Toya stood in silence while the creature that had blessed him with momentary peace of mind gave him information about a world that was moments ago foreign to him. He'd noticed a map in his backpack before but never cared to take a look at it. He didn't recognize any landmarks using it would be useless without a compass. But now he had something to go off of. Now he had information on the world and someone that could probably give him more. Suddenly he felt something deep inside of him that was absent for so long. Excitement. He only got such a rush when he slid a knife slowly but firmly into the lower abdomen of a woman he so desperately wanted. The look in their eyes every time pumped ecstasy into his body and a sense of numbness would rush over his body. They wanted to understand why so badly!
Paper wrapped around her tightly like a boa constrictor suffocating its pray but the purpose wasn't to kill. Toya simply wanted to make sure his victims didn't move while he had his fun. In a room covered in virtually every inch by white paper he would dissect his victims slowly watching their some times not so differing reactions. He never spoke during those special moments. He just breathed it all in. There were some women that scowled at him for a long time really showing off their endurance but in the end the panic would always set in. Toya would always wrap their mouths with paper so they never got a chance to plea but they could moan all they wanted. The eyes were important to him because the idea that he might feel pity for them at some point and stop was what kept them going. They thought that he'd have a sudden change of heart and just let them all go. Oh the thought made him chuckle some times in the middle of the process. That laugh would throw any hope they had of survival away. His silence was important. But their skin against his skin. Their blood over his body. Their hot breath against his neck as he slipped the knife further and further. It was almost like he could feel their sould escaping from their body.
It all caused him so much joy it was a shame he would never remember any of it. But while it was sad indeed it posed a question. Would Toya's disturbing hobbies resurface in the new world? Or would they gain new form? In his excitement ideas rushed through his head on how to approach the oncoming journey he had ahead of himself. "I will...I-" He cut himself off as he rushed to his things and went through them while mumbling to himself incoherently. "Ah yes." He announced once he'd found the map. He spread it open across the floor where he once slept and tried finding the land marks that the Fade had given him. "The ocean here yes." He mumbled tracing his finger over the north star on the map. "What can I expect there?" Toya asked while looking at the map. His mind was still putting the pieces together for where he was and where he needed to go. "The defenses that is. And this power you speak of. It comes with a price of course. The world has gone into complete chaos but cliches never fade." He was almost done figuring out where he was. The boy once known as the White Death of Sunagakure did not become known through brute force but because of his genius. Unfortunately his genius came with a high price.
Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 7:31 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... || tab The lovecraftian horror's tendrils drifted from the darkness to look over his shoulder, almost as if he could see with his appendages. A low rumble came from its body before it spoke again, this time with a hint of curiosity."What exists, you ask? Fades belonging to the Pale Moon Clan, those that took over the heart of the Land of Iron after the Iron Lord's fall. With your reawakening they will hunt you to feast upon your memories, and your emotions. You, and those like you, will sustain the war machine to expand to the west and take the Hive and Cluster clans that hold sway there." A chuckle that held little amusement at the prospect. "I would avoid them. As you are now you would not survive except against the weakest of their number, the Husks who inhabit the forms of the dead and forgotten. You will need help if you are to face them directly. There are others of your kind nearby that may help if you wish that route. Otherwise, you will need stealth. There are villages, of course, ruins and ancient places filled with spiritual ruin and masterful technology."
tab"As for the latter..." He chuckled before the voice continued, though there was no amusement. "Power always comes at the expense of something else. What would be required will depend on the promises you make, the power you desire. That will be between you and the gem."
