1. Respect is required no matter the situation. Failure to comply will result in game termination.
2. Complaints, situations, disagreements will be discussed accordingly between players.
3. Each participant holds the right to ask a third-party to review the role-play.
4. Mutual standards are applied to concepts such as god-mod[0 toleration] and close-ended actions.

General Standards –

5. No attacking on the first post. EVER.
6. NPC's X count are allowed as logical consistencies.
7. Turn-based, online-para; 7-day turn limitation enabled.
8. Fantasy - Unlocked.
9. Mock Death Match
10. You have a limit of 2 attack actions per post. Transformations take half of that, and any actions left over can be carried over to your next post.
11. No Numerical Speeds nor Teleportations [Counts as God mod].
12. Both Characters indeed have a choice know each other.
13. Final Call on who has won will be made by players, and if need be an acceptable judge.
14. Say I accept if you understand these rules.




I, Kaishi, accept.

I will also be taking first post.

I, Synyster Kenshou, accept these terms.

Mood Music:

The winds blew fierce that day. Like God's own breathe sweeping across the land bringing with it an oncoming storm. You could see it in the distance, over the open ocean. Large, dark thunder clouds. Hell, this was the village of hurricanes after all. Still, something about today, with the abnormally furious gusts was just...

Ominous.

He peered across the land through eyes that reflected the storm at his back with their shades of blue and grey. Wind occasionally blowing his hair, just shy of shoulder length, all around his face. He kept sweeping it back, before finally pulling the straw hat upon his head again. It caught the wind and the strap tugged at his chin, but for now seemed to stay in place. He had perched himself upon one of the taller buildings in Shippuugakure, able to view most of the main roads clearly from up here. He made no attempt to hide his chakra, rather let it flow like the storm itself, as a warning.

He'd been assigned to guard the borders of Shippuu that day, the Kage having been informed an intruder might try to sneak in and his intent, unknown. So from on high stood the guard of the village. One of Shippuugakures most dependable Jounin. But even in his vigilance... he couldn't fight her. Visions, voices, soft finger tips brushing against his skin and through his hair. The love he'd lost so long ago still alive as ever. Teasing him, begging him to just end it all. Perhaps in the end, that's why he kept on. Hell it's not like he had anything left to protect, anything left to care about. But his upbringing had taught him honor, engrained it into his being. Taught him that being the best, was what mattered and he was damn good at it.

But the life of a shinobi is hard. Maybe deep down what Kai really wanted... was that one worthy opponent. That one challenge that was just too big to take on. That in the heat of battle, with blood and sweat and the sound and smell of metal filling the air. Maybe he would finally meet his end, be greeted by deaths tender kiss and finally go to be with the one he so longed for in life. He questioned the idea of an after life as these thoughts ran through his head. But even if it didn't exist, at least he would finally find peace. Even to be with her in non existence, that was enough.

Now, in most cases, this type of day dreaming might get you killed. But in Kai's case he'd gotten used to it. Something had happened to him during his years away from the village. Perhaps due these visions his life really had been in danger. Whatever the cause, he was able to enter a sort of "Auto pilot mode." Where his conscious mind was allowed to day dream, while the subconscious remained vigilant in the now setting sun.

Taking in every. Single. Tiny. Detail.

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The winds blew fierce that day. Like God's own breathe sweeping across the land bringing with it an oncoming storm. You could see it in the distance, over the open ocean. Large, dark thunder clouds. Hell, this was the village of hurricanes after all. Still, something about today, with the abnormally furious gusts was just...

Ominous.
 
The skies trembled with the might of a heavy storm lurking above the plain. Synyster Kenshou, dressed in a white shirt and red bottoms with a katana at his right hip calmly walked towards a narrow street. His cloak billowing out around himself he retained a demeanor that promptly suggested power and mischief yet withheld some of his own classy and elegant tone.

His eyes darted back and forth scanning each and every street for a sign of anyone. It was as if everyone had mysteriously vanished upon his arrival. Were they forewarned of his arrival? Whatever the case, Syn remained calm, but at the same time prepared himself and was always alert in case the calm of the streets reflected the storm overhead and turned into calamity.

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Now as I mentioned before, though Kai had a ghost on his mind, it didn't dull his senses to the one whom wandered in. He wasn't your average run of the mill type of ninja either.

