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jay is my name and playing tall pretty women is my game ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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*continues to hover above roleplay*

Behold, I am the attack helicopter you speak of

If I can create a character that uses her clickity heels to kick some monster butt then I'm in
Heyo, so I've been hovering around for a bit... Would it be possible to have a character with the ability to fly/levitate? Or would that be a bit much?
I'll just drop some interest in this...
Isami Suzuki

“It’s not simply a matter of cutting down a tree, Isami-chan, but rather that it would help make the course a bit easier for us. I know it’s practically impossible to do forty laps in one afternoon. Especially with a field of this magnitude. That’s more a jounin’s specialty than ours.”

Of course it was practically impossible. No, it was impossible. If their sensei had this sort of training exercise in mind, what sort of crazy things lay ahead of them?

“Sensei’s a bit insane, I have to say, but I see what you’re saying. I am obsessing over the water a bit, heh. And don’t worry so much, I’m sure there’s something we could do!”

I'll probably die a miserable death by tripping over a tree root before we even find out there's 'something we can do!'

Her dark thoughts reflected onto her face with her eyebrows wrinkling up in worry. Supposed death was just inches away from her face and worst of all, Isami's head was in complete shambles. Also, it wasn't like their sensei was going to wait an entire day for the team to come up with some sort of strategy. Takeo seemed more than ready to kick some Genin butt, while Isami was stressing over plans and honorifics.

"I've been doing some thinking also...I think eighty is a better number for the test. Forget forty."

Isami almost dropped to her knees after hearing her sensei's words. Did she hear that right? Had her sensei really scrapped the whole forty laps idea and replaced it with eighty? What was this, and Isami death trap specifically planned out to exhaust and kill the little girl?

But that wasn't the end of it. As soon as Isami had started her jog into the deadly eighty lap course, Takeo formed a couple of handsigns to bring a wall of earth to the height of the surrounding trees. The looming shadow that stood over Isami made her eyes widen, terror written all over her pale coloured face. Looking back, she noticed that the amber-eyed boy remained stationary in his spot, most likely just as horrified as she was.

"Tsukarei-san, above you-"

Not wanting to get squished like a fly on a hot summer's day, Isami leapt to the side, the large dirt wall crashing down onto the forest floor. The impact shook Isami off balance, making her tumble to the ground. Being as light as she was definitely had its many disadvantages.

Staggering to her feet, Isami stared ahead, eyeing the destruction her sensei had caused. Why Takeo decided to do something like that was unknown to her, but at least all those troublesome trees were out of the way now. It was about time Isami actually got a move on, though. Her sensei wasn't far behind, and who knows what other techniques he would be willing to pull on his squad?

Following after Keita, Isami weaved her way through the remaining trees until she reached the large earth path.

Mission Impossible was a go.
*pokes RP*

I am... kinda interested...
Isami Suzuki

"Thank you, Isami-chan," Keita replied, looking down at the much smaller girl. Although she had kept a neutral expression for the past few minutes, her eyes widened at the mention of 'Isami-chan'. She brought her sleeve up to cover her reddening face, attempting to hide her embarrassment. To think Keita would reply in such a… casual manner made Isami blush a little.

After her little stress session, Isami's head jerked up in surprise. Momo, who had kept quiet for a majority of the introduction, had suddenly made her way out of the training grounds, her sensei's eyes following her. Isami glanced up at the girl in confusion as Takeo gazed back at her and Keita. Strange… A mistake in the team formations perhaps?

As soon as the brunette left however, a certain, uneasy feeling swept over Isami. This feeling wasn't necessarily a negative one, but it was similar to that of an upsidedown rollercoaster stomach churn. Whoever this new person was, their chakra signature was not written in Isami's imaginary notebook. Even with her above average sensory skills, she couldn't really perceive what type of person she was expecting from this distance.

It was a shame, really. Isami was actually looking forward to work with Momo, despite their… differences personality wise. At least she wouldn't have been the only long distance fighter in the squad. Even though their ways of fighting were vastly different, they were similar in a way. But, now that she was no longer with her, going over what she knew about Momo was the least of her worries. Isami had to focused on her current objective:

Trying not to die while completing a whole forty lap run.

