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Post by Jackstraw on Jan 12, 2010 21:50:04 GMT -5
Gawd, the pouring rain. Fuckin' awful.
"Puh-fffffft" Isamu attempted to blow his sopping bangs from his face, only to have them plop back in his face. How he hated Amegakure. He removed his shades for a moment, shaking the water from them; at least the light here was nice and dim. He replaced them, placing his foot up on the railing of the walkway and looking back down into the wide alleyway below. The target group would be passing through there within the hour, but if they didn't show up within the next five minutes, Isamu wouldn't be there to...greet them. He'd be shacked up in a nice hotel somewhere, chowing on some extra spicy beef lo mein. This rain and the bounty on their heads could bite it hard. No money was worth this shit.
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Post by prey4rayne on Jan 12, 2010 22:05:09 GMT -5
Splish Splash, were the sounds as Pumkin, leaped from building to building trailing his targets, he would not let them get away no matter what it meant, including slipping three times, and falling into various places of business, not very ninja like, but he never claimed to be a master of stealth. made evident by his very colorful tattoos, that were completely exposed in his ANBU uniform,
"Jeezus christ fucking superstar, these guys are really pissing me off, is it really necessary for me to follow these guys on foot, couldn't i find a cab or something......these missions keep getting fagier and fagier each time i get one." He said as he landed in the middle of the street. The targets seemed to have stopped at their destination, the doors of the carriage opened and 13 men walked out, this was gonna be alot harder than he thought
"LAME"
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Post by Jackstraw on Jan 12, 2010 22:30:51 GMT -5
Very much so. Now he had to stay out in the rain an extra five minutes to kick some ass. Gawd.
"Hup." Isamu straightened, squinting through the rain to figure exactly how many bodies he'd be carrying back. Huh, what was that? Some kinda.... pink-haired.... little girl? Looked familiar. Probably one of the closer village's elite forces that he'd had to beat down for these bounties. He grinned; a little spice to an otherwise boring job.
He hopped up onto the railing, running along it down closer to the group before launching himself down directly into the middle of the group, grinning ear to ear.
"Hey, fuckers~"
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Post by prey4rayne on Jan 24, 2010 18:16:39 GMT -5
Pumkin noticed some orange haired guy with sunglasses fly directly into the middle of his group, this was not good, He had no fuckin idea who this tangelo was, but he was not about to fuck Pumkins shit up, not now, not when he was so close. Pumkin did a quick hand seal and then vines began to grow his wrist up to his shoulder and out of his shoulder bloomed a large cylinder pumkin with a hole in the front.
"Halloween Style: Bazooka Soliloquy"
The large arm cannon, began shooting grapefruit sized pumpkin grenade at the back of one of the guys head, upon contact it blew the mans head clean off his neck. Blood and brains spewing all over the other men, including the orange haired stranger.
"Now that's a gawdamn bull's eye Geronimo"
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Post by Jackstraw on Jan 24, 2010 18:59:02 GMT -5
"Ugh." Isamu's face contorted, grimacing widely in an almost comical manner as he wiped the gore from his shades. That pink-haired thing would problem, it seemed. He grit his teeth, sneering before pointing his new-found opponent out in a very grand manner. "YOU! BITCH! I NEED THESE HEADS WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? NEH?!"
At this point the group became all too aware of the sudden addition to their ranks, turning their attention from the pink-haired attacker to the loud shinobi rather quickly. Before any action could be taken against him, his pointed finger was suddenly jammed into the nearest skull via the eye socket, effectively popping the man's eyeball and giving a good grip for Isamu to whip his spasming body around to use as a shield against the weapons the others now attempted to use against him. Kunai and shuriken riddled the screaming man's body before the others could even realize what they were doing; he heaved the now used up body into another of the shinobi, sending him flying back under the dead man's weight. Super effective; after all, he'd have to work quickly to get these marks before this intruder could destroy them all.
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Post by prey4rayne on Jan 24, 2010 19:07:38 GMT -5
Pumkin flipped into the air cannon still intact and began firing off multiple grenades at the men beneath him, most of them missed blowing up pieces of the ground and buildings that happened to be in the way. Explosions everywhere, Chaos was spreading and that is the way he liked it. He caught one man in the leg blowing it to the smithereens right below the kneecap, another mans rib cage was quickly removed
"One, little, two, little, three little indians, ALL BLOWN TO HIGH SMOKING HELL" Pumkin yelled with a childish laughter that filled the air as he landed right next to the Orange haired man who didn't seem to impressed with Pumkins way of completing a mission.
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Post by Jackstraw on Jan 24, 2010 19:22:14 GMT -5
Isamu grinned, laughing loudly amidst the sound of falling rain and smell of smoke; ah, the screams were amazing~
He kept moving in spite of this newcomer's troublesome, albeit hilariously fun, intrusions. He had to get at least a good majority of these marks before the other could blow them off the map; a fun little challenge. He caught the one-legged man by the neck with one arm, seizing the back of his head and flipping over him as he drew his arms away with a skillful flick that not only broke his neck but twisted his whole head off with a blood spurt. It flew up into the air, drawing a graceful arc of blood as Isamu landed rather roughly, skidding a step or two before twisting up into a powerful kick that sent the loose head rocketing into another of the mens faces with a satisfying crunch.
"Gawd-fuckin-damn. You guys make this two easy, I'm not even fuckin' tryin'." He stuck out his tongue in boredom, leaning down to wipe a bit of gore from his shoes.
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Post by prey4rayne on Jan 24, 2010 20:16:50 GMT -5
Pumkin Smiled his childish smile as he watched the orange haired man fling people around like crack heads in a windstorm, but also the fact the he wasn't above severing a head or two, he really like how this guy got busy. The cannon and the remaining vines shot back into his wrist, as he twisted his thumb and index finger up and began the process again,this time the vines began to form into his palm and the pumpkin bloomed into a a horrendously jagged hatchet, with a long handle.
