☃Squad 1's Camp

[dreadno]

lucas came up in the rear of the group.
"so... now what?"
he said slowing down as he got closer.  

[dreadno]

Lucas began preparing four sets of four tags with his barrier seals on them. all of them were designed to be used for the versatility: solid barrier. these were likely to be of use later on.  

[Winterwolf78]

James found a shady spot and sat down to take a nap. Everyone was taking forever to get set up. "Wake me when something happens people."

with tjhat James prmptly made a large Ice hat, and pulled it over his eyes while leaning agaist a rock.  

[Winterwolf78]

James woke up and felt refreshed. he had burned a little bit of chakra right before he left. Now that James was up, and not s**t had happened he was getting impatient.

he occupied his time by gathering some of the nearby local nerves,and pulling some from his medical kit. With that5 he went to mixing.

James mixed up a large batch of a powerful neurotoxin. once the batch was finished he coated all of his needles tips with the poison. The poison would paralyze any limb the needle hit almost instantly, and if left untreated would spread. James tucked the needles into there sheaths and poured the rest of the poison into a jar.

"Hey, anybody want there kunai to pack a little extra punch?"

Poison creation B rank
neurotoxin: limb paralysis, spreading paralysis every 3 post without treatment.

Chakra:270  

[dreadno]

as he was now bored of waiting Lucas began to train his jutsu. he started with one he'd heard about but never really got to ever learn. the temporary body paralisis. he started by channeling the chakra into his left hand and then atempted to manipulate it as if he were striking a person and targeting their nervous system. he could tell he would be able to do it. it was a simple enough jutsu.
(temporary body paralisis 1/1)  

[dreadno]

Lucas worked on improving the time that a person remains paralyzed as well as the strength of the paralisis itself. he focused on improving it only gradually as he wanted to know that he could do it successfully. he manipulated chakra through his hands like before. this time though he was giving a slight movement to the chakra while it was still in his hand. this would give it a little more of a stick to the person he guessed. he also put in a little extra chakra to maintain a balance.
(temprorary body paralisis +1)  

[dreadno]

Lucas knew that increasing it's effectiveness would be paramount to further operations. he focused more chakra into his palm while continueing the movement of the chakra. with the extra chakra the movement of the chakra became slower and would be less effective as a result. this ment that he would have to improve the rate at which he was forcing the chakra to move.
(temporary body paralisis +2)  

[Chezmonkey]

Amaya yawned, then saw a Flare pop over the horizon before vanishing. Then, a clone of Ganchou popped out of her belt. Nodding at her, it left to a part off of the camp to do some work. She shouted out "C'mon guys. We can at least move into position outside of the enemy encampment now. I believe my cousin is there, so lets go say hi!" before strolling on her way.  

[dreadno]

Lucas shook his head... this was going to be one long mission if they just got closer and never really did anything. he didn't complain though. he simply followed Amaya.  

[Winterwolf78]

James stood and followed.  

[Flawed Anubis]

Siniku ran into the camp and looked around, "Damn they've already started..." he said before noticing the flair and started running towards it. If his plan worked the guys would have a lot more help then they needed.

"I just hope they haven't attacked the Guards yet." he said quietly to himself approaching the Old City.  

[Chezmonkey]

1/4 Sand Shuriken

The clone paused in a large sandy part of the camp. Smiling, it pulled out a small book and flipped through the pages. The book detailed techniques that past shinobi of the Sand had developed, and the various ways each one performed them. The clone decided that he himself would focus a part of the bloodline he'd mastered.

2/4

Concentrating, the clone stretched out his arm. The sand below rumbled, and shook. Staring at it more intently, it raised and lowered it's arm in a beckoning gesture, trying to coerce out what it wanted. The sand took shape, and a small disk popped out of the sand.

3/4

The clone nodded, but decided it could do better. Beckoning again and again with the arm, more and more sand flowed upwards until the disk was the size of a windmill shuriken. Smiling, the clone whipped the arm in the direction of a boulder.

4/4

The disk hit the boulder, and it shattered under the force of the shuriken. After practicing with a few smaller disks, and eliminating the need to beckon with the arm, the clone bowed once to the desert, and poofed.  

[Chezmonkey]

The figure finally reassembled in the sa ds, having flown all the way to the desert. Grabbing a slice of paper l, he quickly wrote two notes, then whistled thrice and called down screech. Sending him off, he collapsed in the tent of the ruins  

[Chezmonkey]

Lying in the tent, he dropped the douka and flapped away the cloak to the side. His lower body in shambles, barely held together during the sprint at the Raikage's office through sturdy splints and force of will. Judging from the bone cracks and sight, it was unlikely his legs would ever be usable after about a day. Sighing, he turned towards the setting sun and pondered. He knew that if an ANBU's cover was blown, he was on his own. Even more likely, they'd shown up at his village and would attempt to enlist their help in hunting him down. Which SOME people there would gladly offer, for the best interests of the village. He used some charcoal to seal himself once more, safe from a Sharingan, but after that there was nothing he could do. His passes to Suna would be revoked, an Oinin squad if not worse would be after him, and most likely he would be a Kill On Sight. He wrote out a huge letter, called Screech once more, and sent it off. Then he wrote a will, and hid it on his body. Only Suna Hunters would find it, he hoped.Crawling even more so into the tent, he covered himself with a charred blanket, and went to sleep.  

[Chezmonkey]

Ganchou, awaking, found he couldn't even twitch his legs. He stared at them, then laughed, a sad, derranged laugh. Grabbing his Suna headband, he slowly, sadly, carved a single line deep through the emblem, and hung it on the wall of the tent. Taking off his jacket, he also hung that up. Making himself comfortable, he had a sip of tea and waited. Suna was unknown mostly, but in the village their tenacity at going after betrayers was unparallelled. He would be found. It was only a matter of time.