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| Fenrir | Dec 31 2013, 04:32 PM Post #81 |
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"I always wonder if it's sacriligeous for someone like me to be here." Katsuo muttered to himself as he looked at the Shrine on the far side of the Kairyoshi Compound. He hadn't come here for any particular reason, he has just found himself here after a bit of walking. Like the Information Building, it was a section of the Compound he really had little use for, although it for different reasons. Basically on a similar level of Spirits as Yokai, he had no real reason to pray to them. He could see several others hanging about the Shrine though. Some praying for victory and protection in their mission, others praying for the spirits of their dearly departed, and others still just praying. Idly, he wondered if a Yokai's prayers could even be heard, let alone answered. It seemed unlikely. |
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| Victor | Dec 31 2013, 05:36 PM Post #82 |
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Kaze was satisfied that he had gotten the captain to fall back on his rear even if the blows didn't land. They weren't out to hurt each other after all. He watched his captain roll and get to his feet, not pursuing for the time being. While war had taught him to take every opportunity to kill the enemy, this was his superior officer and they weren't in deadly combat. "I'm actually surprised I did, you seem far more agile than I'll ever be." He replied respectfully as the nunchaku wielder laughed. He rolled his wrist and flexed his hand, slight bruising already forming from the blows he had received previously. He watched the captain warily now, the man hadn't been serious before? Not particularly surprising but still a cause for wariness. The movement off to his side made his eye snap over, it was the captain and he was already swinging. The padded wood smacked his hand, loosening his grip a bit. The second strike went for his elbow, he lowered his shoulder slightly so the weapon would hit the meatier tricep. His eye didn't follow the weapon, it was locked onto the captains arms and how he was working himself. The weapon came in diagonally and was blocked by the wooden arm guard he wore. He countered with a wide swing, using the length of his arm and weapon to push the captain back. He'd have to use his superior range to keep the agile opponent at bay for now. |
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| Atlantis | Jan 2 2014, 02:50 PM Post #83 |
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Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Combat Area Nöhime The young man introduced himself as Akibayashi Hayate, explaining that he had just joined the Kairyoshi Organization. He moved into a question concerning the nunchuku-wielding man, asking if he was on of the eight Captains. Nöhime replied first with a nod and a smile before she spoke. "Yes, that is Tachibana Shintaro, a very skilled fighter. He's Takenaka Ryuichi's primary disciple, so being a skilled fighter is understandable," she explained, holding her hands together in front of herself. "You could learn a lot from him." |
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| Onime No Ryu | Jan 3 2014, 12:38 PM Post #84 |
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"I see! I will try my best to do so, Nohime-dono!" Hayate said. "I have never seen a user of the nunchaku, but I have heard they are a difficult weapon to master." He watched the spar closely, noting the movement of the weapon. When Shintaro brought the weapon to his hip before the diagonal slash at Kaze's head, he thought that it was somewhat similar to the draw of a sword. He wondered if learning techniques used by other weapons could help make his swordsmanship stronger. As Kaze shifted, taking Shintaro's blows on his bicep and against his armor, the nunchaku continued to follow through. After impact, the weapon simply dragged across, causing no more damage, simply continuing the path of its momentum. Shintaro brought it far out from his body this time, spinning it continuously as he ducked under Kaze's swing and backed away. He then brought the nunchaku down at himself, touching the very tip of the end he held to his upper leg. The chain wrapped around the flesh of his thigh, letting the other end flop behind without actually hitting him, killing its momentum. Then Shintaro brought it back up in an upward slash, not as an attack, but with enough force that if Kaze tried to advance it could easily do damage. The upward swing brought it over his shoulder, and he reached across his chest with his other arm to catch the other end. He held the weapon like this as he circled around Kaze, his steps slow and measured. "You sure can take a hit. Maybe it's just the pads, but anyone else would've let go of their weapon by now." He nodded at Kaze's hand. "That's something my grandpa always told me. Strike the thing closest to you. A sure kill blow is fine, but you can't get to the heart without going through the bone. Break the bones first." Again, he was just standing there. And in a flash, he was right next to Kaze, swinging the nunchaku around his shoulder at the man's ribs. "Let's see how hard your bones are!" |
