#sasuke01

Dashing and stoping in front of a group of civlians that were about to be attacked, he erects a five layer barrier between them and the enemy. Familiar uniforms, he thinks as five giant fireballs slam into his barrier. Breaking three. But the speciality of the Phalanx barrier is that the barrier behind it will always be spent on renewing itself!

 Another cast as two barriers drop on themselves to the enemy head, knocking them out. 

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Thieves were everywhere, and it didn’t surprise Zuko in the slightest. He had succumbed once to the thieving lifestyle when he was branded a traitor and had to fend for himself. Still, though it wasn’t anything new for him, pickpocketing got on his nerves.

Especially when he was on the target.

Zuko had been quick to react, pulling his dual swords from their sheathes by his side and lashing out towards the pickpocket. The man squeaked as the blades reached towards his neck and hovered in place. “If that’s as quick as you can move, then you’re in the wrong profession. C’mon, hurry up before you test my patience.”

The firebender directed the thief along the sidewalk, golden eyes searching for someone that could quite possibly help the terribly strange duo. Finally, Zuko spotted someone and approached them, his swords still lingering around the thief’s throat.

Of course, in the sea of familiars there was one face that wasn’t. Go figure he’d get paired with him--guess this was a good’a time as any.

Taking immediate initiative, Kuroo grabbed his notebook making his way over to his gloomy looking partner, plopping down in the seat in front. He sat backwards in the chair, sliding his book on the desk and grinned his usual cat-like smile. 

“Well howdy, partner. Don’t think we've spoken much before, hm? I’m Kuroo. Pleasure's all yours, I’m sure.” 

        It coincidentally wasn’t long before Roxy found herself a stray cat. And there was no way in hell she wasn’t going to pick that sucker up and maybe give it a home and a cool name. She’d only had one sort of normal cat, aside from all the mutant ones she’d cloned, and this little black one reminded her a great deal of him. So, she coaxes it over and picked it up.

        Though, as she was headed on her way to whatever she was supposed to call home here, she stopped when she saw someone who was all stoic looking. Approaching, she held the cat up in front of her face, using her  hands to wiggle the kitty’s arms at him.

        “Why such a saaad face there?” She peeked out from over the cat’s head and cradled it in her arms again. “Okay, I’m more than sure you probs get that a hecks of a lot. But I mean I am no stranger to the stoic types. Actually...you totties remind me a lot of one of my best friends. He’s got that rad kinda anime style and the look that says ‘I don’t give no shits, actually I ate a whole ton of shits for breakfast in cereal form so I got none left to hand out’. Which, come to think of it...why would you even eat shits? Like damn that can’t be good.”

      -- "OH -- OOPS, SORRY! I..." --

You frown at the guy you just bumped into, who looks familiar to you...somehow. Before you can process where you could possibly know him from, though, you have to ask: