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Post by Ikara on Sept 15, 2007 15:55:46 GMT -5
Ikara stood at the gates to Suna and prepared to swallow her pride. How long had it been since she had last been here?
Would people recognise her? Would they have forgotten her hissy fit that she threw right before she left.
She had said a lot of things on her mind that day; a lot of hurtful things to people who probably didn't deserve them. But it wasn't like she had anything to lose by saying them. After all, she had no friends to begin with.
Hovering about the gates, she continued to ponder. Should she step in? Would someone appear and invite her in? So many questions, so little answers
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Post by atasuke on Sept 18, 2007 8:44:56 GMT -5
(OOC: Mista is kinda mean [read her profile] so don't be offended since I am only staying in character)
Mista was on top of the village gates, trying to stay unseen. After all, she didn't want to enter the village since there were many ninja after her, including her clan. Then she saw a girl trying to enter Suna. She sat up and noticed that she looked so proud of herself, until she sank back down. She rolled her eyes and leapt down, trying to get a closer look. It had been a while since she has turned dark mood and maybe this proud girl can annoy her enough to do it. She put a her hair up in a ponytail and her old forehead protector on and then disguised herself to become "Hijima" that way she could get past the village guards without any trouble. She then walked up towards the girl with her usual, dark and emotionless stare. She waited for her to say something as silence was always everyone's enemy. Especially looking to a proud girl like that.
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Post by Ikara on Sept 18, 2007 9:53:08 GMT -5
[OOC: dont worry; Ikara's a schizophrenic sadist. She can withstand a few mean comments lolz)
Closing her eyes, Ikara put a foot through the gate to Suna. Before she made another move, with her eyes still closed, she swung a hand round and pressed against the forehead of the ninja who dared to confront her
"What?" She answered sharply and nonchalantly. "I dont have time for silly games so either tell me what you want or leave now. I wont hesitate to crush every bone in your body if you dare to agitate me"
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Post by atasuke on Sept 18, 2007 18:45:05 GMT -5
Mista countered the forehead punch when she grabbed her hand and twisted it back, not making her fall....yet. She then looked at the girl; she definitely could bring out the worst in herself. She even examined the girl and smirked. She didn't come for a battle unless things absolutely went that way.
"Every bone, you say?" but that was all she said. Mista liked saying whatever she has to say without extra and unecessary things. Agitate? Mista came to the girl only for herself to be agitated.
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Post by Ikara on Sept 19, 2007 5:47:23 GMT -5
"I'm warning you; not to make myself look big but for your own safety. I will destroy you if you awaken her"
Ikara turned to face the girl who currently had her in an arm lock. If the kunoichi thought this was hurting her she was sadly mistaken. She had endured much worse pain than this and never shed a tear.
She flashed her glowing eyes; her left eye flickered between red and blue. It would be all over when it turned red.
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Post by atasuke on Sept 19, 2007 8:40:40 GMT -5
Mista let her go with a 'whatever' look. So this girl had a demon, but she did not care. But where this conversation was going, she was going to a oneway trip to darkness. She knew that the girl probably did not care for the arm lock since Mista was only trying to make it miss. She meant no harm in that one for once. Then she noticed her eyes.
"So you have something you can't control either? Then that makes two of us," Mista said that without even thinking. She actually had something in common with this girl. But she did not let up since they still both thought of each other as of now, foes.
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Post by Ikara on Sept 19, 2007 8:56:44 GMT -5
"Can't Control?" Ikara laughed, "Thats the understatement of the century..."
"So you're just like me..." She cooled off a little; maybe this didnt have to end in bloodshed. For all she knew, this girl could know the cure to her problem.
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Post by atasuke on Sept 19, 2007 9:23:04 GMT -5
Mista stared at her, "Understatement? If it was, then you wouldn't be blaming me if in the event you awaken her," Mista told her, "I don't have any problem saying that I can't control mine," Mista admitted. She could only feel when it was going to change, but she couldn't stop it.
"Yes, we do have something in common," Mista didn't think she would find a girl with the same problem, so led her to a more quiet and private place, "do you kill without mercy?" Mista asked. Because she herself knew that she did, almost all the time. But she wouldn't blame this girl if she didn't want to answer the question.
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Post by Ikara on Sept 19, 2007 9:41:14 GMT -5
Ikara stared at the girl; a contradiction? She cannot control her but blames other people for awakening her? Nothing made sense. All her life she had been brushed to the side; noone ever provided an answer. Noone told her why she had inherited her mothers curse. She hated her mother for dying and leaving her without answers. She hated her father for abandoning her. She should never have returned here; it had opened up a Pandora's Box.
She followed the girl into the alley, gripping a kunai just in case.
"All the time...." she answered the girls query; she couldnt deny it. Her clothes were stained with the blood of thousands of Shinobi; it couldn't be washed away even by all the rivers in Mizukagure.
"When the other me awakens......people are just play things....lives mean nothing" She frowned, clenching her fist,
"And i revel in it; its a game to me. I see how far i can push the human psyche before it collapses into itself....."
Closing her eyes, Ikara smirked
"The best playthings are groups of shinobi.....tying them in a circle facing each other; forcing them to watch each of their comrades deaths...." She began laughing incontrollably as she felt that warm bloodlust run through her
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Post by atasuke on Sept 19, 2007 18:19:40 GMT -5
Mista smiled, so someone shared her killing spree and her philosophy; it wasn't a genuinue smile, but more of a smirk, "I kill people all the time also; both sides of me," she added that last part quietly, "and when they're just trying to kill you, but they just can't," she smirked and felt that same lust run through her. It was great to meet someone whom she had many things in common with. But she couldn't fully trust this girl either or therefore be friends with her. It just cannot be done.
"People are ten-minute toys when I'm through with them," she smirked yet again, snickering.
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Post by Kuzio on Sept 22, 2007 9:56:21 GMT -5
((OOC:Remind me not to get on either of your bad sides ^^))
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