—kage dinner. [event thread]
Dec 7, 2009 20:04:10 GMT -7
Post by zuka on Dec 7, 2009 20:04:10 GMT -7
OOC: I noticed Beltran cleverly left out the limit of the Bunshin no Jutsu. Luckily, I already knew the limit myself and checked your bio for the proper requirements. I thought it was a bit odd, and sure enough I found you have no perceptions. Therefore, Beltran's clones do not actually exist and were never created.
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IC:
Now that the first blood had been shed, the crimson liquids staining the ground, the tension would break and all at once reform. Receiving no word from the Amekage, he would watch as what was apparently the true Ame nin speak and come forward. Embarassed at this mistake of his, the Aburame would find himself curling around the mass of clones, taking place closer to where Netami had once stood within her guards defense. Within him the insects stirred, restless and defiant against his will. They wanted to devour, to destroy, to kill.
Alas, he would refrain, containing the Kikai within. There would come the time when he would need to aid his fellow Kages, but now was not the time. For now he stood, hands together before him as he looked at both Netami and the group of Amekage's. The nuke-nin had, at this point, returned to the room. He seemingly challenged them, as vengeance was surely the desirable goal in this situation. Who would let the Kage die in such vain? He who wanted to instill the presence of other nations in the world, and now dead because of a rude interruption.
It was a risky situation. The sword that he carried leaked blood, as it so seemed. Yet, the sanguine fluid contained a corrosive ability. Surely they could all die in this very room. Would things be allowed to escalate to that point, though? Fairly outnumbered, he still stood with extreme confidence. It was surely that blade of his; perhaps it could have been his own ignorance to the odds against him. Nevertheless, it was not yet the Takikage's business to intrude. The look of fear in his eyes no longer resided. Rather, awe and curiousity stood glaring at the man with the blade. It would truly be a fight worth seeing.
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IC:
Now that the first blood had been shed, the crimson liquids staining the ground, the tension would break and all at once reform. Receiving no word from the Amekage, he would watch as what was apparently the true Ame nin speak and come forward. Embarassed at this mistake of his, the Aburame would find himself curling around the mass of clones, taking place closer to where Netami had once stood within her guards defense. Within him the insects stirred, restless and defiant against his will. They wanted to devour, to destroy, to kill.
Alas, he would refrain, containing the Kikai within. There would come the time when he would need to aid his fellow Kages, but now was not the time. For now he stood, hands together before him as he looked at both Netami and the group of Amekage's. The nuke-nin had, at this point, returned to the room. He seemingly challenged them, as vengeance was surely the desirable goal in this situation. Who would let the Kage die in such vain? He who wanted to instill the presence of other nations in the world, and now dead because of a rude interruption.
It was a risky situation. The sword that he carried leaked blood, as it so seemed. Yet, the sanguine fluid contained a corrosive ability. Surely they could all die in this very room. Would things be allowed to escalate to that point, though? Fairly outnumbered, he still stood with extreme confidence. It was surely that blade of his; perhaps it could have been his own ignorance to the odds against him. Nevertheless, it was not yet the Takikage's business to intrude. The look of fear in his eyes no longer resided. Rather, awe and curiousity stood glaring at the man with the blade. It would truly be a fight worth seeing.