[Taki Okada]

Taki "Bakudan" Okada

A loser like you ain't got no guts!

With a new influx of students coming into the academy came a new crop of potential recruits for the Organization with things winding down, Taki took it upon herself to do a little scouting. The girl had been given permission by the instructor of the academy to participate in on the class sparring session that was set to be taking place at the academy that day, she’d park herself on the bleachers heavily overdressed for the occasion, wearing a suit and tie with a pair of boots strapped to her feet as she watched on.

"So let’s see what kinda talent we got cookin ere…” the girl would say as she looked out at the field, some of the same teachers happened to be there the very same who doubted her ability that she had given a hard time some 3 or so years ago with a few of those same kids being from her very class. She wanted to see those kids grow and was watching from the sidelines to see just what they were made of.

It was nice to grab talent from outside of the village but it was always good to have a few home grown superstars into the mix. The girl was eager to see just what they had in store and waited for things to get started, it was hard to believe that she'd come so far in such a short amount of time. But for right now it wasn't about her it was about them she didn't have too much time to spend on this endeavor so figured now was as good of a time as ever.

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MOVEMENT TECHNIQUES:



OFFENSIVE TECHNIQUES:

SUMMARY

SA's:

House of Fire

During Taki's training she learns that she has a significant amount of energy and after graduating to the rank of genin she began to learn how to properly make use of them under the tutelage of Midori Chizawa. As a result the girl is now able to perform a bevy of powerful techniques for longer periods of time without tiring as quickly as others.

[Heavyweight: Super Strength SA]

With the rigorous training that Taki's now able to throw down with the best of them boasting monstrous strength fitting for her professional wrestling background, having combined that with the training she performed at the academy has now made her able to performs ridiculous feats such as being able to crush stones in her grip causing concussions and snap bones with her powerful strikes and holds. Taki has also increased the amount of weight she is able to lift by a massive margin in a way that makes her an even more fearsome taijutsu practitioner than before.

[Wrestling Genius]

As a result of her training, and advancements as a genin. Taki's grappling ability has increased even further making her wrestling based techniques far more difficult to deal with and escape from. As a result, her slams, holds, submissions and suplex's are far more damaging and harder to escape from then that of a genin who is not trained in these particular abilities.

[Sage Mode]


✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ Gorilla Grip [Grip Strength]

When transforming into Sage Mode Taki's body and overall Taijutsu prowess increase exponentially most notably her grip strength allowing her to take hold of someone with a painful amount of power amplifying her already proficient ability to grapple with an opponent making it significantly harder to be broken out of as well a deal a considerable amount of damage.

✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ Gorilla Press [Natural Taijutsu]

When transforming into Sage Mode Taki's body Taki is able to use nature energy to harness her powers in order to make her more physically imposing than normal adding to her natural affinities with Taijutsu allowing her move faster and hit harder heavy items thus adding a good amount of power and heft to her attacks allowing her to snap bones with much less effort and outpace a good majority of her enemies with her monstrous charge.

✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ The Immovable Force [Durability]

Due to the coarse strength of a gorilla's skin Taki is able to withstand a good amount of extra punishment allowing her to be able to withstand blows from most enemies that most shinobi wouldn't be able to normally withstand. As such blows from strong fighters are reduced by a considerable amount and when struck feel like colliding with a considerably immovable force.

235 WORDS

Moriko kagayaku sumire

SHORT NOTE

deltra of gangnam style

[kagayaku sumire]

