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Hey, @Asura, @reflection @bladex, would you three mind trading scroll challenges with my team? We were going to Lightning, but, uh, Ic that seems to be a bad decision. You guys have water if I'm not wrong.


I'm the guy running Lightning, so I can't.

Jaakuna Aka
Location - Konoha Kage Booth / Interaction - @Odin

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Long time no see Konoha. Well, not really see. See, the real Jaakuna was dealing with his issues, but on the flip side there was his clones. This one in particular will be called Jaakuna, simply because why not. A simple disguise, a fox mask, somewhat formal arrangements in clothing, and a beard. Real life Jaakuna never grew a beard, so the clone transformed one on. He didn't even look like the sage at first glance, and by now those who really knew him where either A) dead, or B) unlikely to suspect he was a live. So began Operation: Grey Fox.

The clone didn't find it too hard to find the gathering point. First off because it was always obvious, and secondly, or maybe even thirdly, it was at the best place to view the challenges. The clone approached the door guard, all smiles and nodding. "Hello there." He said, adding a little wave for emphasis. The odd quirks he just couldn't shake.
"Do I know you?" The guard asked, adjusting his headband.
"Oh, I'm Tatsu Aka. Son of the honorable Jaakuna Aka." He lied. Using his own son as a disguise, how low. But, he doubted Tatsu was well known appearance-wise, as that son had given up on the ninja life long before Jaakuna met his death. Probably a shop keeper.
"Ah, of course, Mr. Aka!" the guard smiled. "I see you grew a beard. I heard you and your mother where away due to some disturbance at your father's grave."
"Oh, nothing serious. Turns out it was just a lightning storm." Jaakuna laughed, keeping up his lie. "But, I was hoping to view the games with the Hokage. He and my father got along rather well at one point, and I feel he'd be put at ease knowing the incident at the gravesite was nothing to worry about."
"Of course, I'll let him know, but he's giving the speech right now." The guard smiled and nodded, before opening the door wide. Jaakuna gave him a bow, and stepped into the room. Plopping down onto one of the elaborate seats with a sigh.

And then he paused, realizing that he wasn't alone. His gaze drifted to his right, looking over to that strange lady. She looked rather lovely, remind him almost distinctly of his fourth wife. But, he knew from a glance who she was. A kaguya. The forehead marks alone where a dead give away to shinobi who had fought in the last war.
"Ah, hello there." He smiled, bowing a little more than usual. "See, it's not the wine you want, but the fruit." He said, gesturing to the table before them. This gesture specifically resting on a bowl of strawberries. Plucking one from the bowl, he tossed it right into his mouth. He paused to chew, juices filling his mouth, and then swallowed it down. Leafy stem and all. "Hmmm, better than I remember."


Bumu Aka
Location - Konoha Arena / Interaction - @BladeX+@Asura

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BOOM! Glassy shards zipped over Bumu's head as she ducked, feeling it brush her hair before vanishing. Normally the fox would run as soon as anybody showed hostility, but as he was about to jump away, running from Kaba, she slipped on a puddle, and hit the ground. Having to listen to the hokage's speech from the floor as he tried to wipe out his clothing. Eesh, what boozo spilled beer onto the ground!? Wrinkling his snout, he stood up, just in time for his near first kill of the day to catch up. Only to be immediatly roped into being on Kaba's team. If not for the fact that she had almost gotten him killed, she'd have protested more.

"No lightning." Bumu said, hands on his hips. "You want red chunky sauce? That's how you get pasta sauce. I'm an explosive expert, and lightning sets off my bombs like you would not believe." Bumu explained, never meeting Kaba's eyes. Since Bumu seemed to always be squinting. "And... I may or may not know a third for our team. I just hope they ate breakfast."


Kurin Senju
Location - Konoha Arena / Interaction - @Syn

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"Alright, so... Shizuka..." Kurin was mostly all frowns. He'd pretty much ditched the red necks and their obsession with Hime, since he had over all things an obligation to find the best team to work with. Not because he aimed to win, but because Kurin tended to play defensively, and needed a strong offense that could work around his techniques. And he knew who Shizuka was as a person, and the Iwa team tended to not inspire that much confidence.