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| Victor | Jan 3 2014, 01:13 PM Post #85 |
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The large man kept his eyes on Shintaro, watching his arms and the footwork instead of watching the weapon. It was easier to predict a move if he just followed the limb and its starting path. He remained where he was, refraining from pursuing no matter how badly he wanted to. It was more habit than anything to just rush in on an opponent when they backpedaled, using his reach and size to get them to go down. The captain seemed wise to that kind of tactic though, simply because of how agile he seemed to be. The nunchaku wielder complimented the resilience of his body, or was he just commenting? He'd take it as a compliment for now. "War will harden a mans body. I've taken enough hits to ignore some pains." He replied while watching Shintaro. "As for dropping my weapon...you'll have to hit it more than once to get me to drop it." He stated before narrowing his eyes. The man was standing there one second then he was next to Kaze in another. This was a bit confusing since the target was lost for all of a few seconds until the captain spoke. He glanced over with raised eyebrows, wondering how the hell the man moved so fast. Padded wood met slated wood as the nunchaku impacted the slated breastplate he wore, bending it inward. That was going to leave an ugly bruise. His hand snapped out as he stepped closer, attempting to wrap his arm around the captain. "This is a spar, you don't need to try to break something." He growled, obviously not pleased about Shintaro's exclamation. |
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| Atlantis | Jan 3 2014, 08:20 PM Post #86 |
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Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Barracks Ashura As was often the case, Ashura grew lustful as boredom set in. She found herself a fellow Kairyoshi member and took him back to her room where they engaged in intercourse to fill the void that a lack of combat left within her. The man she found was quite grateful, as they always were. Her energy, lust and skill in combat translated into the bedroom as well, leaving him drained and the both of them satisfied; he, likely for quite some time; her, likely for a day... tops. Once the deed was done, he left her room and moved on to whatever it was he felt like doing while Ashura remained in her bed, her eyes transfixed on the ceiling above. The sun would soon set completely and the night would come shortly after that event. Taking the jewelled necklace she wore around her neck in hand, she gazed into the violet sphere. She could only be separated from her gems for a couple of hours before reverting back into her true form but in keeping this around her neck, she could maintain her human shape for as long as she wanted. The woman had long since lost track of how long she'd been alive. As years turned into decades and decades into centuries, the days rolling by became less and less important. She had grown bored of what life offered so long ago that she had forgotten what it felt like to awake in the morning knowing the thrill of a new day. Instead, each time the sun rose, the only thought on her mind was how she'd fill the hours until she could sleep again. While outwardly, she seemed nonchalant and thrilled by combat and the job she did, inwardly she was apathetic; dreary of the bothersome circle of life she'd fallen in to. It disgusted her that she felt this way as well and she often found herself put off by those very thoughts; saddened or even angered that that's what it had all boiled down to. Ashura needed -- no -- wanted a fix. She wanted something new, something exciting, something that would make her skin crawl and her heart beat fast. Slaying her own kind day after day had, at one time, filled the void; but now it had all become procedure. There wasn't anything new to be taken from it. Sitting up in bed, Ashura approached the window, gripping the frame on either side as she gazed out into the world outside. What if she were to take matters into her own hands? What if she were to create something that would make her excited once more? This organization came to mind and ideas of how to upset it began to swirl around within her mind. As it were, when a Youkai presence was discovered, the Kairyoshi were called into action to deal with the threat. While there was an initial blanket of fear amongst people in the area, deep down everyone knew that they were safe; the Organization would come and save the day and protect the people that the Youkai threatened. No one truly panicked because it was all a part of the plan. With a malevolent grin, Ashura returned to her bed, reaching down and picking her clothes up. Garbing herself once more and after fixing her hair, Ashura left her room and back into the compound, leaving the Barracks and heading for the Garden. |
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| Onime No Ryu | Jan 4 2014, 10:00 AM Post #87 |
