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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:26 pm
Despite its rather Holy and Up beat name, this location is rather the quite opposite of what it sounds like. Standing at over fifty-seven stories high, this tower of beautiful, pure white marble is one of the most secure and feared prisons, housing common criminals to the most dangerous of people known in history, all kept under an iron fist. Caged and controlled by fear, the prison is open for anyone and everyone alike to come and observe the prisoners like animals in a zoo. It is not uncommon to find families picnicking in the building nor to see children playing or vendors setting up shops.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:07 pm
"He's in here. The usual precautions, drugged with a mild dose of opiate and hands bound so he can't use jutsu. You have ten minutes.", the guard's voice gave some hesitation to letting the ten-year-old gennin into a prison cell, but Cruxis's letter from the Academy stated the situation and the guard had little choice but to let him pass. Cell Twelve, Prisoner Number 02T087. The boy stepped slowly into the room, glancing at the dim features that lit it. Split in half by cellbars, the prisoner was confined to half the room's space while his visitor used the other. A single wooden chair stood on Cruxis's side, and only a chamberpot and bedroll on the prisoner's. The sullen man was silver-haired and filthy, his back haunched over from imprisonment and ridicules. He said not a word as he slowly stood up and walked to face Cruxis, his two blood-red eyes glaring through the cell bars towards the boy as if to say 'Come, laugh at me. If I weren't in this cell I would break your little neck.', but Cruxis was adamant on his decision, moving the chair closer to the cellbars and taking a seat. The gennin's eyes flashed with a hint of light as he focused his chakra, towards the man, picking up trace images of the past within his mind as he closed his physical eyes to the world and opened his mind's eye to the world where time was simply a direction one could travel as if walking forward or backwards. His doujutsu, the Ryuugan, was the embodiment of this - drawing forth brief images and memories from a person, place, or object's past. The largest limit of this power was the need for physical contact. In this case, it meant Cruxis would have to tough the prisoner, which he did by placing a hand upon his cuffed wrists. Poison. A woman. Screaming. Sobbing. Begging for mercy. Blood. Merciless.The images came with a voice, a rare occurrence, it had only happened twice before in his three years of using the technique. "Nooooo! Please, no! I beg you... please.. don't kill me...." Cruxis let out a soft sigh, opening his eyelids, revealing a single draconic eye with snakelike pupils and steel blue irises and his other eye gleaming milk white, fluttering the feed of visions and images in and out of his mind. He looked at the dusty ceiling above him. How many times has he been haunted by those same images in his dreams? Too many to count. It seemed that it would always haunt him every second he was alive. Sighing softly, he sits up from his meditation, swings his leg over the chair and sits on the edge, leaning his back against empty air, his elbows resting on his legs, remaining in that same position as his memories hear the same woman, begging and pleading for mercy. Closing his eyelids, he rubs his forehead gently, wishing that he can make it go away but he knows why he's haunted by this. He's the reason why this woman is begging for mercy. He's the reason why she screams for her life. He's the reason why she died. It was his mother. Too long he had been haunted by the same dream. Too long he’d listened to her voice crying out. Her voice is not the only one he remembers, but her voice is the one that influenced him the most. Sighing out of frustration, he lays back down on the bed, his eyelids closing as he slowly pulls that memory back to remember every single detail, to remember everything. There was a small boy with short blue toned hair. He had two blue eyes. He clutches a small rabbit stuffed animal close to his chest tightly. "Cruxis! Come on, supper is ready!" Cruxis turns his head away from the TV and sees his mother, long flowing blonde hair with perfect curls. "Yes mother." Cruxis says, getting up, still holding the stuffed rabbit close to him. He seems only to be five or perhaps six years old. He climbs onto the chair and glances at the food, then to his side. It's empty. It seems that his father is not here once again. "Mommy, where's dad?" The little Cruxis question towards his mother. The mother only simply smiles towards him. "He has to work again night; it's you and me, partners in crime." She says smiling then Cruxis lets out a small sigh, nodding. The mother frowns, wishing that he isn't affected deeply of how the father is not there. "Tell you what. Let's eat some ice cream afterwards, it'll be our secret." That brought a toothy grin from Cruxis. His two front teeth missing and not yet grown in. He holds his stuffed rabbit with one arm and uses the other arm to eat. After dinner, the mother puts on her jacket then helps Cruxis put on his own jacket. Then she smiles, turning around, moving her long blonde curls out of the way, "Come on! Let's piggyback!" She says towards him. Young Cruxis once again smiles and climbs onto her back, wrapping one arm around her neck, the other holding on to his dear rabbit. They head towards a car and drove off to a popular ice cream place.
