Cecil arrived with his charge behind him. She would be greeted by the sight of a mansion. Something one really didn't expect from Cecil. Most people assumed he lived in a crappy run down shack. When they arrived at the front door, they were greeted but a servant who opened the door for them. He would walk in with his student and look around for a second. "Just the way I left it, not burned down. Anyways I will give you a tour once you have cleaned up." He led his student to his personal room, which had of course his personal bathroom. It was quite a nice room with a decent amount of decorations, the most noticed feature would be the fireplace. The bed was huge but looked quite comfortable. "Alright you can use the bathroom in there, shower or bath its up to you. Everything should be in there for you to clean up, and I will go get you some clothes."
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Stats : Speed: 7 / Strength: 8
Chakra: 225/225
Passives: • Sharingan Perception While the Sharingan is active, the wielder is able to see even the slightest movements made by their targets, making them near impossible to trick with a sleight of hands move; this includes being able to see chakra, even underground.
• Jutsu Mimicry While in battle, the Sharingan can let the wielder mimic a jutsu that was used in the previous post as long as the wielder may use that jutsu for an additional 50% chakra. The user may mimic a jutsu that is not of an element they possess, as long as it is below their rank, for double the chakra cost. Any jutsu mimiced lose 1 rank in power
• Jutsu Copying While observing a jutsu be performed, the Sharingan may copy the chakra patterns used to perform the jutsu, allowing the wielder to gain instant knowledge of how to perform the jutsu. In order to learn the jutsu, it must be a jutsu the user is normally able to perform, meaning only jutsu of their element, clan, or bloodline. Uchiha are able to copy one element outside of the ones they know, but it must be within the five main elements.
• Genjutsu Identification Due to the ability to see one's chakra flow, the wielder of the sharingan may see when one's flow is being disrupted by a genjutsu or tell when they themselves are under one, allowing them to break out of them easier.
• Dance of the Willows Passive It is the first of five dance forms. Using the ability to manipulate their bone structure, the clan member will grow and extend a forearm bone through the palm of their hand to form a stabbing instrument. Using fluid and precise movements, they will then impale opponents.
• Dance of the Larch Passive Karamatsu no Mai is a form of Taijutsu developed by Kimimaro to take advantage of his cursed seal and bloodline ability. It is the third of five dance forms. After activating the level one cursed seal form, Kimimaro will begin to extend multiple bones from his body. Both from his rib cage and his radius and ulna. Because they are hard as steel (and can be as hard as hyper diamond at Kage), these bones can act as a strong defensive mechanism against incoming strikes. Due to this they will also serve as an offensive attack to allow Kimimaro to move with little effort to impale his opponent.
• Your bones aren't the only part of your body that are resistant. Your skin and flesh are both highly invulnerable to a certain level of physical and elemental damage. Your skin feels and acts like stone; it's like a hard outer shell that defends you. You can have a sword lodged into your throat but from the average ninja, it'd take many seconds to pierce all the way through. You're a moving tank. When you've mastered Senpou Kaguya, your skin becomes as tough as corundum.
• You have enhanced perception, and for good reason. Kaguya train their whole lives to dominate melee, so they are better than most others at predicting attacks and perceiving the enemy's movements.
PHYSICAL TOUGHNESS -- The Taijutsu class not only teaches you to ignore pain, but can also make you immune to damage from weak attacks, based on your rank, making you almost immune to damage 2 ranks below you:
Senkei's mind was quiet for a time as she followed behind Cecil, and likewise an eerie sort of silence took her lips and voice as well. The influence of the enemy was gone for now. She... they? No... it had done what it pleased for the time being. She was left to deal with whatever consequences would come from here on with the mob, with the shinobi world she was now signed away to. Somehow, even though just about an hour ago she had been stunned, she felt as if now there was no point dwelling on what Cara had made her do. Perhaps it was the influence of the enemy in of itself, but she was strangely at peace with it. Now, her mind was focused on moving forwad, figuring out a way to deal with it. With every passing step images filled her mind of the graphic scene, the moments before it. Now, she remembered them as if somewhere inside, there was a lesson to be learned among all of that. Slowly, every second she dwelled she realized that, no matter how she resisted, the enemy wasn't something she could avoid. She would have to fight against it tooth and nail.