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Shintaro whipped the nunchaku over his shoulder again, the other end hitting Kaze's arm as it wrapped around him with a thwack. The instant of pain it caused let the captain duck and back out under the arm, whipping the nunchaku back down at the back of Kaze's thighs as he went. When he stood up his weapon came too, again slapping Kaze's outstretched arm. The nunchaku, being made of wood, was not overly heavy. The addition of pads made it even less damaging. Yet Shintaro had such mastery of it that every one of his movements in this fight had chained multiple attacks together, spinning and whirling the flail-like weapon in a constant blur. He stood up, again killing the nunchaku's momentum against his thigh and bouncing it off his shoulder, flipping it forward before snapping it under to catch it in his armpit. He smiled at Kaze, and no longer stood in a fighting stance. "I think we can stop here, Gufuu-san, if that's alright with you. I don't wanna get too used to these wimpy things." He let the nunchaku drop into his palm, and headed towards the weapons rack. "See, nunchaku aren't like other weapons. Making them lighter and softer actually makes them harder to control. It's hard to fight when they bounce around so easy." "Wow!" Hayate said, looking first at the captain and then at the shinai in his hands. It was made of simple bamboo strips tied together, far lighter and more flexible than a real sword. Would making his own weapon heavier help his training? He looked over at Nohime, noting that she also carried a katana, though it was of a strange design. "Nohime-dono, when you train, do you use shinai too?" he asked, wanting a second opinion. |
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| Fenrir | Jan 4 2014, 12:45 PM Post #88 |
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Katsuo had grown bored of hanging around the Shrine for no real reason, so had decided to take his leave of the area. Walking along, he slipped his hands into his pockets with a flat look on his face. He hated having nothing to do. It appeared that the excitement of today had peaked early with Hayate's training mission. If one wanted to even call that exciting. Truth be told, it had been over before he could have gotten any real fun out of it. His random wandering took him back in the direction of the Gardens once more, and he looked around with a bored expression. Pretending to be Human was all well and good, but sometimes even that wasn't exactly invigorating. Then again, he had been at this for quite some time. Long enough for it to become almost routine. Scratching the side of his head, he sat down on a bench. "Can't remember the last time I've been this bored. I almost wish there more Youkai running around. At least then I could get some action." he said as he stretched out leisurely. Edited by Fenrir, Jan 4 2014, 01:17 PM.
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| Atlantis | Jan 4 2014, 01:52 PM Post #89 |
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Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Garden Ashura Ashura's saunter through the Garden eventually brought her eyes upon Katsuo once again, who looked to be in a similar situation as she was albeit a much deeper level. Stopping where she was, she placed a hand on her hip and watched him for a moment. He began to mumble to himself, likely using the sound of words to take his mind off of the lack of action. With a light chuckle, she approached, taking a seat next to him and crossing her legs. "You know..." she began, looking straight ahead for a moment before her bright red eyes settled on his own. "...people like us should not be forced to sit around and wait for someone to beckon us to a crisis; we are above that," she explained, gripping the seat beneath her with her fingers as her gaze shifted straight ahead again. "I feel as though we are treated like exotic pets: something for our owners to pull out to show guests before tucking us back away until the next new face arrives... this process has grown tiresome and dreary, no?" she inquired, her eyes settling back on him again. Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Combat Area Nöhime Before long, their spar was over. It was to be expected who the victor would be and the bout resolving itself in such short order was also assumed. Regardless, the larger man fought well against a more skilled opponent and the results would probably spur Kaze into bettering himself for next time. Nöhime applauded the display with a smile; Hayate showing his own flavor of enthusiasm as well. He turned to the young woman afterwards and asked if she trained with a weapon similar to the one he was holding at the moment. "No, I don't. Truth be told..." she began, turning her head to view her weapon, positioned horizontally across the small of her back. "...I rarely use my weapon to strike opponents; it's more of a catalyst than anything," she exclaimed with a comforting smile. "You look to be someone who takes swordsmanship quite seriously! I assume you practice daily?" she questioned, tilting her head slightly to coincide with her words. Edited by Atlantis, Jan 4 2014, 07:19 PM.
