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I've come up with a way to get the bell, I really have. And teamwork is super involved. I have even come up with an ass backwards way for both of us to pass before the whole "this exercise was all about teamwork" thing even if we fail. My one issue is how Asuka and I are gonna get you into position to pull it off, especially because I can't show Mao-sensei everything yet in order to get the drop on him. The whole traps everywhere thing really fucks it all up, as well as we really can't lure you anywhere, seeing how we have to come to you for the bell. Hell of a stacked deck my man, I'm racking my brain to come up with a solution.

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Nope, never mentioned it, you never asked. Taibushi honestly feels to confused around Asuka to ask for hers.

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And feel free to enjoy the ticking time bomb you've set off in this poor boys head.

Also, if your wondering, the dropping of the Sensei title towards the end of the post is intentional. It's to reflect the way Taibushi is currently viewing Mao-sensei. He gave him the title in speech to "give" respect, though right now it's about 99.9% resentment.

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Taibushi Modobo

"Well, it looks like our other squad mate won't be joining us today. Now since we've got the pleasantries over with why don't we start out with a little test so I can get a measure on your abilities?" Mao-sensei said and began walking out the door. As he passed, he ruffled Taibushi's hair, the sudden show of lighthearted affection lifting his spirits. "So he's not disappointed in me it would appear," he thought to himself. He turned and followed his instructor out the door along with the other genin, eager to prove to his Sensei that he was worthy.

After a while of walking, along the way not much was said, they made it into a clearing just outside the village, the forest surrounding all other sides. Near the middle of the clearing, there was a memorial for the fallen shinobi whom had come before. Breaking away from the other two for a moment, Taibushi stopped before it. He kneeled before it, bowing, his forehead almost touching the ground, palms place flat upon that same ground. It was a position of total submission, total respect. "Thank you. I am proud to be counted amongst you, and I will not let you down," he said softly. He stood and broke into a light jog to catch up with the others. He pondered on how ironic it was, that his journey as a shinobi would start in a place that it must, inevitably, end.

Following the other two slightly further, Mao-sensei stopped and turned to face them. ". . . right. Usually this is done in groups of three, but since only two of you are here, we'll just take this one away. Your other classmate can compete against the loser. This is called the Bell test, its supposed to measure your ninja abilities and weed out those genin who aren't ready for practical missions. Failure in this test will mean being sent back to the academy. Genin are to attempt to take the bell from their instructor. Those who have a bell at the end of the allotted time period will pass, all others will fail." Taibushi's eyes widened at this statement, "WHAT!?!? How can this be, I've already washed out twice, is he being serious that I can still end up back there?" Mao-sensei re attached the bell to his utility jacket and continued, "Now, I want you both to come at me with everything you have. Attack me with the intent to kill!"

Before Taibushi could even react to his newfaound, if quite bewildering, orders, he fellow genin took off. She was clutching a katana, still sheathed at he hip. "Really, just running head long at him, what in the hell could this woman be thinking," he thought, "as much as I may dislike to see her get beaten down, it will give me a nice chance to analyze Mao-sensei and come up with a proper strategy, since she clearly seems to not be using one." He stood back watching intensely, during her dash, Mao-sensei got low, a good defensive posture, and began to reach for something. But midway through his motion his fellow pupil disappeared, shocking Taibushi, and their Sensei to, by the look on his face. She appeared behind him suddenly, sword drawn, "Wait, she covered that distance and drew her sword that fast! How in the hell am I supposed to compete with that?" Mao-sensei, on the other hand, while still shocked, was able to almost match her speed as he turned to defend himself. Taibushi began to feel slightly out of his league, when the girl disappeared yet again, this time however with a terrified scream. It took him a moment to notice the difference, where she had been standing but a moment before, there was a hole in the ground. "How the hell did that happen..... Earth style maybe? No couldn't have been, no handsigns. He didn't place a hand on the ground or anything, it just appeared. If that was jutsu he so far out of our league we may as well just pack out bags and head back to the academy now."

