"AHH HA!" An impassioned roar of vigor and gusto resounds. Upon wrapping up completion of Masaji' and Iemitsu's latest design in hand with the whole shop's glorious teamwork the seamster kicks open his own door with the shoulders of the immense suit in his hands. Damn the throbbing in his foot there was joy (and wealth) to marvel in from their customer.
The rest of the fabricated master piece in the arms of Masaji and third assistant. Everyone was looking weary. "OOh MISTER SkA- Mh? Ehy? Hey. Where'd he go?" Before any sense of panic could sink in the seamster checked back at the front desk. Yuari was gone again. Her voice, however, quaking with fear and peeps from within the confines of the desk. She wedged herself back onto the shelf. "Outside. Iemitsu. He's outsiiiide." She squeaked. "Yuari, we need to get you a closet installed. Being hunched in that shelf cannot be good for your back. Ahh..." Imetisu exhaustingly sighed and lead his troop of seamsters to the gaping hole in the front door. One assistant commented on the darkness, "my my, I didn't think we were in there that long?" And there was their on-going fight. The noise of which, between Skarpm and she-beast, rattled Iemitsu and his team with fear and anxiety. Just how soundproof was the backroom, exactly? Yuari, on the other hand, was forcibly a witness to the frightful noises of SHAKKATAR. But, oh, there was a delivery to be made. The client still needed to see the completed finery before being crushed to the death (Yeah. Iemitsu didn't hear the demand to stay the hell away from the fight). "MISTER SKAPRM!" Iemitsu called out from the broken doorway. His voice cracking through fear. There was no chance in Hell Iemitsu was going to watch a giant man die and not look good. "WE'RE GONNA' THROW IT TO Y-YOU!" Iemitsu called. His team in tow behind him gasping in alarm. Horror, even, that their collective masterwork was going to be thrown into the scrap! "On two!" Because standing there till three, probably would have signed off on these seamsters' demise from a shebeast's pounding. "One! Twoooo!" Iemitsu and his steam hurls the purple and gold finery toward Skarpm. Promptly the team pulled each other back inside, Iemitsu, in particular, was hauled in by his collar. "IT'S GONNA BE SO BEAUTIFUUUL! WHY? The head seamster wails, lamenting, pleading with a mournful reach skyward to the heavens as his team dragged him in to the back. They couldn't see their masterwork in action. Yuari scrambled behind and called back to Nami, hysterical through fear and a roll of tears "ARE YOU COMING?! WE HAAAVE A BACK DOoOOR!"
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☠ Nami ☠ ❝ The wave does not need to die to become water. For she is already water. ❞
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Being called little Miss, Nami couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow. Huh. Little Miss. She wasn't used to nicknames. Doesn't nicknames usually comes from one that are friends and family? Does this make them friends? She needed to confirm that. A bad omen? Hmm. Perhaps but Nami doesn't feel all that awful. The people panicking, freaking out, screaming, and even sobbing was informing this woman that, yes, maybe she should take this seriously. Sure enough, as he finished his sentence, there was heavy footsteps. Alert, she grabbed her umbrealla as she went outside to investigate but Skramp had beaten her to the punch. Made sure there was some distance because despite her being around foul smells before does not mean she wants to get closer to it. Damn.
Maybe she should go ahead and do something about it. With a wave of her hand over her face, a thin pearl-like mask appeared to cover her lower half of her face as she sighed with relief when fresh air had entered into her lungs. Though, she rather be close to the ocean. No matter. First things first, she was here to .... why was she here again? Oh right. Her distracted mind was pulled away when the female hollered loudly as Nami then noticed one of her allies at her hands. Her eyes narrowed as she was going to do something but Skrapm had stepped in. Her head was spinning as she tried to piece together to what he just said.... at least she got the important part. To do nothing stupid. Okay. In her opinion, she doesn't usually do stupid things but other people have said otherwise. The female went charging as she made her way towards the solider and checked on him. Grabbed ahold of a citizen roughly, she pulled the citizen towards her, "Take him to the nearest healer you know of. Go." She said as the citizen was snapped out of its panic, suddenly looked confident, and helped the solider up as they limped towards the closest healer... wherever that was.
Then came the talking. Or was it talking? They were speaking some weird gibberish language as Nami blinked a few times. She kept her distance and she was ready if he needed help. Made her way back to the entourage there was a funnel of flame heading towards them but Skrapm blocked it. With a soft raise of her eyebrow, "I could've blocked that you know." She smiled behind her mask. The smile wouldn't be seen but it would be noticed with the smile wrinkles by her eyes. Then he leaned down towards them, stay in the corner? Not a problem. Nami can still use her techniques from the corner if it was needed. IT seemed these shop people were back and they attempted to throw the suit at him. Then mentioned that they had a back door as Nami shook her head. She has a duty. She still held the flask as he didn't take it earlier when she tried to give it back. "Oh, you forgot the-" And just like that, his focus was back on his sister, "Flask." She finished. The moment she started slamming him, Nami had saw her chance. First, a handseal to combine two of the techniques she was going to use.
The sister would be engulfed in the prison and the prison itself was also a trigger for the genjutsu she wanted to use. Nami was focused and careful, she made sure that she waited until Skrapm's body landed on the ground so she can either let him go or the crystal would stop right at her wrist so she can help pry Skrapm away later if she needed to. In the crystal, the waters started to rush inside, the smell of salt would hit the female's nose and the sounds were real as well the pressure from the water as it started to creep up on her. Nami also did anotehr suiton Jutsu, she flooded the area but it was controled and not damaging. It was her way of preparing if she needed to. The small pool can be touched by the three of them. Walking through ankle high water, she kept her eye on the sister and headed towards Skrapm's aid. The water inside the pearly crystal would be cold. Terribly cold. Nami realized she was still holding the flask and umbrella in one hand as she looked around to place the flask and decided to place it between her bosoms. Maybe she needed pockets after all. Perhaps later. Gentle ripples were gentle as her movements towards Skrapm.
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Jutsu In the Spoilers
Bloodline - Genjutsu: → The user is able to combine their bloodline techniques and genjutsu together for one action by using the bloodline technique as a trigger by effecting the target's senses. This ability has a three post cool down. Bloodline Techniques and Genjutsu cost five chakra less per rank of the technique.
1st Activation: ▰ Pearl Mask [ Shinju Ōu ] | Rank X | Bloodline [ Shōton ]| X [ Simple ] By doing handseals, a thin layer of pearl crystal covers the lower part of her face in a form of a mask. This provides her fresh oxygen and protection from gas and inhalants. Depending on how much she pays the upkeep will give her protection from these inhalants: Tier 1 - Pay D-rank Chakra Tier 2 - Pay C-rank Chakra Tier 3 - Pay B-Rank Chakra Tier 4 - Pay A-rank Chakra
The duration is as long as she pays the upkeep.
2nd Activation:Crystal Pentagonal Prison [ Kesshō Gokakurō ] | Rank B The user crystallizes the ground beneath an opponent, attempting to encase their opponent entirely by turning them into a crystal, the crystal can travel up to twenty feet on the ground and up to ten feet in the air from the technique's origin point. Targets who are caught by the crystallizing ground cannot use their techniques normally are considered encased and must free themselves by expelling chakra equal to the rank of this technique and cannot, this takes an activation to perform. A victim is considered encased if they are caught by the crystal by more than a limb being caught by the technique. If the crystal is broken by anyone other than the Shoton user freeing the encased victim willingly, or the victim expends their chakra to free themself, then the target is subjected to chakra based internal trauma and external lacerations. Encased victims will always have a chance to able to free themselves on their following post. This technique can produce enough crystal to attack up to two targets, if two victims are trapped then the subsequent cost to release themselves from being encased is half the normal amount. Chakra barriers and aura armors stops this technique entirely regardless of rank.
S RANK CRYSTAL BLOODLINE GENJUTSU WITH: ▰Siren's Call [ Kappa Sakebu ] ▰Category: Enchantment ▰Rank: S ▰Primary Sense: Sight and Touch ▰Additional Senses: Scent and Taste ▰Base Duration: To the hip [ 1 post ] To the torso [ 2 posts ] completely covered [ 3 posts ] ▰Upkeep: 80 Chakra ▰Trigger: Handseal ▰Source: Sensory Phantasm ▰Status Effect: Mental Stress T4 ▰Description:The location suddenly start to fill up fast with water, it would seem like she's using Suiton technique. There would be hints of pearls here and there. Meanwhile, the targets would be paralyzed with fear as the water was thick to keep them trapped and unable to move as the pearls are rapidly growing to attach to their legs. As the water reaches to the hips, the pressure of the sea would be noticeable as their legs felt like they were being compressed by the steamroller. Their legs would be covered by pearls. The moment the water reaches to the neck, the compression of water could be felt as it would be hard to breathe. Once it reaches to their nose, they will start to suffer the effects of drowning. The salt water could be felt on their eyes and the water would be cold. And dark as the void. The target may be knocked unconscious due to lack of 'air' and the realism of being 'drowned' under the water.
3rd Activation:Water Manipulation [ Mizu Soujuu ] | Rank E-X [ S RANK ] This involves learning basic manipulation of the properties of water. Boiling, and pressurization of water are included in these studies. Boiling includes the creation of steam by further putting chakra into the water. The user cannot perform these tasks on larger bodies of water with this basic study alone. Furthermore, by learning to draw water from the moisture in the air, the shinobi can use water techniques without requiring a source of water nearby (unless stated otherwise.) An S+ jutsu always requires a water source, even if the shinobi in question creates it first. In this technique, X determines the amount of water to be created. At E-rank, about a gallon of water is gathered, and the amount quadruples with each rank after, capping out at about one-thousand [1000] gallons at S rank [enough to fill a small pool]. Learning this technique also reduces the cost of basic combat manipulation by five [5] chakra, to a minimum of five [5]. Freely manipulated water in these cases are treated as though they were simple for interactions.
