud enough. The breeze was really getting to him since he'd broke the zipper on his vest earlier that morning. Akai watched one girl in a skimpy outfit heading into the canyon and sighed. "Wow. My chakra control does tend to leave something desired."He muttered as he rubbed his hands together. Akai had to be the worst in the class at chakra control. After a moment Akai dashed to catch up with Izo. Personally he thought of Izo as impatient and impetuous, but they were placed in the same squad along; and Akai intended to make the best of it. "Which of these caves should we choose Izo? Personally I think we should go for the warmest looking one, but they all look very much the same."
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Post by Lady Kara on Jun 11, 2011 4:40:55 GMT -5
Mokuren Fuyubushi, the sensei in charge of Squad 7, was unfortunately quite late this day for various reasons that troubled the young man a lot as he silently made his way accross the snow towards the canyon. It'd not been that long ago that Mokuren was involved in a covert surveillance mission in enemy territory, and during his team's exit from where they'd been holed up for weeks while carrying out their orders, they had the terrible misfortune of being spotted. They were confronted by some fierce combat-experienced shinobi and things nearly ended in tragedy, with several Hyouga-nin being injured and Mokuren getting the worst of it - the blade of an enemy's ninjatou sword plunged into his chest, piercing his right lung. Ever since that wretched day he'd been trying hard to recover fully enough to resume being sent on high ranked missions again, but so far kept being denied that honor. Then when he received news of his being put in charge of a genin team, he wasn't quite sure how to react. Part of him was upset that once again he was being treated unfairly over concern for his health, and another part was delighted at the thought of being able to guide some young ninja towards becoming great (or at least decent; not everyone has what it takes to be as badass as the elite). And thus, as he made his way off to the canyon this day to take his role in the testing of his team's skills and prove their worthyness to work under him, Mokuren eagerly wondered if his team would perform well. The icy winds swirled little eddies of snow around as he neared the edge of the canyon, just moments after the academy graduates had all plunged down into its eerie labyrinthine depths. The wind seemed to playfully tease him as it whipped Mokuren's long spikey bangs and bushy ponytail around, his platinum blonde hair with its light fuschia ends being a pleasantly cheerful contrast to the stark whiteness of the snow on the ground. He was thankful that he'd come prepared for the frigid cold that awaited him in the canyon, wearing his warmest clothes (which are fashionably as well as wisely lined in places with faux fur that resembles that of a snow leopard), and made sure his travel bag and other tool pouches were all carefully secured and nothing was missing from them. Drawing near to where the Kourikage still remained standing, Mokuren did his best to get the man's attention in order to receive further instruction on what he was to do in this test... Note: "Mokuren" means "Magnolia", which is the inspiration behind why he had the ends of his hair dyed light fuschia. And his last name, "Fuyubushi", means "Winter-warrior" and is a very noble name... worthy of one of the most well-known and respected clans in the village. Oh, and if anyone is wondering - he's 27 years old.
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Post by Shoni on Apr 25, 2012 14:33:21 GMT -5
Kuri's eyes began to hurt and he quickly unzipped his hood, pulling it back to revealing his face. Kuri's eyes were blue and his hair white and strait, easily blending in with the snow.
"Dang it, my grandfather's seal is wearing off." he mumbled to himself as his eyes twitched with pain again. "I'll have to have him recast it after the test."
Quickly turning his attention back to the caves, he decided that he should try to group up with his squad before making any decisions on which one to enter. Devising a plan Kuri melted a seven into the snow using chakra and collapsed onto the ground. Exhausted, he waiting for his squad to group.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 10, 2013 4:52:35 GMT -5
Maro nodded curtly to his teammates.
"We've got two options, really..." He glanced around, seeing with relief that Izo's squad had yet to descend. They had to work quickly, after all. Most likely, those bruisers would collapse the caves when they descended, like a trio of meteors plowing into the earth.
