Getting Down With a Three-Way
Jun 18, 2016 23:51:11 GMT -7
Post by Dr. Neuro, RN on Jun 18, 2016 23:51:11 GMT -7
Battle Rules:
-All NFRP Rules Apply
-Any arguments will be settled via pm or skype
-All rolls are done here; just tag the other members when doing a roll
-Most importantly, never forget how sexy Neuro is. This offense is punishable by death
-All NFRP Rules Apply
-Any arguments will be settled via pm or skype
-All rolls are done here; just tag the other members when doing a roll
-Most importantly, never forget how sexy Neuro is. This offense is punishable by death
Swiftly running along the the narrow dirt path was a single man. A purple kimono with a variation of a cross stitch design with the appearance of five leaf flowers on fire in a lighter shade of purple. A pair of grey hakama that seemed to have a bright shade of purple even though they didn't. A white sash wrapped around his waist twice, two katana (Benehime) resting against his left hip. White socks that went into his hakama and a pair of black zori. Around his head a headband with the symbol of Kusagakure, though a slash was made through it. The fabric of the headband white in color and was as long as his hair, falling to the middle of his back. The man's face showing a soft smile, making him almost look weak when shown with his delicate features. Though his eyes showed an intensity that did not fit the features and smile he wore.
Though it was hidden beneath a cloak, the man's hands had seals permanently placed on them. These seals would allow him to summon weapons that he placed the seals on for convenience. With this, the man would never go without a weapon. Which was good for someone who was obviously a swordsman. Hidden within the mans cloak were ten slots of kunai and five slots worth of shuriken. Of course these were hidden under the cloak which was meant to conceal his entire body. The man then closed his cloak that was worn like a cape, making it look more like a robe without a hood. Although the white cloak did have a collar on it, which was half of his neck in height.
A large cluster of trees thirteen meters to his left and twenty eight meters to his right. The occasional tree lingering closer to the path. Guren had no idea why he was running away. He had accidentally killed a group of civilians in Kusagakure and had engaged with ANBU. The black ops members were struggling against him and perished with not much effort on the the swordsman's part. Still, he continued to run. He had no remorse for what he had done. It meant nothing to take the lives of the innocent and the ones trying to protect the rest of them. He simply smiled. Finally he stopped, having felt his pursuers no longer watching him. His stomach growled embarrassingly loud as he wiped the perspiration from his forehead. The day had been extremely hot.