The girl that had gone out of her way to speak to him now seemed too occupied to even respond. It was just as well, as they were all likely to be destroyed by the shrouded man. Oro was almost taken aback though. It was quite rude to just stop talking to someone. If her mouth still had a full range of motion there was no reason why someone like herself couldn't have given him a response.Don't know what's worse. Starting a conversation and dropping it abruptly ot not having a conversation at all. He thought to himself. The girl with the aura of mixed coloration was known to him now. If they were to survive this encounter with the man who shared the inhuman bond with the pale male, he was going to seek her out and finish what they had started. For now though, for now he had to figure out what exactly it was he was going to do.
He was stuck. This man was practically flying across the training field, while Oro was confined to the dimensions of his wheeled chair. The difference between the two was painful, if not enormous. The man that was shrouded in black was every bit as dark and terrible as Oro had imagined. That was not even taking into account the aura that he produced. It was doubtful that the naked eye would be able to detect it, but to Oro it was like a thick fog. He could not see through the dense aura that the being exuded, and that excited him. There were very few that Oro had ever seen that contained such power within themselves. Oro had to get a closer look. He had to see what true power was. Ignorant to the extent of the link he shared with the man, he decided to take the mundane route in his approach. With a tremble in his arms he began to wheel his way down the knoll upon which he sat. For a moment the going was tough, but the moment that gravity took over it was smooth sailing below.
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Rockgirl809
Patriarch Shane
Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 10:40 pm
OMG you're right, Rock. If you edit City's post it fixes itself!
"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||
["What the f-"BLAM ********>. Kukishi stood no chance at reacting to that kind of speed. She managed to hack up a glob of lava just as his fist hit her face, but it wasn't fast enough to do anymore than grab onto his knuckles with a sticky hold. She was still b***h slapped into oblivion, her nose breaking and possibly a cheek muscle or two as she literally flew backwards, tumbling on the ground helplessly as she tried to regain control of her senses. When she was able to grab her footing, Kukishi 'landed' about thirty feet away from the commotion on all fours. The ground below her bubbled and spat a quick liquid of flame, and in seconds Kukishi sank into a pit of lava. Standing back on her legs, the Youton came to her waist. This guy was really, really ******** fast. "Just... ********, just lemme go! Lemme get after him myself! ******** this bullshit!" No, she wouldn't do that. Not yet.
Steam exploded around her, condensing into white chakra as the Jinchuuriki's cloak was activated... Stage 0. There were lots of steam techniques Kukishi simply couldn't use right now, not if she didn't want to harm her comrades. And yet, that word seemed to mean nothing as even the girl she initially defended took a much more selfish defensive approach. Looked like this was not going to be a very team-oriented fight. With a home base of lava all around her, Kukishi shook as her skin rippled. The blood streaming from her crumpled nose was burned away as Kukishi's skin became covered in fire, an almost-fluid form that just wanted to reach out and burn those that touched her. Katon elemental skin. Would this, her arms dripping of lava and her skin rippling of fire, be enough to protect her from this monster?
Probably not.
"Stop being a p***y! Go on the offensive."
"No... I have six minutes to survive this thing. I'm not going to be cocky and risk my life. We can't track him. We can only hope for him to come to us." The lava around her body bubbled hungrily as Kukishi, covered in the cloak of the Bijuu and veiled by Katon skin, waited.]
Status: Broken nose, fractured cheek bone. In Stage 0 of the Bijuu. Improv mission, 691 + 1047 = 1738 word count.
Chakra: 300 - 45 = 255/225 Current Stats: Chuunin - Speed: 4(+2/-2) / Strength: 4(+2/-2) Active Jutsu: Used Spitfire [Custom] Rank D, used Lava Creation [10 Chakra, Lava itself is A-rank], and Katon Elemental Skin [S rank] In stage 0 of the Bijuu, giving her+75 chakra. Passive Traits: Nice-sized chakra bank (Clan and Class Effects) Somebody to talk to all day every day (Jinchuuriki Effect)
One wheeled along. One ran. One blatantly put herself at risk, getting into a position that would make it impossible to defend her body. And why? So she could launch some shoddy sneak attack. Christian saw it coming leagues before it arrived; the tendrils could only be manipulated if they were connected to her body, which meant the crouching position would retain. It didn't matter either way; Christian was too mobile for the threads to catch up with him. He let her waste her seconds remaining, as his robotic feet swept up, raising into the air to smash against her skull. They were too fast for her to react while in such a position, especially one bent so low. She would almost be knocked unconscious from just that, before the feet would return to the ground and give her a moment's pause before their onslaught continued.
