Tsuya
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Post by Tsuya on Nov 4, 2008 20:20:58 GMT -5
Folklore
"Oi, oi! Where do you think you're going?"
"We're taking this stuff back. Your payment is two months late."
"Two months?" Tsuya looked at the repo man like he had completely lost his mind. "Since when is two months long enough to start taking stuff back?" The man stayed silent, wrote something on his clipboard, then signaled his men to carry the television they had in their arms outside.
"Fine, whatever. No one needs your stinking TV anyway." She crossed her arms and squinted menacingly at the man, who refused to even look up at her in response. "The surround sound SUCKS anyway..."
"Sorry ma'am. It's my job." He finished checking off his list, then headed outside.
Tsuya plopped on on the large beanbag in the middle of her dining/living room and sighed. This was the third time that week. She wasn't really surprised, though. She just felt she had to pretend to be because it was the right thing to do. In reality, she had no money because she hadn't been on a mission in months. And bills had to be paid.
She put her hands behind her head and leaned back in the beanbag chair, reaching over to the coffee table for the remote, but grabbing at nothing more than the dust and scuffed finish. "Man...this sucks..." she whined, but beside where her remote had once been was a stack of envelopes she had ignored. She stuck by the self-instated fact that if she didn't read it, it wouldn't be real. But, she'd been mistaken. Her TV, couch and dining table could attest to that.
She shuffled through the envelopes half-heartedly, tossing the bills behind her. "Bill...bill...crap...crap...blah...BLAH...oh?" She stopped abruptly, seeing a special letter with Tsunade's seal. "HA. A mission, finally!" The purple haired woman sliced the top open with her unusually sharp fingernail with incredible precision, then pulled the letter out and read it's contents.
"Ahhh...shit."
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Post by Sagiri Demo on Nov 4, 2008 20:44:38 GMT -5
The sands would seem to part as those sneakered feet beat a torrent across the grains. Sage scarf flapped in Russki's self-made wind, a piece of paper with a seal clenched in one hand. "Whoa! Sorry!" she hollered out as she came down hard on her heel, twisting to juke and roll just inches away from a woman holding a baby. Her momentum carried her forward and around in her spin, pitching the amethyst-eyed Genin forward. In a flash, her hands were up by her head, crossing one another as she kicked out into a forward roll, back on her feet and turning to give the woman a wave and a grin before continuing on her way.
The crowded marketplace was used to Russki tearing through there five or six times a day now. Milling shoppers shifted one way or the other, tucked their butts in or merely stood still and stiffened up as she vaulted over them, slid under them or skipped around them. Shopkeepers had found optimal positions in which to set up their stalls in order to keep her from smashing into them, her worn path clear and apparent and unobstructed except, occasionally, by the well-meaning, uninformed newcomer. She swerved, tumbled, vaulted and kicked off chairs, stalls and buildings until she was clear of the marketplace and well on her way to Tsuya's house.
She was sure by now that her sensei had gotten the letter also. But she had to go and be sure herself before going and assembling the rest of the squad. "Tsuuuuuuuuyyaaaaaaaa-sennnnnnnnseeiiiiiiiiiii!" she yelled, still running, ever tireless. "Tsuuuuu-" She skidded to a stop as she almost rammed the repo-man walking down the sidewalk with her TV. Watching him for a moment over her shoulder as she continued walking, she then turned and jogged up the path. Russki didn't even bother knocking. Why, when she was just going to be invited in anyway.
"Tsuya-sensei! I just saw these guys with a TV just like yours...must be a popular brand! Ngas is chompin' off you, eh?" Her eyes were bright until she looked around the room, the smile peeling off her face and fluttering to the floor. "Ooooh.....sor-ree...." she apologized, gritting her teeth. A hand went up to scratch at her hair cluelessly as she looked for a topic of conversation, a pleasant change. "So...how's stuff...."
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Tsuya
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Post by Tsuya on Nov 5, 2008 12:03:39 GMT -5
"Cute kid."
Tsuya had just finished mulling over the letter when the girl entered. "Konasu Russki, eh?" She leaned forward in her beanbag and rubbed her chin slowly. Apparently, she was later that she thought with the letter.