Born Enchanter | All Shoton users of the genjutsu class automatically obtain the enchanter/enchantress path of a genjutsu class specialist (see genjutsu/genjutsu cross class). If the Shoton user is a genjutsu specialist already then they may be an enchanter/enchantress as well as a second path (illusionist, trickster, and conjurer). Ergo, if you are single genjutsu class then you get the enchanter path from genjutsu specialist and if you are a genjutsu specialist then you get the enchanter path as well as a second path of your choosing. xxxxxx ✧ Those who are a specialist can choose one category of genjutsu to follow as a path. You can follow the path of the illusionist (illusory focus), enchanter/enchantress (enchantment focus), trickster (instance focus), or conjurer (chain focus). Selecting a Path grants [3] additional custom slots and [1] keystone for techniques of that category. Genjutsu that are cast by those of this specialization are more efficient as according to the user's body rank, all Genjutsu are [10] Chakra cheaper to perform with the user's specialized Focus are further reduced by another [5] Chakra per body rank. No cost can be lower than a minimum of [5] Chakra. Once every other post all three of the genjutsu specialist's actions in a post can be used for genjutsu.
Genjutsu Path: Enchantress
Blood Knight → Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses. You can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. {The Overwhelming Trait does not apply to anything above S} In addition, Blood Knights are able to Korabo bloodline techniques at varying cool downs depending on the technique ranks for a single action. E-D - 0 C-B - 1 A-S - 2 S+ - 3 Second Class: Genjutsu ▱▰▱ Lasting Hypnosis → The user's genjutsu prowess has achieved a heightened level of potency and lingers for longer. The primary sense of any genjutsu that was released using Kai lingers for [1] additional post. This residual effect is minor because the manipulation of the target with the technique has ended. For example, a complete darkness sight genjutsu that was dispelled may leave the lingering feeling that the world is still a bit darker than it is in reality. If a genjutsu used a mental status effect then it will linger for [1] post longer at one level below what it was before at a minimum of level one. Originally level one mental status effects are too weak to linger. The base duration of your genjutsu are increased by [1] post at E-C, [2] at B-A, and [3] at S and above. Instance genjutsu are not affected by an increase of duration but instead cannot be dispelled by kai and only by pain. Genjutsu upkeep lessens by [5] Chakra per body rank and non-Instant are applied with overwhelming, requiring lingering genjutsu to use [1.5x] the resource to Kai.
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Skarra would be entrapped in the 'voodoo' magic. This was enough of a distraction of course that the grip on her brother would release and he'd slam into the ground. The cries of the tailor shouted just mid slam. A loud 'WOMP' that could be felt through the ground as he landed at Nami's feet as pebbles jumped and some blood pooled from Skarpm's body. Then his fingers twitched showing life signs as the water that was being made mixed with the blood. HOOO boy. Good thing that Nami had that mask because that blood of his was now PUNGENT. Groggily he'd get up and despite everything only showed a bloody nose to show for it...and well some mighty bad abrasions. In that moment with both a fierce and suave over to under grab he'd catch the clothing before it got soaked.
He'd turn his head in his sister's direction whom currently showed visible distress but that distress later translated quickly into a pure unadulterated rage. Fear. Induces two types of adrenaline. Fight or Flight. The minute the prison crawled its way not so much as up to Skarra's knee, the water around her that was rising didn't even come to mind. Sh would do without a second thought what many in the pitch who found themselves in a similar situation did. She grabbed one of her hatchets and cut it off...There was a wail of both agony and hatred. Blood spumed from where her lower leg once was. In tandem was the genjutsu simultaneously dispelled. Members of this tribe didn't whine. Eight-year-olds lost limbs and eyes and even they had it ingrained into their very soul that if they were to shed a single tear they'd be culled. NO WEAKNESS. Blood mixed with the waters beneath. Skarpm's and his sisters.
Of course her balance was shaken, but shortly after did she imbibe her own flask and was silent again. A craze in her eyes drowning not in water but adrenaline and intoxication. She propped herself with the massive hatchet she had used in one hand to remove the leg and in the other she would invoke a flame in her palm. With that roaring ball of fire in the other hand she'd forcefully place it against the area in which she de-limbed herself and proceed to 'cauterize the ******** out of it." It was in these moments she exclaimed in her own tongue. {{YOU DEFILED SHAKKATAR SKARPM! THE BLOOD TOLL MUST BE PAID!}} To which Skarpm would spit and point behind him accusingly at Nami {{"AIN'T MY FAULT DUMB HUMIE BROOD BAIT CAN'T THINK WITH THEY SMALL a** BRAIN SPONGES AND CAN'T DO WHAT THEY TOLD!"}}{{YOU ARE BOUND TO CULL THE INTERLOPER OR MAKE RIGHT THE BLOOD PRICE! YOU KNOW WHAT WILL COME IF YOU SO DENY SKARPM!}}
Skarpm gritted his teeth. Then looked at Nami. Then back at his sister. Then Nami. Then her tits. There's his flask. Without so much as a fine howdy-do he hand dove into those knockers and ripped the flask out faster than you could say 'the hell'. Cap popped the conversation the two had clearly made the man disgruntled as he downed a hearty amount of the rancid liquid and in the common tongue without looking back at Nami to even look at her either shocked or possibly insulted face. "YoU tRyNa HeLp, CuZ yA cOuLdA hElPeD bY dOiN nOtHiN lIkE yOu WaS tOlD lIl MiSs. YaLl IgNaNt((IgNoRaNt)) As AlL hElL hUmIe So ImA lIgHtEn((EnLiGhTeN)) yOu, ShAkKaTaR iS hOlY n s**t. DiDn'T kNoW, nOw Ya KnOw. TwO iN tHe PiT, tWo MoThAfUgGaS dO tHe TaKe OuT tAnGo, OnE lEaVeS oR oNe AnD a HaLf, ******** DiG, aNd YoU mAkIn ThE dAnCe A tHrEe WaY uNiNvItEd CoNgA lInE dUn GuN fUgGeD mE rEaL gOoD. sO, dO s-MaN a FaVoR. n ThIs TiMe JuSs SiT tHeRe LoOk PrEtTy AiGhT.
