GreenGoat

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

She watched through the net, as if watching a television, all the commotion with great interest, before losing her interest. It was good and all but it wasn't that exciting as she'd thought. It was like watching someone else struggle through a net, which, coincidentally, was what she was under at the moment. A fleeting thought of how people view others through the television went through her mind, something about being so detached from them one can laugh at a tragedy or hope for that one woman to die because she was annoying. Perhaps she could have spouted some sort of poetry or some foppish comment about one's relation to the TV, but the medication she always took wasn't exactly friendly to philosophy. Mado didn't even know what foppish means.

"Ah."

Some woman took the net off them. Who was she and what was she doing here? Was she in the New People greeting thing they had much much earlier when Mado still had her shoes?

Her train of thoughts was broken as Haku came up to her, getting uncomfortably close.

"Mado-chan, retrieve the list, will you? Cut anything as much as you like, just not the paper."

The list? The last person who had it was that man over there, who had simply watched Jasper fall down.

"Did you hear that, miss?" The gentleman stood up and dusted himself off. He was visibly annoyed at being trapped under a net. "We get to cut them up."

He gave a wide grin. "Ladies first?"

She took out the old wooden handle in her(Leon's) jacket's pocket, giving it a spin using the ring attached to the pommel. With a flick of her wrists, a rather disproportionally large blade came out of the handle. Mado held it diagonally towards the ground, feeling its weight in her hand. It was the rather ordinary looking cleaver some members of the group would recognize; the same blade she had picked out from the Shakespearean. However, it was far from ordinary; being a weapon designed to fight monsters, it had, by its own accord, survived the huge squid's attack and the ship's subsequent destruction, and returned to her pocket in a more compact form. Of course, seeing as there were nothing it could be useful for up until this point, it lay in her pocket unused.

Mado sighed and threw the blade towards Sacha. It zoomed by just mere inches from his neck, before slamming into the wall with excessive force, sending bits of debris flying.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Did I miss?"

With her left hand holding her kitchen knife, she held up her right, as the cleaver flew right back into her hand.

"Next time, I'll take your head."

"No no, you need to take the list from him." The gentleman whispered in her ear. "Make him an offer he can't refuse."

"Give me the list and your head comes off."

She rushed towards Sacha, flinging aside the huge cleaver. Instead of flying off to nowhere, it orbited around Mado and curved towards him from the left, as she swung her knife from the right.

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

THose people in the library I think. And some who have not posted. Also, waiting on Alarieth as well.

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

I'm stll typing Fox. Calm down. >.>;

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

"Good morning too you as well, I take it you are my fellow squad mate. Well my name is Isao Kiriyama its nice to meet you."

Ageha glanced at the teacher, before turning her attention back to the person who seemed to be her squad mate. He doesn't seem to be anything special, except for being taller than her and looking rather.... young. Odd. So was she ranked only as good as this person? It begged the question of whether they had warriors so strong she only measured up to this person, or they underestimated her skills severely. Both are equally annoying to consider.

"Ageha."

She took his hand gingerly, pausing a moment before remembering she had to shake it. He seemed to have a scythe thing on chains, something she recalled seeing when Granny brought out all her weapons. A weapon specialist she would have guessed, but then again weapons does not make the shinobi, so perhaps he could be specializing in another field entirely. Still, he looked like a real muscle head as her Granny would have put it.

There was another one missing however; the last member of the squad. If she recalled correctly, a squad would be of at least three people, with one teacher. She felt rather nervous now. If this beefy boy here and that teacher over there who looked he came out of a rock was any indication, the last one would also be a large muscly fellow. Was she accidentally put on the muscle crew? Whoever the other squad member was, she hoped sincerely it was a girl at least. Even if they were as muscular as that teacher.

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

Still doing fine, awaiting that post. ^^;

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

sweetness. Writing up a post.

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

Is there a postcycle or can I post again?

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

It was strange, seeing so much of the light. The home she had left would still be shrouded in darkness, filled with the sounds of the local wildlife waking.

Which she would then hunt for her breakfast.

It was a hard transition for her. Living in the village was a lot different from living in the old shack in the forest. For one, she didn't need to catch her own meal, she could pay someone else to make her meals. And then there was all these people. For one accustomed to living in the village it was nothing special, but for her the amount of people in one spot makes her nervous and jittery.

Ageha took up the twinblades and hooked them onto her belt, making sure they were secure.

They had finally summoned her. Her and a few others, to a training ground. She had absolutely no idea what to expect, so she had prepared herself for whatever may come on the training grounds. Through her experience, being called to training would usually involve a large amount of pain and several injuries. No doubt with so many others like her, the standards here would be much higher, perhaps with even a real risk of death. Like that news of a teacher killing his students she overheard some ladies talk about.

"Ready."

***

Ageha looked back towards the sun, shielding her eyes with her hand.

The training grounds seems to be located a bit further away from the city, most likely to avoid runaway jutsu or accidentally throwing a kunai in someone's face. Safe, but for someone who was still unfamiliar with the grounds, it was a bit of a chore to find. At least she didn't get lost again.

She stretched her hands out, observing her shadow closely. It was a good thing she had walked out early, for she had arrived exactly at the appointed time. And not a moment too soon, for it seemed the teacher was there already, along with another person. A man whose body seemed chiseled out of a rock, and young. Nothing at all like Granny. Nevertheless she was starting to feel nervous again, though she showed little sign of it. Did she bring enough supplies? Was she really ready? Questions and doubts raced through her mind, with nary an answer to most. Regardless, she was here, and whether she was ready or not, the teacher would not wait.

"..g..Good morning."

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

Shots fired. Everyone get down in the trenches.

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Err... Foxy, better not encourage auto hitting, coz that will definitely create drama and stuff.