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1Reunion [no kill] [Shibirin/Invite only] Empty Reunion [no kill] [Shibirin/Invite only] Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:12 am

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Trilby dropped to his knees, resting his back against the gravestone as he glared angrily towards the mid-day sun. "Stop dehydrating my prosthetic." he grumbled towards the sphere of burning gas that was tormenting him, casually digging a thumb into his eye socket, causing his false eye to pop out and dangle from the nerves connecting it to his brain. Naturally, it wasn't a normal prosthetic. He could see through this eye, and it was connected to his optic nerve in much the same way as a real eye would be. Forming a quick hand seal, Trilby touched the eye, adjusting the rate at which it created liquid. It needed to be re-calibrated for the summer sun.

Forcing his prosthetic back into his skull with a groan, Trilby rested his head on the tomb stone. It was quiet here. He liked it. No one stepped foot here, he was free to just... relax. His armor felt heavy on his shoulders, as it always did during the mid-day. Still, he couldn't afford to take it off. He had to be comfortable in it if he hoped to be able to function with it on during a real combat situation. Drawing Yamato from it's sheath slowly, Trilby raised it before him, examining it in detail. It was a beautiful blade. Sure, he wasn't the most talented with blades, but he was learning quickly. Soon, it seemed, he would master their art entirely.

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Finally, a thing Shibirin could look forward to. He was going to meet his old mate Trilby, re-united at last. No one understood the bond the two had, it was far more than friendship, more than brothership. Trilby and Shibirin were nearly the same person. When one was hurt, the other was. Like twins, but with a stronger bond.

Shibirin made his way towards the cemetery. He had changed as time went by. He had aged: he was now 22 years old. He looked happier than before, he was taller as well. He still had his three swords sheathed by his left hip (Genko, Sai and Nora). As he reached the entrance to the cemetery, he slowed down his pace. He walked along past many grave stones, till he found the one Trilby was resting on. "Long time no see, Trilby..." spoke the swordsman, as he looked at Trilby's head. He was standing behind him, waiting for the guy's head to turn around so he could see how much Trilby had changed.

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"Long time no see, Trilby..." Trilby almost dropped Yamato as he heard the voice. He had known someone was approaching him from behind, but he had never expected who it belonged to. "Shibirin?" he muttered, sinking Yamato softly into the soil of the gravestone. He used it as a crutch, pulling himself to his feet before turning around. It had been over a year since they had seen each other, and a lot had changed. Trilby was a Jounin now, and he looked completely different. He wore thick, heavy steel plated armour. It was a deep red, and soaked in dirt, blood and grit. His right hand sat gently on the hilt of his sword, a weapon he had no talent with during their previous time together. And then there was the prosthetic. His left eye was completely artificial, a simple white prosthetic with a black seal on it, twisting, churning and reacting like a normal iris.

"It's been too long, sir. Years at least, no? You still a chuunin?" as he spoke, he dislodged Yamato from the dirt, slowly sliding it into it's shealth, allowing it to dangle on his left hip.

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Shibirin for a second, thought he had the wrong guy: Trilby had a false eye, heavy armor and a sword. By the way Trilby had asked him if he was still a chunnin, lead Shibirin to suspect that he had ranked up during their time apart. "Yes, sadly i am still a chunnin. It kills me to say that i haven't ranked up hiogher since our llast time together, but i plan to pick up where i left. I may never catch up to you, but at least i'll keep trying," spoke Shibirin. He was truly ashamed to tell his best friend that he had not goten any better since they last spoke, but seeing Trilby was better than ranking up. "So, what rank are you now?"

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Trilby leaned softly on the gravestone he previously rested against, listening intently. He hadn't ranked up since their last encounter, it seemed. "Jounin. I've been busy, I suppose. You missed a lot, sir. I was a monk for a year, studying dead forms of Fuuinjutsu. then I trained with the Mizukage and Kazekage, met my grandfather, learned my real name, freed the slave colony I was raised in. I've been busy. How about you?" It seemed, at least to Trilby, as though nothing had changed with Shibirin. His look was mostly the same, he had the same three blades he used to wield back when they first met, and he had held the same rank. Still, he wasn't required to change just because Trilby had been busy. Having something in his life stay constant was nice.

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Shibirin looked down to the side. His smile sank into a blank line. "I haven't, done much". Shibirin had felt, for ythe first time, what competition felt like. He now knew how the legendary Naruto Uzumaki felty when his mate became the kage whilst he remained a genin. Last time the two met, Shibirin could easily kicked Trilby's butt, but now it was the other way around. Shibirin felt like crying, but he forbed himself not to. "Well Trilby, i'm proud of you, really i am. You turned out to be stronger than i expected, and that makes me proud to call you my friend" was the only thing Shibirin felt was fitting to say at the moment. He didn't want to seem too competitive, but suportive.

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