Continuing to others, he ignored Nana for now. He remained only aware of her chakra presence, monitoring hers closely along with everyone else. She wanted to run, so she could run, and be useless to her comrades. He'd get to her after he got to them.
Speaking of, he made impact with Kukishi's face. But that wasn't all. In fact, the impact was only the first of two attacks. ("Then, he raised his fist and sent it flying directly at her skull, while his left arm glowed blue and began to raise a set of powerful projectiles"...) Christian launched these projectiles the moment impact was made. There were eight in total, moving at extreme speeds and with high precision. They would launch into her; one in each arm, one in each leg, one in the center of each palm, and one in the center of each foot. The damage would be catastrophic. Her mobility would be reduced to nothingness. One down, already. And it'd been less than two minutes. "Have fun with those needles. Just so you know, whenever I desire, I can split them into more. They'll launch in all directions, lodging inside of you. Make a move, and you're dead." He smiled slightly, the lava streaming down his indestructible arms. It spilled onto the floor, and he continued on to the next target.
Wheelchair boy. He appeared before him with only a running animation as preparation. He knew he was helpless. He recalled some like him. Perhaps him in particular. It wasn't memorable. He looked into his eyes, and asked: "Did you get lost on your way to the handi-cab?" His fists smashed against each armrest of the wheelchair, gripping them tightly. He leaned in to look deeper into the man's eyes. "Tell me . . . how you feel. Right now."
Gin never really forgot about the feet, but because she paid more attention to the human instead she took notice of the feet coming at her at the last second. Before she can even have her left arm tendrils protect her, the feet connected to her head smashing her to the ground. The tendrils slowly retracted themselves to her body as she was temporarily knocked unconscious.
Gin envisioned her father next to her, looking down at her. He spat hateful words at her, but he knew that would make her get up and try harder. Her father whispered last few words to her ‘slow it down…’ Gin had no idea how to do that with just only the few moves she had as a genin. Gin thought and thought and it finally hit her. ‘How come I didn’t think of this the first time? Instead of thinking and then reacting, she reacted first.
What seemed like hours were only seconds when Gin woke up from being unconscious. She didn’t move a muscle. She knew Christian’s feet ((smh disrespected by feet)) were hers to fight. They stopped attacking her as she knew from just that he was giving her a window, but why ? Instead of pondering about such thing, she took that window as she looked a few feet ahead and had done simple hand signs. Thanks to her bloodline it took her half the time it regularly would to do hand signs. Gin rolled about 2 feet back away from the feet as her hands touch the ground. Instantly the ground was filled with mud that was about six feet deep. Though this may not completely stop the feet from attacking, at least Gin was able to slow it down a lot since its six feet deep to where she can see it move herself. Gin stood up on the little dry land that she can only stand on. Gin looked to the side as she saw the man she was talking to just centimeters away from Christians face. If anything, Gin was not about to put someone else before her own life. She was taught that that was one of the many things that can jeopardize your own life, and possibly die.
I stared into the dark eyes, unable to form my lips to shape the words I needed to reply. His stare was intense, his white eye lashes glittering in the moonlit room. Her father, was what he called himself. His expression was forever stoned into a hateful scowl, something I would never see passed. I looked away from him, unable to hold his gaze any longer as I struggled against the knots. "Where were you." His voice boomed again, this time making me whimper softly. He was a demon when it came down to it, his icy blue eyes piercing through whatever he stared at. He was staring at me. I was a victim. "I was at.. at the cafe..." I was able to gasp out."Please-" I begged but it reached deaf ears. My blurry vision focused on his face, his pale face. He was dying, not that he knew I knew. The sickness would soon make him succumb to eternal sleep. The wrinkles on his face looked more intense with each time he brought the whip down on my bare chest. A slow smile appeared on my pained expression. This surprised the old man, only making his movements faster. The smile soon wiped from my face, but I couldn't help but be happy on the inside. Only a little though. Once the dead beat was dead, all that was left to torture me was my older brother. He was already converted, but perhaps I could kill him one day.