By the time she reached the mansion, she'd began to feel the blood start to get sticky. She desperately wanted to be clean, and that was for sure her own feeling. Cecil had a fairly nice place. Being a Jounin must pay really well, or maybe he saved up his bonuses. Eitherway, she was impressed by his living space. So too, was the enemy. She wanted her own Mansion, one day. They both did? Senkei buried the thought that her wants and needs were the same as the enemies as Cecil turned to speak, and she looked at him with a look of innoncence that didn't mix well with the situation at hand. She nodded to his first statement. A shower would be welcome. She followed him into his bathroom, paying respectfully long glances and gaudy adornments about the walls and on desks here and there. The girl found her hands undoing her shirt's buttons already by the time he said he'd find her new clothes. He'd turn to find the girl looking at her own eyes in the mirror, shirt falling from her shoulders, black and white bra, colors cut down the middle like her brain, untouched by the gore. "Thank you, Cecil," she offered, snapping out of her daze and closing the door behind him. When she returned to the mirror over a porcelain, ornate sink, she jumped at the sight of some kind of... man behind her. Her head snapped aroud so fast it cracked painfully, and she winced, but not before realizing there was no one there. She turned back, and that figure was there again. A slender humanoid shape, wearing a two piece suit, the blazer buttoned and a scarf around it's neck. His eyes... they shined blue like the aura of her chakra did... a crack above the left and below the right side betrayed that he was not a man... or at least no longer. Aside from those and his mouth he was a featureless monster. Moody Blues rose a hand to her mouth, and he mirrored her movements. His own hand... it was so oddly familiar. She couldn't place it very well at first, but as the seconds passed she realized that those hands were the same ones that appeared when she activated the second set. This was her? The enemy? A crackle of laughter sounded out and a sound unexplainable accompanied it. Like a million psychotic voices echoing against one another, not melodious but rather as if in contest. They grinded her ears drums like sandpaper, they were loud. She didn't flinch though. This felt natural. This feeling of unease was a known one. You always did misunderstand situations without our help didn't you. No, Senkei Aomine. Moody Blues. I am not Cara. But Cara is a representation of me. Cara is the thing that you want to ignore, to make disappear. I am not merely the will of your darkside brought to life. I am more than inevitability. Whispers of forever fail to show you me in the future, for I transcend the purposes that Cara, that Kleine, that all but Falsalasar himself seem to cling to. Your self destruction will come first. And you will come to understand Cara with time. Well... even if you don't you will accept her. I await you when that door closes on your life.
Her spine shivered with each word. Her very body crunched down into a terrified mess when he spoke, or it would have if she wasn't frozen, seing the world in shades of gray. His warning... his promise... his... prediction? Whatever it was, it was the most disgusting thing to hear, but on the other hand she couldn't help but be captivated. She didn't cringe away when he tpold her Cara was inevitable. It scared her, but not so bad that she broke down like she did earlier. The gray scale turned down, and her ears perked up to the soud of running water. She could see the steam rising from the water as it rushed, it was entirely too hot... but she felt a numbness suddenly. Her hands reached out, falling below the stream and the moment she went to pull back, Cara returned, replacing the man in the mirror. This time, however, Senkei knew she couldn't resist so she didn't try to. That's a good girl. In we go. The slimey voice of the woman was back again... and when the scalding water hit her skin, she merely accepted it. Cara felt the surrender, but knew this was only due to her being mentally exhausted. That was good. Knowing surrender would make the corruption all the more easy. Senkei, who'd known loss and hatred, greed and the opposite of altruism since birth had a well of negative emotions, and Cara fed off of these. She grew strong all that time. Now, she would have fun and make Senkei enjoy herself while the girl was too weak willed to fend her off.
As the tub was stained red and the hot water blasted away the blood, Senkei reveled in the pain the heat was causing her. Her bottom lip clenched tightly between her lips... her hands running through her hair. Senkei hadn't felt this good in ages... and she knew it was not to be credited to her own mind. Cara made her feel disgusted. Cara made her feel terrible... but she also could bring her pleasure. That would be the theme of this next bit of fun. Cecil would find his ears filled with a hum, something sultry and sweet all at once. The moment he heard the sound echoing from the bathroom, Cara immediately activated the power of the perpetrator. Feelings of desire and arousal would overcome his thoughts and mood as the girl hummed a tune. Like a siren... her goal was to turn him on and with the power of the enemy she would not fail. This sort of mental dance she was putting on for him would not conclude even as the shower ended and the smell of cherry blossoms flooded from the room. Senkei, a towel around her upperbody and down to just about the halfway point of her thighs, left the bathroom. Her teeth still held her bottom lip, arms crossed below her bust. She locked eyes with him then, still amplifying his feelings. Water dripped with each step she took closer. Her heart was beating rapidly, some things Cara couldn't stop as Senkei became nervous of her actions. Which of them spoke was unclear to Senkei and Cara, but words did come out when she was less then an inch from him. "Did you find me something to wear, Sensei." The last word would roll from the tongue in an exaggerated husk of a tone, almost like a moan. If he hadn't been pushed over yet, she'd be surprised if that did not.
Senkei was, in honesty, no virgin but she had never thought to use her psychic powers in such a way. Cara and the man in the mirror laughed at her innocent mind. Senkei was disgusted with her own manipulation of his mind. At the same time... she was impressed at her own power. Just another hook for Cara's boarding party into a permanent residence in Senkei's mind.
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