shylarahTwo updates.
I gave up on that second character I was trying to get.
I changed Bael's pictures around, he looks more what I wanted him to look, now. Less childish, more 'too good to be true' type. Bahaha (Still black haired and blue eyed, tho).
And my last post sucked, but tis not an update. Sorry Rose ;-;
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Bael wasn't that far away from the garden, really. In fact, he had been walking slowly, as if he was expecting that sort of reaction. It wasn't experience, it wasn't planned, he simply deeply wished that this wouldn't be the end of their conversation, and the moment he heard her voice saying: "Wait, I'm sorry!" was the moment the brightest smile appeared onto his face. The boy turned himself to face her, eyeing her over as he raised both of his hands, placing them behind his head as he chuckled.
"I wasn't expecting this at all." Moving both of his hands down, the boy took a step towards her. "You didn't drove me off, I did it. I felt that I was being an annoyance... But if that's not the case," Slowly, he extended a hand towards her; and simply keep it there, his eyes giving his own hand a suggestive look of; you should totally hold my hand. "I'm happy with your invitation, as I adore any sort of art, this music has been keeping me intrigued for a while. Should we?" He took a step back so he'd be side to side with the girl, his hand still extended towards her.
Bael's smile wasn't present anymore, but he had an overally pleasant expression, much different from the seemingly cold one he had when he was staring at Lily a few moments ago. He wasn't also being blatantly flirtatious, but that certainly didn't meant that he had given up. Perhaps this was only a change of strategy, if it could be called that.
"I wasn't expecting this at all." Moving both of his hands down, the boy took a step towards her. "You didn't drove me off, I did it. I felt that I was being an annoyance... But if that's not the case," Slowly, he extended a hand towards her; and simply keep it there, his eyes giving his own hand a suggestive look of; you should totally hold my hand. "I'm happy with your invitation, as I adore any sort of art, this music has been keeping me intrigued for a while. Should we?" He took a step back so he'd be side to side with the girl, his hand still extended towards her.
Bael's smile wasn't present anymore, but he had an overally pleasant expression, much different from the seemingly cold one he had when he was staring at Lily a few moments ago. He wasn't also being blatantly flirtatious, but that certainly didn't meant that he had given up. Perhaps this was only a change of strategy, if it could be called that.
Bael has conquered Lily's heart and their marriage will happen soon. Other than that, nothing.
Just kidding *-*
Just kidding *-*
"Very well, Hoshi." Tora nodded his head towards her, perking an eyebrow when the name of his sensei was mentioned. Eiji... Eiji. Yep, Tora had never heard that name before. He was hoping that he'd know at least his teammates names, since there was this small chance of knowing one or two, at least from name, but he didn't get that. Instead, he was just told that proper introductions would happen when it was time which meant that for now, he had to focus on what he was about to do. Training. The boy simply stood there, watching as the woman whispered the other jounin and then the door opening, revealing... nothing. Wow. At first, the genin felt slightly uneasy about entering there, since there was no sight of the jounin as soon as she walked inside, but he did it anyway.
The boy slowly walked inside, his arms moving inside of that coat of his, finding the sleeves soon (yes, he had been keeping his arms inside the coat while the sleeves were just hanging about for all this time) and proceeding to move out of them, he adjusted the fingerless gloves on each of his hands while walking forward, casting a glance at the ground since it felt... awkward under his feet, but unfortunately Tora wasn't able to see a thing. The woman spoke again, announcing that this was the advanced training grounds... The word advanced gave this whole training a different sense to the genin, a smile even surging on his lips. He nodded; then realized that she couldn't see the act. "Understood." He spoke out, and when the lights were turned on, his eyes instantly analyzing the place... There wasn't much to see. He could understand the odd sensation when he glanced down, seeing that the ground below him was apparently the only one. There was some water in front of him, and the woman stood above it. The whole place felt strange, the only thing in sight was what seemed to be a small island.
She gave him a brief about their training; and honestly, Tora started to feel nervous again. He wasn't exactly prepared for something like this. Ignoring the nervousness, he listened to everything she had to say, eyeing the paper which she got in her hand, but his attention had focused in her sleeve, where the scroll was. Three minutes... What happens if... Yeah, he thought about asking, but instead the boy just gave her a nod, moving his shoulders in a circular motion, closing and opening his hands before he closed them into fists and moved his body in a somewhat prepared position.
"I'm ready."
The boy slowly walked inside, his arms moving inside of that coat of his, finding the sleeves soon (yes, he had been keeping his arms inside the coat while the sleeves were just hanging about for all this time) and proceeding to move out of them, he adjusted the fingerless gloves on each of his hands while walking forward, casting a glance at the ground since it felt... awkward under his feet, but unfortunately Tora wasn't able to see a thing. The woman spoke again, announcing that this was the advanced training grounds... The word advanced gave this whole training a different sense to the genin, a smile even surging on his lips. He nodded; then realized that she couldn't see the act. "Understood." He spoke out, and when the lights were turned on, his eyes instantly analyzing the place... There wasn't much to see. He could understand the odd sensation when he glanced down, seeing that the ground below him was apparently the only one. There was some water in front of him, and the woman stood above it. The whole place felt strange, the only thing in sight was what seemed to be a small island.