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| Fenrir | Jan 4 2014, 02:52 PM Post #90 |
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Katsuo looked up from his thoughts as he heard a familiar voice, and once again found himself with the pleasure of Ashura's company. The woman had sat down next to him on the bench, and he met her eyes as she spoke of how she felt about what appeared to be their shared situation. He tilted his head slightly as she went on, thinking about what she was saying. He had to admit, she was making quite a bit of sense. "Agreed. It's hard not to feel as though the Kairyoshi aren't just a way to keep people like us out of the way until we're needed. Then, once our job is done, we're hidden away again, out of the public eye so the people can resume their lives. It's hardly what I would call a worthwhile way to spend one's time." he said as he looked ahead. "It was fun for a time. But it has grown somewhat mundane." |
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| Atlantis | Jan 4 2014, 03:23 PM Post #91 |
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Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Garden Ashura Almost every time she spoke to Katsuo, she was further and further convinced that he was just like her; a Youkai in disguise. Not only was it the way he carried himself, but the fact that they shared a similar demeanor to one another. She could tell that she was much more experienced in disguise than he was and while she could tell what he was, the felling likely wasn't mutual. Regardless, they shared a similar mindset, Katsuo making sure to stress that this all had a mundane feeling to it. "You seem to be a much more interesting fellow than I originally thought you for, my friend," she explained tracing a swirling line up his chest with her index finger, her eyes locked onto it's path. "I feel you would do well to keep on your toes for the next little bit; you never know when something might go awry and send everything into a spiral of chaos... it can happen in the blink of an eye after all," the woman spoke softly, her eyes locking on to his as she finished speaking. |
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| Fenrir | Jan 4 2014, 04:48 PM Post #92 |
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Katsuo raised an eyebrow as Ashura suddenly leaned closer to him, tracing a line on his chest with her finger as she spoke. At first it appeared to be nothing of consequence, but if one looked past her words, then you'd be able to tell it wasn't just talk. He didn't know Ashura well, but she wasn't one to take lightly. She was implying something, and while he didn't know what exactly, it sounded intriquing. As she finished, she met his eyes, and he looked into hers thoughtfully. "Some chaos never hurt anything, if you ask me. After all, it's the unexpected that makes life interesting. Wouldn't you agree?" he replied coyly. There was something about Ashura. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. But whatever it was, he couldn't say he disliked it. "Somehow, I get the feeling there's much more to you than just a beautiful face and a penchant for killing Youkai." he continued with a small smirk. |
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| Onime No Ryu | Jan 4 2014, 04:58 PM Post #93 |
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"Yes!" Hayate said enthusiastically. "Before I came here, I used to do one thousand swings every morning!" But then he looked down at the ground, his eyes falling. "But, when I went on my first mission...I found that I was much weaker than I had hoped. I fear that my training has not been severe enough..." Then he looked back up, the fire in his eyes once more. He held out his shinai proudly. "So now, starting today, I will do three thousand swings every day!" "That'll definitely improve your swing." said the voice of Tachibana Shintaro, as he walked past them towards the door. "But if I were you, I'd practice kata that many times per day too." "Really?" Hayate said--then, realizing he was talking to, he bowed and added, "sir?" "Yeah. And if you have any "ippon kumite" techniques, like Karate does--techniques where someone attacks you in a certain way, and you react with a counter