❥Nina became increasingly confused the thinner the woods of the forest got. There were... inconsistencies. She was so sure the forest had a familiar scent to the wind but everything she could see was completely wrong. Neither Iron nor Snow had ever been so off. There was something about the ground, the wind, and the sky... something that would elicit fear in some people. Death was closely intertwined with the area she had found herself in. The more the crazed girl thought on the matter the more she began to doubt herself. Halting in place she began inspecting her body, with how starved she was feeling there was no way she should be in a physical state such as the one she found herself in now. Her skin and muscles were healthy, her stomach flat, there was nary a wrinkle to show her age, and most of all she was shorter than her prime. Feeding was the only way for her to retain her young adult body, but she was somehow even younger and yet she felt like the time she was feeding off only stay deer. That time had lead her to taking a form closer to a granny! "Wrong. So much is.. is this truth? False. FaSLE. It is all wrong wrong wrong wrong! Ow owowowOWowowoWOow. It hurts. Daddy please st- gone. Where? Where is my darling? DARLING? Ah." For a moment she had forgotten what she was doing, her mind crumbling as the pain eroded away at her.
She had walked to the edge of the forest without even thinking of her situation. Snapping back to reality she latched to the nearest tree, her eyes wildly darting about behind and in front of her. With nothing to see she slowly made her way up the tree in question. Climbing carefully as to avoid damaging her gloves. She stopped as high as the branches would allow, anything higher being far too fragile to attempt sitting on. From her earlier body pat down she was gifted with a rare sense of clarity upon finding a spyglass hidden away in her jacket pocket. She began chewing harder against her already irritated lips as she peered off into the distance. The things she could spot were... wrong would probably the right word to use. She was seeing creatures she had not once encountered in her many years traveling the continents nations. She thought she was the most monstrous thing that wandered, but those creatures unnerved her. Through all of this there was one prevailing thought in her mind. "How... How do they TASTE?" She asked herself, clutching her stomach tightly before trailing her fingers up her torso and into the valley of her bosom. A small inconspicuous item was tucked from the region's clothing, and with a single flick of her it unfolded to expose itself as a knife. With a second flick it was hidden once more, the whole act was done out of habit just to make sure she could still control the small weapon if need arises. "Do they bleed? Blood. Hunger. OWowowWOWW! HU-hunt. Careful careful caREful. Weak, stupid hunger!" She glared upwards towards the clear skys, sunlight basking on the little exposed flesh she had. With a couple flips from branch to branch Nina was back on the ground, the crunch of snow all that signaled her return. She had managed to spot one building that looked semi safe to approach. At least it had the least likely chance of bumping into one of those unnatural creatures. And perhaps there was a sleeping sack of nourishment hidden in its walls, if not well there would at least be reprieve from the sun. "One two, the shunned is coming for you~" Chakra Pool:: [100 //100] Stamina Pool:: [100 //100] Blood Pool:: [025 //100]
Quote "So you’re saying that both blasphemy and praise are forms of worship to you? You truly are the bearer of a deep and profound philosophy! A God who makes puppets of all men for sport and is just another clown himself! I see. Then his vicious ways make sense. Very well. Then we’ll have to stain the garden of God with the brilliant colors of despair and terror. We’ll have to show the director in heaven that he’s not the only one who knows what entertainment is!” :: Gilles de Rais Nina's ThemeIcon - Sorry About Your Parents
Odoeb
Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 7:13 pm
Lanfaer
Toya moved frantically towards his backpack as the being spewed priceless information about the world Toya now inhabited. He searched through the many things someone had set up for him and the other girl. "Hehe." He chuckled to himself remembering her for a brief moment. She hadn't lasted long but he had. Toya was a survivor. This world was perfect for him he thought before finally reaching for the notebook in his bag. But to his frustration the one to fill his backpack had a great sense of irony and hadn't given him anything to write with. "Damn!" He cursed before rushing back to the creature. He bit into his thumb and used the blood to hastily chicken scratch some of the key things he was being told. Pale Moon Clan. Weak in current state. Being hunted. Stealth approach. Power. Toya was filled with excitement. This was much more intense than plotting against an established village and killing civilians. The politics of his world were boring compared to the new game of thrones being played by the creatures that took over the shinobi world. Toya wanted his piece in it. "Haha you want me to break free an escape mallet with an escape mallet." He mused about how ironic it all sounded. Needing to gain power in order to gain more. "Tell me where they are on this map and when the time is right I will either make them bend before me or take what is theirs before they even know I was there." If the being did decide to tell Toya where they were located specifically on the map he'd mark it with his blood and leave quickly. If not he'd laugh and say, "One day we will meet again. And I will remember your aid." What he meant with that only he knew.
