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=Izanagi stood there among them as Kirinji mentioned that the others musts till be moving forward with their mission at the monastery. He nodded his head but in the manner that he did so with an expression of such deep reflection upon his face it could be known that there was something about...

The man was not in the slightest amused, and if that had not been evident enough from the start then it would most certainly become apparent so by the reaction that would occur in hs facial expression, in regards to her own facial expression. One of the most renown things about Hayato was the...

In that moment the Tengu kept staring at the man as he went over the story about his past life. He knew that the man had asked him a question but this...this was something that griped him firmly and he couldnt help but pay very close attention; scrutinzing every detail of what he told him but...

The moment that Kirinji started to ask his questions he started with a lead in that would bring a visible reaction to Izanagi's face. One that was like someone who had xperienced a trauma was trying to repress the ways that the interior locks on the inside of the mind started to come undone and...

-In the moment that the young Seiryu said such a thing as the woman was preparing to exit she would have stopped...and for that brief moment the slightest semblance of emotion that they had ever seen upon her face would manifest. Irritation, looking at the shinobi like a scolding parent. The way...

-The moment that the man had started to ask if this was Naraka The Tengu started to chuckle and shake his head, starting off mild and then it could be told in how persistently he did so and rapidly that he was no longer shaking his head to the question itself but to the idea of something else...

There he was, indeed plugged into the mind and memories - and yes indeed perhaps even the dreams of another's mind. But who would that be in particular? It could not be told of the top of the matter but one thing was for certain, the dreamscape was in a way manipulated and influenced by what was...

Location: Memorial Of the Suitengu Time: 9:30 AM Weather: Sunny, clear skies. Standard Nightmare Rules Apply Post order: Kirinji > The Tengu The day was bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky - this place? It came to you in a dream unlike any other that you had, a dream much a kin to almost...

There were good questions being asked. If not a bit pointless and otherwise distracting from the key matter at hand - still good questions. He looked between the each of them - starting with Kasami as she was asking her own questions with the occasional glance at Ko. They had severed their...

He was up-...no upset did not quite encompass what it was that he was feeling at the moment. While she was standing there looking into the stands daydreaming about matters that were yet to even come to fruition he was standing here examining her...pulled into this waste of time by a favor owed...

Couldnt help but chuckle at Kirinji's question about delivery. Folding his arms in an almost challenging manner to the idea that Kirinji could pull any such thing off, not to mention the lingering thought of the flattery if he could do such a thing he commented back with a gest of his hand: "You...

He was working it all out in his head as he explained, as coded as his explanation was. He got there, displaced - and then was greeted by "the host". With what he knew the host had to have been the Genma themselves - the footsoldiers for had he met with the leader, the one whom truly hosts them...

The moment before Kirinji had emerged from the shadows Takewa had already been looking with a bit of confusion in his brow. Then the moment that he came clearly into view there was apparent confusion on his expression...he had gone out on the mission with the others - had he not? He saw them...

"Heh, yeah you're good. But like this? That wont matter - you just wont make it." The man said watching the way that the man seemed to make a sudden change in himself as if an epiphany had struck him along with the explosions. He had blocked the brunt of it - but the man knew that there was...

His heart was fluttering, like a flag flapping in a hurricane it beat against the wall of his chest out of control. Every moment that he thought he had it under control he would just fall back to exasperation with the next unbalanced beat of his heart. He was overwhelmed and it was showing in...

There was a certain something that went off in Oyodo's head when the question was asked to him. You could see it in the way that he looked over at the man once he had. There was a thoughtful hesitation in the man's motion but not in a way as if he was not wanting to indulge him...but more so in...

The man inquired as to the name, of the ancient clan. Almost synonymous with response he looked down at the gauntlet on his arm and then looked back to the man over his shoulder: "I can not speak it." And he continued to walk through the courtyard. He seemed to be looking for something, or...

Oyodo's eyes from behind the mask did not glow as they did before but in a way they still carried some form of resonance. The moment that he had asked what he was in now his eyes darted to the corners of his eyes as if to look back at the male without actually turning his body, but in a way it...

As the lift started to get up to the upper floors there were only fleeting moments before Izanagi would come into view of the two. All the while before they arrived there would be no sensible source of life nor chakra in the room...however he was very much there. Something about the man was as...

The screams of the Zenku only got louder and louder as its body gave in to the crimson energy around it's throat. And the more that it gave in it could be told that the more relentless Oyodo started to become. The way that he had the whip drawn tight around his neck and yet still continued to...