THE UNAVOIDABLE SUN

Today was one of the days that Sumire actually looked forward to: sparring practice. Everyone was getting paired up to face off so that the rest of the class could watch their bout, and then got coaching and criticism on form and technique from the sensei. It was a useful and informative exercise chock-full of information and the ability to learn from other peoples’ mistakes… … if they were paying attention. Sumire was, instead, watching the girl sitting in the bleachers, who stuck out like a gleaming lantern in the black of night. She had cropped blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes and wore what looked to Sumire’s eye like a very fine suit, discordantly paired with heavy-looking boots. She was ripped, she was pretty, and she was watching the academy students spar with an unusual intensity. "... mire! Kagayaku Sumire! SUMIRE!” Sumire blinked, and looked towards the sensei, who was gesturing for her to enter the ring with a frustrated frown. She stood up, dusting off her skirt, and started to make her way into the ring before she abruptly stopped. Turned. Looked for Momo amongst the other students, and, once she found her, signed: ’You me fight?’ She was getting better at sign language—at least as far as her vocabulary was concerned. Her grammar still needed work, but the person she practiced with most was just as bad at grammar as Sumire was, so it was an unfortunate case of the blind leading the blind. If Momo agreed, Sumire would turn back around and head into the ring, her footsteps light and delicate, and say to the instructor, "Sensei, Momo and I are going to fight together.” Her tone was soft, but it wasn’t a request—she would spar with the red-cloak Ha hugged around her shoulders, or simply not at all.

Moriko Taki Okada -- 303

LAIKA OF THQ

[Moriko]

✚ Apes Momo & Sumire, Stronger Together ✚

The teacher had been making Moriko hold her transformation for a good half an hour for these spars, and it had certainly been something. How many times had she popped and been told to reform before class continued... it just wasn't fun. Sumire finally getting called up did perk the girl's attention though. The tanuki had only been to the academy for a little over a week and this was the first spar class she was being allowed at for the more 'experienced' or simply late to join students. 'You me fight?' That further caught her eye, and her face immediately lit up, her ears standing straight as she grinned nodding, 'Together! Better! Forever!' Moriko would sign back with an almost shimmering glow as she broke from the class and slowly disappated, her clone not handling the movement at all as she jumped up and onto Sumire, the clone bursting as the cloak clasted over her blue-haired bestie. Sumire was absolutely the best meister she could ask for! Yep, yep.

With their intentions announced, they would hold their ground... probably. The girls were definitely taking an unexpectedly alright risk in that regard. What would the instructor do now? A feeling of unbound curiosity surrounding Sumire, enveloping her almost. Perhaps Moriko was closer in a way then they thought? Moriko was too oblivious to the bridge she was building with Sumire to understand that she was projecting even a small message to her friend.

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TAG ✚ Hex: #f0a461 ✚ Notes?

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[Taki Okada]

Taki "Bakudan" Okada

A loser like you ain't got no guts!

As Taki looked out at the field she recognized the teacher who called them all out there, the girl would scoff upon seeing her face. "Fat bitch.” the girl would say as she looked her over. Her eyes quickly darting over to the two participants on the field Sumire and another girl. She figured the two were going to fight, judging by the gestures she wasn’t really able to hear the conversation of course.

However after a moment she’d see the girl who looked less like a person and more like an animal jump onto the other girl. "So are dhose two a thing…or somethin–” just then the girl would seemingly transform into a weapon that was worn around the girls neck. Taki had never seen anything like that, just what was that at first she figured she was some sort of science experiment gone wrong but to see her simply transform like that was something out of the ordinary.

She looked like some soft of a scarf that had some additional attachment added too it, was that some kind of weapon she had no idea and she was intrigued she looked to the two in both enthusiasm and intrigue. As the two of them looked set and ready Taki watched and waited to see how this all played out in a fight. Was this even legal? Academy students weren't normally allowed weapons so many questions. The girl would watch with her back hunched and a brow raised.

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MOVEMENT TECHNIQUES:



OFFENSIVE TECHNIQUES:

SUMMARY

SA's:

House of Fire

During Taki's training she learns that she has a significant amount of energy and after graduating to the rank of genin she began to learn how to properly make use of them under the tutelage of Midori Chizawa. As a result the girl is now able to perform a bevy of powerful techniques for longer periods of time without tiring as quickly as others.

[Heavyweight: Super Strength SA]

With the rigorous training that Taki's now able to throw down with the best of them boasting monstrous strength fitting for her professional wrestling background, having combined that with the training she performed at the academy has now made her able to performs ridiculous feats such as being able to crush stones in her grip causing concussions and snap bones with her powerful strikes and holds. Taki has also increased the amount of weight she is able to lift by a massive margin in a way that makes her an even more fearsome taijutsu practitioner than before.