He made no effort to hide in the shadows, lurking about as if a village full of trained blood hounded couldn't sniff him out. Nor did he come in guns blazing tearing through the village ceaselessly. No instead he walked in with a certain swagger about himself. Hell he was even dressed half nice for the occasion. A button up white top with red bottoms. Kai in contrast looked more like one of those old samurai you see in movies. A dusty old black kimono worn lazily with only one arm in the sleeve. the other half was pulled down around his waste, leaving the sleeve to trail behind a bit and his arm and left side  of his chest exposed to the elements. Baggy matching pants adorned his waste and a simple farmers hat rested atop his head.

The intruder was confident, that much was made clear immediately. But then again, so was Kai...

A bolt of lighting struck suddenly. Hitting somewhere near the center of the main trade route through the village and sending with it s momentary blinding flash. Under cover of this blessing of nature, Kai had vanished from his roof top and moved to a back alley that came to intersect with the road Syn was currently traveling. Whether Syn would notice the move or not, mattered very little since Kai didn't plan on remaining hidden. Instead he would appear from the back alley, and turn towards Syn walking towards him. Eyes down looking at the cigarette and lighter he held out. He struck a flame, took a drag to get the thing burning and placed the lighter back in his pants pocket. By this time, the distance between them had closed.

You know those moments where the tension is so thick you could almost cut it with a knife? Yea well you'd need one damn sharp knife right about now. Kai would made no move, and show himself to be as little a threat as he could as the two would begin to pass each other by, one heading in the opposite direction of the other. And then...

Kai would attempt to calmly reach to his side and place a warm, friendly hand on the strangers shoulder while speaking.

"Lost stranger? There's a storm a'comin' ya' kow?" He inquired in with a friendly demeanor. His eyes now transfixed on the enemy shinobi's body. His full attention on every muscle fiber in the mans visible form "Ya' know, can't say I've seen you 'round these parts before. And not to be a bother or anything, but what with the hurricane comin' through I've been put in charge of security of this quiet little town. How's about we step outside the gate of the village and have a lil' chat, go over your credentials and what have ya. We ought to have just enough time before the weather get's to rough to..."

Kai let his sentence trail off a bit, and had been slowly making his tone more and more dark, and his intentions all the more clear as each word lead into the next.

"Finish our business..." He said finishing his sentence.

His intent, hidden behind flirtatious words was to only to protect the village. As thing could very easily get more violent than the little fishing town could handle. Whether or not this stranger would comply with or even allow him to finish his subtle request, was yet to be seen.
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Word Count: 613

A bolt of lightning struck suddenly. Hitting somewhere near the center of the main trade route through the village and sending with its momentary blinding flash. Under cover of this blessing of nature, the man Syn had noticed lurking around had suddenly vanished from his roof top and moved to a back alley that came to intersect with the road Syn was currently traveling. Moving his eyes in that direction Syn continued his slow pace until the man became in his field of vision. Slow, paced, and calmly they walked towards each other and then almost past as suddenly the man put his burly hand onto the shoulder of Syn whose outward appearance was falsely advertised in comparison to the muscular build no one had ever guessed him to possess.

With that hand, came a sly grin from Synyster. Shortly after the man would speak out saying, ”Lost stranger? There's a storm a'comin' ya' kow?" His eyes now transfixed onto Synyster himself. His full attention on every muscle fiber in the man’s visible form "Ya' know, can't say I've seen you 'round these parts before. And not to be a bother or anything, but what with the hurricane comin' through I've been put in charge of security of this quiet little town. How's about we step outside the gate of the village and have a lil' chat, go over your credentials and what have ya. We ought to have just enough time before the weather gets too rough to..."

To Syn it seemed that the man let his sentence trail off a bit, and had been slowly making his tone more and more dark, and his intentions all the more clear as each word lead into the next.

"Finish our business..." He said finishing his sentence.

Syn’s sly grin only intensified at the ending of this man’s sentence. Lately he’d been feeling pretty destructive himself, he could only ever think of the Chuunin exams and his love..
His expression changed as his psychotic grin that stretched from ear to ear slowly reeled back into the corners of his mouth as he pressed lips together with a demeanor much like the one he possessed at the exams when he exacted his revenge upon the bloodthirsty shinobi. Again it seemed that Syn’s rational and logical mind had been taken over by his reveries, anger, and strong bloodlust.

Syn turned toward the man’s direction and calmly spoke, ”Well then why don’t we finish it here?” 


Immediately following the words Syn’s hand that had been calmly stroking the hilt of the katana beneath his cloak gripped down tightly and struck quick like a snake as he hopped back a bit in order to ensure that any subsequent strike would miss.