You see, her other team had long been disbanded and handed off to another sensei. Now, the Kazekage was assigning her to a team of students that -- for some reason or another -- didn't have a sensei. Pretty much, he was pulling together a band of abandoned misfits to make a "team". But she was positive that wasn't the verbiage the genin's letters would use. They'd just be told that they were being reassigned to Tsuya.
Poor things.
"Well, well. Russki-chama," she began pushing herself up off the beanbag with great difficulty. "We meet--" Everytime she tried to push up, her hands sank back in, making her tilt over to the left side and tumble out on the floor onto her side. "--ow--again. Sorry, give me a moment." She rolled onto her hands and knees, then pushed herself up into a squatting position in front of the girl.
"As I was saying...well, well. Russki-chama!! Who knew you'd be put on my new team!" Tsuya stood from her crouch and looked down at the girl as she pushed a piece of flyaway purple hair back into it's place behind her ear. "I guess you're the first one assigned. You hungry or anything?" Tsuya gestured toward the kitchen. At least the refrigerator was still there.
Though, she hoped she wasn't speaking too soon.
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Post by Sagiri Demo on Nov 5, 2008 22:25:10 GMT -5
Russki grinned and nodded at the mention of her name, lowering herself to the floor in a cross-legged sit. True enough, Russki hadn't even gotten word of what had happened to her old sensei. After the last set of Chuunin exams, her squad had taken some downtime to recover from the loss of their last member, Russki's injury and the stress of training for the competition which they didn't even answer. The Genin had thought it strange that she had not heard from her Jonin-sensei in a matter of weeks. Perhaps they were sick, or had received a promotion.
Regardless, Russki was glad that it was time for a change. Konasu Russki thoroughly approved that message, particularly because Tsuya was practically her idol. There were few things in this world that Russki wanted more than being as strong and as notorious as Suna's glass kunoichi. Being able to train under her was nothing short of a dream come true. "Umm...could I just have a glass of water, please?" Russki asked, a finger to her stitched cheek in thought. "Do you know what happened to my old sensei? I didn't even know the team was getting shuffled. Not that I'm complaining or anything."
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Post by Tsuya on Nov 6, 2008 11:07:39 GMT -5
Tsuya yawned, then scratched the back of her neck. "Meh, sure." She listened to the girl ask about her sensei and her team, as she shuffled to the fridge, placed her fingers around the cool handle, and popped the door open.
The light had blown.
But is was still just as cold. So, she reached in a grabbed the filtered pitcher, setting it down on the counter beside her. So, Russki's team was disbanded too, eh? This would be a mystery she could look into later. What she wanted to know now was who the other two are. Judging by the situation, it seemed she and Russki would be training alone for awhile.
After she had poured the water, a small glass for Russki and a mug for herself, she headed back into the common area and handed her the cup, standing in front of the girl to size her up.
"Hmm. Well. I can't exactly say what happened to your sensei, or your team, just like I can't say what happened to mine. I mean, our split was so abrupt--" She cut herself off to gulp down the water in the mug, then wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "--that I have...no idea...what's going on." This was only the half truth. She had a pretty good idea why she'd been taken off their team as sensei, but that was nothing to scare her new pupil with.
"But that's no reason to delay your training."
It was time to prove she could to this sensei thing again. Something in her was stirring up -- a new exciting spark had lit within her. And Russki was gonna be the one to save her name.
The Kid was back.
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Post by Sagiri Demo on Nov 6, 2008 18:46:38 GMT -5
Russki leaned back on her hands as Tsuya rose to head to the kitchen. She should have been afraid. This was her future, thrust into turmoil. Everything she had known was gone and uncertain. Everything before her was hazy, whose existence was unsure. All she knew now was that Tsuya was her sensei, and she was sitting in her living room, waiting for a glass of water.
Not bad knowledge, yo.
Russki accepted the cup with a nod of thanks, sipping slowly at the nice, cool water washing down her parched throat. Mmmm. She stopped and violet eyes slowly rose as she realized Tsuya was staring at her. So she, too had no idea what was going on. That was too bad. Russki had liked her past sensei and teammate. They had become something of a family over the last year or so. But they weren't family. They were a team. And teams shuffled. Russki repeated that over and over in her head. The quicker she got used to the idea that the life of a shinobi was malleable and static, nowhere near concrete and routine, the easier life would be for her in the future. Tsuya would be her new family for the time being.