Leaving the house the boy felt naked. It felt as if he'd been in there for ages. Now he was back in the cold world that had attacked him ruthlessly since his awakening. "Hm hm hmmm~" He hummed putting on his blue mask. "Oh I'm the type of guy-" He sang quietly while stealthy moving around the area. "They call me the wanderer..." He was moving towards what he assumed was an abandoned village on his map. Toya's only pride was in his paper make and intelligence. Admitting he was weak and needed to search for more power was not above him. "I'll sacrifice anything for my desires."
Huh. Intreresting. Musunde thought, running a hand through wavy black locks in thought, running a finger over the red band that kept his messy ponytail in place. He watched creatures that should've definitely been corpses start puddling together into an oily heap, turning into a monstrosity that wasn't too far out of the norm. In the past a monster capable of that sort of "regeneration" wouldn't have been an issue, but with a much more limited amount of chakra, he wouldn't have many chances in exploring what made them tick. "Way to ruin my dramatic monologue by not dying and all. Really killed the mood." He grumbled, probably not loud enough for them to hear anyways. Counting down, there were about thirteen "normal" ones that stood behind, and that's without counting the grouped one that was a bit more of a monstrosity than the rest of them considering the extra limb and all. They were liquid, with their masks being the only seemingly solid part of them. Process of elimination showed that cutting the oily, liquid parts did nothing but slowed them down, leading him to believe that the secret to killing them would lay within the masks they wore. He'd likely just consider the effort to be not worth it if it were just any creature, but fades had a special way of getting under his skin in a way that annoyed him more than possession.
Blade still crackling with the concentrated chakra of both form manipulation and its scabbard, he decided to reduce the strain on his arms by lowering the sharp edge of his weapon against the ground, a dull hum forming from the resistance. While he'd normally reduce the length already instead of just keeping it there, he needed to maintain the range he had just in case his newfound enemies sprung into action. Looking over his shoulder to yokai he traveled with, a dry smirk settling on his features. "Any chance that you happen to be thirsty for whatever these things are made of?" It may not have been completely obvious, but it was his way of asking for the help of his new "guide." The former prince's own pride wouldn't allow him to blatantly ask a fade for assistance, as it went against his boiling blood and screaming thoughts. Still, it wasn't his first time working on a team, and it wasn't his first time fighting alongside someone he didn't necessarily like. Limited memories still allowed him to recall situations where he could find himself stabbing his ally just as easily as the enemy in front of them if it were under different circumstances.
Musunde's somewhat humorous and entirely insensitive plea for help wasn't entirely useless. Assuming that his partner wasn't able to temporarily occupy the bodies of his enemies within his maw, Musunde had a potential method of getting rid of the liquid on their bodies, at least for a time. He was able to visibly see that they moved through that substance, and that the masks seemed to act as a sort of anchor or "brain" that facilitated the movement. It would be a hassle to break them normally since they'd be able to move freely, but with that movement restrained, even if for a moment...his mind worked tirelessly through multiple different scenarios that could occur once a vulnerability showed itself, along with the fastest method possible just in case the window for an attack was ridiculously short. Basically, he was going to allow the next move to play out, see if his partner would act at all. If not, he'd need to be reactive instead of aggressive if he wanted even a slim chance at success.
.xChakra/Stamina: TBA/TBA - TBA/TBAxxxxRank: Nobody (E). xxxxClass: Something great, once. xxxxTechnique Used: I've still got my scabbard and Form Manipulation ongoing. Nothing new, not yet.