Skarpm just stared at his sister. Eyes still filled with furor but still winded from well...maiming herself in a sense. The two locked eyes as in this moment she was hunched and in this scenario, he was now the taller sibling. Skarpm would then grab the other hatchet on his sisters back as it clunked next to her. Eye locked on her brother Skarra would watch him get on one knee. Align the blade with the width of his leg....and then...bring it down upon it. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAG DAYUUUUUUM"
One howl later and stumbling backwards the two Oni. Both without a leg stared down at other. Nearest him was something that no doubt a pedestrian dropped earlier, a cane. He'd use this to get his grounding. Audibly panting and still bleeding he didn't have the means to cauterize his own would like his sister did and the look he gave nami screamed 'don't you dare'....but...Shakkadar was not over. That was something they both knew. {{I will end this now brother. You bring shame on the pitch and your lineage.}} Skarra would lean down and use what muscular force she had in her single leg to propel herself into the air. So that she could come crashing down on her brother a decisive blow if there ever was one. "{{Sis, I ain't give two s**t bout no lineage. Yall, got cullin, and power, but you know what you ain't got.}} Skarpm had spent the time it had taken his sister to ready her assault by donning the attire he was given that he had barely kept on him having tucked it in his waistband. Skarra's descent was almost imminent at this point. "{{{STYLE}} it was with that word alone that the outfit flashed blinding the large Oni woman as Skarpm took a deep breath, closed his own eyes and delivered a haymaker at the last second when he opened them. A surge of "chakra?" erupted from in this instance...to shinobi this would be the first gate of the eight gates...but to the Oni this was.. "{{The Blood Trance...so that was how you kill...}}"BTOOM. *SPLASH*. Water and blood rained down. It was done. Skarpm had won Shakkatar and rather than turn against Nami as the Blood code of Shakkatar demanded Skarpm surrendered his own leg to make even.
Skarpm's adrenaline of course at this point would drop as he fell shortly on his a** afterward. Yet..Skarra...she wasn't dead. Just unconscious. Visible by her massive chest rising and falling. "lIl MiSs, GeT tHe S-mAn SoMe SoMeThIn SoMeThIn. He AiN't FeElIn ToO hOt DiG. bRiNg ThE b-BoY tHaT hOoKeD tHe S wItH hIs FlY dUdS. tHeRe'S sOmE pReCiAtIn ThAt NeEdS tO bE gIvEn. MoThAfUgG Ol S-man miGHtA nOt MaDe iT wiThOuT a BrOtHa." Skarpm requested that Nami summon Iemitsu and also well. Something. That something was clearly medical treatment for his still clearly bleeding missing leg but of course, he wasn't in the mindset for specificity and the only thing keeping him conscious at the moment was no doubt the 'wicked elixer'
☠ Nami ☠ ❝ The wave does not need to die to become water. For she is already water. ❞
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Nami was watching as she even cut off her leg and the water was mixed with the blood. She could see people running and screaming away from the battles, complaining about the smells. Some even stopped and vomited onto the streets. Huh. She was grateful for having her mask on now. Hmm. Well this would be interesting, Nami needed to think of away. Perhaps, if she keeps putting her in genjutsu, she'll hack away more limbs and eventually run out of limbs to hack away. They started to shout and she saw Skrapm pointed behind him, towards her as Nami blinked and pointed at herself, being rather confused. Why was he pointing at her? Then she watched as if he was considering his next move. Nami needed to come up with something. He looked at her which distracted her. Then back at this woman. Back at her. Down towards her tits.
This caused Nami to look down too and she remembered the flask. "Oh." She lifted her hand to pull the flask away and hand it to him but his hand went right down and grabbed the flask as Nami was rather surprised at the speed. "Hey now." She frowned softly as one of the ladies had hopped away from the roughness and taking in fresh air. She worked her way tucking the lady back as she made sure her neckline was fine. While she was fixing the girls, the attention was back to her as she rose her eyebrow. Well. If he didn't need help, he had to be specific! Don't tell her to stand in a corner when she can move. And besides, didn't the sister try to attack the group and herself? Wouldn't that violate the laws too? Whatever. With her hands up as she seen other people do so, "Fine." was all she said as the crystals removed themselves from the sister and went underneath her, forming into a chair as she sat down, with her legs crossed. Holding her umbrella, she placed the umbrella on top of her legs as she was going to 'sit there and look pretty' as Skapm requested. Wait. Decided to actually sort of listen, she made sure her hair was not too frazzled, her twin knockers were in the right places.