She gave him a brief about their training; and honestly, Tora started to feel nervous again. He wasn't exactly prepared for something like this. Ignoring the nervousness, he listened to everything she had to say, eyeing the paper which she got in her hand, but his attention had focused in her sleeve, where the scroll was. Three minutes... What happens if... Yeah, he thought about asking, but instead the boy just gave her a nod, moving his shoulders in a circular motion, closing and opening his hands before he closed them into fists and moved his body in a somewhat prepared position.
"I'm ready."
Tora's eyes quickly followed after the sound which he heard when the woman landed on the ground... Wait. Once they met the purple haired shinobi, Tora's expression went from that somewhat vivid and curious look to an intrigued and somewhat surprised one. She seemed... quite young, not Tora-young, but certainly young. It's not like he was expecting some elder with a scar crossing his or her eye as well as other battle scars, with this large and beautiful weapon as well as other equipment, but... Actually, he was expecting just exactly that. But he wasn't disappointed at all.
She motioned him to follow her after telling her name and explaining to him what he might've already known from the message, or would've known if he had read it entirely and had not skipped to what he found interesting. The boy quietly followed her, his hands moving inside of the coat he was using, his eyes staring at the back of the jounin's head. "Seems great, and I assure you I will tell no one, Hoshi Miwa." He wasn't sure if it'd be more respectful to call her by name or by 'sensei', but that didn't matter much. Smiling timidly, the boy raised a hand up to rub the back of his head in an embarassed act. "Ah.. About my team... Would you please inform me who's my teammates? I've been a little... unorganized lately."
The genin followed her outside of the training field, not saying a word until they were in front of the building which he honestly had no idea of what it was. His eyes looked it over, expeculations were starting to form inside of his head. He glanced at the jounin commander, tilting his head a bit, as if waiting for an order or for her to enter the building.
She motioned him to follow her after telling her name and explaining to him what he might've already known from the message, or would've known if he had read it entirely and had not skipped to what he found interesting. The boy quietly followed her, his hands moving inside of the coat he was using, his eyes staring at the back of the jounin's head. "Seems great, and I assure you I will tell no one, Hoshi Miwa." He wasn't sure if it'd be more respectful to call her by name or by 'sensei', but that didn't matter much. Smiling timidly, the boy raised a hand up to rub the back of his head in an embarassed act. "Ah.. About my team... Would you please inform me who's my teammates? I've been a little... unorganized lately."
The genin followed her outside of the training field, not saying a word until they were in front of the building which he honestly had no idea of what it was. His eyes looked it over, expeculations were starting to form inside of his head. He glanced at the jounin commander, tilting his head a bit, as if waiting for an order or for her to enter the building.
Theobromine said
I seriously love this RP. Everyone's so friendly, and the IC moves on so smoothly~! :DD
What an insult. I'm not and will never be friendly, geez!
Minecraft seems... fun.
Bael's eyes twitched slightly when she mentioned that he had invaded her personal bubble of space, the boy faking a wince and incrasing the distance between the two even more, without releasing her hand, however. "Oh, my. By all manners, that was not my intention." He said apologetically, bowing his head towards her; then he released her hand and placed both of his hands together... as if he was praying. But in fact he seemed to be just apologizing, either sarcastically, or in a very strange manner. "I will keep my distance, and I'm very, very sorry." He remained in the same position for a few seconds before raising his head again, staring at her with those... big and blue odd eyes. He sighed quietly.
"What a disaster. My sudden proximity is bothering you, I can feel that. I can see that. Would you please forgive me? I will leave you be, but promise me we can talk once again." There was a sinister sincerity in his words... In fact, it felt as if he had programmed the whole conversation before hand... But only until she asked him the two questions, which made his confident stare shift into an embarassed look around to see if anyone had been staring at the two. "Everything's fine, lady. And the reason, well... I will be sincere. I'm interested in you." He purposelly left the word 'interested' hanging in the air without explication of what sort of interest that would be. Standing himself up, he bowed himself and attempted to gently pick up her left hand with both of his.
"I hope we can meet again, Lily Brightengale. You're certainly interesting." With those dismissing words, he'd start to wander off out of the garden.
"What a disaster. My sudden proximity is bothering you, I can feel that. I can see that. Would you please forgive me? I will leave you be, but promise me we can talk once again." There was a sinister sincerity in his words... In fact, it felt as if he had programmed the whole conversation before hand... But only until she asked him the two questions, which made his confident stare shift into an embarassed look around to see if anyone had been staring at the two. "Everything's fine, lady. And the reason, well... I will be sincere. I'm interested in you." He purposelly left the word 'interested' hanging in the air without explication of what sort of interest that would be. Standing himself up, he bowed himself and attempted to gently pick up her left hand with both of his.