[Wrestling Genius]

As a result of her training, and advancements as a genin. Taki's grappling ability has increased even further making her wrestling based techniques far more difficult to deal with and escape from. As a result, her slams, holds, submissions and suplex's are far more damaging and harder to escape from then that of a genin who is not trained in these particular abilities.

[Sage Mode]


✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ Gorilla Grip [Grip Strength]

When transforming into Sage Mode Taki's body and overall Taijutsu prowess increase exponentially most notably her grip strength allowing her to take hold of someone with a painful amount of power amplifying her already proficient ability to grapple with an opponent making it significantly harder to be broken out of as well a deal a considerable amount of damage.

✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ Gorilla Press [Natural Taijutsu]

When transforming into Sage Mode Taki's body Taki is able to use nature energy to harness her powers in order to make her more physically imposing than normal adding to her natural affinities with Taijutsu allowing her move faster and hit harder heavy items thus adding a good amount of power and heft to her attacks allowing her to snap bones with much less effort and outpace a good majority of her enemies with her monstrous charge.

✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ The Immovable Force [Durability]

Due to the coarse strength of a gorilla's skin Taki is able to withstand a good amount of extra punishment allowing her to be able to withstand blows from most enemies that most shinobi wouldn't be able to normally withstand. As such blows from strong fighters are reduced by a considerable amount and when struck feel like colliding with a considerably immovable force.

220 WORDS

kagayaku sumire Moriko

SHORT NOTE

deltra of gangnam style

[kagayaku sumire]

THE UNAVOIDABLE SUN

There was a strange sensation Sumire felt, almost like how she felt when she was about to get a headache, or when she accidentally activated her nightvision in the daytime and had to go curl up in a dark room for a few minutes while the throbbing behind her eyes slowly faded away. But… it wasn’t painful, she realized after a second, it was just that she associated this kind of sensation with pain. It was more like a pressure. A faint, familiar feeling of curiosity that wasn’t quite her own. It felt like the tilt of Momo’s head when she wanted to ask a question. Was it Momo’s influence? Was she trying to communicate in a different way? Would it function as a two-way street? Sensei’s brows pinched together in the suggestion of world-weary exhaustion, and seemed to be about to argue before apparently evaluating something in Sumire’s expression and, with a sigh, waving her hand in the universal motion for sure, I’m not dying on this hill. "But no live steel,” Sensei warned, looking sternly at Momo. She produced a small collection of rigid, blunt caps which snapped onto the sharp, bladed edges of Momo’s tassels—lightweight enough that they shouldn’t have impacted Momo’s ability to move them, but effectively disabling any true threat of lethality that the Ha held in her true weapon form. This was disappointing, but acceptable, Sumire supposed. Her opponent, a thirteen-year-old boy due to graduate from the academy with the next round of exams, certainly looked relieved. Sensei made Sumire and her opponent bow, touch hands, and move a meter or so away from each other before blowing her whistle to start. Tentatively, unsure if it was actually accomplishing anything, Sumire tried to reach out to the vague presence applying pressure to her mind, picturing in her mind’s eye the image of what she was about to do. If she could communicate that to Momo, then Momo could plan and react accordingly... she hoped. What she was about to do: a quick, relentless barrage of attacks. Sumire was relatively fast and light on her feet, and the boy she was matched against had no real talent for hand-to-hand combat; he was, to her recollection, more of a student of genjutsu. She closed the distance quickly with a series of feinted jabs before following up with a rapid hook to the boy’s jaw, then bouncing back out of his melee range before he had a chance to recover from the blow. Her punches weren’t especially powerful, with no real muscle behind them, but they certainly seemed to catch the boy off guard.

Taki Okada Moriko -- 437

LAIKA OF THQ

[Moriko]

✚ I am Warm Hugs ✚

Sumire was expecting help from Moriko, which was fair. Moriko was definitely going to help! By giving very warm hugs to her companion. Ha Densetsu had very little self-control, and this was one of those moment where it was held in glaring view. Sumire was doing everything while Moriko's best trait was the obsfucation of her friend's body beneath her sightly billowing cloak. It was not the kind of the help that was entirely feasible for tag teaming, but it should have also been fine with the instructor.

Perhaps if Moriko was a proper weapon, but as it stood she simply existed.

