Tsubo Mibochi
D-Ranked
Bansoko[A:38]
Bandages and Cliches don't make up for love
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Post by Tsubo Mibochi on May 26, 2009 23:31:32 GMT 1
Tsubo walked into the village his headband against his hip it had the sign of the village hidden in the mist. but his was different then the others his had a gash across the symbol a reminder that he was a missing-nin a S-ranked missing nin at that. and his blazing lue eyes gave a glaze at the apssers by that said "speak to me and you die."
as he walked the villager parted like the red sea before him. people in this town knoew what a missing-nin ment. it ment that ANBU would most likly be near and that ment a figh was looming on their doorstep. his strange pale man walked with a large scroll on his back. nothing to cover his chest gave away his muscled chest and the scars along the pale moonlit skin.
And he walked...
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Post by jeviherei on May 28, 2009 22:45:19 GMT 1
The village had settled into this chilled state that she was familiar with. Light buzz of fear was mixed in within the air, it was a queer feeling. It made her heart beat faster, her blood somehow warmer and her instinct sharper. Light chill ran down her spine and she shivered lightly underneath the dark cloak and hood she wore to cover her features.
She licked her lips, the fear was like a delicacy, something sweet, something rare to be seen nowadays. She wondered what could be causing this, who could cause so much fear in this village. Her odd colored eyes searched, heading towards the very center of that fear.
She saw the glint of silver before anything else. That scar on the metal was too familiar to her and she chuckled. The human water slowly parted, fear visible among them, its tip soon reached her. However she simply continued to walk, heading towards the source of the fear instead. She wasn't planning on fighting, no. She just wanted to see who he was.
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Tsubo Mibochi
D-Ranked
Bansoko[A:38]
Bandages and Cliches don't make up for love
Posts: 6
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Post by Tsubo Mibochi on May 29, 2009 0:16:56 GMT 1
As the towns people scurried like rabbit's running to their holes from a dangous hawk. The missing-nin saw another on the other side of his parted ocean. As he looked his eyes suddenly changed and blazed a blue fury, showing the true form of the Igamigan. If anyone simply looked into his blue eyes thier minds would be instantly filled with doubt and people shouting at them, putting them down and worry, a instant schitzophrenia genjutsu thanks to his eyes.
Now walking tawards the person his eyes catching a faint smile like she was licking her lips, like tasting a succulent delight.
He stopped ten feet in front of her his head glaring at her as the full moon shown down upon the two obliously missing nin. (" how old is she? And why has she not run away? ") were the first questions in his head. as he was only about an inch taller and the female also carried two swords and did not run away. she was strange. And yet strangely attractive.
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Post by jeviherei on May 29, 2009 11:22:21 GMT 1
There was a light chill as her eyes brushed over his. His eye colors were of pale shard of ice, however in that instant, her mind troubled with doubt. Suddenly people were crowding the area, shouting. She didn't care for much about that though. What she did pay attention to were the questions that asked her; 'was it right to kill him?' 'was it right to have wiped them out?' and the likes of such.
Only when she was asked of a certain question within her mind did she realize it of a jutsu. There was no possible way she would be shaken on that matter. Once realizing that helped her to ignore all other things and those doubts that came up... well, she always had ignored them until she did it as reflex.
"Doujin-jutsu, is it?" She sighed, how troublesome. Her voice clearly depicted her opinion on the matter. She raised her pale hands as the moonlight glided over her, and drew back her hood. She smiled lazily at the other. "Hmm, will you do me a favor and stop?" Her facial expression had nothing of being startled or struggling by the jutsu. "After all, I have made it a habit to watch the eyes of the one I speak to."
Sudden breeze scattered her black velvet of hair, revealing a glimpse of a unique red eye, before she flipped it back with annoyance. As she did so, a long scar, half way around her neck to be exact, could be seen. There was no blood thirst within her nor any hostility, just curiosity. That was all that was to be gained from her behavior and her eyes in which seemed to be empty as it meet the other without any regards of its ability.
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Tsubo Mibochi
D-Ranked
Bansoko[A:38]
Bandages and Cliches don't make up for love
Posts: 6
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Post by Tsubo Mibochi on May 30, 2009 14:21:10 GMT 1
"I'm sorry. Schiztphrenic paranoia as a natural side effect of my doujin-jutsu." he said letting his eyes fade back to a lighter blue. "And why would it be that you wish to talk to me?" Tsubo was not one to beat around the bush. The female had two katana's on her back and multiple weapons handy. And when his Igamigan was activated he saw the lightness in her fingers and the surprizingly large amount o chakra in her system. she was no push-over maybe a B-A class ranked ninja was a good guess.