"Come on, it's time for bed." His mother says and Cruxis nods, already in his pajamas, a pale blue long sleeve and matching blue pants. He climbs onto the bed, holding the rabbit close to his body. The mother smiles, tucking him in, kissing goodnight on Cruxis's forehead before kissing goodnight on the rabbit's forehead. Her fingers slowly strum a beautiful wooden lute, playing a gentle lullaby to sing Cruxis into a peaceful slumber. Dreaming about the days when his father was always there to join the lullaby in song. When they were a family together.
She walks towards the door, turning off the light and swinging the door shut to close it, but she left a crack open, to give Cruxis some light to be able to sleep in. Cruxis looks around in his room, to make sure that everything is in place. Holding his rabbit close to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around it to make sure it wouldn't move or even fall off from the bed and closes his eyelids. Crash. Thump. Drip. Drop. Drip. Tick. Drop. Tock. Drip. Thump. Tick. Cruxis slowly opens his eyelids, by all the noises that are going on, he frowns, wondering what's going on. "Mommy?" He calls out. No respond. Tock. Drip. Tick. Drip. Thump. Then he hears something... no, someone, screaming. Cruxis’s eyes widen as he slides off of the bed, and peers through the crack of the door. His eyes widen even more in horror. He sees his mother kneeling, covered in blood, in front of a stranger. Standing tall with a suit. A black tie. A black top hat. His two red eyes glowing down at the woman. The figure squats down to be in the same level as his mother, grabbing her perfect blonde curls now stained with blood and pulls her head back. "Nooooo! Please, no! I beg you... please... don't kill me...." His mother says, sobbing. Cruxis wanted to scream. Cruxis wanted to run to his mother and be safe in sound in her arms. But he was unable to move, too horrified by the sight. Without any word, the figure draws a blade, pressing it against her neck. "I'm sorry. But you are marked, you must die..."
He slits her throat and the body falls with a thump. Cruxis lets out a gasp when his mother eyes seem to be glaring at him... souless... lifeless. Cruxis instantly went into his closet, shutting it behind him, hiding in the dark corner, clinging to his rabbit. His knees up to his chest, holding his rabbit close to him and sobbing quietly into the stuffed animal's shoulder. His milky white eye returned to steel blue, the man in the prison winced at the draconic glare. Cruxis's academy graduation had led up to this moment, the chance to meet with his mother's killer and bring justice. Floor forty seven, cell twelve. Cruxis had always believed it to be a part of the raid when he was small, but the phrase 'you are marked' clung to his memory. What had his mother been marked for, by what, and for what reasons? The two figured glanced at one another, before the prisoner finally spoke. "A new bloodline was emerging, Doujutsu class. We tracked down the male and poisoned him, made it look as if he were dying. We heard his dying words mentioned to take care of his son, and so we targeted his wife to eliminate the birth..." "You were mistaken", Cruxis's voice was firm in his resolve as his palm extended and grasped through the bars and firmly hand the man's forehead. In his pursuit of genjutsu, he had learned many things of the human mind and its perceptions. Discoveries stated that humans only ever used ten percent of their mental capacity, that the remaining ninety percent lay as dormant potential. Cruxis called it the End of Reality Jutsu, a massive channeling of chakra into the victim's forehead to expand their mental capacity for a brief moment before whisking it away like a fleeting flame. As the man's mind was expanded, Cruxis held the connection as he spoke fiercely, "You refer to the Ryuugan, the eye of the dragon... The son was already born... he is me... Whoever you are, you left me alone for three years before I was taken in. Killing you won't bring them back, and it won't make me feel better."Cruxis's hand pulled back and broke the connection. The man fell backwards and slumped over. His eyes glossed over with confusion and his mouth hanging loosely. "And so I've not killed you... I've broken you.", he spoke as he kicked the small chair aside and left the man in his cell, a small stuffed rabbit left to rest on the floor where the chair had been placed. Quote: Line Count: Before: 0 + This Post: 92 = New Count: 92
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:32 pm
He slammed the door behind him, his deed done, without looking to the guard who had escorted him in. The journey out was walked in silence, all forty seven flights of stairs down. Cruxis focused his mental fortitude on maintaining a veil around his mind, blocking out the deed for the moment, he didn't want to think upon it... The killer had deserved it, Cruxis's mind had been made up when he initiated the technique. He had forgotten to question who 'we' had meant... Was there really an organization of men who sought to eliminate new bloodlines? The old wooden lute at his hip swayed back and forth as the wheels in his head turned. For now, he would have to put this mystery on pause. Cruxis knew very well he had been rash and made a mistake, as his teachers would have said - the curse of youth. They knew when to take action, but when doing so tended to overlook details that could aid future efforts. There was no helping it, what was done was done. As he exited the massive tower, Cruxis moved his hands down to take hold of his mother's lute and strummed it gently before seeking out a quieter place to think. He had not played in some time. Between developing the End of Reality, studying for his final exams for the Academy, and the journey here, there had been little time for it. But he knew he needed his music if he were to maintain some degree of sanity after his actions today. And so the boy found a hillside spot with a soft patch of grass to sit on, taking the lute in his hands and playing the chords gently as he sang, quietly at first. He sang of old fairy tales, when monsters ruled the minds of children and men told tales of halfmen around their war campfires. ♫ From the watchman's gaze
Atop Caer Berwyn's tower
Looms the end of sunlit days
In sight, a Goblin army's power
Seven days and seven nights
The battle rages on
Defenders mostly gone
Five dozen men, their weapons drawn
Until the bitter end, they fight.