Lanfaer
A promise is a promise
Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 8:08 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... || tab Toya strode through the snow with purpose in surging through him like a drug. And yet each step took him deeper and deeper into the bowels of this retched place, for the map he had been given showed that through the city would prove to be the best path to take. The monstrosity had marked on his map where the so-called "Prince of Rust" was located, but had refused to explain the title before slithering off into the darkness at Toya's parting words. This left the boy in some semblance of a pickle, given this "prince" was in the most direct path out of there. A large highway led from south to north, knifing through the heart of the city outskirts like a blade without touching the large heart of the city itself. As he continued to move north the boy might well consider just how dangerous a position he was in, what with the cold reaching bone-numbing levels just minutes after exiting the building on his journey. Perhaps a fire, or some winter garments, would be of some aid here. tab As he walked down the street it would become quite apparent he must be in what some called a "strip mall", what with the many different shop faces frozen into opaqueness from centuries of cold. Maybe it would prove to be a place to catch up on some supplies or, better yet, find something warm.
tab The Hound stared towards the other fades with varying degrees of disgust at the suggestion. "I don't eat the filth of gluttonous fear, boy," he hissed, expression somewhat offended. Or as offended as a canine could be. "What do you exactly expect me to do? These beasts are made of cursed water. Destroy their masks, or the nodules within them to sever their anchors here." Turning its head to look back at the creatures as they began to mold and squish and move, his grin became more feral than ever. "Here's an idea. Wear me."
tab The ancient blood of old stumbled her way about in disarray, the sound of feet and the scent of life nearby worming its way into her nostrils. Something was nearby, something that lived and breathed, though whether it was animal or man was difficult to tell as the snow burned away the scent as it trailed across its pure face. A taste of it was all she needed, deep inside her gut. Would she follow it to the wounded fox that lay within, its azure blood steaming from the belly that had been gutted? Would she find where it hid, beneath the floorboards of the building she approached, what might have been a clock maker's shop in a time long past. Would she make that decision? Or would her instincts kick in instead?
Musunde rolled his eyes when the hound expressed its disgust at the idea that was given. It wasn't like had any idea what kind of fades they were, or what kind he was for that matter. Still, it was nice to know that he was right on the assumption that their masks needed to be destroyed. He was a bit hesitant on the thought of cursed water, though...nope, that didn't really sound good in any kind of way. Even if he could destroy their masks, he didn't exactly have the armor or healing necessities to deal with such a thing, if it ended up as bad as he thought. His sword seemed to be mostly okay, so that was a thing. "Here's an idea. Wear me." If he was hesitant before, he had definitely been sent into a standstill at that. Looking back at the hound with an expression that was at first dumbfounded, he eventually gave a dry chuckle and mirthless smirk. "That sounds like such a terrible ******** idea." Despite those words, he reduced the size of his extended blade and moved his left hand, his arm pointing out towards the hound in a gesture that showed he was ready for...whatever it was that meant.
.xChakra/Stamina: TBA/TBA - TBA/TBAxxxxRank: Nobody (E). xxxxClass: Something great, once. xxxxTechnique Used: I've still got my scabbard and Form Manipulation ongoing. Nothing new, not yet.
❥Nina carefully wove her way through the snowy land, or she would have... if the scent of freshly spilt blood wasn't currently driving her insane. The moment she had stepped into the range of the small shack all reasoning was tossed out the window. The Ancestor hunched over momentarily, fingers dragging across her face before unhooking on side of her face mask. The mask dangled from the right side of her face, braced teeth out in full view along with the subtle scarring around her lips. It was a fairy obvious sign that this had happened: Her eyes were completely pink now, only a pair black pinholes could be parced out from the endless pink. It was like looking upon a shark in frenzy. The pain was unbearable for her, to her if she didn't fill her stomach now she would die of hunger. She inhaled a nice deep breath of that bloodly stench while she continued walking for the buildings door. Luckily for her, or for the owner, the door was unlocked. "...Three four... shoulda locked your door~" She whispered out as the scent of fresh blood tainted her mind completely. Nothing was keeping her from getting a hit of that life essence, not even the object of her desires being hidden.
