Have Another Drink...

[ryota]

Sennen Goroshi (One Thousand Years of Pain)
Rank: E-rank
Type: TaiJutsu
A very simple Taijutsu technique with a very over-dramatised name. Forcefully plunges the user's fingers into the vicinity of the victim's rectal regions. Sakura dubbed it the "Super Powerful Ass-Poke". However, Naruto figured out the true meaning of the jutsu: it was mainly used with a pointed object (usually a kunai), in order to attack the blindspot of the enemy. When combined with explosive seals, it can even damage Gaara in his semi transformed mode

{0/5}

Quite the pleasant little area, the wind gently blowing the viridian-hued leaves about on their branches as dusk settled upon the land. A picture-perfect scenery, ideal for any artist to sit and paint; to pour their souls into their canvas as they work to capture the prism of colors that mother nature had scattered upon the land. However, for the less artistically inclined, it was also the perfect time for a drink. The tavern door was much less exciting to look at, a dull mahogany, thin splits in the wood indicating weak points that an enraged person could probably use to smash the whole barrier in half. Thankfully Ryota was in a relatively decent mood right now, more thirsty than anything. That little detail however, would be removed very soon. Pressing her hand firmly upon the door, it was swung open with a bit of force.

Ah, a familiar atmosphere. One that the standard being of flesh and blood might find absolutely revolting. It smelt strongly of alcohol, but why wouldn’t it? It was a bar after all. A thick layer of smoke hung overhead from the many cigarettes that had been lit, and due to people being too lazy to perform a simple action such as opening a window. The smell of sight didn’t really bother her however, nor did the many pairs of eyes that suddenly fell upon her body, the young woman knowing just exactly what thoughts were running through the heads that held those optics. She shrugged her shoulders, making her way across the room.

Seats up close were her favorite, but that would require kicking someone out of their current position… simple enough.She could always knock someone in the back of the head the shove the unconscious body off of the stool, but sometimes, the more subtle ways were the most effective. The method she had in mind however seemed… almost childish. However, a sharp stab in the ass would certainly get someone to move, would it not? She grinned to herself, withdrawing a kunai and twirling it absentmindedly on her index finger, the soft thud of her boots audible against the hardwood floor. Soon enough, she located a target. The man couldn’t have been much older than she herself was, but he was so lost in his own world that he didn’t notice her approach.

The cool slid against her palm, the tip of the blade just peeking over her index and middle finger. Though her intentions were foul, her approach was calm, her posture casual, and it seemed almost as if the Taijutsu practitioner would start whistling at any moment. A few more steps and she was in range, and without a moments hesitation, the hand shot forward, the point of the weapon jabbing the main sharply on his backside. The drink in his mouth was spit out across the room as he gave a high pitched yelp, literally shooting out of his chair and over the counter, falling onto the floor below. Unable to contain her laughter, the brunette did just that, sitting down and picking up the mug of ale that still sat there. Hey, free drink.

“Oh, you’re too kind.”

[Elgar]

+5

Learned

[koori2]

Summertime.............

And it was. The air of summer did nothing other then further the steps and happy attitude upon coming to such a place as this within his country. He had never been here, but the search for the spontaneously combusting pink, black starred rabbit of Guantanamo Bay continued forth. He WOULD find it, and it may be here, but the bay was not. Oh well. Through his search, his strides were relaxed and confident. Like a pimp that he was, Tolas took every step like he was the greatest thing to step foot on the face of the earth. His face turned to a odd happening to his left, a place of gathering so to speak, or so he thought, and he was indeed thirsty.

The Mahogany doors were looked at in slight confusion by the young inuzuka Genin. What exactly was this place? It was said that they could get a drink here, but it just didn't seem right to Tolas, or Tobi for that matter. The black, Red vested husky puppy was resting upon Tolas's right shoulder as they gazed greatly upon the door of the building. Folding his left arm over his stomach, and resting his right elbow upon that, his right hand was brought up to his face. The index finger on the left side of the chin, the thumb on the right, as they in harmony caressed Tolas's face in deep thought. Should they wait for Dolas? Nah, it probably wasn't needed, they could fine for themselves.

"Dolas and Ichi will show eventually............right?"

No matter, turning to his right shoulder and making eye contact with Tobi, the young boys eyes closed as a wide smile over came his face, and instead of scratching now, his right hand gave a thumbs up to Tobi. Tobi simply smiled and barked in agreement with the decision. Exhaling some, Tolas walked up to the tan door, and turned its handle fully, as he opened the door to the tavern before him, still smiling fully listening to the ruckus of the place blast forth into his sensitive ears. They twitched indeed, and Tolas's eye twitched as well in pain from the loud noises, as he was sure it hurt Tobi too.

“Oh, you’re too kind.”