strike--practice them too." Shintaro stretched his arms, causing his shoulders to pop. His hands rested behind his head as he continued, "Kata and ippon kumite are built around what you would do if an opponent came at you. If you keep that in mind while you train, and if you train enough, your reactions will become instinct. Just swinging your sword blindly won't get you anywhere." Hayate suddenly gave a big grin, and threw himself into a series of bows. "Thank you, sir! I see what you mean now! I am enlightened by your skill!" "Heh." Shintaro looked bashful now, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. "No problem. We were all new once. In fact, I'm the newbie among the eight captains myself." He held up a clenched fist. "Let's do our best, huh?" "Sir, yes sir!" As Ashura and Katsuo sat in the gardens, they had a clear view of the gate when a certain someone came strolling in. Takenaka Ryuichi walked through, causing the gate guards and the nearby soldiers to bow as he passed. He ignored them, walking with his usual relaxed gate, the odachi balanced over his shoulders. Suddenly, he stopped. He turned his head towards the gardens, and his yellow eyes roamed until they found both Ashura and Katsuo. Both of them had been in the Kairyoshi for some time, and thus this likely wouldn't be their first time seeing the Hunter General. Every time they had seen him in the past, he had done the same thing. He gave them both a knowing little grin. |
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| Atlantis | Jan 4 2014, 07:57 PM Post #94 |
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Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Garden Ashura With the both of them being on the same page, the idea became so much more appealing. Katsuo went on to declare that a little chaos never hurt anyone and while that was most certainly untrue, it still held special meaning. In her mind, most people were fodder. The lesser beings only existed so that they may act as stairs that lift the truly magnificent beings up, hoisting them above all of the others. Only then could everyone see how much of a difference there was between them and those that stood above them. Ashura was one that stood above and she's spent the past several centuries believing it. He went on to elaborate that he felt as though there was much more to her than just beauty and a lust for combat, prompting and almost hiss-like laugh from her. "Oh, you do not know the half of it..." she replied simply. As they exchanged dialogue, the go-to man in the way of combat entered the compound and gave them a look; well, Ashura saw him give her a look... whether it was aimed at the pair of them or not wasn't for her to know. Still, while she never studied beneath him, choosing instead to teach herself, she had received that very same look from him before. Just after he'd done so, Ashura gazed back at him, licking her lips as she exhaled. "Ahhh..." she cooed. "The things I would let that man do to me..." she began, running a hand down her chest. "I love a rugged warrior," she exclaimed, looking to Katsuo for a reaction. Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Combat Area Nöhime Just as he tended to do with everything she'd seen thus far, Hayate replied quite enthusiastically to her interest in his training, exclaiming that he used to swing his weapon one thousand times per day. He elaborated, explaining that after his first mission, one thousand swings seemed inadequate. It all seemed silly and fickle to Nöhime; what purpose could aimless swings have? Regardless, he was commended by Shintaro who went on to discuss combat procedure and technique, something that she personally had little need for. While she lacked the understand to grasp most of it, Hayate seemed to absorb it all like a sponge and before long, the pair were left there alone, along with Kaze who looked like the type to shrug off whatever just happened to him physically. "That was quite the display; keeping up with Captain Tachibana like that, I'm quite impressed," she exclaimed to the much larger man, concluding with a respectful bow; her hands clasped in front of herself, a welcoming expression adorning her face as it often did. Edited by Atlantis, Jan 5 2014, 12:22 PM.