Her shark like eyes darted around the run down clock makers shop. "Let's stop hiding~" She hummed out, her eyes landing on the flood boards bellow her. Even among her own people her nose was abnormally strong. Her face took on a wicked grin as she bent over, digging her fingers into the floor. She gripped around the corner of a floor board before peeling free from its position. Thanks to the rusted nails holding it to the beams bellow it came out without too much effort. "Now how could you do something so cruel? Hiding from little old me?~ Don't you know... I'm starved." She said quietly her final statement carrying nothing but malice, her bright pink eyes locked onto her prey. The wounded fox knew what this meant, even with it bleeding out there was a small very small chance they might have been saved... that chance is gone. It didn't take her long before two more floorboards were torn out. The Ancestor dropped bellow to the foxes hidey hole, her strange hair began whipping about her head like crazy as she gave the animal one last tooth smile. The metal of the braces melted into her teeth glittered slightly as she lifted the fox into the air. Her jaw closed around the creatures neck before it could even recognize what had happened, her syringe like teeth dug into the flesh and directly into a nice thick vein. The predators eyes rolled back as she sucked in her preys life essence, its body visibly wrinkling like an empty juice box. [Kyūji] A wave of pleasure shot down the faux hojo's spine, while she wasn't full or close to being satisfied... she wasn't starving anymore. She dropped the useless carcass to the ground. She began licking her lips clean of the azure blood. It was a strange feeling the off colored blood, it was like drinking a slushy. "Cold..." She noted before taking a second whiff of the air to find any more blood dripping with life essence. Her pupils began fighting for dominance in her eyes, the small pinpricks expanding slowly as the pink began drawing in.
[-5 Stamina for tearing up the floor.] [C Ranked Kyūji used +20 BP, BP above 35% Goblin Shark PA deactivates Strength and Agility return to normal.] Chakra Pool:: [100 //100] Stamina Pool:: [100 //100] Blood Pool:: [045 //100]
Quote "So you’re saying that both blasphemy and praise are forms of worship to you? You truly are the bearer of a deep and profound philosophy! A God who makes puppets of all men for sport and is just another clown himself! I see. Then his vicious ways make sense. Very well. Then we’ll have to stain the garden of God with the brilliant colors of despair and terror. We’ll have to show the director in heaven that he’s not the only one who knows what entertainment is!” :: Gilles de Rais Nina's ThemeIcon - Sorry About Your Parents
_______________The Narrator Whispers... || The hound stared at the proffered hand with a mild amount of amusement lighting up his otherwise expressionless face, but, at first, all he did was observe the young swordsman, and made no move to equip himself, however that was intended, to Musunde. In the meanwhile, the conglomeration of the water-type fades melted into several puddles on the ground where the large version previously stood. Six of them to be exact. From each puddle rose one leg, and then another, and finally the round disks that served as masks as they dragged themselves back to their original forms.
It was only when the first, the closest of the creatures, charged that Musunde's fade 'companion' followed his promise of potential protection and leapt at the extended hand, split face wrapping around the limb and quickly clambering up to his torso. Assuming the boy didn't fight back, he hound would reform into what could be almost considered a second skin. It formed into a perfectly fitting set of dark, plated armor. Gauntlets were tipped in claws, providing an extra weapon if he lost grip on his blade for any reason. And to top everything off, a helm descended over his face, providing plenty of range of view still despite the small eye slots. What he couldn't have known, however, was that this 'helm' took the form of a mask, not unlike that of a fade's.
[Think Odogaron male armor but dark in color. Provides C-rank defense with a scale of [3].] [Fade 1: D-rank charge]
It wasn't like any armor he'd worn before. Maybe it was the way the first layer wrapped so snugly against his flesh, or the light helmet he wore. Even as one of the creatures charged, Musunde took a moment to look over his arms, seeing the black armor and plate, even the claw-tipped gauntlets. The sound of hooves against the ground finally came into focus, and he realized that it wasn't the best time to be checking himself out. Blue eyes glared from behind a black mask at the quickly approaching fade, its mask in particular. I should... The gears in his mind started to turn. After so long out of combat, his senses needed a bit of time to sharpen. It was probably a few feet away and swiftly closing the distance before Musunde pushed off on his back foot, backstepping a few times. move... He finished his thought, hands twitching in response to the situation. Counter...I need to, but how? His hands responded with instinct from the information received by his eyes...he saw the rough material of the fade's mask, and it made him drop his weapon in response. "Useless. How unlike the runaway prince to let a blade such as that rattle against the cold ground. It wasn't his Suwari, his Reitokumo. If it wasn't that sword, it was just like any other heap of steel.