"Yeah!" Russki exclaimed, leaping to her feet after setting her cup down, giving a fist pump of victory. Exactly her line of thought. She couldn't wait to get back into training, particularly with this new blood with whose techniques she wasn't completely accustomed to, whose abilities she was unfamiliar with. "We gonna start now?" she asked, eyes bright and hopeful.
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Post by Tsuya on Nov 8, 2008 2:06:42 GMT -5
Tsuya sat the mug down on the nook-like counter, then looked at the girl with cat like eyes gleaming, a certain mischief in them like most felines. That was what she wanted to hear. Some frickin' enthusiasm. Her previous team was seriously lacking the spunk she saw in Russki. Besides...she reminded her of herself at that age.
"Well, I don't see why not!" Tsuya slid into the kitchen, grabbing a notepad from the kitchen table and scribbling out a note. She wanted to have something to put on her door just in case more students arrived. Who knew? Maybe she wouldn't have a full team for awhile. Maybe that would be the best way to train her pupil.
[In the words of Hov] "What the hell are we waiting for?" She ripped the sticky note from the pad and walked over to the front door, hopping over the bean bag to get there. She pressed it firmly on the outside of the door, then signaled Russki to follow with a smile.
"And what better place to train..." she began, hoping she'd know exactly where they were going.
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Post by Sagiri Demo on Nov 11, 2008 14:50:16 GMT -5
It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the easygoing, unobtrusive manner that her first team possessed, and it was no secret that she despised the chaotic energy of her last team. But the fact that things finally seemed like they were going to get rocking and rolling excited the Genin. She was ready to get her shinobi career on track and Tsuya would be the one to help her get it there.
Eyes crackled with electric energy as Tsuya grabbed her notepad, scribbling down a note. Russki didn't have any of her equipment on her, but that was okay. She wouldn't be needing any of it. The Konasu were known for manual asskickings, after all. Kusarigama and shuriken were just icing on that cake. Muscles twitched, waiting for her new sensei to make a motion toward the door. She was raring to go, energy at an all-time high for the road that lay ahead.
Slipping past Tsuya as she turned to stick the note on the door, Russki skipped the steps leading up and simply jumped to the path below, starting to lead the way. The moment Tsuya spoke those words, she knew where they were going and a herd of wild oxen wouldn't have been able to stop her from getting there.
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Post by Tsuya on Nov 13, 2008 20:11:36 GMT -5
Tsuya followed Russki and skipped the steps also, stepping down to the hardened ground below. There was no time to waste. She had something of a special bond with the girl on this day. This day, two castaways ▬ two misplaced kunoichi without a team to call their own ▬ were about to begin a journey to becoming worth something.
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Finally, after a long walk through the village, and finally to the gates, they reached the barren desert. Tsuya remembered how her last team had first met. She'd given them a map and told them to find the oasis that would become their first place of training. It was a fleeting memory though, because not long after a few missions, they would be split again. There was barely even time to bond with the little rugrats. But after taking that moment for granted, she felt as though she was being given another chance with Russki.
And she wouldn't blow it.
"Okay, squirt. Even though we know of each other, we still have to go through the formalities. We're gonna start this thing off right. So, I'll get us goin'," Tsuya began, clearing her throat after her statement. "Well, my name is Tsuya. It's my only name right now. And I'm your sensei. Though, they still call me "freshie" in the jonin locker rooms. I don't mind much, because I like being the new kid. Uh..." she hesitated and pressed her finger to her lip. "I like ramen, but what ninja doesn't, and my favorite color is maroon. That actually came from a mix of my favorite colors being red and purple, but that's irrelevant. I aspire to be the fastest ninja alive."
She tapped her chin with the same finger, then sighed, not in dismay, but in a strange elation that could only come from this sexy and relaxing background music...
"Okay, well, your turn. Tell me all about Russki."