"We can all move as one, and assume that the traps were set up assuming three of us would stay together, or we can split up, and cover a lot of ground all at once, though it might be a bit more dangerous," He reached up and plucked two icicles from the rime covered stone above them with a glassy snap.
"I'm voting for the latter. I think that speed and thoroughness matter more than our own safety, especially considering that this is ostensibly a rescue mission," Maro's tone was still light and airy, bu his shoulders were tensed and his footsteps metered. He split the icicles, clutching one in each glove. He focused on one of the select few jutsus he knew, letting the chakra pour into the shards of ice. He felt each one begin to vibrate, each pulse in tune with his own heartbeat.
"Izzy-senshu, Nekketsu-han, let's split up. I'll head down the middle path, and each of you may take one to either side," He offered his hands, palms face up, "These icicles are set to resonate with my chakra. If I get injured and need help, they'll break, and you'll know to come to my rescue. If you get hurt and need my help-"
Maro sighed, the breath hanging heavily as a white cloud in the air.
"As unlikely as that may be, shatter it, and I'll know that you need my help," The youth looked down and realized that his teammates had snatched the icicles before he'd even finished the explanation. Fair enough.
"Best of luck to both of you, and be ready to come rushing to my rescue," He said genially, before putting his hands behind his head and strolling calmly into the mouth of tunnel number thirteen. -------- Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The heavy echoes of his footsteps were the only reminders that Hiraku was alive in the blasted white dreamscape. Well, except for pain. Pain had been his constant companion on this journey. Even now it had its hand firmly upon his shoulders, holding him up and shoving him forwards.
His hands, once dexterous and the most skilled in his village, had now turned black and numb. They were just useless lumps now, dead weight that reminded him of what he'd lost every time he went to scratch his face or shift his burden. His feet had lost all sensation, but for an occasional stabbing sensation that ran up his leg. With every step, the frigid metal tube he'd hung over his shoulders slapped across his back, feeling more like it was a scourge of fire than cold steel. The landscape around him was white, as far as the eye could see. Immense walls rose up to either side of him, forcing him through this narrow valley channel. Hiraku turned with great effort, his feet fighting him for every inch of movement.
Indeed, his footsteps remained in the snow. They were the only markings here, the only sign that somebody human had dared to trespass this high into the lofty, sacred heights of the mountains. Everywhere else, the whiteness remained, looming, waiting, as if it just needed a single opportunity to draw in closer and smother him and all his labors under it.
For a moment the smith considered unshouldering his burden, casting it down, and dragging what was left of himself back to The Village Hidden in the Mines. Though he'd have lost his means to survive, he'd still exist, he'd still be remembered. The man known as Yamaguchi Hiraku would be a pitiful beggar, a mere shadow of his former greatness as a smith sought out by ninjas from far and wide, but he wouldn't be stricken from the page of history. As it was now, he felt like words incorrectly scribed, about to be scratched from the scroll. It would be left pure and white, as if he'd never even been.
Still, the choice was hard. He was bearing the pinnacle of his life's work, an invention that promised to turn the entire world on its head. He'd exceeded the greatness of a smith, and exceeded the greatness of a man. What he'd crafted would make him famous for the rest of history, provided he wasn't blotted out this day. To forsake his magnum opus, to turn back and kiss the feet that had kicked him, to live until his dying days as a cripple that was pitied by those that had known him and avoided by those that met him...
Hiraku felt the last portion of his heart that had fought for survival flee away. Maybe, fittingly, it had joined the long list of pieces of him that had frozen to death. He laboriously faced back to the course he had set himself on. He was finished with turning around, finished with looking back. The village and its ninjas had forsaken his greatness and genius, and the comfort of its familiarity would be that of a single ugly letter amongst dozens of others in the midst of a droning treatise.