Tolas heard these distinctive words only moments after a burst of laughter and a man flying head first over a counter. Just exactly where they HELL were they?!? Tolas frowned a bit as he closed the door behind him and walked up towards the counter. HE took notice of a few people, but one that particularly caught the silly Genin's attention. Perhaps........a women? Here? She did however seem a bit older then him, but she was in fact very pretty. The seat next to here was, well, rather empty as she seemed to scare away the men, most of them. This was his opportunity. Smiling greatly, he feared not, as nothing could crush his spirits today. He had to be careful and make his approach, and Tobi would be forced to help in his devious plans as always, whether he wanted to or not.

Placing Tobi on the ground, Tolas did a very fast and quick paced 360 degree turn a few feet behind his target. Suddenly, as if out of no where, he had on a Tuxedo, black with a white undershirt, you know, the works. Tobi simply tilted his head as he was now the confused one, as a nearby poker table, flipped upside down, revealing a mass amount of blank papers, as Tolas grabbed a few and pretended to read them as he took up a seat, and adjusted the sunglasses that helped further his appearance as a Agent. The Jukebox, started to play a rather different tune, a much newer and more agent like theme as Tolas smiled and looked onto his dog.

Missoin Impossible

"TOBI!!! Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to help me interact and create conversation with the pretty women, without letting Dolas know of our actions. He ruins all of our operations and missions and thus, we will not let him do such today.......... This message with self destruct in 5 seconds!!!!! "

Said Tolas looking at Tobi, as he cute little puppy simply barked in agreement, as a single paw came up to his forehead as a salute. Spinning 360 degrees again, Tolas was back in normal attire as the near by papers vanished and the poker table flipped right side up revealing the poker table once more. With a simple, kick, Tolas nudged Tobi into the girls leg, hoping to have it get her attention. Should it, Tolas would smoothly slide into the empty seat next her and assume that seat, and look onward at her with a devilish look of success.

"Well HELLO There........."

[ryota]

Drunken Rush
Rank: E
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: The user rushes forward without regard for their health, their body straight as a board, only their feet propelling them forward and their hands down at their sides. This confuses the opponent and surprises them, giving them little choice but to back away. Even if the opponent attacks the user, the user feels no pain, the alcohol rushing through him dulling it to nothing. Once the opponent is off guard, the user can then use another attack as a surprise attack.
Limit: Must be drunk to do

{0/5}

The cool metal of the mug touched her lips, and as soon as the bitter liquid made its way down her throat, she female began to feel as if… something was a bit off. Perhaps it was the taste itself, or perhaps it was the environment. Either way, she pulled the mug from her face, wrinkling her nose as those forested hues eyes glared daggers at the liquid it contained. “What the hell is this?” she voiced, obviously not caring too much if she hurt the feelings of any importer that may have been present. “A punch in the mouth tastes better than this…” Her comments were mumbled from that point on, and despite her obvious displeasure in the beverage she’d been given, or rather the one she took, she downed the contents regardless.

With a rather loud clang, the mug was set back upon the counter. It wasn’t long after the action that she felt the bump of something fluffy against her legs. Of course, the slight sensation had made her curious. After crossing one leg over the other, she peered down, arching a brow as she discovered the cause of the disturbance to be a puppy of all things. “Bartender!” she called, “I think you have a rat problem!” Hardly a full second had passed since she looked away from the scenery to the mutt below, had another plopped into the seat beside her. She stared for a moment, then continued her long-ranged speaking. “And they‘ve developed into more intelligent life forms that walk on two legs!”

”Well HELLO there…”

She paused. “…Nevermind the intelligent part!” First impressions were always important, and this one had been chaotic. Giving the younger male a rather awkward grin, Ryota stood. Or at least, she tried to. Her body swayed, and in response, her palms slammed against the surface before her, steadying the body that was slowly becoming more intoxicating. Foul as the alcohol may have been, it certainly was potent. Her vision blurred the slightest bit, and slowly, Ryota made her way towards the front door. But damnit, people kept getting in her way! Scowling, she staggered. “Moooove iiiit,” she growled. The man nearest to her was a bit on the larger side, staring and laughing, for even if Ryota herself was by no means frail, she seemed petite in comparison to this behemoth. It would seem then, that she’d have to force her way through.

Stiff as a board, she rushed forward, her arms to her side, the only thing truly moving being her legs. Shocked, the larger man took a step back. It was the only opening she needed. With a drunken smirk, she sprang upward, leaping over the man. Letting out a high-pitched ‘whoop’ similar to that of a siren, the right leg of the female suddenly swung backwards, clocking the large but stupid individual right in the back of his cranium. With a loud thud, he crashed to the floor, and Ryota? The archer was nowhere to be found.

{Exit.}

[shigetsu]

Learned.

[koori2]

"Da Fuck?"

A huge explosion erupted in the bar as all his exploding tags lit up at the same time, killing the Inuzuka. His puppy, Tobi, died as well, from being on his shoulder at the time. It was a sad day......

[Dead.]

[pandoru]

Dead, lul =[