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| Fenrir | Jan 4 2014, 10:08 PM Post #95 |
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Ashura gave Katsuo a veiled response to his statement, and he chuckled softly. Before he could say anything else though, he noticed someone coming into the Garden through the Front Gate. Like Ashura, he turned his head to meet the newcomer, seeing that it was Takenaka Ryuichi, one of the Generals of the Kairyoshi. He had never spoken to the man at length before, but they had crossed paths several times, as he had with just about everyone else. And every time they met, he had always had that same small smile on his face, as if he knew...something. Of course, there was no way he actually KNEW. If he did, there was no chance he would have kept it quiet. Katsuo was no fool. Even knowing that he had done a lot of Youkai fighting in his time with the Kairyoshi, he knew the instant he was found out, the whole organization would be up in arms to put his head on a spike. Ashura suddenly let out lustful noise, and Katsuo turned his head to look back at her, focusing in particular on the hand that was moving down her chest. It was hard not to let one's mind wander at that, but he did his best to keep his focus. He raised an eyebrow, wondering how aware Ashura was of the fact she was speaking of the General as if he wasn't even here. He got the feeling she was very aware, and likely didn't care, or was fishing to see what his response would be. "Rugged, eh? Clearly we need to work together more." he said suggestively. |
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| Victor | Jan 4 2014, 10:49 PM Post #96 |
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The finish to the fight was less than satisfactory. The captain did a rapid combo, smacking his arm, leg, then his arm a second time while avoiding the grab. The muscles spasmed slightly before the captain called an end to the spar. "Alright. I get the feeling you wield iron ones?" He questioned while giving his superior officer a bow of respect. The hand was already bruising up along with where the nunchaku hit on his arm. A young woman approached soon after the spar. Tachibana was instructing the rookie on various ways to train. He left the man to instruct the young member, instead turning his attention to the woman nearby. He gave her a bit of a smile. "Comes with fighting in a war. Got to tough things out and do what you can." He replied as he set the padded club in its rack. "What's your name, miss? You seem to know mine." He questioned her idly. He flicked his iron kanabo up onto his shoulder before turning his full attention to her. |
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| Onime No Ryu | Jan 4 2014, 11:28 PM Post #97 |
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Ryuichi, after giving Ashura and Katsuo the usual look, headed towards the combat building. As he was going in, Shintaro was coming out, and the captain bowed to his superior. "Aniki!" said the younger man, addressing Ryuichi in the manner of an older brother--although the term could also refer to a boss or a mentor-like figure, but it was mostly used in that manner among thugs and Yakuza. "How'd your hunt go?" "Boring, as usual." Ryuichi replied in a deadpan tone. He walked past his subordinate without another word, into the building. There he saw Nohime once again, along with a much larger man--and someone he'd never seen before, a kid who had taken over the room where Shintaro and Kaze had had their spar and was standing in the traditional kenjutsu stance, swinging the shinai over and over. "Hey," he said, looking over at Nohime and Kaze. "Who's he?" He pointed at Hayate, who was so immersed in his counting that he hadn't even noticed the general come in. Once again, a shadowy presence appeared near Ashura and Katsuo. Hashimoto Yuki didn't wait for them to notice him this time, instead emerging on his own. It seemed like he stepped directly out a bush behind them, but the plant's leaves never rustled. "I-If you two are th-that bored," he began, holding up a folded piece of paper, "There's, um, a new m-m-mission up for g-g-grabs." His eyes narrowed beneath the head scarf. "B-but you should know, it's a b-b-big one. You'll be p-p-part of a larger g-g-group, probably with Akibayashi again and s-s-some others." |
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| Atlantis | Jan 5 2014, 12:35 PM Post #98 |
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Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Garden Ashura After what she'd said, Katsuo seemed excited to work together more in the future, stating the fact quite boldly. "Mmm..." she started, crossing her legs and sitting up straight again. "Most certainly." That slippery ninja from earlier emerged from behind them, once again in a display of uncomfortable invasive skills. He managed to stutter out a proposition for them, handing a piece of paper to Ashura with a promise that it may quench their boredom. He made sure to add that the kid from before would be going along as well as some others. "Well, I do enjoy a party," she exclaimed, licking her lips as she opened the paper up to read it's contents. "You should get out into the sun more, Hashimoto. Girls do not appreciate the pasty stalker types," the woman prodded. Tokyo - Kairyoshi Headquarters - Combat Area Nöhime An explanation of experience was given as to his ability to keep up with a more skilled opponent and it seemed sound. He returned the practice weapon before asking her name, wondering how she knew him but not the other way around. "Oh, I apologize," she exclaimed with a nervous smile. My name is Nöhime and I tend to make it a bit of a habit of learning about those around me," she explained, giving the man a respectful bow before clasping her hands together in front of herself. Ryuichi entered the building as well and the two brothers began to speak back and forth. They seemed to have not spoken in a bit, if their words were to be interpreted as such and before long, he asked who the new blood was. "Oh, that is Akibayashi Hayate," she replied with a slight smile. "He just joined us today," she elaborated, turning to look at the young man as he swung his weapon before returning her attention to Ryuichi. Edited by Atlantis, Jan 7 2014, 03:18 PM.