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The other kid was, by comparison definitely a slouch, and Moriko was curious to see if she could even help at all. Then the boy released a shrill whistle through his teeth, and Moriko had to internally squint. Had he done something? She just had to continue to cheer on Sumire! A pressure would push into Sumire's mind again, beckoning her to continue. As Kousou [Fighting Confused] would likely flip most things, Moriko would be unaware of the implications before Sumire began to stumble a bit.

"Sumire-Chan, you got this! You can beat him eyes closed! Definitely, just listen to Momo!" The link would press to establish the realm. Perhaps it was distracting as well.

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[Taki Okada]

Taki "Bakudan" Okada

A loser like you ain't got no guts!

As she watched the two of them get themselves set up to begin their training she’d watch the instructor go and place clips onto the weapon that the girl had transformed into which made the girl sight with relief, however as things got off to their initial start she’d watch as the younger girl would seemingly be a bit dazed. As Sumire began to stumble about she’d look at the hand seal that the boy had after Sumire began to trip herself up and figured it must’ve been a genjutsu, which would cause the girl would shake her head.

"Tsk, tsk,tsk, poor kid.” As this went on she’d notice as she’d stumble. "Always know your enemy kid…” the girl would say to herself as her interlocked her fingers and kept her eyes on the action wanting to see how this playout particularly interested in that small creature that made its place on her neck.

"I wonda, can dat goil on her neck do anything ta help her…how do dey communicate?” she’d wonder still not entirely sure as to just what she was she’d need to get some more details after this was over, provided they impressed her after all so far it wasn’t looking like much but she was an academy student too at one point perhaps there was potential to be fostered.

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MOVEMENT TECHNIQUES:



OFFENSIVE TECHNIQUES:

SUMMARY

SA's:

House of Fire

During Taki's training she learns that she has a significant amount of energy and after graduating to the rank of genin she began to learn how to properly make use of them under the tutelage of Midori Chizawa. As a result the girl is now able to perform a bevy of powerful techniques for longer periods of time without tiring as quickly as others.

[Heavyweight: Super Strength SA]

With the rigorous training that Taki's now able to throw down with the best of them boasting monstrous strength fitting for her professional wrestling background, having combined that with the training she performed at the academy has now made her able to performs ridiculous feats such as being able to crush stones in her grip causing concussions and snap bones with her powerful strikes and holds. Taki has also increased the amount of weight she is able to lift by a massive margin in a way that makes her an even more fearsome taijutsu practitioner than before.

[Wrestling Genius]

As a result of her training, and advancements as a genin. Taki's grappling ability has increased even further making her wrestling based techniques far more difficult to deal with and escape from. As a result, her slams, holds, submissions and suplex's are far more damaging and harder to escape from then that of a genin who is not trained in these particular abilities.

[Sage Mode]


✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ Gorilla Grip [Grip Strength]

When transforming into Sage Mode Taki's body and overall Taijutsu prowess increase exponentially most notably her grip strength allowing her to take hold of someone with a painful amount of power amplifying her already proficient ability to grapple with an opponent making it significantly harder to be broken out of as well a deal a considerable amount of damage.

✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ Gorilla Press [Natural Taijutsu]

When transforming into Sage Mode Taki's body Taki is able to use nature energy to harness her powers in order to make her more physically imposing than normal adding to her natural affinities with Taijutsu allowing her move faster and hit harder heavy items thus adding a good amount of power and heft to her attacks allowing her to snap bones with much less effort and outpace a good majority of her enemies with her monstrous charge.

✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ The Immovable Force [Durability]

Due to the coarse strength of a gorilla's skin Taki is able to withstand a good amount of extra punishment allowing her to be able to withstand blows from most enemies that most shinobi wouldn't be able to normally withstand. As such blows from strong fighters are reduced by a considerable amount and when struck feel like colliding with a considerably immovable force.