Not careing that she turned away from him he spoke "And where do you hail from shinobi or are you a missing nin like me?" he added as a folow up question. As to get an idea of who this strange and strong shinobi was doing out of the village so late? and if she was from konoha had they been alearted to his presence already?
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Post by jeviherei on May 31, 2009 2:37:13 GMT 1
Saia simply nodded, her odd colored eyes meeting the darker blue, still quiet light, colored eyes. It sent a light chill down her spine. She didn't know who he was, just that he was a high ranked missing. Her eyes must have looked strange to him. She didn't even try with reflecting her expression. Her eyes were just empty, dark, couldn't gain anything from it. It was guarded well, perhaps too well.
"Well, to tell the truth, I don't know the answer to the first question." Apologetic smile was on her face, however it was doubtful that she truly meant it as her empty eyes made it seem synthetic. "However for the second, no village nor lord holds me."
There was a light smile, it would have been warm if it wasn't for that unknown coldness. Although her eyes did not speak, it held that lingering chill, something ominous. There was blood within her smile, as if she had killed too many. Which, in truth, she did.
Saia kept her eye contact with the other and had on this posture that clearly did not mean harm. It was as if she was placing herself in a disadvantaged state just to show him that she didn't want a fight nor anything. After all, if she did indeed want to kill him, she would've had a 'net' ready for him. She was just curious of the other, of who he was, of his ability. It was strange how her eyes blocked it all, closed that so-called gate to heart and kept itself in darkness, there was nothing within her odd colored eyes.
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Tsubo Mibochi
D-Ranked
Bansoko[A:38]
Bandages and Cliches don't make up for love
Posts: 6
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Post by Tsubo Mibochi on Jun 1, 2009 14:54:22 GMT 1
((ooc: forgive me for missing a few days i was away from the compi due to family and work etc. i will be one daily for the rest of the week though. also sorry for the short post last time. i will do better.))
This strange female seemed to give nothing away andwith he true strangly colored eyes and yet it appeared to hold no obvious doujin-jutsu. as he had seem with his Igamigan when it was activated. Smiling a smirkish smile after hearing the answer that she did not know why she wanted to talk to him.
then upon finding she was a missing-nin like unto him he was seemingly filled with releaf. why he did not know. Maybe it was the basic idea that a Village tied some souls down when they were ment to roam, or maybe it was that she most likly had no back-up unless she was in a gang but she showed no signs of murderous nature. Maybe it was that she was strange and that he was attracted to this missing-nin with the strange eyes. But he could not tell.
"Then maybe i should intruduce myself. Tsubo Mibochi, Swordsman" he said without moving. he just stood there. As leaves from a chinese maple fell on the street. He never liked the long annoying titles that people and ninja gave themselves, he saw it as proud and stupid. a literal waste of time and thought.
then upon thinking he looked strait into her eyes ever unflinching and asked "And who may I ask are you?" he said. truely questioning who this strange, mysterious woman was. with her cloak and way with words, and the two katanas sheathed on her back.
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Post by jeviherei on Jun 13, 2009 8:49:24 GMT 1
[ooc: Sorry for the long delay~ DX]
"My own name is Saia, my family name is Yuuki." Saia claimed. She allowed a small pause before speaking the next sentence. "I'd have to say that I am more or less of an assassin rather then kunoichi." She mused with the words, tasting them as an irony copper.
It was slight, however noticeable how the other felt a light relief. Was it the fact that he didn't need to feel alerted on her attempting to capture the other? She truly didn't know the reason, only estimate that seemed reasonable. Mibochi, the name didn't sound so strange to her. She haven't heard of it much, just that he was a missing nin who was S-ranked. Same rank as her, how pleasant. Sarcasm hinted the words in which she thought.
The curiosity from the other's voice was the similar to her own; although she didn't show it. She then broke away her gaze and looked around, the deserted road allowing the two missing to be clear targets. "Perhaps we shouldn't make ourselves much of a target?" Saia waived her hand at a nearby bar or something like such. It was hard to tell, however the smell of alcohol made it its most logical choice. Intoxicated people tended not to remember stuff as clearly. Her eyes went back in lock with the other. Those blue eyes were fascinating, something strange. It seemed an outcast of its own.