"Okay, so here’s the plan--”

Before he could finish, a voice clashed with Keita's, interrupting his last few words.

And there it was.

"Sorry I'm late. I got a little sidetracked on the way~"

It was an odd combination of colours. Like Takeo's, this person's voice resounded in Isami's head like rippling water, except these ripples seemed much softer and calm. Pale yellow seemed to be the more dominant colour in this sound, with hints of orange and deep purple dotted here and there. She could even see dusty pink splodges hanging around too. Although the image wasn't visually spectacular, Isami had already taken a liking to this person's voice. She didn't know it well, but the sight of pastel yellow brought joy to her eyes.

After the sudden interruption, Isami took this moment to remember exactly who this person was. Glancing up, she could vaguely remember what this boy's name was. Kohaku, was it? If Isami had been that shocked to see the colours in this Genin's voice, then it was clear she hasn't spoken to him in a while. Or, they probably just haven't spoken to each other at all on any occasion. She couldn't really recall seeing anyone with dark red hair and eyes so orange they resembled street lamps in her time in the Academy. It wasn't rare to have people switch classes every year, so maybe she was never placed in the same class as him.

“My plan’s to cut one of the trees down in order to cross the lake. If we don’t, then it’d be more than hard to get up that hill while we’re wet, not to mention uncomfortable. ...or we could blow up the base of the tree near the ground to make it simpler. Only thing we’ll need to worry about is where it falls, so we’ll have to control the trajectory of its descent so we don’t get squashed. Unless either one of you have a better idea?”

"That's not a bad plan at all," Isami replied, looking back towards Keita. "I happen to have a small trick – well, more like a jutsu – up my sleeve to control said trajectory of the tree's descent. However…"

That wasn't the biggest problem on their hands. If they could get across the lake safely then that was all fine and dandy. The biggest worry here was how they were going to complete forty laps with their sensei tagging behind them. Being able to cross the lake without putting their clothes at risk was just something to make their lives easier. Even if they didn't chop the tree down and decided to wade through the water themselves, it was most likely they would end up with the same result: exhausted and lungs with a similar texture to shrivelled up mushrooms.

"It's not just that we should be stressing about. We should be worrying about how we're going to get through this entire course alive rather than pondering on how to chop a tree to be able to cross a lake. We have to think of the bigger picture here. Could there be traps? Land mines? Hidden holes perhaps? And on top of all that we have to figure out how we're able to complete this test without depleting so much of our stamina."

This whole strategy making situation was much more difficult than she had thought. She couldn't think straight at all, and her head was in complete shambles. Who knows? Maybe Keita or this new Kohaku guy had a plan in mind?

This morning was going downhill fast.
Isami Suzuki

Looking towards the man slumped against the tree stump, Isami followed Keita towards her supposedly new sensei. At first glance, she really didn't know what to make of him. His sand coloured hair looked like it had just been blown away by a thousand hairdryers set to the max, and his clothes were even torn in a few places. If Isami had found him on the streets wearing nothing but rags, she would most likely start pelting the man with coins.

Despite his not-so-neat appearance, the man didn't seem unsettling in the slightest. She could sense a bit of warmth to this man's chakra, chakra that flowed throughout his body at a calm and steady pace. This man's chakra was bright enough for Isami to take a certain liking to it.

"Yup! My names Takeo, but it'd be cool if you could call me Takeo-senseo. Rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?"

Like rippling water in an undisturbed pond, the colours flowed into Isami's head. The warmth she had felt before came from the ripples of brick red and strong earth brown, while the brightness she had experienced came in drops of childish vibrant oranges. The girl could also see even smaller, deep purple droplets splashed here and there, mixing in with the rest of the warmer colours. Although Takeo's voice came in ripples, Isami thought it sounded a bit more… fuzzy.

The sort-of-nice kind of fuzzy.

"Don't worry about introductions either. I already know who you cool cats are."

Pointing towards Isami and the other two Genin beside her, Takeo snapped his fingers as he presented them with new names. Isami could see the orange beginning to wash over as he continued to speak out.

"Momo, Keito, and Isamo."