Kurin stood in front of Shizuka, having made his way over to him as soon as team shuffling had begun. "You and I should form a team. With my wood techniques, and your wind techniques, we'll be able to control the enviorment in a way that'll make the upcoming challenge an easy win." Kurin kept it simple, mostly because he knew Shizuka liked it easy, and like a spring breeze was easily distracted. "So, what do you say? Team? We'll easily find a third and fourth.
Made up a new character, one Lyfe might enjoy for story reasons.

@Odin I like your Amegakure leader so far. If there is one thing I'm curious about, it's the statue. You seem to imply that it inspires and weakens the moral of others. Like the weakening of moral is an absolute, and an ability rather than just because it's there.

Because the current mod discussion is if you mean it's physical presence is just scary and can make people lose moral, or if it actually forces a drop in moral.
Character page has been updated.
Bumu Aka
interacting with @BladeX
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"So, if I buy the chicken... Then I get the noodles half price, right?"
"Look, miss, for the last time, it's buy any item, and you get half price on a second cheaper item."
"But what if I only want the chicken?"
"Full Price."
"Well what if I only want the noodles."
"Full Price."
"But you said the noodles where half off."
"Kid, you'd making me sad. If I give you the noodles half off, will you promise to stop asking this every time I offer this promotion?"
"Deal."
"Of course you do. You'll do this again a year from now..."
"Like always Greasy Shiro!"

Bumu Aka, though nobody really brought up the last name, was quite pleased with his noodles. The fox boy slurping down thick broth-y noodles, letting them smack his nose when he pulled back. Sitting on top of the Konoha watertower, she looked down from the village from above. Sluuuuuurp... SLUUUUURP! THWACK! Simple as that. In the distance Bumu could make out the gathering of ninja, and if he still had her fox ears he'd have perked them up in curiosity. Either way, his ears did twitch. Hmmm, wonder what's that.
"You gonna go down there?" A pleasant voice inquired, sitting next to Bumu.
"What's going on, mother?" Bumu replied, glancing to her side. There, was a beautiful golden fox, lovely to the eyes and graceful on all fours. "I mean, it's not that important right."
"Weird, I thought you where invited to participate in the exams to earn the title of Jounin."
"WAIT! That's today!?" Bumu had to cover his nose to stop noodle juices from spraying out. "I thought that was tomorrow! Oh Chicken Feathers!" Swearing to herself and at least three seperate deities, he jumped down from the watertower. An explosive tag fluttered past mother fox's snout, and she blew it away.
"What a scatterbrain."

Bumu reached the exams in record time, only destroying a fruit cart on the way over. Not her fault it was a terrible trampoline. Either way, the explosives expert ninja landed at the back of the crowd, scattering explosive tags as he landed. "Oops! Sorry!" He shouted, jumping around and snatching the brightly marked tags and stuffing them back into her coat. "Really sorry, but I haven't lit them yet!" He shouted, pushing aside a iwa shinobi was was trying to get a good look at the brightly colored explosive. A ninja shoved her back, bouncing the fox off a wall. Another poof as she lost her grip on the tags, one igniting suddenly. Snatching it up quickly, Bumu snuffed the flames out quickly.
"Watch where you're going, idiot." One shinobi scowled, frowning and adjusting her headband. She was taller than Bumu, clearly used to pulling her weight. "Now, apologize for being a clutz."
"Sorry! Take this as an apology present!" Bumu said, taking a step back and place a kunai into the ninja's hand. "There, that'll make things good, right?" Bumu asked, giving his best puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, but I better not see you during the exams. Or you're dead, mutt."
"Gotcha, gotcha." Bumu muttered, felling a little clipped by the whole event.

Sighing softly, Bumu took out her tags, counting them quickly. "50... 51... 52.. 5- Wait..." He was missing one. His eyes drifted over the crowd, nose sniffing the air. Wait... There it was, the smell of gunpowder! THERE! Right under... Kaba Joukaku's shoe. Bumu didn't really know the barrier ninja, besides the odd moment the teams got shuffled up to work on their differences. BUT, at least there wasn't any animosity.
"Buddy, pal! Kaba! Please lift your foot before you explode into gooey bits of blood and guts." Bumu whispered softly, moving in closer to the black ninja. "And don't scream, that's rude."

