Midori as she poked him at his side, he then just watched as she skipped away and prepared to fight. he then listen to her comment then sighed as it seemed this spare was gonna happen one way or another. though, he didn't take her comment about her being weak and him being strong lightly, one of a ninja key skills is deception. so he wasn't going to take her lightly, after all she quickly put on a persona while they were talking, why let your guard down lightly. "fair enough..."he said as he got into stance and pulled out his blade."so...we shinobi get free health care right?" he said jokingly then dashed toward Nana with his sword ready and slashed horizontally at her torso
The first attack was simple, something that Nana was easily able to dodge. Upon doing so, blood started to pour from where he would cut, making her bend over and hold her side. This blood came out of no where, and gave the illusion of his attack actually landing. She wasn't that fast, but when she looked up she made a hand sign. Upon doing this, the enemy was quickly encircled by dozens of leaves. Smirking, she stood back and watched.
Crimson eyes scanned the training field. Black was shifted by red as his iris shifted around to take those that were making motions into account. He spied two shinobi that seemed to be gearing up for a spar. Or a fight. It could ho either way all things considered, and he was too far away to distinguish the subtleties between either scenario being the case. The two which were quick to flaunt their power were not the only ones that were present in the training grounds though. With his head upon a swivel he found himself looking at a lone shinobi that seemed to be practicing alone. Well that was until she ha paused and began to look around. He had average sight, but from what he could see she was looking in his direction. Despite his weak physique, he was not one to shun contact. And that was what he attempted to form with the lass, matching her gaze from their fair distance. He crossed his hands over his lap and waited. Either she would approach him, or ignore him. Such was the way of the people of the village.
Gin realized she was staring at the man. He had took notice of her staring and was waiting for her to approach him. She retracted her tendrils, and grabbed the scroll and walked to the man. She sat next to him. "What are you doing here ?" Gin wasn't the person to hid behind the bush. She was always blunt and she didn't care that she was.
Most would have just gone back to their training after the awkward staring match. Whoever this girl was, she was not like most. Odd, he found it, that she would waste time on someone as powerless as himself when she had the means to make herself powerful. His gaze followed her approach up to the point that she sat beside him. It was when she spoke that he was reminded of a phrase that he had heard on numerous occasions. Her tone did not carry any of the venom that he had experienced in the class room, but it had the same effect of reminding him that he did not belong on this field. He looked down at her, his crimson eyes matching her deep red hues. His voice was soft, carrying little bass. It was almost serpentine. "I am learning about my comrades. You possess power, and if I watch you for long enough maybe I will too." He returned the gesture of speaking bluntly. There was no reason to beat around the bush when she was not doing the same. "Why do you train? What compels you to get out of bed every morning and work towards getting stronger?"
Oro sat up in his wheelchair with a small struggle. His arms trembled as even the small bit of weight that he put upon them were a pain. There was a slight shift as he adjusted himself, providing comfort for his lumbar. That last question he had asked her was of particular importance to himself. He had remembered several mornings where he had awoken and just stared at the roof, considering the possible results of simply laying there and dying. To still live and breathe to this day was not the result of his strength, but his weakness. He hated his weakness, despised it. That was why he sought to eliminate it. That was why he listened to the voice. That was why he wanted to be strong.
Gin looked up at the man. His eye color matched hers. She looked at him struggle trying to fix himself in the wheel chair. She listened to when he spoke. His voice surprise her, but she did not let it show. Gin was good at concealing emotion, and facial expressions to keeping cold or nonchalant. When he said comrades the word continuously repeated in her head. He also asked her a question. "Why I train ? Because I despise weakness. I love power and hate losing or failing when I know I can win..." Gin wasn't going to lie. Her father raised her up to only know power, and blood.
In the back of her mind the word comrades still floated around. To her there were no such thing as comrades, allies, love, or friends. She was never taught such thing; Only people who were after the same thing were drawn to each other, but nothing more. She asked him a question, "You believe we have comrades ?"
What is this feeling? It's like nothingness. Nothingness? Yes, that is what it is. I don't understand such a thing. My blood is boiling. It's different. Yesterday I was me, now I am thee. I am not an Uzumaki? No, I'm really not. Not anymore. And a Senju? No. Maybe it was some latent desire to reshape myself from the ashes of the old, where Takimi and Takahara once reigned. My beloved ones, taken from me; one an Uzumaki, and one -- inevitably -- a Senju. I desired to distance myself from those names. I am now only Christian. I'll take my middle name as my last. Christian Makedon. Sounds good, doesn't it? Sort of. It doesn't have the ring. It really doesn't. But it's something. I don't want to drive myself mad searching for a new identity.
There's this feeling, too, the one I described earlier. Emptiness. Except... one thing. I crave for a particular feeling, not unlike one that I've experienced long before, in my days as a shinobi. One I always despised, yet experienced anyway. It is inevitably the feeling of enjoyment at the rending of one's life. I deeply crave it. Deeply. I don't know how to gather it. I just know that it can be experienced here... in this place.
He appeared. In a zip, he appeared. It was fast. Almost instant, in fact. He was somewhere else, then he was just here. Here, in front of their eyes. He looked different than usual. He looked as if a cyborg, like the Rinnegan in the Asura Path. But he was beyond that. He was a complete monster, one that sought to accomplish a singular goal: murder. "Familiar energy," he said. "Familiar to me. Like mine. Can't explain. But I've found the source." White-haired man, rather creepy looking. Debilitated. No threat. Not desirable in the slightest. Christian took a deep breath, and looked outward. "This'll be easy." A rather dark expression came over him, and he slowly began to walk towards Nana. He was hungry.