Taibushi squinted a little, still analyzing his mentors response to this. Mao-sensei stood appearing quite confident, as though he knew that would happen. "Mao-Sensei lecture number one. . . always be aware of your surroundings. Since you've already fallen victim I suppose I'll tell you that the entire training area is rigged with obstacles. If you charge in head-long without a sensory-type as proper support your only going to keep running into them. Now then, I suppose your next," He said turning his attention to Taibushi. "Oh shit," he said, readying himself. He learned nearly nothing from that exchange other than he was no match for either of these two in close combat, and that this whole area was already rigged. "Wait," he thought, "there is slightly more information to garner from that than just that. Mao-sensei has stacked the deck against us here, already. But why? Why would he need to set up such an elaborate battle ground just to take on three genin, he's a jounin for crying out loud. Surly he must be able to stand and fight us...... Unless he really isn't. I doubt he intends to fail all of us by making this entirely too hard. So then perhaps there is something here I am missing." He finally noticed the bow leaning against a tree on the edge of the clearing, "So he's an archer. Ok, got that, plus the traps, and he displayed quite a legitimate face of shock. He even turned his back to me to defend against an attack he surely knew would fail. He lured her in fully, hook line and sinker. He didn't stop acting till the trap was already sprung. Experience? Reflexes? No, not that, it must tie into his style. He got us separated, he want to take us on one at a time. That's it, our numerical advantage might just be enough to take him on fairly. Shinobi squads are typically organized to make them balance and well rounded, to prevent any one ninja from become to much of a threat should they go rouge. In theory at least, if we both work together we can take him on. As for who gets the bell, well we'll wait and see."

Suddenly Mao-sensei wove two handsigns, And Taibushi felt slightly funny. He blinked, and then before him stood the single thing he feared more than anything in life. His mother stood before him, light blonde hair hanging down from her head that was lowered, staring at the ground. The smell of alcohol hit him, and he noticed the bottle of sake hanging loosely in her right hands grip. She let out a small, probably even able to be considered cute by some, hiccup. She raised her head slowly, her hair still obscuring most of her face as she took an uneasy step forwards, her head cocking to one side, revealing a glossy eye. The eye of a person so far drunk they're not even able to consider their actions. Taibushi took a step back, his heart beating rapidly, his eyes wide and whole body trembling with fear, he began to hyperventilate. He was devolving into a mess and was barely able to control himself any more than she was. How many times, how many times had he ended up in the hospital when she had been like this? How many times had he been far too scared to tell anyone about it, even his own father? He thought back, to the times he could remember before his first day at the academy. The bruises, the broken bones even. This woman was nothing but the foulest of evil with that bottle in her hand. The times he would get to see the other children play with their mother, be held by them and comforted. He so wished he could have gone to one of them to be held and comforted too. To be whisked away and protected from the monster that now stood before him.

And then the day came, the one day Taibushi was genuinely glad he got to grow up in the cutthroat hold no bars village known as Amegakure. The place was a hellhole, the government greatly corrupted, and crime was rife on all levels of society. You see, in such a village, the shinobi are more than willing to take a mission or two on the side. The village, while displeased that it reduces their income, is content to allow it so the citizens can solve their own problems, albeit at risk. The one thing about his mothers drunken stupors that he could take advantage of he did, snagging a little bit of money here and their. She wouldn't notice, the amount was so little, and she was so drunk, she would assume to bottle simply had cost a little more than she remembered. Over time this money added up, and with it Taibushi was able to put a Shinobi to work. He hired him for one purpose, his own mothers assassination.

And then it clicked, she was dead, he had "walked in" on the remains and alerted his father of the "tragedy". He came to this realization just in time, he had been so transfixed by fear that he had gotten tunnel vision. But now, know this was some kind of god awful genjutsu, he was able to take in his surroundings, and noticed a storm of shuriken flying in his direction. The new threat finally detected, Taibushi was able to shoot out enough chakra threads to intercept the one that would collide with him. one they were attached he waited till the last second to maneuver his arms an hand in a quick yet grand sweeping motion, manipulating the threads to throw the shuriken of to either side of him before releasing them. To the untrained eye it would had simply appeared as though he shooed them away with but a gesture. He formed a handseal and concentrated. It took a second or so before he mustered up the internal fortitude to, but he dispelled the genjutsu.

"Mao-Sensei," he said solidly, firmly. It was far different from the stuttering fool he presented himself to be earlier, though that is just honestly how he is. "If you EVER do that to me again," He continued, his voice rising as he did. "Regardless of now serious you are about us having the intent to kill you," he pulled his storage scroll out as he spoke, "I swear to you I will!" He listed his head up to look at his instructor. His face was cortorted in rage, twitching slightly even. His eyes, normally very bright, were darker, as though they were reflecting his darkened mood. A single tear streamed down his left cheek. "EVEN IF I HAVE TO TEAR YOUR FUCKING THOAT OUT WITH MY GODDAMNED TEETH!!!!!!!!!" He finished, roaring at Mao in anger as he tossed the scroll up. It unrolled as he did.

I quick succession he place both hands on the parchment in a small puff, A fuma shuriken appeared in each hand. He threw them at an odd angle, one to each side, the spin and the tilt on them causing their trajectory to alter. The were forming a crescent shape, one to either side, and would intersect where Mao was currently standing. With yet another small puff, there was a kunai in either hand, these were thrown straight at Mao, no tricks, just a straight line from Taibushi to Mao. Though with enough force to continue on past him if he were to dodge. Finally, the last puff left Taibushi hold 4 shuriken in either hand, these were thrown out wide and well, but with a twist on them, causing their trajectory to barrel roll, going out diagonally, before raising and coming back together, the spin would continue until they were descending down from above. The whole process took about a second to pull off. It should leave a fuma approaching Mao from either side, two kunai from the front, and eight shuriken from above.

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Wow, you guys are in for a treat, you are about to look into the abyss of Taibushi's mind, well, just you, not the characters. You may or may not want to look for tissues.

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So ironically Saturday is actually pretty busy for me. If after all the festivities I am not wiped out I will put a post up, if not there will be one tomorrow.

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Taibushi Modobo

"Oh, no, it's fine. But, please try to look where you're going next time... Rushing things can lead to bad situations, and bad situations can lead to a lot of trouble... You're okay though, right?" Taibushi smiled slightly, partly because of his good fortunes of not being beaten, and partly because of her concern. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you," He said as he got back onto his feet. This was beginning to seem odd, that he could actually speak to her without much thought, but he brushed it out of his mind as he finally got to see his new instructor.

The man had paler skin, much like his own and the genin standing next to himself, with jet black hair that while shorter than both of theirs, still had fair length to it. However when he caught the jounin's eyes he stopped. The hue of them was unique, he had never seen eyes like them in person, nor were they well spoken of such as the sharingan. He began to think back to various books he had read while learning more about the leaf after moving here with his father, but had his train of thought derailed by his instructor speaking.

"Well, at least two of you are here so we might as well begin. When the straggler comes I'll just have you two fill him in, explaining a second time would take too much effort. As you've no doubt deduced I'm to be your new instructor. My name is Mao of the Kagami clan and I'm quite pleased to meet both of you. Before becoming your instructor I served as part of an interrogation squad. I figured we might as well start off on the right foot, candy?"

Taibushi thought about it, and remembered, the Kagami clan, they were possessors of a blood line dojutsu. While not as flashy of fancy as others, it did give them remarkable resilience to genjutsu. Furthermore, the eyes would flare, their gold hue deepening when one was attempting to be used on them. That would be incredibly important to Taibushi. As his lack of skill in genjutsu left him quite vulnerable to the techniques himself, having an early warning system around could be quite handy.