Word Count ~ 458

The gears turned like clockwork in his head, metaphorically speaking of course. This man, was no ordinary individual. Kai considered himself rather adept, even for a Jounin but this man held the same "Swagger" about him as well. It was almost like looking into a mirror, the two men complimenting, and opposing one another almost perfectly. Kai noticed the smile, and knew all hell was soon to break loose.

He took a long, heavy drag off his cigarette, which now rested in between his lips without the help of his fingers to keep it in place.

Of note, was the fact this man LET Kai touch him. As he contemplated the sequence of events in his head, and predicted possible outcomes in the near future he wondered. Was this man honestly that confident? Or was it instead perhaps some trick. That by allowing him to make contact he thought perhaps to through Kai off guard just a bit. Well, if it was the latter, it might have worked, had he held out just a few seconds longer. Cenarios had just come to mind in Kaishi's mind in which this man honestly DID mean no harm.

But that smile had stretched just a bit to far, contorting his face to an almost inhuman degree.

Syn turned toward the man’s direction and calmly spoke, ”Well then why don’t we finish it here?”

He then quickly made a move for his blade. It was fast and if Kai didn't act now with equal ferocity, the city would pay for it. Luckily the gate was close, and he tightened his grip on the mans shoulder. Rather than trying to deflect the blade, or dodge, he was going to attempt to simply over power the man. It was a bit of a gamble, as looks can often be deceiving, but he felt confident about it. He had quite a bit of a height advantage over the smaller male, whom stood roughly around 5'7'' or so. Kai on the other hand, was 6'6''. Their muscular build was actually close to the same, but due to the difference in height alone, Kai assumed he had the weight advantage on the man. Finally, he was above all else confident in his own strength. Even before he was a shinobi, his home raised produce kept him well fed, and daily work in the fields kept his body at peak condition. Even among his peers, he had one hell of a throwing arm.

The man was still just beginning to draw his blade, and Kai pushed forward, towards the village gate, with everything he had. The ground even cracked a bit under the pressure of his forward planted foot. If all went as planed, he would send the other male flying at least 25-50 yards. The gate, was only about 10 yards away. So with a mighty heave, Syn would feel a tremendous amount of force exert, quite suddenly, into his shoulder. Although no lasting damage would likely result from it, save for maybe some bruising from the death grip Kai had placed upon it, it would possibly surprise him to see the man's strength first hand.

"Get out of here!" He screamed as he made the display of force.

He placed his hopes on that one shove. If it was a success, Kai would give chase, and begin leading this fight out of the village.
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Word Count: 566

Syn, no less aware of his surroundings than the Jounin that quite obviously called this giant sea country home, was in the midst of drawing out his blade when he felt the man grip his shoulder tightly. Knowing that the castle gate was in fact not far behind and that the man had wanted to take the fight out there in the first place Syn could guess what direction the action would take place. Aiming to show off the muscular build that hid behind the classy getup, Syn firmly planted his left leg back as his leg muscles bulged in order to fight back. However, Syn being the short guy he was at both a weight and height disadvantage which gave the large and lumbering hulk of a man in front of him a bit of leverage.

Knowing that if he had continued to push he would be launched outwards and possibly into a barrage of attacks that would not fare well for him, Syn opted for speed and tactics, two of his many specialties. Since his youth he had been gifted with speed unmatched by his peers and a tactical mindset perfectly suited for impromptu decisions. Thus, with a quick thought, Syn released the pressure and tensions in his legs and instead let the man push into him as hard as he could while Syn in turn stepped outwards with his left leg.

The step outwards along with the hard shove would cause Syn to turn at an angle and the strength of the shove would also give Syn a large amount of momentum as the large man possessed an otherworldly kind of strength and Syn would spin quickly as he whipped out his blade with renewed strength and speed due to Kaishi’s help.  The spinning slash of his blade would create a very deep gash into the man’s back if connected, about 3 inches to estimate.Immediately Syn would distance himself from the man, rethinking a strategy that would allow him to deal damage without taking any.

He was in no way going to take chances with being struck by this man, he could plainly see the cracks in the hard ground where the man attempted to launch Synyster with an unruly amount of pure strength and power. Syn, being no stranger to hard work held no bruises, but a slight nagging pain in his right shoulder where the man had gripped him with inhuman strength became increasingly noticeable.

Interesting, seemed to be the forethought of Syn’s mind as he smiled and thought of another strategy, all the while keeping his opponent within his field of vision.

Word Count ~ 431