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| Onime No Ryu | Jan 5 2014, 12:55 PM Post #99 |
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Ignoring Ashura's comment as she took the paper and began to read it, the captain continued, "The t-target this t-time is a Gashadokuro. It will p-p-probably take you m-most of the d-day to reach the village." The piece of parchment was a map, possibly a piece of a larger one copied by a skilled hand in simple black ink. It displayed a portion of Tokyo, the city giving way to wilderness, with small spots of civilization dotted here and there. One village, several hours' walk away, had been circled. Gashadokuro. A mass of bones shaped like a human skeleton, but fifteen times larger than the norm. It was a spirit said to take shape from the regrets of those who died by starvation, and hunted humans in a never-ending quest to sate its hunger. "It only a-appears around m-m-midnight." Yuki warned. "If you hear a ringing in y-your ears, th-that's a s-sign that it's about t-to attack. Grab wh-whatever you'll n-need for the journey and m-m-meet at the g-gate." He began to disappear into the foliage again. "I'll inform th-the others." "Ah." Ryuichi said simply. He looked at Nohime again for a moment, giving her a nod of recognition. "Thanks for the food." He walked to the weapons rack himself and exchanged his odachi for a much shorter shinai. Then he started walking towards another room. Hayate's head turned. "Ah, sir!" he called out to the man with red hair. He'd never seen this man before, and though he thought the man's unusual hair and eye color odd he was all smiles as he approached. Slowly, Ryuichi turned to gaze at him quizzically. "I am Akibayashi Hayate! I have only just joined the Kairyoshi!" He bowed, and looked back up at Ryuichi. The other man merely inclined his head in acknowledgment. "If you are also here to train, would you mind sparring with me?" Hashimoto Yuki actually fell out of the ceiling behind Nohime and Kaze, his eyes wide in shock. Tachibana Shintaro turned his head so fast his neck popped. Ryuichi smiled, his sharp teeth glinting. "Interesting." he said in a whisper. Then, at normal volume, "Sure." Hayate, completely oblivious, bowed again. "Thank you sir! Is this room to your liking?" "Mhm." Ryuichi walked past the boy to the middle of the room. Hayate happily bounced along behind like a puppy. |
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| Fenrir | Jan 5 2014, 01:18 PM Post #100 |
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Ashura seemed to agree with Katsuo's statement, but before the conversation could progress any further, the duo were interrupted by another arrival. Once again, Hashimoto Yuki had snuck up on them, coming out of a bush behind them with hardly a whisper of sound to announce his presence. He had another job for them, handing Ashura a slip of paper with the details. Katsuo looked at the paper as well. It was a map to lead them to their destination. "We're fighting a Gashadokuro? This could be interesting." he said as he rubbed his chin. Oni were big. But Gashadokuro were literally giants in comparison to your average human. He could understand why the Kairyoshi would be sending them alongside a larger group, not that he would need the extra help. Hashimoto Yuki was already slinking away, informing them to meet with the others at the gate when they were ready. Katsuo however, frowned slightly. "So the Kid's coming along for another lesson. If he couldn't keep it together in front of an Oni, he's going to turn into a gibbering mess when he sees the Gashadokuro." he said, shaking his head at the thought. |
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