"Halloween Style: Hobgoblin's Hatchet"
he began swing the hatchet violently catching onto pieces of the various mens anatomy, Even taking off one guys nose. He swung hard as though he were playing baseball catching a man right smack dab in the chest. He had swung to hard, because the blade was now stuck in the mans chest, he tried his best to get it free
"What the fuck guy, you can't just go around stealing people's stuff, gimme my junk back"
Pumkin said as he tried to dislodge to the mighty weapon, Finally he gave the man a dropkick to the face that released the blade from the mans being. Blood spewing all over pumkins face, he smile and started to do a little jig, spinning around like a little kid in the sprinkler
"Rain, Rain Go Away, Blow your brains the fuck away" He said chuckling to himself
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Post by Jackstraw on Jan 24, 2010 20:44:25 GMT -5
And suddenly another body was heaved right into the dancing thing's pink little head.
"Heads up, li'l miss~" Isamu grinned, already setting into the next couple of men as they came at him. It wasn't anything, just business as usual and this little pinkie was edging in on his turf.
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Post by prey4rayne on Jan 24, 2010 21:17:04 GMT -5
Pumkin was not amused, this guy was getting in the way of his fun, and don't no muthafucka ruin pumkin's fun.
"Yo bitch, whats yer problem, i am trying to do my job and have fun with it, but no, muthafucka's like you gotsta stay puttin hate in my kewl aide, whats up wit that"
Pumkin asked swinging his hatchet in a horizontal motion slamming it into the side of one of the guys jaw, pretty much leaving him with half a face.
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Post by Jackstraw on Jan 24, 2010 21:33:46 GMT -5
He half-caught the weapon as the little boy (no self-respecting girl would have such an unsexy voice, after all =P) wedged it into his face, bracing against it for a long moment before a large grin spread from cheek to split cheek.
"...if that's all you got, you deserve the ass whoopin' I'm 'bout to lay on that little ass." His grip on the blade tightened, drawing more blood; he twisted, retching it and the little boy it was attached to forward. He drove his knee into his face, sending him flying back an arm's length before jerking him back into his knee again in quick succession. And again. And again. After the fifth time, instead of jerking his mauled face into his knee once more, he was flung around past him, out and into another of them men who'd taken advantage of the momentary distraction to try and charge the two; he and the little pink-haired dude were sent flying back, leaving Isamu standing there licking the blood from his hand. "Little piss ant. Try harder. I can tell you're fuckin' better than that."
He tucked one hand into his pocket, raising the other to his split and bleeding face. There was a moment of greenish glow as he healed the wound before spitting out a bit of the remnant blood onto the flooded ground.
"C'mon." He grinned again, gesturing the boy back toward him again. After all, he was the first one to be able to lay a finger on him so far.
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Post by prey4rayne on Feb 4, 2010 0:10:42 GMT -5
Out of the jumbled mess of bodies flew a football sized orange spider with a large purple tattoo on its abdomen that slammed into mans chest, it then clung tight, its legs that resembled vines began to spread across his body and wrap him up mummy style. Pumkin then emerged from the heap of corpses and wiped the blood from his mouth. He began to smile showing his blood soaked teeth before spitting some of the blood from his mouth.
"Ya know what fella, that was totally not kewl, i mean gawd damn, how you gonna run up and totally piss in my cornflakes. Where do they do that at? i ask you"
Pumkin said in a jolly mood as he got closer and closer to the entangled man, "I mean c'mon i just needed these heads, but no.....somebody always has to fuck shit up, but since you seem to be down to earth kinda guy, i will keep it simple. This shit right here, is called Salmonella's Succubus, basically once locked on to you, it sucks away your chakra until the little tattoo is full, once that is done, the vines will be activated and it will release a lethal toxin right into your blood stream, killing you in less than 25 seconds"
He then turned his back and began to shift through the bodies looking for the heads he was supposed to be collecting.
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Post by Jackstraw on Feb 7, 2010 0:21:59 GMT -5
Isamu groaned, rolling a bit before kicking out; his shoe flew off his foot, striking the boy in the back of his head.
"Oi! I'll cut chu a deal, squirt. Get this thing off of me, and I'll give you half that bounty and won't kill your little punk ass." He grinned, wiggling his toes at him as he spoke loudly, seemingly unconcerned about the large spider attached to him that would shoot him full of venom any second now. "Hell, I'll even buy you a drink since they don't serve kids anymore."
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Post by prey4rayne on Mar 27, 2010 1:04:47 GMT -5
Pumkin thought about the offer for second, and finally decided that half the money and a free drink, he couldn't beat that with an iron stick. But before releasing him, he started throwing some of the severed heads into a burlap sack that he had brought with him, Souvenirs of a job well done he thought. He looked over and noticed the orange haired man was getting adjitated but he would just have to wait.
"Dont' get all antsy on me, almost done" He said throwing the last head in the bag. He then did a few seals before tapping the spider. The timer stopped and released its grasp on the stranger. "There your free, so how bout that drink"
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Post by Jackstraw on Mar 27, 2010 1:22:50 GMT -5
Just as the boy finished his sentence, Isamu's fist was in his face, popping him real quick in the nose before hopping up to his feet.
"How about that punch in the face, bitch?" He chuckled, whirling around with his hands behind his head, face cocked upward to peer at the boy from below the rims of his shades. The punch probably wasn't necessary, but this kid was rather intriguing; a hit in the face was the playground equivalent of throwing sand at a crush from him, after all. "Heh. Gittup kid, let's get some sauce in that blood."
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