Present
She watched the world around her, the fight moving so fast. She was impressed by the others nearby. They fought with their lives. Nana would not release the jutsu she had before, it still stood as a strong defense around her, and would continue to do so. However, this defense didn't stop sticky memories appear to the back her mind. They couldn't stop them at all. The reason they appeared was because of the darkness in her presence now, Christian. It made her scared, afraid. The only way to mask this was to make her fears drift to something more powerful; herself.
The Darkest Hour: Part Two
I bumped into a large being, the skin exposed and made me feel icky inside. I knew this feeling, and who the body belonged to. Shinsui, my brother, towered over me with a blank expression. How long ago did the light in his eyes dim? I could almost remember how he used to be. The way he would pick me up when I came home from the academy. The way he teased me at how my hair color was so dull and boring. When I liked a boy, he would threaten me that I would never be able to bring him home. "Otherwise, you'd kill him." I murmured, looking up at him with sad and regretful eyes. Lately, it was always the same blank expression. It no longer twitched or moved, not even when I talked to him. He was tortured to the point where his mind was no longer there, a genjutsu that put him over the edge. I hated to think what nightmares father put him through, but curiosity caught the cat. "What did father show you?" The usual dead chilling voice turned climatic, taking over. It turned shaky, breathy, scratchy. "It was you!" His voice was higher than usual as he grabbed me out of no where, gripping his claws into my skin. "I saw you, watched you getting raped over and over by men. You screamed at first but then you enjoyed it!"He started to laugh slowly," I did too. I enjoyed it. It turned me on seeing your naked body dissected and destroyed!"
Present
She wanted to run, but she would never receive such a bountiful chance. Nana also wanted to focus on the fight, but of course her head would over run with horrible memories. Things weren't going her way, and she knew that. At the sight of the handi-cap getting bullied, her mind went overboard. Sticky memories, the huge head ache, it all hit her at once which made her bend down and hold her head. She envisioned what she wanted to happen, make Christian disappear. Above her a small black orb started to form, and at first it didn't do a thing. There was a silence before nearby a small animal started to lift and was shoved into it. Then all at once, the ground was being pulled in, everything and everyone but those of her ally's were to be sucked into the hole with no mercy. Do it... do it... Nana kept murmuring to herself as she stood there. All she wanted was the scary fight to end.
The Enlightenment: Future
Below her was the bodies, the ones she wanted to kill and others she didn't. The first body was mangled, almost crushed completely. The blood spilled gave her unimaginable power, not that she realized why. She bent over the first body and a slow sickening smile appeared on her face. The crumbled face of her father stared back at her- of course it was completely unrecognizable. But when you are of blood to someone, you feel that someone. Next to him was the more recognizable brother, that she was a little sad that he died. He was an innocent, didn't do that much to her except mindlessly hitting. Everyone else there was innocent as well. That's what made it so beautiful, the way they laid across each other as one. Their blood running into the others, some would go as far to say it was the best art a woman could ask for. A low laugh erupted from the pit of her stomach, making her feel bubbly and nice inside. This much death, it shouldn't make her happy. She couldn't help it, however. After all those two family members put her through, she was finally free. She no longer had to be a ninja, or train, or kill. This new found freedom made her bend over in happiness. Ding-dong the bastards were dead! However, Nana wanted to continue the road to being a kunoichi. She wanted to learn control over her emotions and powers. There was only one way to do that, and that was to find a master. Or become one.