Need something...with more kick. The distance between himself and the fade wasn't large, but it was enough for him to clasp his hands together. The sign he made was the first, no, the only one that came to mind. The tenketsu in his body was on fire, working overtime to direct his chakra where it needed to go. No surprise, considering it was the first time he put it to work in hundreds of years. What was a surprise, though, was the feeling of...life...that coursed through him. From that moment onward he saw the world with more clarity. He felt the tinge of cold on his cheeks despite the mask he wore, heard his heart pounding in his ears, noticed more approximately the fine details of the fade's mask and its distance from him. Realized how slow his hands were moving, how hungry he was and the way his arms ached from that first strike against the creatures. The black-clad boy in fade armor was a more imposing force all of a sudden, and with the last sign finished, he extended his arms with open palms, damn near pressing against the mask of the opposing creature. Zankuuha The word roared in his mind, and the bright blue chakra flareup around him brought back that ever-familiar "armor" that shadowed the boy.
From that point-blank position, he unleashed a huge blast of wind, the gusts quickly becoming deafening from his perspective. Well, I'd hate to be the other guy. Just like the fade mask, there was no way he'd be able to notice the way his blue eyes glowed in the dark, just like they used to. They'd been dull and dormant up until that point, but he'd definitely revived, for lack of a better word. While he didn't have all of his old techniques, he made up for it with his combat focus and quick thinking.
.xChakra/Stamina: TBA/TBA - TBA/TBAxxxxRank: Nobody (E). xxxxClass: Something great, once. xxxxTechnique Used: Zankuuha [Decapitating Air Waves] Rank: D Strength: C Speed: E Description: The user releases a large blast of wind directly from the palms of the hands. The gust is strong enough to break rock. (Cast in point-blank distance against the creature charging in)
The cold did little to stop the boy. The scarf around his neck, the clothes he took from the forgotten girl's things, the mask protecting his face from frost bite and the gloves that heated up his hands almost magically did their part. If he remembered anything about his past he'd muse at the contrast of his home village and wherever he was. His initial assumption was that he'd somehow ended up in the Land Of Iron. Yet it didn't sit well considering the snow and cold was followed by the being that had initially attempted to kill him. Before it appeared the land had seemingly tame weather.
The boy stopped walking in the middle of what to him was a market area. Several stores surrounded him but they looked foreign in design. He assumed they were stored due to mannequins he saw here and there. Resisting the weight of time like haunting visages of a time long gone. "s**t." He mumbled looking at his position. "Hopefully the fades that linger around these parts consider it too cliche to ambush me hehe." He rolled the map back up and hid it in his backpack. While he couldn't avoid an ambush he could search for supplies and avoid starving.
Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 4:46 pm
_______________The Narrator Whispers... || As could be expected, the blast of wind at point blank range shattered the creature's mask. The liquid that made up its body continued surging forward from the moment, likely soaking Musunde and splashing harmlessly against the trodden snow. This, if possible, appeared to enrage the remaining five even more.
A sound echoed from one of the nearby buildings, the sound of someone whistling, the type to draw attention. What or whoever it was drew the gaze of three of the hounds, a gurgling snarl rumbling from them as they slowly backed away before turning and sprinting full tilt toward the source of the noise. Whether they were returning to some sort of master or charging to attack something else was left to interpretation, but it could have honestly been either reason. Likely a relief either way to the weakened Musunde.
The two that remain began circling their target in opposite direction, watery jaws snapping threateningly as they waited to see what the swordsman would do. It seemed they had learned from the hasty actions of the first one not to strike thoughtlessly.