Gin looked up as someone else suddenly came in. He was... off. She looked at him go after the girl that was in a sparring match with the boy. The way he was walking, his glare at the girl.. Is that hate ? No.. Gin knew exactly what is was. When she kills she has the same look, the same glare. This man was after something. Gin wasnt the person to intervene, but once he starts to turn to her it's either she stayed to fight, or save the man beside her.
((Last person I was expecting to randomly show up was you shane lol))
The smirk disappeared from her face, and she automatically released the guy from the genjutsu before it could even start. The spar was useless now, she had to run. She felt the dark aura before she saw his forsaken expression, but it wasn't the first time she felt true fear. Nana saw her father beside the man, almost as if the illusion was casted upon herself instead of Midori. After blinking, her intimidating dad disappeared. This made her not feel so afraid of the mysterious guy, but as he advanced towards her she couldn't help but step back. His intent was definitely shrouded in the darkness. "Are you new? Need directions? The way out is the other way..." She attempted to get him away with talking.
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Patriarch Shane
Blackscar_swiss
Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 8:02 pm
(The unseen Shane is the deadliest. :3
From my post on, this counts as an improv mission. Your word count until Christian is shoved back will count towards Ryo gain. My word count will be counted towards yours as well. GL!)
Did they have comrades? It was a loaded question. He thought of no one as a true comrade. They were all means to an ends in his eyes. Tools to ease the load that was the burden of ambition. But a cripple like Oro knew better than to insult one who held an aura. The color drifted from her body like smoke from a flame. She had power and he did not. He would not burn bridges with a potential resource. Not now at least. Not while he still had yet to awaken from the slumber that the shrouded man claimed he remained in. First he must awaken, then he must eat.
He licked his lips at the thought of consumption. It was such a wonderful experience. One that was only the product of his dreams. He then formulated the words that came to mind. "Comrades are a concept for the naive. I doubt that any of you would lay down your lives for the sake of another. We have common enemies, and while that remains to be true we allow our...comrades..." He said the word with almost a hiss, emphasizing the sarcasm that was dedicated to the term. "...to live so long as they serve a purpose." He turned his attention from the red eyed woman. Something felt off.
He shook for a moment as he was caught by vertigo. He felt the rush of motion that felt too fast to be his own. So why he saw it with his own eyes was a mystery. He was in a wheel chair. Stuck. Then it happened. He saw himself from eyes that were not his own, yet. At the same time he could still see, and what he saw filled him with despair. It was the shrouded man, cloaked in black. Why he was here in Kusagakure was beyond Oro's comprehension. He was supposed to just be a dream. Some nightmarish construct of his imagination. As he stood well away from Oro, the crippled boy shuddered as he overlooked him. Too weak even to serve as prey to the dark being. It was unsaid, yet he experienced the lack of interest in himself that this monster that barely resembled a man expressed. Oro gripped the wheels of his chair. He had looked upon the visage of his God, and as he felt the murderous intent that the elder being did he saw what it felt like to be powerful. To not be restrained by the confines of this pitiful chair.
((Ohkay well uhm... first question: is there a post order ? Next question: I have no idea what to say yet and last question: who's gonna calculate all that word count cause that stuff is confusing lol))
"No, I'm not lonely, don't you know I have a little voice in my head?"
|| Chuunin || Ninjutsu Specialist || Gobi Jinchuuriki || Kunoichi of Kusagakure || Themesong: Best Friend||
[Kukishi, having been lingering in the village the past few days, was again and again draw to the training grounds. There was something about them that just made her yearn to be there. It was probably all the sparring, the flashy displays of power. Kokuo no longer had control over her, but he still influenced her, even if just a bit. Like a whispering hormone. And so again, here she was, walking past Kusanin of all classes and ranks practicing alone or sparring with one another. Every single one she wanted to just... attack. To ruthlessly rip apart, chasing that high that comes with victory. But she would't. She was stronger than that. "Kid... do you feel that?" No, she didn't, she wasn't exactly a sensor. "There's something here I think. It's hard to tell, I don't really feel chakra but... maybe I'm imagining things. I dunno... let's go fight it." Yes, an ominous and clearly powerful presence which was completely unknown to the two of them. The most logical course of action was certainly going to fight it.
Still, Kukishi followed Kokuo's suggestion and found herself walking in a daze towards a cluster of ninja. Oh, look, other Kunoichis. That was rare. They all flashed a Kusagakure headband, like she did. because she totally wasn't wearing a Konoha headband right now. Really. She's not. Ignore the picture. The two that were out of place were both Shinobi. But they were... different. Everyone here was different, really, what the hell? Kukishi walked over to stand beside her ally, a Kunoichi with flowing wisps of black hair (Nana). She felt uneasy, and also felt ready for a fight, but that last part was mostly Kokuo.
"Are you a citizen or Shinobi of Kusagakure? I don't recognize you." His body unsettled her. He didn't look entirely human. Kukishi did not speak to the girl she stood next to, but was still there to offer support in the event of an altercation... they were allies under the same banner, after all.
"Since when have you cared about that? You hate people."
"Shut the ******** up, Kokuo."]
Status: Improv mission. Assuming Shane's post counts, too for word count, then current wordcount = 691.
Chakra: 225/225 Current Stats: Chuunin - Speed: 4(+2/-2) / Strength: 4(+2/-2) Active Jutsu: Passive Traits: Nice-sized chakra bank (Clan and Class Effects) Somebody to talk to all day every day (Jinchuuriki Effect)
Gin looked at the man next to her. He was clenching the wheels in his chair, and thought he was going through a personal issue within himself. She did not know whether to ask if he was okay or not. Gin was not the caring type of person, and this one man was not about to change her now. She sat looking at the two girls facing the new coming man that look blood-thirsty, but was still aware of Oro's presence. Just because she was talking to him does not mean she trust him. Gin trusted nobody but her father. She waiting for him to address her again.