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Speed: 3 + 4 = 7 150 - 50 - 20
Jutsu: Tsume Tennin A The user creates a field that extends to fifteen feet, within this field, all items within the field either become weighed down with tons of pressure or become light as a feather as the pressure lifts. The field allows for the user to move with an additional +2 speed (which can extend the cap if needed, though its only temporary) while inside and will also decrease the opponent's speed by 2 as well, his/her movements will seem to flicker like a frame is missing in their movements (even to special doujutsu/bloodlines). This field lasts for five posts before it ends.
A God's Example Those of the Rinnegan bloodline have such control of gravity that they can alter the weight of their bodies at will. This allows them to shift stats from either strength or speed into the other (up to a cap of 2) This can be done at any point in the battle and without any cost in chakra, however, it cannot be done quickly, requiring a 2 post break between uses of this passive. As these are base stat changes, they are unaffected by the stat cap each class receives.
[learned] Chibaku Tensei 50 chakra (SS-rank) Arguably the most powerful Rinnegan technique to exist. The Chibaku Tensei is a technique where you will release a ball of gravity into the air, similar to a black hole. This ball of gravity will suck everything except you into it, surrounding the tiny object. This tiny force of gravity cannot be destroyed, and you may control what is or isn't pulled into it. It can pull an entire forest into its massive stature and even the land surrounding it. At its full size, it resembles a miniature moon, and if anyone has been sucked into it, they have almost definitely been crushed to death. It can be resisted by means of techniques. Using this technique prevents Shinra Tensei and Bansho Tennin from being used for 5 posts. It slowly sucks in all of the enemy's attacks for three posts, at which point the gravity effect will run dry and it will have completed its moon-like form. This can be resisted if you have manipulation abilities, but it's only a stall.
He was close. This man. No, this monster. It was crushing the arm rests of his wheelchair. Oro was going nowhere. This chair was his only means of transportation; of mobility, and the being that stood before him gripped it. He was trapped, without the means or ability to escape. He was well aware that he was helpless in the face of the being, and yet that feeling was no different than any other day of his life. Any one of those shinobi could have done the same thing that Christian was doing now. Oro had no expectations for the other shinobi in the village, in fact half the time he had expected the others to blatantly abuse him. Kick the cripple while he sat in his chair. It wasn't like he could retaliate. Not while they looked him in his face and dominated him physically. He was only strong in his mind, and for him that meant nothing. He could not affect the world around him. He could only sit and suffer the woes of the world that he was born into. For a time he had come to accept this as fact, that he would not be able to change his circumstance. That was until he had had the dream. The dream that changed his whole outlook on life. The dream that had hosted the man before him as the star. That dream had wiped away Oro's despair, but did nothing to ease his helplessness. That responsibility would fall upon himself and only himself. He had to make himself strong. The man in black would not do it for him. This man in black was even less likely to. It would have been easy to have just closed his eyes and accepted his fate at the hands of this monster. He had not suffered through eighteen years of life to just give up now though. No, he was going to do whatever it took to survive, as the others in the village were sure to do.
He matched his gaze with his red eyes. His expression was lacking, as if he felt nothing. As Christian drew forward, Oro leaned closer as well. He wanted this man to hear exactly what it was he had to say. I envy of you. You have been blessed with power and freed from the curse of our blood. You have been granted the ability to eat and be eaten as an equal amongst others. " At this point he was only telling the man what he already knew. The way he moved, the efficiency in which he broke the other shinobi, it was all clear that he knew how powerful he was. Why Oro envied him should have been obvious. Christian was everything was not. He was strong, mobile, and overall just powerful. Through all the envy though, there was a sense of pity. Oro could see how far he outclassed the other shinobi. He had played it safe by admitting his envy. It was his pity that could worsen his situation. It was his pity that he chose to admit as well. "There is something that connects us. We may be different, but we are intrinsically alike. I pity you. I feel the pangs of hunger as well. But you will not find satiation here. None here are a suitable meal. " He took the risk of furthering the murderous state that the dark man had already entered. So close to him, he was at his mercy if he knew such a concept. His odds of survival were low, but his adamance was clear. He matched the monster's gaze with unwavering hues, looking into eyes of gold with ruby red hues.
(They appear metallic, but are not of any known material. They are still organic as they naturally come from his body, same with the needles/spears he sent after Kukishi.
