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 Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 3:01 pm
Keskel raised an eyebrow. Sure he wasn't full grown, but he wasn't one of the wispy speed specialists that came out of some ninja families. Whatever. "Yes, that's me. Velon Keskel."
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 3:46 pm
Coming back from the cemetery was Shin. He strolled into the headquarters with his dread-locks tied up to a tail but he then untied the band that held the locks together causing them to drape on his shoulders and a few of the locks falling over his face. He had just came back from Masa's funereal. Shin scanned the room and saw Forza, Westly , Tougura, and an unfamiliar face. "Uh..." was all Shin could say at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 4:13 pm
Westly's projected image vanished. His dust-covered body yawned, stretched, and kicked up. He shook himself off. Westly grinned wickedly. "Busy day today. Better busy than boring!"
Westly turned around, taking in those present. "Tougura, I'll prep something even better for you. Keskel, I'd like to remind you that Manndar is probably scrawny by Forza's standards, so don't worry too much. Yamado... I was going to offer my services as a med-nin to detox you quickly, but you're entirely too... several blocks away by now. Forza, please don't kill and/or maim any new recruits. Again."
Westly's grin widened. "I'll be back in a bit." He dropped a mist bead on the ground, and was gone before anyone saw where he went.
I love being a ninja sometimes... he thought as he bounded away across the rooftops.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 5:44 am
There was a knock at the door of the DDB base. A figure stood on the other side, wearing a cloak with a hood. The hood was pulled up, and hung over the figure's face just enough to cover his eyes. There was another knock as the figure stood there, making sure that everything was in order. Strapped to the figure's back was a large paint brush that the leader of the DDB's might have found to be very familiar.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 10:28 pm
Forza returned to his home and dojo with a concerned look on his face. His little gang was turning out to be something quite greater than he had expected. Once there, he recognized the brush strapped to the young man's back. Since they were custom made overseas, Forza knew that this was no coincidence... That was one of his brushes.
Forza approached the nin with a gleeful smile plastered over his face. He had a damn good idea who was under that hood, and seeing that old brush only brought back more fine memories.
"I take it you found what you were looking during your travels?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 11:36 am
Turning, Shuji pulled the hood down and looked at Forza. He took the brush from his back, and held it out to the leader of the Deathblows. He smiled some, trying to think of what to say.
"I guess you could say that," Shuji answered. "I mean, I certainly hope so. I figured you might like this back," he added, shaking the paint brush.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 5:05 pm
Anata wa watashi ga zutto mae ni "sayounara" to yutta hito wo omoidasaseru.
*some odd hours later*
The door slammed behind Tougura as he left the, now sparkling, delinquent deathblow behind. It seemed that the boy, though an experienced shinobi, was still just that. He couldn't just sit around and wait while his comrades had all the fun in this newly-arisen conflict. Not even cleaning that slum of a base had occupied his time for very long. The time for action, as his thought process was putting it, was now.
You remind me of someone I said goodbye to a long time ago.
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