"No thank you, I'm fine," the genin beside him responded to the offer of free sweets. Taibushi on the other hand was quite eager to get his hands on such things. He opened his mother to speak, "Um........ y-y-yes, I a-a-actua-a-aly would like some." His mouth snapped shut, and his eyes widened slightly as he directed his gaze towards the ground. "HOW, YOU WERE DOING SO WELL. YOU CAN JUST WALK UP TO RANDOM NICE LOOKING GIRLS AND PULL OFF NOT SOUNDING REDICULOUS BUT THEN YOU FLOUNDER IN FRONT OF YOUR INTRUCTOR!!!" he thought to himself angrily. he sort of shuffled forward sheepishly before lightly picking two out of the mans hand. "I-I-I'll take one for our o-o-other squa-a-admate," He always felt so ashamed when this stuff happened, how is one supposed to be a successful shinobi if they can't even speak properly. It make him look like a fool, and not anyone anybody should take seriously.

"Well then, now that you know a little about me let's hear what you have to say about yourselves. Why did you decide to join the Academy? What was your inspiration for becoming a ninja?" "Well, I-" "Actually, that might take too much time. . ." "Never mind…" The exchange between them went by uninterrupted by Taibushi. He would have liked to tell his tale, but frankly, after his sad display, he didn't feel much like talking either of them. He noted the genin's head turning to observe the door, and her sighed remark. Obviously social skills were not his forte, but he thought she seemed, disappointed? Maybe? he wasn't sure but his gut told him that was what it was. His chest ached slightly and he turned away from her. "I hope my pitiful display has not dissuaded her from talking to me. For whatever reason I can actually talk to her without issues, and it feels, nice...." his thought trailed away.

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It's that time I suppose.

.........Aaaaaaaaaand, done. There, sorry if it is difficult to read through. I tried breaking it up more to ease reading it, I think it looks nicer anyways. Anything that reads really awkwardly, is probably the beers doing.

Warhammer 40k: The Emperor's Hands (An Imperial Guard special forces RP)

Oreally, huh? My bad, I could have sworn he had a microbead.

Warhammer 40k: The Emperor's Hands (An Imperial Guard special forces RP)

The Catachan barked orders over the sound of the firefight, returning fire even as he did so, "Yeah, I like this one," thought Patrick. He curtly nodded and began to head off to the Command center when hell really did break loose. There was the distinct sound of lascannons and heavy bolters, but that too failed to compare to the roaring of the Demolisher cannon firing, and detonating both itself and the Valkyrie. The sheer force of the explosion threw Patrick though the air, he tumbled over at least three times, he lost count, and then consciousness. When he landed, he did so head first, and the ferrocrete of the landing pad was far from forgiving. He regained consciousness to see of all things, a ratling sniper scurring to his aid, the small abhuman managed to help him to his feet, and lead him through the firefight the rest of the way to the command center. Once inside Patrick was able to regain more of his senses, enough to realize the ratling was talking to apparently nobody. That was until Patrick remembered that microbeads even existed. "How hard did I hit my head?" He asked running his hand through his hair. Feeling something wet he pulled his hand back infront of his face. "That bad huh," he said looking at his own blood. He leaned back against the wall, and slowly slid down it. He was still heavily dazed, and was having a hard time even thinking, there was just, a feeling, as though he had forgotten something, and it was nagging at the back of his mind. He force the thought away, as bad shape as he was in, he could hardly afford to be distracted as well. He placed a hand on the ratling's shoulder, "Thank you, I owe you one, but I do have one last favor to ask, as you probably have to head past anyways, mind helping me to the new toy the Sargent has felt all to polite to give me?" He shakily got to his feet, steading himself against to wall for support. In this condition he knew that his rifle would be pointless, he slung it across his back and pulled his Auto pistol from his pocket, a belt from the other, and after a minut or so of fumbling, had finally managed to load it. "What do ya say?" He asked the ratling extending a hand down to him.