You can feel free to do something else if you'd like. xD
Also, when I read "smh disrespected by feet", I died laughing.)
Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 2:03 pm
▪KukishiTerumi ▪
"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||
[Pain simply radiated from Kukishi. Her face was hurt, each one of her appendages were happily given a deep needle wound. Kokuo was ******** livid, bursting at the seams to get out so that he could do something. But it wouldn't matter. This guy was so fast that even Stage 2 could do little to compare. Another Kunoichi had made a cloud of some sort to attract metal, but it didn't take the needles form her body, some of which were now submerged in Youton. They weren't made of metal. Some sort of carbon, perhaps? A biomaterial? It didn't matter right now; she needed to get them out. And so, daring to move within her pool of lava, Kukishi pulled one handsign to her chest and dissolved into a cloud of steam, which jittered to the right about five feet before she became physical again. The spikes fell out, having nothing to grab onto. They were still in her pool of lava, though, and could explode at any time. She couldn't simply stand there while there were time bombs at her feet.
So she pulled her arms around her and pulled the Youton around her, causing a column of spiraling lava to rise up from her waist and carry her into the air. It twisted and twirled like a tornado, bringing her tens of feet high into the air, while she looked down at this man. Her skin was still on fire, her body still dripped of Youton, but she was in a hell of a lot of pain with a hell of a lot of wounds. Although the spikes were gone, she would not be able to move as much as she normally could. Not by herself at least.
And so she let the lava launch her into the air and fall back down into a pit as she, again letting steam explode form her pores and twirl around her body in a storm. Within seconds, Kukishi's body was corrupted with the chakra of the Gobi. While she transformed, the Youton that had fallen back into her crater suddenly lurched and leapt out of it, shooting off towards what appeared to be a dark singularity that was sucking up a hell of a lot on the battlefield right now. But she had not time for that; it did not affect her. Still she morphed. Her form was made into that of a horses, hooves forming at her feet, her face elongating and her jaw lifting, her back arching and her tails forming. Four tails made of a now pulsing black chakra sprang from her as she transformed, falling back down towards the ground. Kukishi never touched the ground, though. Steam continued to swirl around her, taking form and making shape. The skull of Kokuo formed around her body, protecting her, and a body of the Gobi was also made from this head. A small Five-Tailed Beast, made purely of steam, stood now on the battlefield, four tails of steam proudly protruding from it. It was not the Gobi, but it was close.
If she didn't have these ******** allies on the field, she would be much more well-off at attacking the monster. But she did, so she wasn't. The steam-Kokuo roared loudly to proclaim is presence and then dug its hoof into the ground, as if trying to provoke its opponent, not wanting to personally move forward.
"Y'know, kid, if I had it my way, this battle would have been over a long time ago. Who cares about your little allies? They're all gonna die anyways..."]
Status: Broken nose, fractured cheek bone. In Stage 2 of the Bijuu, in an SS-ranked Steam Form. Improv mission, 1738 + 1044 = 2782 word count.
Chakra: 255 - 10 (Steam Dash) = 245 + 55 (4 tails) = 300 - 30 (Steam Form) = 270/225 Current Stats: Chuunin - Speed: 6(+2/-2) / Strength: 7(+2/-2) Active Jutsu: Passive Traits: Nice-sized chakra bank (Clan and Class Effects) Somebody to talk to all day every day (Jinchuuriki Effect)
Midori watched at awe at the events unfolding."..." he was filled with both fear and inspiration."...I need this..." he said as he began running away from the battle away from direct harm or so he thought as he began determined to reach a specific distance jumping over boulders and trees and animals as they where being sucked in by Nana's jutsu. As he reached a hill where he could see everything unfolding he quickly pulled out a a scroll and unraveled it revealing it to be blank. he then pulled out a brush and dipped it in a small ink container on his utility belt. then began to scribble on the scroll. though his strokes where unrefined due to the gravitational pull on the scroll, Midori didn't allow it to escape his grasp, as he continued to scribe furiously as the events continued to unfold, he only hopes he could complete his work, before its to late. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
