1 Squad 3, Ever heard of our Sensei? (Squad only) Tue Jul 26, 2016 3:07 pm
Rippa
D-rank
Rippa sat quietly deep within the construction zone where civilians were meant to stay out of. Shinobi and construction crews could move about in the area's designated for them but Rippa had applied to utilize a space deep within. This far away even the construction crews wouldn't hear an explosion as more then a pop and there was merely the skeleton of the building with a couple dozen bare floors with a clear tarp to keep the concrete and steel dry. Rippa sat in a hard back chair near the front entrance as he sipped quietly on his lemonade in a bottle that seemed ideal for work outs. Kind of thing you would see in a gym or a bike ride. It was a little sweet with the added sugar but he relatively enjoyed the cool drink. The sun was beating up above with only a cloud spotting the blue sky here and there. Luckily the sun was on the other side of the building so he was in no threat of a sun burn. Still he rested with his feet up on a cooler filled with bottled water. He was intending to test out a couple of kids he had been assigned with recently without consulting him so he would certainly work them. If he was to take his training time and use it for some kids they were going to break a sweat.
Rippa himself sat back in his chair with his red coat folded over the back with the captain symbol folded to much to be seen clearly. His belt of bolts set on one corner and his twin repeating crossbow katana sheathed and leaning on the other side. On each shoulder of the coat was a cleanely polished metal piece from a konoha head band marking him as a shinobi. His pants were a simple pair of flexible slacks with plenty of give but cleanly cut and hemmed at his ankles. His feet had on a pair of comfortable looking steel toe boots that had the dust from the construction zone coating a lot of it. Finally his shirt was an odd combination of a tank top with a zipper and a high top neck. Black in color with the zipper undone halfway down his chest to let the air in while the high neck remained slightly stiff. His white hair hung loose around his head about shoulder length but seemed to keep itself out of his eyes which matched the skies brilliant blue and seemed to see everything. Or at least that would be noticable if not for the two accessories he was wearing. First was a silver necklace with angel wings on the end that seemed a little extravegant but it was the only piece of jewelry on him. A family heirloom. After all he was the head of the Angel branch of his clan. Second was the read aviators settled on his nose and keeping the light out of his eyes as he waited for his would be students.
He had invites sent out officially to both the individuals he had assigned to him in squad three with instructions to move to the south west inside the construction zone and about half a mile in they would look for a ten story tall skeletal building. It was a solid structure already but they were to meet him in front of it at noon...when the sun would be at it's highest point. He had never met either of them so he wasn't sure what to expect but he certainly looked forward to meeting new people. Still he would set his bottle bottom down in the dirt next to his chair and lift up a medical monthly magazine and begin to examine the page he was on. An interesting heart murmur that had been gradually healed with a D rank medical technique over time and was now a healthy heart by all tests. It had made it's way into the magazine because typically medically altering a genetic condition like that to become a healthy version was facinating and unheard of. Perhaps there was hope of his clans disease being cured too. Still he would remain alert to any movement around him as he waited. Listening for anyone hopping the chain link fence of feet in the dirt and gravel. He wasn't eager for anyone looking to make a statement by ambushing their instructor.
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Rippa himself sat back in his chair with his red coat folded over the back with the captain symbol folded to much to be seen clearly. His belt of bolts set on one corner and his twin repeating crossbow katana sheathed and leaning on the other side. On each shoulder of the coat was a cleanely polished metal piece from a konoha head band marking him as a shinobi. His pants were a simple pair of flexible slacks with plenty of give but cleanly cut and hemmed at his ankles. His feet had on a pair of comfortable looking steel toe boots that had the dust from the construction zone coating a lot of it. Finally his shirt was an odd combination of a tank top with a zipper and a high top neck. Black in color with the zipper undone halfway down his chest to let the air in while the high neck remained slightly stiff. His white hair hung loose around his head about shoulder length but seemed to keep itself out of his eyes which matched the skies brilliant blue and seemed to see everything. Or at least that would be noticable if not for the two accessories he was wearing. First was a silver necklace with angel wings on the end that seemed a little extravegant but it was the only piece of jewelry on him. A family heirloom. After all he was the head of the Angel branch of his clan. Second was the read aviators settled on his nose and keeping the light out of his eyes as he waited for his would be students.
He had invites sent out officially to both the individuals he had assigned to him in squad three with instructions to move to the south west inside the construction zone and about half a mile in they would look for a ten story tall skeletal building. It was a solid structure already but they were to meet him in front of it at noon...when the sun would be at it's highest point. He had never met either of them so he wasn't sure what to expect but he certainly looked forward to meeting new people. Still he would set his bottle bottom down in the dirt next to his chair and lift up a medical monthly magazine and begin to examine the page he was on. An interesting heart murmur that had been gradually healed with a D rank medical technique over time and was now a healthy heart by all tests. It had made it's way into the magazine because typically medically altering a genetic condition like that to become a healthy version was facinating and unheard of. Perhaps there was hope of his clans disease being cured too. Still he would remain alert to any movement around him as he waited. Listening for anyone hopping the chain link fence of feet in the dirt and gravel. He wasn't eager for anyone looking to make a statement by ambushing their instructor.
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