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Post by Demiyah Akiyama on Aug 1, 2014 12:14:53 GMT -7
Drip, drip, drip...
Demiyah stared at the training post, her eyes resting on Sora's bloody form, the arrow through his heart, that smile on his lips. She was growing numb to this emotional trauma, the constant reminder of her deceased friends fate haunting her wherever she turned. The last few days had been difficult, but after the situation with Karen and Shin, she was working on it. It was getting easier to tell what was reality and what was just a figment of her imagination. Kazama's doujutsu had effected her mind so deeply that she slipped up from time to time, using her rage against her own rather than the hallucinations that seemed to lurk in every shadow.
The half-blind Kazekage's gaze trailed down to the ground, taking note that there was no blood below the post. When she brought her gaze up once more, the vision was gone, though she found that her nails had dug into the palm of her hand. Blood welled from the minor wound, dripping toward the ground. This was the only way to keep the ghosts away. The pain pulled her from the depths of her mind that formed the visions, locking them away, if only for a short period of time. Blinking slowly, Demiyah let out a slow breath, grateful that Sora was gone. The only reason he seemed to come back the most because of Demiyah's own guilt over being the one to have murdered him. That was the only reason that Kazama had been able to use her greatest fear against her like this. It caused her so much guilt to see all the faces of those that she had killed, and even the ones she never got to see. The people in Amegakure she was sure died when the building collapsed.
Her bloodied hand trembling, she reached slowly for her bow, pulling out a single arrow and loading it against the bow string rather slowly. Lifting her arms, she aimed at the very center of the training post where she'd posted up a target earlier. Letting the arrow go, it whizzed through the air, lodging itself into the bullseye of the target. Not even a split second later, Demiyah had let a second arrow loose, shredding right through the center of the first. Sighing heavily, she took quite a few steps back, starting the same routine, but putting more distance between her and the target each time she grabbed another arrow. After she'd backed up quite a few times, she walked right back up to the target, noting that each arrow had been split by the one after it, leaving the very last arrow perfectly in tact.
"I guess I still have my skill," she muttered, closing her eyes for a moment before she pulled the ruined arrows from the target, saving the good one and putting it back into her quiver. She turned her head when she heard a low groan, noting one of the ghosts she saw quite often as of late, though her mind was too foggy to recall the mans name. Squeezing her eyes shut, she growled out, "Leave me alone..."
Turning slowly, she let her gaze rest on the entrance to the training ground, noting that there was no one there. However, she had a different feeling than the one she usually got when a ghost decided to come around. "Curse my mind..." | |
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Post by Keiji Toshiro on Aug 1, 2014 15:34:34 GMT -7
Damn Machiru! 
Keiji was running on the streets next to the training post, covered in a bed sheet and holding a pillow to his chest. An odd look to say the least. He was dressed in his usual white pajamas and had a line of blood running on the middle of his shirt as he got wounded climbing up a fence. Blackness around his eyes as if he hadn't slept for years, eagerness to find a good way to take a nap and the fire in his heart to do so. And there was a strange thing about his looks. He appeared way more younger then he was, reason for which people always confused him with a Genin or somebody's kid. He was actually nineteen by now... i guess it has something to do with the lack of facial hair.The boy finally arrived at the entrance to the training post but he was too busy checking if anybody was inside. No. That would be wrong, he wouldn't care less. Usually people ignore the ones that sleep on the street so no one ever bothered to wake him up. With his back at the entrance he walked inside slowly checking left and right if Machiru was able to follow. "Damn him..." . Lately there's been a lot of activity in Suna and Toshiro's lazy days were over, yet he still tried to keep them alive.
Without glancing or even noticing Demiyah he crawled into a corner resting the pillow on the wall and covered himself fully in the bedsheets trying to take a nap. There it was, the comfort of his pillow "mhmm" he started to groan as his dreams would soon swallow him and he could finally rest but... there was commotion inside the post. Somebody was training but he tried to pay no mind to it. TRIED. It didn't take long for him to realize that he made a bad choice when it came to places to slack off. Keiji raised to his feet letting the sheet and pillow drop dead on the floor as he was rubbing his eyes. At the same time he was scratching his belly with the other hand and using his left leg to scratch the other. He'd leave no member go to waste.Adding that to the fact that he wore pajamas with a blood streak in the middle of his clothes you could say he looked like a ghost "Stop please, you're disturbing my slumber" he muttered at the people inside the training post. He couldn't see well, his eyes still watery from all the yawning yet as he stopped rubbing his eyes he could see a silhouette in the distance.
Huh?...
