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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Sept 27, 2010 12:51:07 GMT -5
Shield and spear shall not be dominated
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Post by blacktothefuture on Sept 27, 2010 22:48:14 GMT -5
Spartans.
Ever-present masters of war we will hear over and over again about their tales and conquests. Tried and true on the battlefield one such kindred spirit walks through his life without fear. Never backing down even in death, never giving up even in defeat, resolution like marble and determination like a flood he is the spartan!
[Episode 14 - What is your possession?!]
It is a cool September morning that finds our warrior trotting down the well-traveled path to school. However this morning something is different about his walk. It displays not a new confidence but a new knowledge, new assurance. Perhaps it comes from his latest "backpack"?
All is not well however for when our subject reaches the beginning of the school hallway a second year with an orange arm band that reads "GUARD" holds out his hand.
"Excuse me, may I speak with you a moment mr...?"
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Oct 1, 2010 18:13:48 GMT -5
ichimora might i help you?
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Post by blacktothefuture on Oct 2, 2010 11:08:46 GMT -5
"Ichimora. Right. Could I take a look at your backpack? It'll only be for a moment" the guy requests. He does so in a noticeably polite tone and phrases it more as a request than a demand.
Though that is probably not the case.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Oct 2, 2010 15:25:18 GMT -5
why it is my training weight. Take off pack and hand it to him
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Post by blacktothefuture on Oct 3, 2010 13:05:34 GMT -5
"Training weight?" he says hefting the backpack a bit after you hand it over.
"Ah, it is a bit on the heavy side isn't it. Hmmm.." he thinks for a moment. Hefting your backpack a few more times and giving you a once over he continues. "I can't quite remember the backpack weight limit off the top of my head and you seem like an honorable guy".
He hands your backpack back to you.
"Just don't hit anybody with it okay".
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Oct 4, 2010 16:50:12 GMT -5
hadn't planned on it. thanks (take pack) have a nice day
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Post by blacktothefuture on Oct 5, 2010 10:58:54 GMT -5
"You too" the guy calls before moving on.
Ichimora continues on to class. On the way through B-wing he spots a fight that has broken out! A large and powerfully built second year and a tall and lanky second year are back to back defending against three circling third years.
When he is closer Ichimora notices that the two in the middle resemble the preformers that have tried to fight him and his friends before. Badly.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Oct 6, 2010 19:49:59 GMT -5
jump in and take up a third position in this back to back tango
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Post by blacktothefuture on Oct 7, 2010 1:15:45 GMT -5
Ichimora leaps in, slipping past the circling students with ease and taking his place among the two victims.
"Huh? Aren't you-?" the guy with scraggly hair tries to ask Ichimora but is cut off by his muscular comrade.
"No time. Block!"
One third year lashes out with a side-kick at the scraggly guy (on your right) while another comes down with both fists onto the shoulders of the muscular guy. The third attempts to clap his hands over Ichimora's ears and Ichimora is just barely quick enough to try and defend...
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Oct 22, 2010 20:20:44 GMT -5
forceful pary
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Post by blacktothefuture on Oct 26, 2010 0:37:59 GMT -5
Ichimora brings his arms forward and knocks away each of the two arms of his attacker at the inside of the wrist thwarting the clap!
Muscular guy and scraggly guy brace against each other back to back, each of them taking the hits dealt to them straight on. Scraggly guy takes the kick in the chest while almost curling around it. Muscular guy takes a nice low stance and with that the hits that come crashing onto his shoulders.
Ichimora now has a chance to attack back!
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Oct 26, 2010 14:37:20 GMT -5
Spartan kick to the face of my attacker!
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Post by blacktothefuture on Oct 27, 2010 1:23:25 GMT -5
The kick lands a bit shy of his face but still sends him stumbling back a couple of feet. The guy looks surprised that Ichimora has it in him.
Scraggly haired guy throws himself on his side and snaps his leg out in a weird variant of a roundhouse kick at his attackers inner thigh, connecting for some damage. Muscular guy brings his foot up in a clock-wise arc connecting with the side of his attackers face and bouncing his head off the lockers.
"You piece of shit!" the one fighting scraggly hair growls bringing his foot tip-first into scraggly hair's side causing him to let out a painful yelp. His muscular friend is also counter attacked by a vicious one-two-three straight punch combo that rattle his ribcage!
Ichimora has an opponent of his own to face however. This time looking to rush in low, arms wide apart in preparation for some kind of leg grab.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Nov 1, 2010 13:22:30 GMT -5
dodge and grab sumo style
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Post by blacktothefuture on Nov 1, 2010 23:08:57 GMT -5
Ichimora attempts a counter-grab but to no avail! Right as he begins to move in the guy stops and turns his forward momentum into a straight punch that gets Ichimora right in the jaw!
"You're in over your head guy!" he calls.