Nami wasn't dumb no. She wasn't 'following' his orders. Rather, she was respecting his decision. She was even taught that if someone doesn't want to be helped, then don't help them. Well. Her eyebrow rose as he too, cut off his leg. They are such weird people and strange customs they follow. Oh dear. Her shoes were certainly going to be dirty with all this blood. With that, she used the crystals to make her own crystalized boots. Thigh high. That works. With a smile, she heard a thud and glanced over and saw the female was now knocked out and Skrapm's attention was now towards her. Something something? She pointed at his now amputed leg to see if that's what he meant. "Okay. You guys are so weird." Nami said as she stood up from her chair, crystal boots walking over the blood pool and even over the female oni. She could care less. Entered into the shop, she went to find the back door. "Oh, Iemitsu?!" She called out, rahter loudly which was a smidge surprising since she was wearing her mask. The streets were empty and less screaming cause people got the hell out of dodge due to the smell, "Skrapm want to talk to you and do be a dear, have one of your fastest go find a medic." Was all she said as she went back to Skrapm. "Want me to stop the bleeding?" She questioned towards him, figuring she could use the crystals to help stop the bleeding for the time being.
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Suiton l Doton l 1265/1370 Chakra l 1030/1030 Stamina
Jutsu In the Spoilers
1st Activation: ▰ Pearl Mask [ Shinju Ōu ] | Rank X | Bloodline [ Shōton ]| X [ Simple ] By doing handseals, a thin layer of pearl crystal covers the lower part of her face in a form of a mask. This provides her fresh oxygen and protection from gas and inhalants. Depending on how much she pays the upkeep will give her protection from these inhalants: Tier 1 - Pay D-rank Chakra Tier 2 - Pay C-rank Chakra Tier 3 - Pay B-Rank Chakra Tier 4 - Pay A-rank Chakra
The backroom door shortly opened. Iemitsu poked his head out. The pins on his hair scratching against the door with the awkward angle he wedged his head through. Iemitsu duly made a face with just a whiff of the air outside. Then pulled himself back in. He was away just long enough to fetch, wrap, and return with a massive scarf wrapped around his nose and mouth. Oh, to envy those without a sense of smell and taste. At this point, his assistants had to shove Iemitsu out of the door's way and close up behind him. His trailing reply was muffled behind layers of a blue wool scarf, "why?" He took cautious steps across the shop floor to the gaping exit, once its front door, and stops to press the wool scarf over his nose. Iemitsu could hardly manage a reply. He blinked. Furrowing his brows concerningly. However the request for a medic wasn't answered urgently, that is, not until Iemitsu shook his head and himself alert. In a pause, Iemitsu takes a breath (regrettably) before raising his left knee to eventually stomp his foot with all the fierce gusto in his body. For one who didn't readily practice the art of Ninjutsu, this Amano at least knew well how to interrupt either of his busy brothers when the moment called for it. From the contour of a cloud a tall man with a long heavy lock of yellow hair gasps and coughs before ceasing his breath. A flashlight clicks on in the man's hand he took from his belt before he shouting a name:"Mitsu?! Iemitsu we're in the middle of crisis!" He aims the harsh, bright light into Iemitsu's face. "What could possibly motivated you to pull me out of Kunoimine!"The seamster squints bitterly in the bright light and points at the remants of an Oni bloodbath. "Fit ix." The verbal (and visual) exchange was quick, actually. Udo, the oldest brother, glares at Iemitsu's outstretched arm and follows his point onto a sight he wouldn't have ever thought would strike up in front of a tailor's shop. A mess. Two casualties. He quickly takes in that this wasn't a humdrum situation and takes a breath. A spike of adrenaline surges as the Capitol official plunges into medic mode only wincing at the sight before him. As if he were suddenly immune, the breath he took reveals he's somehow been able to discount the stench plaguing the immediate area. He snaps his fingers and looks at Nami, a habit Udo couldn't lose for ringing in his brothers' attention. "You," Udo recognized her too. He knew she had some level of intelligence worth reciting a sound report. "Is she stable?" He motioned to dozing oni. "I also need to know if you can get some water running? I don't care how but I need this area cleaned for what I'm about to do. Pronto. Don't drown our bodies but I'll stand in a river if it means you can wash this gunk to the sewers."
"Hold this," the oldest Amano shoves the flashlight into his brother's chest before stepping forward. Trudging his white sandals through the awful mix of blood, sweat, and probably some unnameable filth the man was feeling with each step toward Skarpm following the light in Iemitsu's hand up to his injury. "Hold tight. I got this." He says, pulling back his hair before donning a pair of gloves from his supply. Behind him, Iemitsu was wincing at the sight his light was revealing. He dares a tug on his woolen scarf to unmask his mouth speak to Nami. Quickly. "What did I miss?" The seamster shoves his scarf back over his nose and turns, with vigor, between both parties as his elder brother was beginning his mending work over Skaprm's injuries. "WHAT. DID. I. MISS!?" Each word came about with a lively synchronized stomp to splash the mystery mix about.
ooc: OK! He's workin' in the healz. I made you all wait this long. I wrote this thinking she had more water techniques. Before I run out of steam - my recommendation is just to use Water Manipulation - if you want. If you don't wanna - I'll make Iemitsu groan about washing the ground.