Keiji froze in place staring intently at Demiyah too shocked to react. He had the same tired expression he had when he entered the training post. He wouldn't move a muscle and the way his legs and arms froze made him look like some kind of clown in pajamas. "K-k-k..." the words wouldn't leave his mouth for now, this must've been the worst possible way to present yourself to the Kage of your village. "Kazekage-sama?..." When it did come out it was mostly a question, still not realizing what was happening. This was the least likely person he would meet in a situation like this, but it did happen.
"Ah, phony bottoms..." he cursed behind his breah, getting his composure back and lowering his head a little. The problem was that whenever he tried to maintain a serious look he looked as if he was going to murder you or had plans with you. "Ohayoo" he exclaimed, loud enough for anybody in the post to hear as he raised his hand for salute with a forced smile.
A boy with a bloodstreak on his shirt dressed fully in pijamas, acting casual and smiling... an odd sight indeed. |
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Post by Shion on Aug 3, 2014 0:27:28 GMT -7
but i'm sure you'll be fine  Though she was a Chuunin now, Shion knew she was still weak. She had no physical strength whatsoever, and that was worrying, as she couldn't rely on illusions and long range attacks forever. She definitely didn't want to be a liability to her team, and she was more than aware of the fact that she was representing her Kazekage in a way.
All in all, like she had said in the very beginning, she was weak. In all honesty, she wasn't quite sure how she even passed the Chuunin Exams, but she had, and for that she was relieved. But she definitely needed to train train train! Bothering the Kazekage, her team's "sensei," hadn't seemed like a very good idea though. Easily intimidated, Demiyah's prestigious family name had sparked her inferiority complex, and she had been hesitant to approach despite the fact she probably could've. Then there was the fact that she was the Kazekage of all people, and that scared her more. She knew the Kazekage was probably very busy, and she didn't want to be a bother. She was only a mere Chuunin anyway, what she did wasn't very important, especially to someone with a rank as high as Kage.
As such, she had decided to do some training on her own, and she'd headed to the training posts to practice her Taijutsu. She usually tried to keep her training at home, where it could be done in secret but... There was little she could kick or strike back at her tiny apartment, and it would make for a rather cramped training session. Rounding the corner to the posts, the teen was met with the sight of... the flaming-haired Kazekage, as well as a strange looking.... albino... person..?
...Intimidating...
W-well.... She didn't have to do her Taijutsu training today right? She could always just go home and work on something else... A loud but forced greeting seemed only to reinforce her plan. It would be rude to just walk away without a greeting but... The two made a rather frightening pair. She slowly inched back towards the corner she had just rounded. Hopefully nobody would notice her...? CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Demiyah Akiyama on Aug 8, 2014 13:18:23 GMT -7
The ghost spoke. It spoke. They hardly spoke anymore. But something caught her attention. Now that she looked at him, he really wasn't one of the ghosts. He was one of her shinobi. How did she mistake him for a ghost? Did he just look so similar to someone she'd killed, or was it the blood streak down the middle of his pajamas? Wait. Why was he wearing pajamas? Her normal demeanor returned for a moment, looking rather stern as she watched him with a suspicious expression. "May I ask why you're wearing pajamas in the middle of the day?" she asked lightly. Then something clicked. The blood on his shirt.
An arrow was loaded into her bow and she had it trained on him in a split second, moving so fast that it was hard to follow her movements. Especially with a burst of swift chakra fueling her muscles. "And who the hell did you hurt in my village, kid?" she snapped at him, ready to take a few steps forward. It was then she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, turning her head to see what it was. Her train of thought not forgotten, a small smile formed on her features.
Always a ray of sunshine in Demiyah's life, Shion was slowly backing away. Glancing back to Keiji, she very slowly lowered her bow, replacing her arrow back. She might as well give him a chance to explain before jumping to conclusions. "You're not off the hook yet, Keiji Toshiro," she noted calmly, thankful that she'd spent the time memorizing all of her shinobi's names. "Shion-san! Come over and see me. I want to talk to you about something, if you don't mind," she noted before bringing her gaze back to Keiji.
"Now, Keiji. Spill it. Why the hell is their blood on your shirt? What happened, and don't make me call the ANBU. I'm sure they're just dying for some work to do," she threatened calmly, her gaze darting around the field. Sora was back against the training post once more, the arrow that had killed him all those years ago holding his ghostly form against the large wood pillar. She sighed and gritted her teeth, trying to keep her mind clear. Kazama would surely feel agony one of these days, but only after she'd fully recovered. And after she dealt with this jounin who looked more than a little guilty to her.
She couldn't help but keep glancing toward Shion, waiting for the younger woman to join her at her side. Once she dealt with this, Shion would likely hold much of her teacher's attention, unless Keiji could work himself out of the hole he'd dug himself. Then maybe she'd be able to train puppeteer against puppeteer, knowing that Demiyah herself couldn't properly train Shion in her chosen art. | |
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