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Post by Sagiri Demo on Nov 15, 2008 10:47:08 GMT -5
Rubber soles crunched easily through the sand, cutting even through the shifting of the arid grains to provide a minimal amount of traction for the Genin. Her steps were brisk, light and jaunty for she had sensed it upon waking up that today would be the dawn of a new day. Of course, she wouldn't have necessarily realized WHY until her letter came from the courier that day, but it was just a tingle in her spine, a quiver in her gut. A momentary lightening behind her eyes that told tale that things would definitely be looking up from now on.
She cast a half glance over her shoulder as Tsuya spoke, kicking her body into a spin so that she was facing the Jonin and walking backward. Eyes were trained like lasers to the woman as she spoke, drinking in her every word. And why not? No one ever got to the top by ignoring those already there and going about things in their own halfcocked way. She thought about her former squadmate who did just that, and ended up getting killed by the dog demon. Prime example of how not to live. If there was any deterrent to Russki ever being a hardheaded motherfucker, that would be it.
Russki would gladly listen to Tsuya, whether she was dealing out advice on how to make her chakra last longer, or telling her about how she separated whites from colors before doing her laundry one day. To the kid, this woman was a celebrity. Her favorite pop star, movie star, model and athlete rolled into one. And Russki had just been invited past the velvet rope. To every little utterance, Russki thought Me, too!, in regards to liking ramen, the color maroon and wanting to be the fastest alive. She was slightly taken aback when Tsuya asked her about herself, and violet eyes momentarily wandered the sands as she wracked her brain. She had never really talked about herself before...never really had a reason to. She very well couldn't repeat the same things Tsuya had just said, lest she look more like a fangirl than she cared to and less like a serious shinobi.
"Ummmm..." she started, raising her head and scratching at her platinum blond hair. "Well, my name is Russki. I'm part of the Konasu clan..." That much was easy. There weren't many within Sunagakure who weren't familiar with the Konasu. Those who knew them on the surface appreciated them for their artsy nature, blowing glass sculptures from the very sands of the village. Those who knew the deeper, darker side of the clan would know they were a family steeped in inner turmoil and had a cemetery's worth of skeletons in their closet. Nonetheless, whatever one's opinion of the 'glass-benders' of Sunagakure and how well they knew them, it was no secret to anyone that you'd be hard pressed to find harder workers who appreciated simple, personal successes.
"I like soup....and I like helping people. I also like to run...a lot. Umm...lessee....my favorite weapon is my kusarigama...I don't have it right now cuz I didn't think I'd need it. I really have to pee...probably should have done that before we left, and I want to be the fastest, but not the strongest kunoichi in Suna...well, second fastest because you're probably faster...because I want to defend my village!" Yeah...that was a good speech. Russki was all fired up now.
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Post by Tsuya on Nov 15, 2008 21:32:08 GMT -5
Great kid, this Russki was. Her heart was in the right place, she had spunk, and she was a Konasu - a clan that Tsuya hadn't had much contact with, but only because she feared the reprocussions of possibly finding her origins. She was accustomed to being a loner, to not knowing jack shit about her past, and using that as a canvas to paint her own future. Who knew what she'd find out if she looked into it.
But back to the story.
Satisfied with both of their answers, Tsuya nodded, but then her gleeful expression turned to a menacing smile. It was time for the fun part. "Well, I have no bells or anything for you to retrieve, but..." she reached into her pocket and pulled out her house keys. "...MWAHA, you have to snatch these keys from my back pocket, grasshopper." She clipped the keyring on her back pocket loosely, and smiled.
"This is gonna be an exercise to see how well you use your already developed techniques to recover an object that seems almost uncoverable. If you can succeed, you move on to lesson two. If not, we stay on lesson one till you figure it out. Sound good?"
With this, she'd gauge Russki's current skill level, and that was all there was to it.
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Post by Sagiri Demo on Nov 16, 2008 16:26:15 GMT -5
Russki turned her head curiously as she and Tsuya finally seemed to find their spot in the center of the desert, stopping. She knew where they were coming, but knew not why. It had to be a mission of some brand, But what could be all the way out in the desolation of sun and sand that could need doing, saving, retrieving, killing, building, fixing or otherwise Russki-fying? She supposed she would find out. That was if the anticipation didn't kill her first.