((Post here is made under the assumption there was a minor time skip from point of healing to regaining eventual consciousness within the shop. Meaning this allows Nami to may have or may not have left by now but since Skarpm is unconscious he can't really aptly react xp))
Skarpm likely wanted to respond to Nami but like his sister shortly after making his request he was out like a light. Some time would pass, and his bleeding would be stipend at the behest of the healers nostrils no doubt unless Nami provided her helping hand in offering them all masks. At least the sisters blood was nowhere near as foul...with that time passing and through the efforts of Udo and his brethren and employee's the brother and sister were now stable and now..after whom knows how long...the large man did stir first. "HoNkIn SoN oF a b***h sToLe My FrEsH cAnKeR cUtTeRs Ya DiRtY rEaR sUcKeR. It was one of those scenes from the films where the guy in the bed wakes up blurting incoherence after taking a deep breath inward. Looking out the window the sun would have returned and the Oni would be shaking his head.
Opposite of him would be his hulk of a sister still out like a light in a similar fashion to his former out like a light-age and dare say to those who were there would have been subjected to her snoring which could rival a dragons. No doubt those who had been keeping an eye on his status wanted to welcome him back to awakened state but he'd raise a hand to silence them and grab the nearby bottle of 'wicked elixir' on the counter. "HoL uP, s-MaN gOtTa LaY dOwN tHe GoOd MoRnInGs." after downing the bottle he proceeded to get out of whatever bed or cough or floor he was on by immediately standing. If he wasn't already on the floor a loud thud would indicate he was now. Yup, he forget he had one leg less.
Despite this, or any encouragements to rest or slow down he'd make his way towards his unconscious tsunami siren of a sister and without any hesitation start slapping her silly. "WaKe ThE mOtHaFuG uP sCuMsUcK yOu GoT s**t tHaT nEeDs DoIn." it was comical as it was brutal, yet it took at LEAST twenty or slow slaps before groggily the giant woman opened her eyes. Where in she would grab her brothers neck and slam his face into the ground...only to look around and realize where she was and recount what had happened. She'd look in abject horror almost before the arms of a clearly 'used to being face slammed' Skarpm pointed at her dumbfounded face from his position. "ThAtS rIgHt BrOoD bAiT yOu'Re AlIvE aFtEr ShAkKaTaR gEt ReKt" Skarra would clench her teeth then her fist and remain silent and brooding for the most part. Skarpm on the other hand would slowly rise not showing so much as a bloody nose. He used a nearby cabinet to hoist himself up. "LeMmE lAy It DoWn WhY mY sIs AlL sIlEnT n s**t. YoU dOn'T cOmE oUt Of ShAkKaTaR aLiVe. An If YoU dO iT mEaNs YoU'rE mOtHaFuGgIn MuCk LiCkEr ReSt Of YeR lifE. bUt SiNcE yAlL hUmIeS pRoBaBlY dOn'T kNoW wHaT tHaT iS lEmMe UsE sOmE oF tHaT hUmIe TeRmInOlOgY. sHe'S yO b***h NoW. aN i SaY yO b***h BeCaUsE sHe TeChNiCaLlY mY mUcK lIcKeR bUt OuTtA bOnAfIdE gEnUiNe KiNd To ThE nEsS iMa GiVe Er To YaLl fOr ThE fLy DuDs DiG."
Skarpm would continue his 'explanation' of what was implied of his sister being assigned as the muck licker of sunrise apparel. In short those who loose Shakkatar and live are basically made into slaves, they loose their right to initiate a shakkatar, and the slaves must do whatever is requested of them regardless of the humility or disgrace it entails until the day they die. From eating garbage to licking doodoo from the bottom of a boot, to being objects, to serving the single purpose of being a breeding outlet...of course perhaps being given indisputable orders in the right hands could lead to something more pure that what the pitch often made their muck lickers do. A dismissed muck licker is duty bound to off themselves and it seemed the only way out of being a muck licker was to be challenged to a Shakkatar by their owner often for sport which allows their freedoms returned until the battle is over in which case the owner becomes the owned, or the owner is dead. All things considered Skarra could never return to the Pitch with the shame and status she had accumulated.
"So, YoU kNoW, bEaT hEr, BrEeD hEr, WhAtEv. S-mAn Is GuNnA gEt HiS gRoOvE bAcK oN. nOw ThAt He'S fLy HiS nExT qUeSt Is GeTtIn MaJoR sTrEeT cReD." Skarpm's straight up dismissal of a sibling's life in general and lack thereof may have come to a shock to sunrise apparel and associates but family meant nothing to the pitch. Skarra lost. Losing was not tolerated. Weakness was walking sin, and even Skarpm himself was a little rattled in how close the call was. He'd grab the cane that was hanging on the wall and hobble his way for an exit. He wasn't about to ask someone to give him a replacement leg, the man seemed bound determined to head out handicapped having just woken up from what many would consider a vicious beat down that would require weeks for recovery. His leave would certainly be a slow one proceeding ample time no doubt for anyone to intervene.
Hurrak
Jenni Deer
Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 1:07 pm
☠ Nami ☠ ❝ The wave does not need to die to become water. For she is already water. ❞
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No response. Nami blinked a few times as she apporached Skramp to check on him and realized he was out cold. With that, she used the crystals to helped slow and stop the bleeding until a medic had arrived. Finally, Iemitsu appeared and asked why she needed a medic as Nami guestured towards Skrapm and was watching with amusement and curosity as he started to stomped, as if he was throwing a temper tantrum.