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Kurin Senju
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Eesh, Iwa Delinquents... The senju shinobi couldn't help but sigh, because while the leaf was on good terms with Iwa, it felt... Weird at times. Especially considering how utterly lax the rock village was in terms of who could become a ninja. Especially somebody who seemed to drink beer like a pro. Is there no self respect? Putting ones best foot forward?
"She should save it for the arena then." Kurin muttered, looking at Hime. The ice ninja was nice, but he couldn't help but wonder if she ever really understood what was going on around her. Especially regarding how utterly flirtaious the drunken girl was getting. "Look, thi-" He began to go off on a lecture, only to stop. Another girl, blonde haired approached him. Rumia and Kyoka, huh? Well, they defiantly looked like an odd pair, so he could buy them being cousins. "Look, miss, in all due respect, you and your cousin should not be drinking before an exam. It's not proper." He sighed, pulling his arm away from Kyoka's grip. She was cute, but unfortunately for the blonde girl, he was rather business first. "Maybe after the exams though." He smiled softly. "I'll take you to a fine ramen store for victory noodles." It seemed to improper to offer otherwise.

And yet, it seemed everybody was gathering. Even Shizuka of all people showed up. Caught up in his breakfast apparently. Konoha's resident class president couldn't help but sigh, clapping his hands together. From the ground sprouted a bin, perfectly in size and shape for a trashcan. The strudel got a well deserved funeral, as the first thing to be dumped into it.
"Shizuka, please calm down in front of guests from Iwagakure." He sighed loudly, hands on his hips. "This is Rumia and Kyoka, they're shinobi from the earth village. And that's Hime..." He said, gesturing to the village airhead. "I know you're light headed, but please... Try to re-"

In a flash though, he saw Rumia begin to dig around. His hand reached out, and caught the bottle right out of the air as it fell dangerously close to the ground. Eesh, now he could add littering to the amount of things she was doing all wrong... Guess he couldn't change her mind though. Those Iwa ninjas had to find their own paths in life.
"Well, I guess we should focus on the exams then." He sighed, barely shaken by this whole ordeal. So, tossing the bottle into a trashcan, he turned his attention to the cousin.
"But, I didn't introduce myself yet. I'm Kurin." He said, bowing to Kyoka. "It'll be a pleasure fighting alongside, or against you in future days."
Since everyone has been making more characters,

Are there many Uchiha yet? HEH. XD


Only 2 Uchiha so far. Date Uchiha, and Kyo.
I'm back, and the Fox Sage lives again!

Also a new character.

Jaakuna Aka
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Nothing… Nothing… Nothing… Nothing. Nothing matters at all. Until a spark, a touch. What is that? A hand? No, hands are soft. This is soft too, but in a rough way. Too many hands? No, cold. Like dirt. Uncaring dirt. Why dirt? Suddenly, pain! Why pain!? It’s the dirt! It’s crushing! It’s uncomfortable! Climb out of the dirt! Hands scrapped the earth, pulling it aside. Digging. Up? Must be up! Just dig! Crawling, climb! Can’t breath! Need air!

The cockroach was lucky to have been watching. Had he been there when a claw broke the surface of the dirt, he’d be dead. A hand, long clawed like fingernails bursting out. Waving at the air, slashing and twisting! A head came next, air rushing into his lungs, eyes wide and full of fire. Dirt rolled from his hair, clung to his skin as if to hold the body down. Begging him to return to his grave. But he was blind, deaf, dead to world except for that sensation of touch. A hand pressed against his chest, feeling the air rush into his lungs.

