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6 yrs ago
Current Boy, you're like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point.
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6 yrs ago
I think I should write a pithy roleplay about how an expenditure of effort does not entitle you to your perception of an equivalent reward. Anyone know someone who'd be interested?
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7 yrs ago
Okay, let's be honest for a second here, if we stop the status bar from being edgy angst land it really doesn't have anything going for it except sheer autism.
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7 yrs ago
Does anyone know where you can get a white trilby embroidered with threatening messages? Asking for a friend.
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7 yrs ago
My genius truly knows no bounds. Only an intellect as glorious as mine can possibly G3T K1D.
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The few shafts of light that had deigned to fall upon the beautiful and cruel creature that emerged from the gate would suddenly dim slightly, giving the glow that they created a much more icy and cruel look, as if something good and pure had been twisted to a darker self. The clouds thickened, and the snow that made up Axel’s periphery thickened to become an inescapable wall, as if terror and the darkness of night had been made manifest to keep him in the spot he had uncovered. Whether or not he noticed the switch with the lovely creature in front of him occupying his attention was very much up for debate, but the signs were there for one who knew to look for them. Unfortunately, most of the people who knew to look for these specific signs died a very long, long time ago.

From the snow, a darker and more ethereal - though still very firmly in the opaque and solid - figure began to pace forwards. The movements were deliberate and delicate, but carried within them a firmness and authority that could not be denied, a power that leaked into the very air that Axel would very soon be breathing in. It was the start of a series of events that would lead Axel to whatever destiny the grand design had chosen for him to walk - a series of events that he would play a role in shaping, for better or for worse. At any rate, the power that could be felt in the air was likely stronger than anything he had ever experienced in his life.

“Mortals have not coveted anything differently from our time, my sweet… They have simply become more demanding about it, and we should leverage out our considerable power carefully to avoid letting them get so… Arrogant. Mortals must pay a steep price to learn the secrets we keep, must they not? Perhaps his price was already paid when he freed you… Yes, such a deed must be rewarded. You have done more than you know, my little insect.”

The voice was cold, but not in the same way that the icy creature’s voice was - this voice was darker, more cunning, and its chill reeked only of death. The only remotely similar tone was that of overwhelming superiority, in all of its coldness, and while the two were very distinct, there was an element of familiarity that could not be denied. It was clear that the two had known of one another in the past, but whether or not they knew each other… Well, that was up to Axel to decide: his first choice of many.
I can't make any guarantees if you come out with stuff like that, haha :P
Anybody who knows what a link looks like?
Taking advantage of the distraction, Sagralia threw Chu waaaay out of the Arena. Faintly, in the distance, "Team Ninja is blasting off agaaaaaaaaaaain!" could be heard.
Kami Rinha.

That one name kept buzzing around Shira's mind as she went about her tasks for the day - first it had been moving the apples, and then someone had asked her to help find their cat, and then she'd been asked to escort an elderly woman to the store and back. It was almost impossible for Shira to say no to anybody with more authority than her, and even though she'd always been asked pleasantly and as politely as possible, there was still an unmistakeable aura of authority for one who was trained to look for it. Most people obeyed out of respect for social decorum, or, more accurately, out of fear of committing a faux pas - it was a minor fear, something easily rationalised and shaken off, but the world was designed to make people care about what others thought. Sai's regime and the surrounding war had seen to varying cultures' destruction, and to the remodelling of those that had managed to remain, and after such a short period of time it was completely unreasonable to expect that any of them had really begun to truly recover. That was simply the way things went with the art of War - and it was the main reason that Shira had been brought up to act independently of cultures. It may not have mattered so much in the current era, where war was more of a rarity than the antiquity from which the Hataga originated, but it was still bred into them as if it still had meaning. Times may have changed, but war did not - and just as war remains constant, so too do the Hataga.

After helping those three people out, Shira had opted to get breakfast - she could not simply return to Bujin and ask him to make her the Okonomiyaki that she normally ate in a morning, so she elected to travel to Ramen Ichikaru in order to eat. For the first time since the war, Shira would not eat Okonomiyaki in a morning - Ramen was the most popular dish, and Shira would find out why for herself, with her own initiative. Setting Unmei no Chikara aside as she sat down to order, she called over the bartender and asked for the most popular Ramen dish that the shop served, paid, and waited for it to arrive. By the time it had done so, Shira had already prepared a mental checklist for the tasks that she was to prepare for during the course of the day - her Sensei and her compatriots, if any, would probably ask several things of her as soon as they learned of her obedient nature. That was something to be prepared for. She would likely be called upon by others while she wasn't with any of her fellows, as Konohagakure was still rebuilding, and she was to prepare herself for that happening. Initially, Shira struggled to think of other possibilities, but just as she was beginning to wrack her brain for more information, her food arrived. With a nod, a bow, and a proclamation of thanks, Shira set upon the task of eating her Ramen in such a fashion that she could use as much excess time as possible and savour the relatively new experience simultaneously - fortunately, both tasks seemed to lend themselves well to copious amounts of time being spent, so Shira took it upon herself to eat as slowly and thoughtfully as possible. A few strange looks were shot at her, given that most of the customers at Ramen Ichikaru were seen slurping noodles down as quickly as they could, but it was not in Shira's nature to care what others thought of her.

After finishing her noodles, Shira stretched out, thanked the proprietor again for the meal, hefted Unmei no Chikara onto her back, and left the establishment to head to Amaguriama, a local sweet shop that specialised in Chestnut-based delicacies. The reason for choosing Amaguriama had reasons twofold - as so many things do - it was where Shira's sensei had asked to meet her, and it was also another new experience. Becoming a Genin proper seemed to warrant the trial of as many new experiences as possible, as it was a new experience in of itself, and Shira secretly enjoyed the freedom of her tasks - just a little. It was daring, to stray from an organised routine, and though Shira loved the comfort that routine provided, the metaphorical return to her roots was exciting in its own way, too. It gave her a taste of the freedom she had once loved, and while she could not appreciate it nearly as much as she could in the past, she could still savour the smallest taste as if it were a great delicacy - but the taste was brief, as all too many things were, and it was quickly back to the default for Shira. It didn't take Shira long to pick out her new Sensei, given that she'd received a picture, and upon seeing Kami Shira rushed up to her in a... Less than elegant fashion, and bowed immediately.

"Sensei! Hataga, Shira, reporting for duty, Kami-san!"

Meeting Shira for the first time when she considered you to be an authority figure was often a bit much - and Shira was sure that Kami would be no exception to this rule. Still, time would tell if Kami and Shira would get along well.
I feel like having one Medi-nin on as many teams as possible is a smarter option. People are going to get hurt, after all, and not having a medic on one's team could end badly.
double posts OP
I'm GMT. I'm not sure we'd be that good a fit.
I was supposed to be, but things got shifted to make the Medi-nin on one squad IIRC?

I don't personally see the sense on putting all of the medical ninja on a single squad, but I'll not argue against the grand design.

ALSO PAUL GET ON FACEBOOK HOE
Okay, so. My internet at home has been cut off for the past few days and this is the first chance I've had to actually say something.

The internet won't be back for another... 2-3 days, I'd guess, so Innue can godmod my stuff if necessary.

Best of luck to you, and my condolences, Prince. :(
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