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Post by Surreal on Jun 22, 2005 10:59:27 GMT -5
Seitheach
I choose to pay little attention to the ex-prisoner now, and walk close to the entrance of room. From there, I press myself against the right wall, my sword ready.
If the person strutting around out there is armed and ready, I'll be ready.
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Post by Flak on Jun 22, 2005 15:44:10 GMT -5
Seitheach and Roiyaru
The front door blows open, as by a draft of wind.
Then a voice comes from the back of the barn, from next to Roiyaru.
"You're both idiots, and slow, aren't you?" As you turn, you see a figure in black cotton fighting garb standing with a knife at Roiyaru's kneck. "Oh well. I'll just throw you both into that cell. I knew foreigners couldn't be trusted." Seitheach recognizes him as one of his new companions, and Roiyaru sees him as a close relative -clothing wise- of the ninja who took you outside of the barracks.
"I only want you for interrogation, samurai," the ninja says, smiling. "I'm a bit disappointed really. I expected more of a fighter. You came so easily."
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Post by Surreal on Jun 22, 2005 23:47:22 GMT -5
Seitheach
Oh. Great.
"You....bastard. I knew this place was full of dogs like you. Fight me. He's got no weapon, you coward"
With a loud cry I raise my blade over my head and charge at him.
Have at thee.
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Post by Flak on Jun 22, 2005 23:52:16 GMT -5
Seitheach
The man seems to shimmer as your blade descends, and is instantly behind you, one finger against a sensitive spot on your neck.
"I have no plans of fighting either of you."
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Post by Surreal on Jun 23, 2005 0:33:02 GMT -5
Seitheach
"When you put a knife to my....comrade, you lost that choice."
I duck and roll away from him, drawing my sword up in a ready stance. After a second, I stab right, but then retract and slash left; upwards.
"Graah! Die!"
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Post by Flak on Jun 23, 2005 0:34:48 GMT -5
Seitheach
Your slash is blocked by what seems to simply be the man's forearm. You see through the gash in his sleeve a metal protector.
"Must you infuriate me? I don't wish to kill either of you."
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Post by Surreal on Jun 23, 2005 0:40:28 GMT -5
Seitheach
Damn...these people, why do they fight with everything concealed? Are they all cowards like this man?
"Liar."
I raise my sword up high, and bring it crashing down in a vertical strike.
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Post by Dividedpower on Jun 27, 2005 15:18:47 GMT -5
Roiyaru
Silly person, not giving me a weapon...Is that my capturer? I think to myself.
I watch him effortlessly shun Seitheach's strikes to the side, blocking them with his legion of hidden weapons.
As Seitheach brings his sword (OOC: boukken?) down in a verticle strike, I assume that the Ninja would block it again with his arm. To give Seitheach an added chance I quickly kick at the Ninja's knee, trying to take him down.
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Post by Surreal on Jun 27, 2005 15:23:56 GMT -5
OOC: Cleaver.
Now we wait for Flak.
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Post by Flak on Jun 27, 2005 15:32:33 GMT -5
OOC: Not a boukken. Boukken=wooden practice katana.
The Group
The ninja's legs are kicked out from under him, and he takes advantage of this to do a handstand and block the strike from the sword with a metal shinguard, also beneath his clothing.
Then, still on his hands, he snakes his other leg around the blade, so that his shins are flush with the flat, and then yanks, throwing the sword from Seitheach's grasp. The sword buried itself in the wooden wall. He uses his hands now to push himself off the ground, doing a flip in midair and landing next to the sword which is stuck in the wall. He puts his hands on its hilt.
"You leave me little choice..."
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Post by Dividedpower on Jun 28, 2005 13:01:03 GMT -5
OOC: Wouldn't a cleaver make a dent in it, AT LEAST?
Roiyaru
Those words echoed around in my head, I felt like I'd heard them before.
"Little choice aye? You gave us no choice!" I retort. "Nice knowing you Seisichu" I add quickly, mispronouncing it once again.
"Little choice? Does that mean we can eh...beg?" I quickly blurt out, pure desperation emitting from me.
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Post by Surreal on Jun 28, 2005 13:04:22 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, seriously. Also, don't you think that a tight grasp on a sword hilt would be a bit more solid than friggin' shins on the FLAT of a sword? Come on. Also, you said he leaves his hand on the hilt of the sword. Last time I checked, ninjas were stealthy and used smaller weapons. A nine-foot sword isn't small.
Seitheach
I do nothing, keeping my eyes on the enemy.
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Post by Flak on Jun 28, 2005 19:39:42 GMT -5
OOGM: Whoa, what's wrong Surreal? Ninjas are masters of weaponry. They can use what they will. If one dude can put a hand on a sword, does that mean he's not a ninja? Fuck, I could put my hand on a cleaver!!
Anyhow, it doesn't matter anymore because this RPG's dead. The other 5 players aren't posting anymore.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 1, 2008 0:40:30 GMT -5
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