"I hope we can meet again, Lily Brightengale. You're certainly interesting." With those dismissing words, he'd start to wander off out of the garden.
Today was an exceptional day. No, really. Tora was feeling it: Everyday had been the same, as if his life reseted the moment he sleep and started again when he woke up, only to repeat the same process. But today, the boy was feeling amazingly different. In fact, he woke up three hours earlier than usual and had already bathed, ate, made and drank his coffee, brushed hsis teeth and after this all, dressed. Yes, he did everything else... undressed. Why? Because he lived in his own house... or well, not his own ,as he had to pay monthly to remain in it. But no one gives a damn about that, not even Tora himself: Today was special... Because the day earlier, he had received an invitation.
You've been selected to partake in the new training-facility program.
There was something else to the little message, but that part was the only thing which caught his interest and made him feel so good about today. Perhaps, with the help of an experienced shinobi, his abilities wouldn't develop. He walked past his punching-sack which was battered and pretty old, giving it a tap with the palm of his hands. He practiced using that for a long time, trying to make his physical combat a bit better, but for some unknown reason, the progress was close to 0. The boy started to clean his house, as he deeply believed that a shinobi's house is his temple and that if a shinobi can't even keep his temple clean, then he probably... Tora sighed, smashing a palm against his own forehead. "Damn, I really need to work on those made-up philosophies."
When Tora finally finished cleaning up his little home, the boy dressed himself in his usual... unnusual attire. He had been mocked because of it, called out because of it, made fun because of it and even complimented because of it, but the only reason he still wore those clothes were because, well, they felt like a perfect replica of his father's clothes (which he kept to this day stored in his wardrobe, claiming that one day, when he grows up, he will wear them) and because buying new ones would be expensive and new clothes meant no food for at least a week. But anyway.
He left through the door, stretching his arms up as a yawn escaped him. His eyes got a bit teary; something that always happened whenever he yawned, but he quickly raised his hand to rub them. Regaining his sight's focus, the boy took a few steps forward before leaping from his apartment into the street. He began to walk; and today, he had a destination. It wasn't like every other day, where he just walked around aimlessly because there was nothing to do. His destination was... The Training Field E. A hearted chuckle escaped the boy when he thought about it. Personal training with an experienced jounin, damn! You got kind of lucky, Tora. Before he could get lost in his own thoughts, Tora was already standing inside the training field in question, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he glanced around with a curious expression on his face. He was feeling his heart beat a little bit faster inside his chest, likely had to do with the nervousness he was feeling right now.
There was something else to the little message, but that part was the only thing which caught his interest and made him feel so good about today. Perhaps, with the help of an experienced shinobi, his abilities wouldn't develop. He walked past his punching-sack which was battered and pretty old, giving it a tap with the palm of his hands. He practiced using that for a long time, trying to make his physical combat a bit better, but for some unknown reason, the progress was close to 0. The boy started to clean his house, as he deeply believed that a shinobi's house is his temple and that if a shinobi can't even keep his temple clean, then he probably... Tora sighed, smashing a palm against his own forehead. "Damn, I really need to work on those made-up philosophies."
When Tora finally finished cleaning up his little home, the boy dressed himself in his usual... unnusual attire. He had been mocked because of it, called out because of it, made fun because of it and even complimented because of it, but the only reason he still wore those clothes were because, well, they felt like a perfect replica of his father's clothes (which he kept to this day stored in his wardrobe, claiming that one day, when he grows up, he will wear them) and because buying new ones would be expensive and new clothes meant no food for at least a week. But anyway.
He left through the door, stretching his arms up as a yawn escaped him. His eyes got a bit teary; something that always happened whenever he yawned, but he quickly raised his hand to rub them. Regaining his sight's focus, the boy took a few steps forward before leaping from his apartment into the street. He began to walk; and today, he had a destination. It wasn't like every other day, where he just walked around aimlessly because there was nothing to do. His destination was... The Training Field E. A hearted chuckle escaped the boy when he thought about it. Personal training with an experienced jounin, damn! You got kind of lucky, Tora. Before he could get lost in his own thoughts, Tora was already standing inside the training field in question, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he glanced around with a curious expression on his face. He was feeling his heart beat a little bit faster inside his chest, likely had to do with the nervousness he was feeling right now.
I accepted you now, Fiery! Sorry, haven't logged in Skype for a while. And I will go ahead and make a post in order to get him at training field E,
but... Should there be any reason of why he'd go there? Like being told to, receiving an invitation, dunno.
but... Should there be any reason of why he'd go there? Like being told to, receiving an invitation, dunno.
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