Key retrieval...it seemed far easier than it was probably was going to be. Russki was by no means cocky or overconfident. In fact, she tended to over-gauge situations, in order to make sure she was truly as prepared as she needed to be for them. Tsuya was a Jonin...she didn't get that position by accident. She was already by default faster, stronger and smarter than Russki. She would take that much and try to put it to her advantage. "Right." Russki said agreeably with a grin, throwing one foot behind her in a starter's stance. She was in no mood to linger on lesson one if she didn't need to.
Pushing off, the rubber soles of her shoes bit into and shoved off of the sands, sending clumps spraying upward as she ran toward Tsuya. It would appear as if she were aiming to barrel right into the woman, but a last minute juke to Tsuya's left would say otherwise as Russki dropped into a slide. Falling back flat, a foot went out to spin her 180 degrees in the sand and in an arc to the right behind the woman, arm snapping out and extending as if aiming to grab Tsuya's donk. No such incidence occurred, though, as a blast of vibration and air were released from her amplifier directly at the keys dangling from the woman's pocket, aiming to dislodge them from their current perch and send them shooting into the air. Once there, they would be fair game.
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Post by Tsuya on Nov 16, 2008 17:28:19 GMT -5
"Hm."
Tsuya scoffed with a smile. She knew the girl wasn't dumb enough to barrel right at her, and by no means was she about to lay a finger on Tsuya's donk. Many had tried, but none had succeeded at that feat. And so, as she watched the girl maneuver quickly, much more cunningly than a regular genin at her level, she was so impressed she thought about taking an L on lesson one and letting her win for being so smart. Lesson two was gonna be so much more fun. But alas, her good judgment would not let her do so.
She needed to teach.
So, right as Russki slid around her, she was already molding chakra to her feet, into the sand around her, and just as the girl reached up to let out the blast of air vibration, a large slab of glass, maybe six to eight inches thick and six feet high, seemed to rise from the sand between them, blocking her attack.
Tsuya looked over her shoulder at Russki through the crude, thick glass and grinned, the imperfections in it making her face look silly and warped.
"Oh, come on. I know you can do better than that!"
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Post by Sagiri Demo on Nov 16, 2008 21:26:02 GMT -5
"No!" Russki yelled, feeling the rumble just as the vibrations rumbled forth from the speaker on her arm. Translucent glass slid upward from the sand, filling in the space between her and Tsuya and blocking her most marvelously-mounted offensive attack. She would at that time make no connection between the glass jutsu that Tsuya used and the fact that her own clan utilized glass-creation jutsu, as the concept intrigued Russki nowhere near as much as the other aspects of her heritage.
Kicking upward, she pushed herself upward on one hand, boosting herself back to her feet. She grinned as Tsuya taunted her from the other side of the glass, pumping her fists enthusiastically. "Damn right I can!" she agreed, charging chakra to her legs. In a less-than-graceful leap, Russki scaled the glass wall, clambering up and over it with a screeth of rubber soles across the slick surface. Wasting no time from atop the wall, she called upon the sand circulating from within her bloodstream at that moment, conjuring two glass shuriken in the palm of her right hand. Flinging them at Tsuya's feet to hopefully get her on the move and off-balance, she fell forward, landing on her hands flush against the flat of the wall. Feet immediately went backward and shoved off, firing the Genin like a missile at Tsuya's legs.
Now she was just going for brute tactics, hoping to simply take the woman down. Once on the ground and discombobulated, getting the keys would be much easier.
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Post by Tsuya on Nov 16, 2008 22:13:27 GMT -5
Heh. Spunk.
Russki's strong point, it seemed.
Who knew? Maybe she could turn this kid into prodigy by the time the Chunin Exams rolled around. It certainly would be fun. As Russki ran up the wall, Tsuya turned quickly to face her, cat like eyes seeming to smile all on their own at the young kunoichi. But as she formed the two glass shuriken in her hand, Tsuya had already formulated a maneuver in her mind.
It was about time that girl showed her Konasu side.
"Why had I never thought of that? Hum," she thought to herself, shunshin-ing to the other side of the glass and reappearing with her arms still folded. This girl was going to be a challenge, if nothing else. It was quite fun. Almost...invigorating. None of her other students were this smart.
"C'MAAAAN, RUSSKI! CATCH ME~!" She cawed. She wanted the girl to force her to use her full potential, but that was probably lessons away.
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