❥Nina reigned in her madness brought by hunger just enough that she could begin thinking once again, no longer moving based on base needs. The faux squid looked at the foxes corpse before climbing back out from the floor, kicking the torn floorboards back into place. She quickly adjusted her face mask back into position to hide her distasteful mouth from sight. "Oh I wonder if the flesh carver is still around?~" She hummed predatory eyes sweeping the small shop like building she had stolen away into. That fox did not seem to suffer from a natural wound, the cut down its stomach was too clean to have been an accident. Yet... there was no blood trail, nothing leading to the place the body was hidden, and nothing like blood covered hands for her nose to pick up on. The mystery man could be her next meal if she played her cards right. However it was a mystery that would have to wait as an overwhelming trumpet sound thundered through the shop. Ancient clocks creaked with anticipation as the ever present rumbling of foot steps followed. The hojo hated the sound of a large group storming around her. She had been the victim of many, albeit deserved, witch hunts when she would finally slip up in a village. A large group also meant more chances for her hunger to take control. It would be like looking at a full buffet table. She groaned, while it was unlikely they were coming for her it was possible they would do the same as her and inspect the lone building.
"Clocks... bell keeper? smith? clock maker? hobbyist? Choices choices. Simple is best. SHHH, quiet down. Its a great plan." She bit at at no one, seemingly hearing a voice that wasn't present. She quickly slid her knife into her brassiere and began getting to work. The off kilter Hojo was no stranger to adopting personas on the fly. It was due to her tendencies that she oft had to pretend not to be who she really was. She began opening the windows to the shop, her eyes carefully peeking out to the scenery for any sign of where the sound was coming from but failed to spot a single soul... besides the strange creatures she had avoided on her way to the shop. Yet it sounded like they were right in front of her eyes. It was frustrating not knowing if the sound existed or if the squids mind was playing a trick on her again. Like the time it made her she thought a woman was trying to remove her mask and caused her to break the woman's hand. She quickly perched herself behind the shops counter and fished around the shelves for something to camouflage herself with. She found what looked to be a broken clock and placed it on the counter before plucking what looked to be tools one would use to fix it. Her skills laid with making chemicals not with mechanical functions. She she pretended to be interested in the clock while doing nothing but staring at it. Chakra Pool:: [100 //100] Stamina Pool:: [090 //100] Blood Pool:: [045 //100]
Quote "So you’re saying that both blasphemy and praise are forms of worship to you? You truly are the bearer of a deep and profound philosophy! A God who makes puppets of all men for sport and is just another clown himself! I see. Then his vicious ways make sense. Very well. Then we’ll have to stain the garden of God with the brilliant colors of despair and terror. We’ll have to show the director in heaven that he’s not the only one who knows what entertainment is!” :: Gilles de Rais Nina's ThemeIcon - Sorry About Your Parents
Lanfaer
Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2018 9:27 am
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"Truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie.."
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The whipping winds, the scream that came from all around as cursed water splashed upon his allied armor...Musunde could feel it all. His hands - they felt empty without a blade, though that was largely his fault. An impulsive action. I can't break that stone with my hands...am I limited to just Zankuuha? He wondered, not certain in his ability to constantly land the same technique multiple times. The options were limited. Not only that, he could feel the anger of the pride demons, and a sudden thought brought a small laugh to his lips.
Pride.
If he were to have a sin, that'd be his. That same pride which left him unable to use most weaponry, too drawn to the weapons from his homeland. The traits of his royal blood, his natural superiority over the others who roamed his lands. Yeah. He had pride. He knew it too. "I'll give you something to feed on." He said taking a step forwards and extending his arm, gesturing for the enemy to come closer. Taunting them. "Come on. I'm not done with you yet." Just before they could most likely get riled up enough to attack, a whistle echoed throughout the alley, catching his attention as well. His first thought was that he might have bitten off more than he could chew, but then he saw most of the leftover fades begin running towards where the sound came from. Relief was supposed to follow. Meant to arrive with its sweet embrace.
That didn't happen.