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Tsubo Mibochi
D-Ranked
Bansoko[A:38]
Bandages and Cliches don't make up for love
Posts: 6
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Post by Tsubo Mibochi on Jun 19, 2009 20:25:46 GMT 1
Turning his head to the small cottage looking bar he smiled a half smile as if he knew something. like a phantom who knows something but will never tell because death as already opened it's mouth and swallowed it.
Sitting at the bar on a short stool that was crudely made he sat and said to the quivering bar tender "Ginger ale please" he was ne3ver a fan of drinking and indulging ing things that would blur his sence of revenge and judgement. And even thougth many men and women alike did drown their lives and wallets in deep clear and yellowish liquids he chose to stay away from it unless he felt safe.
As he sat in the chair/stool he used his left foot and pushed the stool next to him out for the female. hoping she would sit down. With this the bar tender grasping a knife under his apron sat the Ale on the counter-top and turned quickly away from the two.
((same here my compi gat i virus.)
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Post by jeviherei on Jul 15, 2009 16:09:51 GMT 1
Saia tilted her head and smiled lightly. Again, that look was on her face, that expression that seemed coldly blank underneath. As she made her way towards the bar, her movement reminded of soothing stream of water.
It wasn't to say that she didn't like the expression on the face of the other. In fact, she hated it for its resemblance to a certain person from her past. Yet nothing of this showed. Nothing of blood lust, nothing of anything. She was quiet with her eyes.
She sat down, nodding her head as a thank you as she sat. Light and pleasant smile was upon her face as she faced towards the trembling bar keeper. "If you don't mind," Her voice changed to a soothing tone, allowing the bar keeper to relax slightly on the grip of the knife. "I will have a cup of spiced sake."
Spiced sake did not have much alcohol to dull any senses. Actually, the spice within the sake overrode the alcohol. She wondered if the other knew. If he didn't, then she would be having an advantage.
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Tsubo Mibochi
D-Ranked
Bansoko[A:38]
Bandages and Cliches don't make up for love
Posts: 6
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Post by Tsubo Mibochi on Jul 17, 2009 2:23:03 GMT 1
Suprized at the choice of beverage he smile not knowing about the spiced sake's alcohol levels. Then turning back to the bar he said without looking at her
"What brings you to the outskirts of Konoha Saia Yuuki?" he said likeing the differance in the name it was not common as many names were become and yet it did not seem overly strange.
Then sipping his Ginger Ale he then turned to face her sitting down and pulled up his almost twenty foot long blade and began to polish it with a small cloth from inside his pocket.
"Or would you rather not talk about it?" he said slightly smirking at the idea of this young woman doing something as cold-blooded as wanting and praying to kill the living ansesters of the Hyuga clan. not to mention the Uchiha clan but from what he had heard only two seemed to be alive as of yet.
(your back!)
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Post by jeviherei on Jul 18, 2009 20:33:33 GMT 1
[ooc: Nah, I'll be gone as soon as I finish the RP. ^^"]
"Hmm..." Saia paused as the bar tender handed her a glass. She smiled at him, a disarming smile to allow the man to relax more. With a gentle grasp, she took the cup and took a sip from it. "Why do you ask? Is it so strange for a woman to visit Konoha's market place." She raised the cup, allowing the dull red liquid to be lighted by the brightening moon.
She seemed to have not recognized the sword at all as she swirled the liquid in her cup. "Although I do wonder, shall I be honest with you or not?" Taking a careful sip, she continued. "However you do owe me for revealing my face. Not many know of me nor my name." Her face went into a light pout as she sighed. "It will be a shame, to be known by the light."
With those words, the bar tender panicked. His eyes went full of fear, his face distorted and clearly revealing the emotion. Saia licked her lips lightly as the dull red liquid dripped from the cup as the result of the man hitting the bar table by a mistake. How she enjoyed that fear. Her smile frightened the man now. He trembled, fear choking his voice back down. Glistening liquid ran down his body as salty drops fell from his eyes. "How unsightly." Her lust for blood was heightened from before. She wanted to take time, for the blood to satisfy her. However she knew she had not much of choice if she wanted to keep it quiet. Her skin tingled lightly as the wires drew out. Those slithering snakes in which blended in with the light to be invisible. The coldness made her shiver as she flickered it. How easy it was to kill the man. Blood did not splatter as the wires tightened and sliced. It was naught but for a moment in which the man's limbs fell dully to the ground, blood pooling from it. No sound had escaped, no blood was splattered. It was a neat kill. She sighed as she took another sip of the dull red drink.
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