222 WORDS

Moriko

SHORT NOTE

deltra of gangnam style

[kagayaku sumire]

THE UNAVOIDABLE SUN

Momo billowed loosely around Sumire’s shoulders, the shifting red fabric fluttering over and obfuscating the movements of her quick-moving hands as she jabbed and feinted at the boy standing opposite her. If she faked him out one more time and landed a solid hit to his kidney she should be able to win the fight, she thought, maybe knee him in the crotch for good measure— But then he whistled, shrill and sharp. Sumire’s vision went blurry at the edges, her world turning upside down. She’d only experienced vertigo once before, when her brother had his coworkers over for some kind of dinner; she’d cleared the dinner dishes, taking away cups and plates, and had taken a curious sip of some alcoholic-smelling beverage that one of the women had abandoned over the course of the night. It had put her out cold for the rest of the night, and she hadn’t tried alcohol since. This felt almost like that, but worse in a way, because she didn’t feel sleepy or like she was about to pass out. The world was just spinning endlessly in a way that made her feel like she couldn’t stand up straight, and like she was going to fall over if she tried to move; the vision was starting to nauseate her. She tried to put her hands up to guard herself, protect Momo, but there was only so much she could do… The sensation pressing up against the back of her mind gave her a push, and she felt a rush of encouragement surge through her. Momo’s words, bright and cheerful, echoed distantly like she was shouting them from very far away. Just listen to Momo! That, she could do. Sumire squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the urge to vomit, only to find that the spinning went away as long as she wasn’t looking. She blinked.The world was topsy-turvy for a brief moment, then all went black again. Still with her hands up, Sumire breathed in deeply, waiting for her nausea to pass. Tentatively, she thought of where that encouraging feeling was coming from, the comfort that she felt in knowing that her friend had her back, and tried to push that feeling out and on. ”Momo, can you help me?” Sumire thought the words rather than spoke them, but she thought them very hard and very loud, like she was yelling from across a field… and feeling extremely silly about it. She really hoped this worked. ”Can you tell me where to go? I can’t see very well right now, everything is spinning and it’s making me sick.” Eyes squeezed closed, Sumire threw another couple of jabs where she thought she remembered the boy standing—none of them connecting—hoping beyond hope that Momo could hear her somehow.

Taki Okada Moriko -- 473

LAIKA OF THQ

[Moriko]

✚ Lets Dance ✚

Like a constantly flexed muscle A conversation sparked. Like wildfire it could spead and within Sumire's mind the image, no more like the feeling of Moriko standing in the middle of a rocky ball basket court would appear. Like she was standing right in front of Sumire, only taking a moment to give the blue-haired hume a smile before the feeling flickered away as soon as it had come. Something was there though, as small as it was.

"Close your eyes and Momo will guide you! Grab my hand and spin! Momo will help you do the work you need to do, so use me! Never stop moving. Never. Never. Never. Okay? If you move Momo will guide you! Warm Hugs, speedy steps, we move together! We defeat anything that would stop us from travel!"

If Sumire listened and grasped the scarf and spun Moriko would seem to slip around her arm to add to the weight and resistance of her now blunt claws to strike the boy. A compulsive feeling to stay in motion pushing into the weirder of the Ha. Moriko's singular compulsion, 'move'.

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The boy had used his trick to try and get away with the situation that he was in. He had Sumire stumbling and he had moved to her back pulling out one of the rubber training kunai to try and place it to Sumire's throat from behind. Leaving it to the girl's motion for whether the training would end right then.

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TAG ✚ Hex: #f0a461 ✚ Notes?

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[Taki Okada]

Taki "Bakudan" Okada

A loser like you ain't got no guts!

It would appear that as the weapon was swung from around the womans neck she was attempting to strike the boy almost as if it moved on her own she couldn't hear exactly what was happening but whatever they were doing it seemed to be working, but she wondered something as the kid was in the middle of her motions.

"Ya know...if dat kid used what I tink he used why is he still at da academy?" she wonderded but that wasn't important for now she looked at their motions and noticed that despite being trapped by an affliction or just poor balance she seemed to be able to move relatively well this must've been the secret of how their particular abilities seemed to work.

Taking note of this she had wondered something would it be possible to maybe recruit these two and get to work as a tag team of some kind a tandem so far it looked like it had potential based on the way that the two of them fought but she'd need to see more results in order to really know just how well all of this was working out.

"Neva seen such an odd combination but it seems like somethin dat could have potential." she needed to see a bit more her partner showed her hand but what could the blue haired gal do she wondered.