Muscular guy steps out in an attempt to stomp his enemy's knee. His enemy pivots out of the way and bursts forward with a double-palm that sends muscular guy off kilter enough so that he trips over his scraggly haired friend! Third enemy third year gives them both another kick to their sides.
"You'd better..*hah!*..respect..*hah!*..your elders!" he says in between kicks.
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Post by blacktothefuture on Nov 10, 2010 2:42:27 GMT -5
Wait, wait, hold up!
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No no no. Looks like the producers are daydreaming again 'cause that isn't how it happened at all. More like this...
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Ichimora is walking down the hall having just passed inspection from a student guard when he spies two of those guys who fought with his friends on a field trip not too long ago. Both of the guys are getting their asses kicked by a group of second years pretty hard core. Tossing an irritated glance their way Ichimora concludes that it serves them right.
A little farther down however he runs into something a bit more to his interest. Someone in a big blue bear costume stands directly in the middle of the hall and looks to be passing out flyers for something.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Nov 29, 2010 16:19:24 GMT -5
take a flyer
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Post by blacktothefuture on Dec 1, 2010 13:01:41 GMT -5
You take a flyer.
It has an elaborate border consisting of leaves and flowers patterned all around its edge. In the center in flowery kanji it reads HELP TACKLE DRUGS ON CAMPUS!.
The drug-free cohalition for Onagi High as well as the Football, Rugby and Sumo teams invite YOU to take on the challenge. All this week at lunch we'll be handing out information about how to handle peer pressure and what to look for to prevent drug use on campus. In addition there will be a daily contest to see if you're up to the task of tackling some of Onagi High's other biggest obstacles!
Winners will recieve all kinds of prizes from martial arts gear to discount cupons for local business and restaraunts.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Dec 6, 2010 13:19:19 GMT -5
awwwwwwwwwwwww yeah i've got club activities to attend to.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Dec 7, 2010 22:17:59 GMT -5
snap to it boy!
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Post by blacktothefuture on Dec 10, 2010 13:42:38 GMT -5
Life has no place for people who create a nuisance of themselves blurting out new sentences before they've gotten answers for the first. Try not to double post next time alright man?
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Flyer in hand the rest of the school day seems to just fly by. Mr. Tanaka's history class rolls on by, Ms. Yukari's English class goes the same way as it came : confusing, P.E., math, they are but small events in a greater day. This particular greater day coming to a head when Ichimora finally arrives at the destination he has been seeking all day.
Beyond the threshold that gives way to one of the larger of the schools fields stand a grouping of large, stout, and all around muscular guys listening to on leader. A little ways off are a group of first years eagerly awaiting to be called upon.
Ichimora has found his way to Rugby : Team Try-Outs!
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Jan 11, 2011 23:19:34 GMT -5
lets get it on
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Post by blacktothefuture on Jan 12, 2011 12:27:00 GMT -5
Atop Onagi-High's second largest field stand the Rugby Team. This particular day finds them all standing together watching large brutish high school kids of various ages and weights bashing into one another for the chance to strive with the already established team for greater glory on the rugby fields of tomorrow!
As Ichimora approaches the assembled masses he is hailed by one of the guys surveying the event. He is stout, broad and set with bulky muscle that shows all over despite wearing a uniform and shoulder pads.
"My name is Yosaku Houtei, I'm captain of the Rugby Team. Who are you and how are you gonna prove you got what it takes?!" the guy shouts.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Jan 16, 2011 19:57:40 GMT -5
im am grien ichimora and i will be a great player WHEN you allow me on the team
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Post by blacktothefuture on Jan 19, 2011 1:32:34 GMT -5
Houtei marches up closer to Ichimora looking him over.
"That's well and good Ichimora. But why should we let you on to the team in the FIRST place? What good are you to us?" he barks.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Feb 18, 2011 21:53:03 GMT -5
I will need a tryout to prove myself
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Post by blacktothefuture on Feb 22, 2011 14:39:45 GMT -5
"You heard him boys! Give him a try out!" the guy shouts.
Immediately everyone on the field falls into formation on either side. One of them tosses Ichimora a ball.
"Get on the left. Make it to the right and we'll talk!" he grunts.
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Post by mrbuzzsaw on Feb 26, 2011 3:20:30 GMT -5
RAWWWWWWWWWWWW! gonna faint a rush to a jump roll over the top of the guy that ducks low to nab me
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Post by blacktothefuture on Feb 28, 2011 13:23:35 GMT -5
Ichimora no sooner dives in and begins to run a slick maneuver than does he find himself surrounded on all sides! With unbelievable quickness he is being tackled and battered from seemingly every direction! A guy on his back, a guy for each side, a couple of guys piled at the base of his legs grabbing and locking, a guy at his head.
His toughness serves him well against the assault allowing him to maintain not only conciousness but defend decently against this mound of men. As he begins to free himself from a few of the grips he hears a gruff voice shout from in front of him.
"Pass the ball!"
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