He would not settle for that. He'd let himself be wiped away entirely before he'd agree to those circumstances. The moment he'd refused to be silenced, said no to throwing away his painstaking art- At that moment, he'd already made his choice. He was to stand alone on a page, no other artisans or even any other ninjas to crowd him. He was to be head and shoulders above all other people, to-
The tube slapped him on his back again. He couldn't quite be certain, but it rather convincingly felt like it took a patch of skin with it as it pulled away this time. Gritting his teeth, Hiraku plodded onwards. Greatness was in his future, but that was only if he had one.
OOC:"Please don't interact with Hiruka yet. I'll let you know when he stumbles into the main plot." -Lee -------- Maro glanced around in the odd twilight of the cavern, the snow reflecting sunlight up against the walls and creating bizarre, shifting shadows. The tunnel was long and straight, only curving to the side at the very edge of the illumination. He kept his eyes set on the bend, moving without a single noise. He didn't let his weight even break the insubstantial crust of the snow's surface, his boots moving across it as if it were a floor of quartz beneath him. Normally, he wasn't able to focus well enough to control his chakra in more than one way at once, either choosing between warmth and his stride above the drifts, but that was when he was among his peers. Here, utterly isolated, he found the bounds of grace and control that he knew he had within himself. Without worrying so much about what the girls thought of him or how he'd embarrass himself, he could dedicate his entire brain to just the situation at hand.
There was a clatter to the left, and Maro turned just in time to have his head taken cleanly off by a gigantic crescent shaped blade of ice as it shot out of the wall.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 10, 2013 4:53:31 GMT -5
The head hit the floor, sinking into the snow. It dissolved into fine white flakes, blending with the rest on the ground.
Maro breathed a sigh of relief from his perch on the opposite side of the tunnel, squatting on a low ledge he’d crafted out of ice. He had been ready for trip wires and deadfalls, and had figured that walking across the clean surface would’ve prevented any trouble with the anticipated pitfalls and snares. However, he hadn’t anticipated that the teachers would’ve strewn chakra-sensing traps throughout the labyrinth. It seemed a little excessive to him, but then he recalled the words of their Koorikage. He’d compared them to birds learning to fly, and only now the analogy settled in.
A bird that learned to fly rose above the heads of all the other beasts. A bird that failed to fly ended up as a bloody, mangled mess. The duplicate that he’d created certainly looked the part, having had its head sliced off of its shoulders and exposing the pure white insides.
If Sutemi Maro was going to become a great ninja some day, then he was hurling himself off of the cliff here and now. He vaulted across the enclosure, and landed by the point of origin for the trap that had almost claimed his life.
He gave a respectful nod to the snowman he’d shaped into a likeness of himself. Even if the snow wasn’t alive, yuki-chan was always deserving of respect and gratitude. It had saved his family many times before, and saying thanks to it was as much reminding himself of its necessity as it was honoring a tool that had served his clan for centuries.
He dug a mitten into the snow, and produced a tag, still resonating with trace amounts of chakra. As he’d expected, it had expended itself in the attack, and was no longer a danger. The teachers were willing to risk the lives of their students, but they didn’t want a single trap massacring every single one of them in their first venture. Maro allowed himself to breath a slight sigh of relief, his feet sinking into the snow as he exhaled.
This made the entire process a lot easier for him. He pushed a hand into the snow, shoveling up a big fistful. He brought it up and then sculpted it into a ball, infusing it with his energy. The trainee turned to face down the hallway and lobbed it in a low gentle arc.
As the ball neared the end of its trajectory, it was impaled by a thicket of icicles that sprung from the ceiling at a supernatural velocity.
Maro whistled to himself, and knelt to sculpt himself another trap-defusing snowball.
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Post by Cendra on Feb 10, 2013 14:21:39 GMT -5
Harue made one last glance at Maro and Izzy before securing the icicle into a empty cuni slot in the front of her jacket. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the breath slowly left her.