Should Nami say in this case? Or do something? Geez. Her parents weren't kidding, she needed to learn to socialize more, and maybe she could figure out what was going on. That body language he was doing was... odd. But the cloud appeared and a tall man had approached. Oh. That was so cool! A sealing? A summoning? Nami just had to learn more. The tall man didn't seem so appreciative at being summoned so she was going to help out by directing his attention but was too late as the stranger, who looked oddly familiar, was now snapping his fingers at her. Is she stable? "Um." Nami started as she glanced towards the bigger female. "I .. think so? I can stop her bleeding too." She shrugged her shoulders, being oddly calm in this situation. Water running? Not a problem. She used her chakra as it started to rain, the blood being washed away. This was the grudge rain but Nami adjusted it so it was just clean fresh cool rain on this hot summer day. Nami was enjoying it the rain rested on her hand. Her head tilted back as she felt the cool drops landed on her face but then she was pulled back to reality.
Being shouted to what he missed, "Um." Nami started, trying to think of how to explain it, "So they were fighting, he looked like he needed help, I used a genjutsu on her," She pointed to the huge lady, "She cut off her leg, started screaming some language that I do not know, he cut off his leg... and yea." Nami said with a smile. Then she reached over to Itemitsu, her hand cupping on his cheek, and too, gave him a pearly mask to help him breathe as the rain was washing the blood way into the sewers.
Hours went by as Nami can help whatever she can help with. It could be masked or finding clean bandages. Suddenly, the male woke first and shot up, shouting something odd. Nami rose her eyebrow as she wasn't wearing the mask and those that had it weren't either. The streets were no longer stained with blood but there was certain moisture in the air as if it's been raining for hours. He got up so fast and Nami was going to stop him but the thud confirmed that he had forgotten. Figures. She was warned that he may forget. Oddly enough, he started crawling towards the woman that had attacked him and started slapping him. "Wait..." Nami started, completely bewildered and confused as her brows were furrowed. They fought for a bit as Skrapm had the upper hand and started to explain what was going on.
She... was to work for them? Nami watched Skrapm leave as she was now figuring out what to do. She looked at Itemitsu as she shrugged. "She's your problem." With a sweet smile, she opened her umbrella and left the area.
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Suiton l Doton l 1265/1370 Chakra l 1030/1030 Stamina
@ Just upkeep! I'll see about getting a posty out soon!
Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2020 10:19 pm
The seamster was quick to scurry behind Skarpm amidst his hobbling path. Out pacing the oni and dancing into his line of path, stretching his arms out, looking very distraught: "m-mister Skaarrpm! What about the bill? Sunrise didn't stop, drop, and roll down all the other orders make you a properly fitting suit in record time for free!" The elder brother was quick to follow behind just enough to close the distance. "Woah. Mitsu-mitsu-mitsu!" Udo shook his head. "Look, the man is making his way around on a single leg and you want his money?" Trying to be the humanitarian while being proverbially cornered by his most anxious of siblings was beginning to feel more draining than it should have been. Iemitsu's distraught had some sort of draining effect on his brothers. "Look, uhm," Udo frowns amid a pause. Did he hear a name? " S-man? You sure you're fine to just hobble away like that? I'm morally obligated to ask, ya' know. I did just heal your a**." Udo's attention was following Skaprm save for a second's glace he spent to look at his brother, who was frantically frolicking toward his elder like he was walking on hot coals, and promptly held his hand out rejecting his antsy cries. The closer Iemitsu desperately drew the more Udo's hand denied him with his bloodied hand was mushing the Seamster's face." "U-DO. WE made him the suit after he caused that. LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL FRONT DOOR."
In the sunlight, the damages to the front doorway were much more obvious now. Udo had frankly ignored the doorway's state. He was summoned to heal, apparently, and not stand there and survey damages. However, for a good solid ten seconds Udo did turn his head to study the damage. "That's not my problem." He said, stepping away and smearing remnants of Skaprm blood in Iemitsu's cheek. "Unless you're being robbed at knife point, heaven forbid, dead, the affairs of Sunrise is between You and Unki. I ain't the police," the oldest brother adds with a sassy flip of his yellow hair. (This was just his excuse to worm out of helping anymore than he had to). But again, Iemitsu laments as if fate was casting all the dramatic miseries of life upon him: "YOU'RE SO COLD. COLD LIKE THE BITTER REALITY WANTING TO STOMP ON MY DREAMS! AT LEAST MAMA SUPPORTS MY DREAMS! " One dramatic inhale gasp of air and a defeated wobble-walk back to the store's broken entry way later and Iemitsu was chirping again about the store's damages and calling out to any employee who'd listen. Anyone who would help. Meanwhile cutting out his brother's cries, the hard-nosed medic was back to holding up the one-legged Oni again, "Hang on just a second. I'm not the police but I am in-charge of security at the Palace. So here's the skinny." He motioned at the taller, foreboding older sister with the massive limbs and hurt pride. "She's a muCK licker now, huh? A slave?" Udo snaps his fingers with his proposition, "How about we," he said calling out to Skarpm, motioning to himself then back to the Oni. "We give your Sister a fitting muck-licker position and have her work as my muscle. I could use a hand on the Watchtower. I'll take this and I'll look the other way about that," Sunrise. Udo spent another second staring at the distraught mess his sibling was. Embarrassing him. Just one ordeal the medic will be hearing about again later with obnoxious repercussions, surely. Then snapping his attention back to Skarpm, "How 'bout it?"