Those were murderous beasts off on the rampage once again. If he didn't exterminate them, who knew what they'd do? Who they'd hurt? He'd seen their work before. The after effects of their slaughter, and the broken psyche's caused from the torment of their "feeding." It wasn't a small gripe, or heroic duty...Musunde hated the fades. The ground he'd walked on a hundred times before had become little more than their hunting grounds. The gods were abandoned, and the memory of the dead had become tarnished. Skeletons remained without burial, and the vermin had the nerve to play their war drums on his land. He wasn't going to remain the hunted. No. Their rule- their infestation had gone on long enough. Every one of you. The words had weight in his thoughts, and he seemed to slouch forwards where he stood despite the sound of snapping jaws. His right hand crossed his body over his stomach while the left rested against the scabbard of his haphazardly discarded katana. His left forward was forward, but the stance overall seemed a bit too relaxed.
"Don't get us killed." The voice came from his armor, but Musunde was too busy focusing. "I'll be ending this in the next strike. I'll probably get splashed again. If you don't want to go through that, I won't blame you for leaving now." Musunde responded, his voice completely calm. His glowing eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, most of his attention going into his hearing for that moment. Waiting for the added weight of that first step against the ground. The cursed water of its body would make a sound, and he'd react, just as he did so many years ago. How many times had he been in that position of complete focus? The manifestation of chakra armor around him from casting Zankuuha earlier dispersed slowly, leaving in a slow burst that left visible particles in the air.
He was rigid, still as a statue while he waited for the slightest change. If they didn't make their move though, he didn't plan on waiting forever for them to take their turn. There were stragglers from the pack that he had to round up, after all.
_______________The Narrator Whispers... || A moment of silence again, as if the hound fade that made up his armor were actually considering abandoning him for its own safety. But that was not in its nature, being what it was. "You are of no use dead, Musunde," it responded, but gave no further explanation, remaining where it was as the boy's armor.
A small voice in the back of his mind, however, continued. Let your hatred fuel you. Hunt down those who defile your lands and tarnish your name. Take back what belongs to you. Musunde would feel a burst of energy, a revitalization that seemed to deepen his pools of chakra and stamina, and the world around him became ever so slightly clearer, as if his senses had sharpened.
Gained Tracker class and a Talent: Scent Trail Rank: X :: Training Requirement(s): Tracker class; associated Tracker hunting skills Trackers find their marks by following trails that would be otherwise near invisible to the average person. But they are not born with the gift; it comes from practice and training. While any Tracker is capable of following a trail, those that focus on this training are able to do it faster and better. Each rank trained in this ability reduces the skill level needed to track creatures of equivalent rank by two [2] points. Likewise each rank of training reduces the number of posts required to track a creature of a rank by one [1] per rank. In other words, E-rank training gives a one [1] post reduction to E-rank creatures; D-rank training provides a one [1] post reduction to D-rank, and [2] to E-rank; etc. Training is done by, of course, tracking creatures of those ranks. Training must be repeated for each of the Tracker’s tracking skills (i.e. Normal Animals, Monsters, etc.). Receives no reductions to learning.
Gained E-rank training in tracking Ma no Kai'iki
Just as predicted, one of the fades lost its patience, and charged at Musunde, snarling savagely as it pounced to strike. However, it didn't make it far a blast went off in front of the young samurai, catching both of the remaining fades within and likely knocking Musunde off of his feet from the concussion. As the smoke cleared, it revealed two different sights. The first was a male human with short, curly golden hair and hazel eyes looking slightly shocked, likely by the explosion. And the other, and probably more important, was that the two fades still remained. But where once was water, their bodies had solidified, and they seemed to ooze a thin black steam that slowly took over the smoke steadily clearing the area. One of the fade's--likely the one that hadn't charged--masks was cracked. Its focus was on the newcomer, while the other still faced Musunde.
The young man, maybe fifteen or sixteen, held up his hands as the fade--its steps seeming to almost stutter--approached him, a dagger held loosely in each. "Uh... oops?" Twirling the daggers so that they were held reverse grip, he widened his stance, bending his knees so he held his weight on the balls of his feet. "We might want to pick up the pace after that before something else shows up, yeah? My bad."
