Renny

Marches of Man: a medieval RP set in 'Broacien'

I'm agreeing with Innert. While I adore magic, it only makes things far more difficult than it needs to be. If its subtle and just tricks, than it doesn't exist right?

Marches of Man: a medieval RP set in 'Broacien'

Well it is interesting. I'd like to see how you'd operate as a GM. If its the same as you are in other places. Than this should be fun.

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A free for all huh? What do the rest of you guys think?

I can switch it up. Make an announcement in a post if ya want? But I need honest thoughts on it

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Yea, he won't be overly exposed until the GMG anyway. For the most part, he'll be that background person sitting at a cafe. Looking, unusually calm, after his training. It'll be weird trying to type him out as a non angry person on the outside.

-sighs-

I'll have to work on it a bit at first lol.

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All the characters are finally gathering again ^^

I'm excited lol.

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S A B L E

The following day had been filled with traveling by Magi-car. The path taken was smooth and careful to ease the already horrendous stomachache that cramped Sable's gut. Beside him, Rush rubbed his leg to comfort him, she acquired the habit herself, for some reason having an intense urge to make him feel better. In a way it worked, if only a little, so he didn't mind it or shooed her away.

“ Traveling to Crocus is quite the stretch, Sable-Sable. I'm surprise you're still conscious with how long its been. I'm counting ten, eleven hours of straight road. Are you sure you're okay?”

The Driver's voice agreed. “ That train'n must've really toughn'd ya up, Mi'lord. The first time we rode together, you were barf'n everywhere.”

Sable used all his energy to grip the edge of the chair in front of him, lifted his chin onto it, and growled his words. “Aye, why dontcha just shut ya trap and drive. I don't won't to be reminded of my past self too early. And call me, Reign once inside Crocus. I don't want anyone hearing the name Sable.” With a push, he slouched into the seat and groaned from the pain in his stomach.

" Aye, Mi'lord."

Rush flew up onto his shoulder and begin to softly rub his forehead. A caw ruptured the silent magi-car. Mooky cleaned its feathers before flickering its still gaze towards the window then back at him. His stare looked alien as if he was trying to discern him through all the changes that had taken place.

“Think he's having a hard time recognizing me?”

Rush hummed thoughtfully before ceasing the forehead rub and floating in front of him. She stared intently for several minutes, arms crossed over her magic council uniform, a pink skirt covered her bottom. The navy blue exceed leaned her head to the side before finally saying. “ You haven't really changed much. Your hair is a bit darker and you look younger, I think that's because of your haircut though. Did the council give you that scent masking agent and magical amplifier?” she asked curiously.

Sable looked away towards the window, disdain clearly furrowing his brows. “Fuck that,” he said softly. “I didn't want the amplifier but I did take the masking agent. Dragon Slayers are sure to be at the GMG.” Though he meant it as a whole, he was thinking specifically of two. Cyn and Aiden. Those two would sniff him out if no one else would. “Wouldn – won't one of them discovering me.” He winced from a gut-wrench jump.

“ Sorry sir,” The lighthearted Driver mumbled.

Rush patted the man's leather headrest. “ Tis okay, Sable-Sable is just excited is all. His stomach is extra sensitive.”

Sable laid his head against the leather and gazed out the window. Rush was right. He was excited to crush his friends with his new strength. To discovered just what that vision meant and to unveil his plans at the GMG. It was a “fools errand” was the words of the others. But he was determined to make it happened.

The scenery whizzed by quickly and he couldn't help but feel another twist in his intestines. Just a few more hours. I can take this!

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Time sure does go by fast. I guess its time to throw Sable back into the populace. Its been awhile and now that he's trained, got his little plan together, and has decided he's ready; Its time for him to walk among his peers unnoticed.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Giichi Uzumaki, The Heir to Orange

Rolling his neck and returning the wave, Giichi stretched his arms while heading to his room near the far east of the estate. “ Hmm, right,” He nodded shortly. “Nice to see you too, Rei-chan. I was just thinking that its been awhile since I've been on a mission,” he told the two with a inherited smirk. “I guess you're the Gods answering my prayers.” he jested lightly.

Once he had returned, he wore his orange jacket, keeping it unzipped. The long-sleeves were partly unzipped as well. Underneath was a black v-neck shirt while his kunai holder, shuriken pouch rested on his thighs. With his headband tied underneath his bangs, his blonde locks became vivid against the black material.

Yamato read the mission flawlessly and looked cool in his flak jacket. He could barely believe he was going on a mission with the prodigy. Perhaps there was something to the Uzumaki Clan's luck after all. Keeping beside Rei, for he was hesitant of overstepping his boundaries with Yamato, Giichi chuckled softly at the prodigy's anger. He had never thought the legend would be so ... impatient, more or less, with the Hokage.

Even still, with Rei's enthusiasm, he had to add in his own opinion. “Your brother's a legend at the Base School. Who wouldn't be happy to be on a mission with him. Giichi laughed warmly as he watched Rei's cheerful leaping. It was good to see that she had a personality outside of school. He was much more reserved and quiet at home than he was at school. Only when the boys at the academy would invite themselves over would he have to stay talkative all day.