“Cool down, Harue.” she said to herself. She could feel the heat within her, flowing to and from every part of her body. It was both a comfort and discouragement to her, but for now, it had to be contained.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, her focus going to all of her senses as she assessed the opening to the right of “cave 13”. She wasn't completely convinced that splitting up would the best way to go about things, but it seemed she was out voted on the matter. Something didn't feel quite right to her, but shrugging it off as nerves she took her first steps forward. As soon as she had she knew she had made a mistake. There was a rumbling and the ground began to shake, then suddenly, darkness.
“Yes. A great start...” Her voice seemed to echo even more through the black. “Seek in the dark it is.”
No longer trusting the ground, Harue opted for a higher means of travel. Gathering up her briefly scattered pride, she assumed her new position on the ceiling and continued on more cautiously with her remaining senses.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Feb 12, 2013 0:28:02 GMT -5
Always last. Last to start, last to arrive for training, school, anything. That was how Izzy preferred it. She watched both of her teammates leave, down the right and middle tunnels, and prepared to take the left one herself.
She started with her shoes. One of the things they learned as children was how to focus their chakra and walk without leaving any prints. That was almost effortless, but few dared go without being bundled up. Her clan was different though, shoes impeded their movements, as did the thick layers worn by many of the villagers.
With the shoes and her coat tucked away in her bag, she ran towards the tunnel. She enjoyed the feeling of the wind, but even better was the ice that formed around her footsteps. It only took another moment and the ice was forming before her, propelling her forward in turn.
The only concern was the ice trail she left behind her. She could, with ease, make it so that it was invisible, but it was her job to provide the bait. With any luck, anyone sent to find them would swarm on her, leaving her teammates free to encounter only light resistance and traps as they moved to rescue their sensei. With the icicle in hand, if she was in trouble, she at least wouldn't be alone if she needed help.
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Post by Shoni on Mar 22, 2014 0:12:35 GMT -5
Snow drifted over Kurai's body as he layed in the snow. Time seemed to pass slowly as he waited for his squad. Growing impatient he stood up and adjusted the large scroll of his back.
"They are taking way to long I'm just gonna go in by myself." he mumbled.
Cave 1 towered in front of him. Icicles hung over his head, like the teeth of a monster ready to devour him, as Kurai entered the cave. Silence echoed through the air, only broken by the soft hum that resonated from Kurai's throat. Everything seemed to quite, and far to dark. Rumbling filled the cave as a minor earth quack rattled the caves. Small pieces of ice and debris fell from the ceiling and the entrance to cave 1 collapsed leaving Kurai in complete darkness.
Sighing deeply, Kurai pulled the hood back over his head and zipped its horizontal zipper closed so that the hood encased his whole head. "I am really going to need grandpa to recast his seal again after this. I hope they don't start to hurt to bad this time."
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Jul 2, 2015 22:26:02 GMT -5
Ice cold air rushed past Izzy as she sped through the tunnel. It was her favorite part of training, there was no need for complicated hand signs, none of the dodging or work of combat, just the rush of the air filling her ears and whipping through her hair. The only focus she needed to maintain was propelling small bursts of chakra ahead of herself. Each burst forced out all the heat in the area. As it left the spot where her chakra was, it melted the nearby snow and was immediately turned to ice as that heat left it, giving her the slick trail that she was now riding.
Still, it took a lot of control. Her dad was great at it, he didn't even need a running start like she did, a trail would just appear before him and, without even a visible twitch, he'd suddenly be flying across the icy path. When he trained her at home one of the first things he started her on was a game of tag. She'd have to hide in the snow, or stay out of his reach. When she was it he didn't even bother hiding, and didn't need to. She'd never even come close to catching him...
A string of light caught her attention, throwing her from the reminiscence. She threw herself to the side and bounced to a stop, right in front of a thin wire stretched across the width of the tunnel. If I hadn't seen that, I'd... Cautiously she reached out and touched the wire, slowly drawing her fingers across it. When a stinging sensation ran through the tips of her fingers she pulled away and clenched her hand into a fist. "Yeah... that would have been bad" she said softly.
"It would have been quick!" snarled a voice behind her.
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