SPOILER: Click to show

MOVEMENT TECHNIQUES:



OFFENSIVE TECHNIQUES:

SUMMARY

SA's:

House of Fire

During Taki's training she learns that she has a significant amount of energy and after graduating to the rank of genin she began to learn how to properly make use of them under the tutelage of Midori Chizawa. As a result the girl is now able to perform a bevy of powerful techniques for longer periods of time without tiring as quickly as others.

[Heavyweight: Super Strength SA]

With the rigorous training that Taki's now able to throw down with the best of them boasting monstrous strength fitting for her professional wrestling background, having combined that with the training she performed at the academy has now made her able to performs ridiculous feats such as being able to crush stones in her grip causing concussions and snap bones with her powerful strikes and holds. Taki has also increased the amount of weight she is able to lift by a massive margin in a way that makes her an even more fearsome taijutsu practitioner than before.

[Wrestling Genius]

As a result of her training, and advancements as a genin. Taki's grappling ability has increased even further making her wrestling based techniques far more difficult to deal with and escape from. As a result, her slams, holds, submissions and suplex's are far more damaging and harder to escape from then that of a genin who is not trained in these particular abilities.

[Sage Mode]


✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ Gorilla Grip [Grip Strength]

When transforming into Sage Mode Taki's body and overall Taijutsu prowess increase exponentially most notably her grip strength allowing her to take hold of someone with a painful amount of power amplifying her already proficient ability to grapple with an opponent making it significantly harder to be broken out of as well a deal a considerable amount of damage.

✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ Gorilla Press [Natural Taijutsu]

When transforming into Sage Mode Taki's body Taki is able to use nature energy to harness her powers in order to make her more physically imposing than normal adding to her natural affinities with Taijutsu allowing her move faster and hit harder heavy items thus adding a good amount of power and heft to her attacks allowing her to snap bones with much less effort and outpace a good majority of her enemies with her monstrous charge.

✤ | Abilities (Imperfect Enhancement)
✤ The Immovable Force [Durability]

Due to the coarse strength of a gorilla's skin Taki is able to withstand a good amount of extra punishment allowing her to be able to withstand blows from most enemies that most shinobi wouldn't be able to normally withstand. As such blows from strong fighters are reduced by a considerable amount and when struck feel like colliding with a considerably immovable force.

231 WORDS

kagayaku sumire Moriko

SHORT NOTE

deltra of gangnam style

[kagayaku sumire]

THE UNAVOIDABLE SUN

For a moment, as fleeting as a spring breeze, Sumire thought herself on a rough, rocky court of some kind—some kind of sport? Basketball? And in front of her, clear as day, was beloved Momo: blue-and-black shaggy locks, twitching tanuki ears, a smile as bright as the sun. Never stop moving. Never, Sumire thought. Never. Never. We move together! We move together. And then Momo was gone. But not gone: with her still, red fabric soft and warm in her hands. Sumire gripped her tight and moved, allowing her mind and body to go quiet, following Momo’s lead. Grabbing and spinning, claws moving through the air to find blunted purchase across the boy’s chest. Startled, he stumbled back and fell to the ground, his rubber kunai dropping with a dull thump to the dirt below. Never one to let an opportunity pass her by, Sumire, her eyes still screwed shut, was wearing an expression so rarely seen on her normally disinterested, dispassionate face: excitement. Her teeth were bared in a smile that edged closer to frightening than pretty, and she pressed the attack against her and Momo’s foe with a cry. We move together. With a slightly better notion of the boy’s positioning relative to her, now, Sumire leapt forward, landing with her knee in his groin and Momo’s claws pummeling mercilessly against his chest. Were they not blunted, the boy would surely be dead, but as the situation stood it was more likely that he would just be bruised and sore come morning.

Taki Okada Moriko -- 254

LAIKA OF THQ

[Moriko]

✚ Movement, brutal but free ✚

Moriko was a Ha clan member, part of the families that believed deeply in bonds, but also sacrifice. Momo had sacrificed a great number of things to be able to once again pursue her ideals in light of her accident she had had. One of those things being her ability to chose conflict over non-conflict. However, one thing was incredibly clear - Momo was enjoying herself. Combat had never been her prerogative, but it was free and full of motion and that was what the ego weapon truly wanted out of everything. Having successfully found purchase on the boy they two would find themselves wailing on the young man in a fashion he had likely not been ready for.