Isamo.

Isamo.

Isami had no idea what it was, but that name seemed to really bug her for some reason. Isamo. What sort of nickname was that?

"But senseo, why did you bring us here today?" Takeo said, forming his hand into a sock puppet shape. The pools of bright orange and tangerine in his voice had become so overpowering and prominent it made Isami cringe. Never before had she seen so much orange in a person's voice, let alone a fully grown man. Heck, she was seeing more orange in Takeo's voice than all the kids she had ever met combined. Well, hopefully this orange overload would be just a one time thing.

Hopefully.

"Ahh...great question. The main reason you all were brought here today was so I could put you guys through a little test. Don't worry! It's nothing involving pen or paper now. It's just a little race around the training grounds. Let's go about thirty, maybe fourty laps. Light-work. Just stay around along the path and no cutting corners, alright gals and guy?"

Running.

Fourty laps.

Running.

Sure, Isami wasn't exactly the fittest if people, but if she really did stretch herself, she would be able to manage about two laps, three at the max. But ten times that amount? She would probably be found dead in a river floating towards Amegakure. And the fact that her sensei was possibly going to join them? Was he planning on getting Isami killed or something?

Keita and Momo may be more able than me when it comes to practical exams, but the amount of times we were told to run around might just kill us all. The best I can do for the team as of now is trying to think up of a strategy since I'm at such a huge disadvantage…

In her eyes, the test was probably all about preservation. It wasn't like anyone around here had limited amounts of chakra and stamina, and the Academy teachers had made it clear that a chakra-deprived ninja was a ninja with two feet in the grave already. Going into battle with all their stamina soaked up was pretty much suicide. But, if they were going to run thirty laps around such a wide area without cutting corners, how exactly would they be able to continue running? Heck, how were they even going to survive the whole ordeal?

"I have a plan."

A plan. Keita had a plan. If it was a plan that would reduce the chances of Isami falling victim to this test, then she was all ears.

"Please continue, Keita-san. I'm all ears."
Isami Suzuki

"Momo!"

Shots of black and fiery red pierced Isami's ears like speeding arrows, snapping her out of her dreamy state. As the teacher tried to regain her composure, the previously angered red had died down to a much darker colour. That was good. Although some of these colours had their positives, some negatives were still present. Isami didn't want any more of that type of bright red burning up her ears.

"Put that kunai away! You'll poke someone's eye out."

After the brunette had been scolded for her risky actions, a thick sheet of grey coated the classroom. The place had suddenly gone quiet with the exception of a few excited whispers trying to surface from the silencing grey cloud. A majority of the Genin watched on with worried looks, anticipating both the best outcomes and the worst outcomes. Isami did so as well. Having a friend or at least an acquaintance that she felt comfortable being around would be good. Isami didn't particularly hate anyone — okay, maybe there were a couple of people she would rather stay away from — but she would prefer to be in a team with someone she actually knew.

“Uhhh...Team Takeo: Momo Sakurai, Keita Ryuukaze, and Isami Suzuki! You all are to meet at Training grounds 17!”

Isami's head perked up at the mention of her name. There were others too. Momo Sakurai and Keita Ryuukaze. Sunrise streaks and oceanic mists coming together to form a team.

This was going to be interesting.


Well, this was it. Training Ground 17. Quite a… impressive area. There were hills, small waterfalls and forests that seemed to go on forever. Smiling, Isami took in a deep breath, letting the fresh breeze shake her coal-black hair.

Aqua. Light green. Those colours fit perfectly together. Rivers of green shades soaked Isami's mind, easing her nervous emotions. She felt calm, at peace. Opening her eyes, the young girl gazed up at the sky above.

"What a… lovely sound…"
@Kazure free skittles for us then

Also, who here has Skype? Some of the RPers here are in a Skype group with me, SayZun and Kaz, and it actually helps with keeping in contact with each other. That way, we'll be able to discuss certain topics and I won't be spamming this OOC like the hyperactive shit I am xD
@Ogobrogo I'm guessing Isami is allergic to dubstep then

Someone throw in a bit of Keita's voice and Rima's entire voice to calm Isami down
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