Meanwhile Masaji, the artist, shortly came out of the shop with a calculator and notepad in hand. Wordlessly taps on Iemitsu's shoulder before handing him the results from the gritty number crunching. A tally regarding an estimate for damages, materials, labor (which was underlined with notes about being doubled), and the something titled "extraordinary circumstances" which was cleanly crossed out and connected via line back to the details about the "damages". Seeing these numbers, Iemitsu knew he couldn't lose his head but didn't want to cause a plethora of other problems just as Masaji didn't want to have to tack on more work.
The eccentric steamster could feel he was about three MORE disappointments from spiraling deeper into becoming a truly frazzled seamster. He swallowed. Collecting his composure with a breath and revisted Skarpm up-close. Standing by Udo. His shield. "Alright. Mister Skarpm! Because I run a business I must be firm. We will cover the damages but I must implore you to at least cover the cost of the suit. No interest." Behind him, Masaji was growing pale with word the Seamster spoke. "We went through exceptional means to provide you exceptional service, I hope. Taking your sister into service for Kumoito will cover the damages cost, I guess." He cast up to Udo and then to glance to Masaji, who was giving Iemitsu a wide eyed, vicious gesturing with his hand over his own neck. A horizontal slash over the throat. Sever his head? Iemitsu thought, frowning in alarm of his assistance's sudden turn of violence. Oh. That means "shut up". ""Hmm. If the cost comes out of Unki's pocket it won't hurt us! She's like our landlady now." Iemitsu clears his throat again and turned the notepad upward."Fifteen-thousand."he announced, unsteady of how the Oni would take the total. He ripped a scrawled notice off his notepad and held it up. "Fifteen-thousand ryo will cover labor and the materials for your suit and the labor! Now, the suit is yours most definitely! It will always be yours! I wasn't born with the privilege to dismantle a team-built masterpiece and we appreciate you choosing US for your clothing needs! But until the debt is paid I must HUMBLY ask that you spread an honest, positive review about your experience at Sunrise Apparel, in Kumoito, to the world!"
The large Oni-cracked his neck. His escape slowed down, by more than just a flaunted piece of paper and some hoity toity fella but some external fourth dimensional force. Like one of those guys tip tapping on some clicky thing done forgot some s**t or something. "My BaD, tHe BiG mAn In ThE lAnD oF ******** MaSk WeArIn ViRuS hUfFeRs FoRgOt To ClAcK hIs TiCk TaCkS. tHaT sPiT n SaId LeTs GeT bAcK tO iT jAcK. yAlL yAkIn MoRe HuMiE tErMs B-rO. wHaT tHe MoThFuG eVeN iS a RyO?" It would be made deathly apparent that Skarpm had no idea what the hell a ryo was or what currency was for that matter. In the Pitch tribe you wanted something you took it by force. Payment was made in beat downs and blood. Likewise Skarra still in shock wouldn't have a clue what the heck a ryo was either. However, Skarpm did know one thing however, and that was the second half of this arrangement which was spreadin 'street cred' about sunrise.
"PiCkInG uP wHaT yOuR pUtTiNg DoWn, SpIt MaD rHyMeS bOuT tHiS sHoP aLl Up In ThIs DiNk'N tOwN. tHe NeW dUdS aRe NiCe So AiNt GoTtA aSk TwIcE lEaVe It To S-mAn To SeAsOn ThAt ReP wItH sOmE sPiCe." He'd pop his collar before he raised an eyebrow at the word 'debt'. That was something he also understood and given his upbringing could not correlate with the numbers that were present on the paper. "Oh I gOtTa DeBt NoW, wElL aIn'T tHaT sOmE s**t, gUeSs DeSpItE hOw He'S fEeLiNg S-mAn'S gOtTa AcQuIt. YaLl HeArIn ThAt RiGhT, yAlL bEsT bElIeVe It ScArY, s-MaN gOt LyRiCs LiKe A fUgGiN dIc-TiO-nArY. sO wHaT iF s-MaN's JuS a LiTtLe BiT wReCkEd If YaLl ReAdY tO gO hE's ReAdY tO sEtTlE HiS dEbT." Suddenly Skarpm's muscles would tense and his chakra would flare the opening of the first gate, despite his injuries it was clear that the miscommunication in regards to a 'debt' was at fault. Again, as all things in the pitch, debts, exchanges of services, etc, it was all settled through one thing. Combat...and it was truly something else that a guy who'd just gotten out of bed was already raring to go. Sunrise apparel of course would shiver and shake from the immense force building up inside him alone and that being said was 15,000 ryo worth the potential hundreds if not thousands that could come from a bout of miscommunication with a hulking rank n stank oni. To even hope for any form of monetary compensation would require piercing that cultural boundary...and assuming the brothers were smart enough there was a way to do so in a way that Skarpm would understand, a thing that pertained to his interest in the 'baller' life style...because as far as the Oni knew those fancy gold teeth and sick shoes were just 'given' to 'ballers' for simply just being FLY As a mothafugga and trashing the 'posers'.
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