Momo was warm and her cloak seemed to press inward like an embrace by someone being carried on another's back. Even as the scene got close to being too brutal as the young man was mostly pinned and tapped in the fight. Something the instructor took as a sign to cut them off so that they could continue on with the class and as to not watch the boy become further damaged by the events unfolding.


"Sumire, Moriko - Enough! You have won the spar go ahead and go inside and get some water, and maybe grab the school medic... hhhhhhh," The teacher would call over as they two academy students were seperated and a few bleeding welts appeared on the boys body.

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TAG ✚ Hex: #f0a461 ✚ Notes?

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[kagayaku sumire]

The boy was shielding his face desperately against the onslaught that Sumire and Momo were unleashing on him. The instructor called for them to stop, but Sumire didn’t register what she was hearing, and it wasn’t until she was physically separated from the boy that she realized just how soundly they had won the fight. "Yes, sensei,” Sumire said, sweat dripping from her face and her chest heaving with exertion. Her expression schooled itself, falling back into bland neutrality, but her heart was thrumming with excitement. Not because of the violence, necessarily, but rather—power. Realizing exactly what she could accomplish with Momo around her shoulders, urging her onward, guiding her. She turned to the boy and bowed politely. "Thank you for the match,” she said, before turning and darting off inside, in search of the water and medic that she’d been directed to get. Momo, are you there? she thought, signing as she spoke, just in case she’d been imagining things. It had felt so real in the moment, Momo’s face as voice crystal-clear in her mind’s eye, but… the silence afterwards had been devastating. Maybe she was losing her mind, she thought. She was okay with that. If it was with Momo, then that would be fine.

Moriko -- 215

LAIKA OF THQ

[Moriko]

✚ The New Age Waltz ✚

She was ecstatic at the display of connection that she had managed to show with Sumire in the fight. It was a wild dance, one that was far from the tamed and controlled steps in and out of battle as they focused on weaving their offensive. The careful balance would eventually be struck and Sumire and Momo would be pulled as their connection reached a crescendo. Walking away to get Sumire's state cleared up, and the state of the poor kid they had absolutely mopped the floor with.

As she head the thoughts return to the barrier that stood between them Moriko's reaction also became immediate. Slamming to the glass of distance that kept them from becoming one unit entwined, Moriko tapped at it actively. Her bandit-rimmed blue eyes peering into Sumire's mind like someone looking through a strange peep hole, not a complete image - but it was closer then ever to being truly visible to her companion.

"Momo is right here yes! Sumire can you hear me finally? Come here! Come here! Its Exciting!!!" The voice called back, trying to echo back to Sumire in a way that was like someone headbutting a wall - it was unlikely to have a good result but it was an attempt nonetheless.

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TAG ✚ Hex: #f0a461 ✚ Notes?

tempbyai

[kagayaku sumire]

Come here! Come here! Sumire heard, distantly—as if someone were yelling at her from the other side of a very long hallway. Blindly she followed, allowing her feet to carry her where they wanted to go, hardly putting more than a moment’s thought into anything beyond putting one foot in front of the other. "You helped me,” she called back, though the sound was isolated within the confines of her mind. She signed at the same time, thoughtlessly, as she was used to when communicating with Moriko. "You guided me, showed me where to go and how to move.” She felt a sudden giggle overtake her, and she stifled it with her hands, abruptly feeling something close to hysterical. "We kicked his ass, Momo,” she said, relishing the taste of the words in her mind. "You and me, together.” There was a distance that needed to be crossed, still, but the bridge they were building together was getting closer and closer to being finished, brick by determined brick. Sumire stood in front of a thin glass wall, her hand pressed up against its flat, clear surface… but all she could see was a reflection of herself, staring back at her with glassy red eyes. Her feet carried her to the medic, where she got water and requested assistance on the training field. She pushed her hand up harder against the glass, as if waiting to see if it would fracture—like if she just pushed hard enough, wanted badly enough, it would crumble beneath her fingertips like sand.

Moriko -- 259

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