Still smiling, although his lips were closed, he said. “I'm pretty strong myself, Yamato-sama. Perhaps we can go at it one day. It'll be fun to see the difference between us.” He said with a glint in his eyes. Upon reaching the carts, Giichi slipped his hands from his pockets and rolled his shoulders one at a time.

“This should be fun. Hope you can keep up, Rei-chan. If not, I'll be impressing your brother instead.” With a light jog, he grabbed the rope before handing it to Rei and once she had attached it, tugged as hard as possible, and after some effort finally began to see movement. His arms seared from the exertion but once it was out, he smiled.

“Nice tugging, Rei-chan. I didn't think you had much strength in you. I hardly ever see you training at school or even trying during the drills.” He wipe the absence of sweat from his forehead. “What I'm trying to say is … you're a lot more than you give off at school. Good job.”

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Daiki Naito

Daiki ignored Doto's ramblings and settled in Aoi's room, ready to hear what she had to say. Of course, he had a few things to discuss as well, mainly the eeriness that surrounded Rijin Village. Leaning against a wall that had his side facing Aoi, Daiki crossed his arms over his chest. He shrugged his shoulders at Haruka as she exited the room to deal with Doto and Rin.

“ It's obvious something's up,” He resumed with Haruka. “ Things are … too quiet. Especially considering the Missions details. Things should be a bit livelier. I mean not even a peep or buzz in the streets. Do you think some raid happened before we got her-”

He cut himself off once he heard Aoi's voice pierce the walls. She sounded as if she was purposely doing it, as if to alert himself and Haruka. A man? Better have a damn good reason for leading us to think we were alone here.

Casually, Daiki stepped from out Aoi's room and walked up beside her. The look in the man's eyes were glazed over, cloudy. His skin pale and sagging. Daiki realized rather quickly that the man was dead but he thought it best to go along with the facade.

“Ah, Aoi, everything okay? I heard your voice all the way in the room. Who's this man?” he asked clueless and oddly, smiling. “Perhaps he can explain where everyone is. We're ninjas from Konohagakure," he explained nicely. " We're on a mission and we're looking for our client. Do you by chance know, Mistress Orajina?”

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Daiki Naito

His thoughts soon turned to a mindless silence. With Doto-kun's cheerful ramblings, Aoi's excessive antics, which to be honest brought a smile or two to his lips, and now with Rin's appearance ... it just really became a melting pot of annoyances. The whole way he lagged a bit behind the rest, his senses on alert as he took in the warm scenery. Having the time to do so and not be allowed to gnaw on the events involving himself in Yamato brought him back to his initial problem.

Is being a ninja solving other people's problems? Or is it- His thoughts came to a dark corridor. One that had no answers or further questions. It simply halted. Daiki squinted up at the painful rays of the sun before returning to the trek to Rijin Village.

When they finally arrive, rain had roamed over them. A pelting veil of gray and light mist. He ignored the others, taking notice of the emptiness in the village. Not one person was out and about, not one voice rang. The village became dreary all of asudden. He looked down a mud path, the huts lining it was dark. Where is everyone?

Once settled in his small room, Daiki placed his bags down and walked over to the bowl of steaming soup. He didn't like the feel of the place and decided it was best to play it safe. Just as he was walking out to gather the others, Aoi approached him and said to meet in her room. He stood in his door way and glanced around.

"... Right." he answered.

Before heading to her room he knocked on Doto's door and once the boy had answered said. " If you ate the soup, I want you to vomit it out. Make sure you empty your stomach," He told him dead-serious. " It could be laced with poison. Check on, Rin too. Tell her the same. Don't eat anything afterwards. Oh. And do try and be observant."

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Giichi Uzumaki, The Heir to Orange

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Giichi listened to his father talk with merriment about his envious comrades in war. His lean arms were crossed over his chest as he listened, a constant smile on his lips. The air of the estate was saturated with a warm power, one that exuded from the three residents that occupied it. The sun was brighter there, for it was built in its direction and hidden ontop of a hill that was encompassed by imported trees on both sides.

“So what did you say?” Giichi curiously asked.

“I told him he'd have to pry her from my cold dead hands. Sachi was made for me and you, Ichii-poo. No one else can have the either of you. They'd have to go through me first.”

“Ditto, pops.” Giichi rolled his neck around, his bones had grown stiff and cranky since the absence of his missions.

“That Uzumaki blood in you is boiling huh? You and your mother is so much alike.”

“Ya think?” he wondered. “I can never decide myself.”

His father stood up and calmly looked over at a duo approaching them. With a jovial smile, he observed them as they approached. “Welcome, Minamoru. I suppose you're here for my boy?”

Giichi raised a brow at the two of them. He had never met the Minamoru personally but he'd certainly heard of them. They were a new clan that had grounded themselves into The Leaf Village with ingenuity and moxie. They were just as strong as the Uzumaki Clan in that regard, at least, he thought so.

He stepped onto the wooden ledge next to his father, his blue eyes glazing over them. “They're the Minamoru Clan? Hey aren't they the ones you and mother are always meeting up with?”

Taichi whistled a slow tune before sliding open the door and stepping inside. Leaving him alone with the Prodigy and his popular, raven-haired, sister. He had seen her around the Base School, occasionally the two was forced to hang around the same people, but besides that, they didn't speak much.

“What's up?”

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

There ya go lol.