Alive! What happened last? Seijuro! A killing blow, but it was mutual. A blade in his chest, life dripping between his fingers. And yet, he was here. Where was here? Did they bury him? Ha, what a prank that would be. Walking into Konoha after being declared dead. The fox sage al- Wait… Sight was returning. His ears drumming as sound drifted in.
“So you’re awake now?” That voice seemed excited.
”I am, but what did I awake to?” Jaakuna Aka whispered softly, eyes drifting around the cave. His insides in agony for just a moment before he leaned forward, and vomited. A thick liquid splashed to the ground, and his nose returned just in time to catch the scent. Embalming. He was dead, they’d preserved his body… Gross.

NOW
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Two hours ago… That was how long it took to get dressed. That and catch up on modern times. The cockroach kept it simple. Twenty years, dug up and given life again for a reason. The big concern had been food, as Jaakuna had managed to eat at least two whole hams. Coming back to life did a number on the body. As he pulled the meat from his third ham bone, the fox sage had neared his destination. Konoha, the outskirts anyway. He went off the main roads, couldn’t draw attention. Orders not to. And for some reason, he couldn’t say no. Being undead did that to you, most likely.

Jaakuna landed on a sturdy branch, feeling the wood thud under his touch. ”Should have known.” Jaakuna frowned, eyes focused on his benefactor. The man responsible for his second life. ”Was hell to lax in security when it came to Seijuro Nandate? Or was ripping out your heart too lax on my part?”
KURIN SENJU
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Eight AM, on the dot and ready. About two hours before anybody was even expected to show up… Mind you, setting an example is hard to do. But as Kurin Senju had already woken up at seven AM, brushed his hair, and gotten all dressed, he might as well show up early. 
“I’ll be back, stop fretting grandmother.” Kurin muttered, standing at the doorway to the Senju household. Before him, blocking the way was his grandmother, if that wasn’t obvious. She was half his size, skinny and covered in more wrinkles than leopards have spots. But, not even Kurin, sturdy as an oak tree, was in her strength category. He’d seen the photos, one in particular of her as a pretty young lady suplexing a bear. Though her claims of having wrestled with one of the Raikage’s was probably the breaking point on realism. 
"Kurin, your Grandfather and I know this is important to you.” Grandmother began. “BUT! You are my grandson, and my lovely son’s son! So, if you get a scratch on those cheeks, or if you get a scar, or ANYTHING ELSE! I will never forgive you, or the ninja who did it to you!” That old woman was a viper, and the way she pointed a finger right in Kurin’s face made it clear… That was a promise. 
“Yes Grandmother.” Kurin sighed, and leaned in to give his grandmother a kiss on the cheek. “Now, may I leave? I need to be early to help set an example.”

So, Kurin stood there at the head of the crowd. 
"Greetings, and welcome to Konoha!” He grinned from ear to ear, giving a bow to each of the stone ninja. Some older. Most older, and the rare one or two that may have been younger. But otherwise, the was Kurin setting an example.
“Seriously Kurin, so busy?” A speaker said, announcing their presence behind the senju. He turned, and couldn’t help but smile softly. There was Chiyo, one of the students in the grade higher. Nice enough girl, pleasant, smart, and always in need of help with directions. Well, you can’t be the best in everything.
“What can I say, a strong greeting can foster great relationships!” Kurin declared, patting his chest proudly. “After all, this is why Konoha hosts these events. A display of trust and strength between our villages. After all, a strong understandin-” He paused mid speech, eyes having drifted across the crowd. And he noticed something very… Very unbecoming.
Chiyo followed Kurin’s gaze, and sighed softly. “I see you finally noticed her. I didn’t even think alchohol was allowed at these events.”
“They’re not…” Kurin muttered, eyes narrowed as he walked through the crowd. Slipping past fellow chunnin, all watching the Hokage the best they could. Eventually, Kurin stood next to Rumia, the obvious stand out amongst the professional crowd. Oh, and there was Hime! But Kurin had a mission.

"Excuse me, miss.” Kurin said, giving a tiny bow to the unsophisticated lady. “I should inform you that alcohol can be disruptive at gatherings, and as former captain of the student body at Konoha academy, it is my duty to make sure you stop, and maintain a formal composure.” Hands crossed behind his back, making him the very model of the reasonable authority figure he so aimed to invoke. 

After all, what else does one say to a possibly drunk ninja?
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