A goblin warlord starts to scale
the highest tower, through a breach.
Defenders see him and grow pale.
Their arrows can no longer reach.
The goblins' flag soon flies
Defenders flee the keep
Towards the mountains, hidden deep.
A last defense, survivors weep.
to see the Caer 'neath blood-lit skies.
A Goblin King ascends
Upon Caer Berwyn's throne.
A human knight descends
to face him on his own.
He steals in through a stream.
He finds the Goblin King.
Their swords soon clash and ring
as Goblins jeer and sing
to the Knight's dying scream.
The horde of goblins has passed on
A ruin remains in Berwyn's place.
Peace and prosperity now long gone.
A burnished scar on the white cliff's face.
The wind howls o'er the broken land
The Caer shan't be rebuilt
The land's last flowers start to wilt
Its people driven out, or kill't
by the blackguard goblin band
A gentle rain begins to fall
Slowly washing pain away
A lonely sparrow sings its call
to signal in the light of day
Solemnly the ruin stands.
Its kingdom is a ghost
of glories it could boast.
It lays exposed, playing the host
to whims of Mother Nature's hands. ♫ Quote: Line Count: Before: 92 + This Post: 30 [I combined the poem into one paragraph then counted] = New Count: 122
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:41 pm
"Are you a bard?!" the voice of an excitable small girl, no more than seven, looked up to Cruxis, breaking his concentration on the lute and halting his song, "What's your name!? Have you really seen goblins!?" "Of course not," he responded in a harsh tone at first before seeing her wide and beaming eyes, "I meantt of course not in this world. Only in the world of stories, in the eye of my imagination..." It was a simple change of tactics, an old trick. His fluency in the art of speech and storytelling was a talent for his cons, but could also be used for good. He was forced to admit he had a soft spot for this little girl and her cheerful aura. There was something about people with those kinds of auras; something about their mood that was rather contagious. While Cruxis himself feigned the emotion as an external method of communing with her, there were few times when joy truly caught him, particularly the joy of researching into something. Either way, bringing a smile to the girl would be a good deed for the day, and it would help to take is mind off of the clashing debate within himself. "But I have seen a demon before. He was a horrible prankster, and terrified children in the night..."Not a lie in the least, Cruxis's father had once removed a demon that had been causing havoc within the village and he had bonded the Oni into servitude for an entire year. "De story starts in my hometown; it's along a lovely lake, very scenic in the springtime. Well this demon moved into town and began causing trouble; stealing food; causing accidents when one least expected it; hall manner of trouble. It wasn't a massive disaster, of course, but people don't usually like demons on the loose; so every now and then, some men from the local bars would get themselves drunk enough to think they could fight it. There was always some bloody mess to clean up. "Cruxis paused the story a moment, knowing he had to alter some portions of it at this point. Although he did not see this girl as a threat, per say; it wasn't smart to go around advertising one's doujutsu to people you didn't know. "We had a man come around one day, he said his grandfather had told him a way to take care of the Oni. We didn't believe he could do so; but two days later, when the Oni attacked, we saw him approach it and challenge it to a game. The rules were privately set between he and the Oni; and for three days, the Oni hung by a noose around its in the center square of the city. By the third day, it was growing furious, and he den realized the rope was made of cold iron, something Demons can't stand! The Oni begged to be let down, and the man simply asked him if he was forfeiting the game; and the Oni said yes. The bargain was that in order to be let down, he was to be in servitude to the man for life...
I approached him before he left, and asked what he had done. He answered... 'I challenged the Oni to a game of Hangman! Oni love games, they're just a little sketchy on the rules.' And that was how our town was rid of the Oni"The small child listened intently to the story, only nodding and shaking her head every so often to answer his rhetorical questions. She carefully listened to the way he explained the details and let them soak in, enjoying the story. It made Cruxis feel better too, reminiscing in the true details, his father was the true bard and a master of illusion - having tricked the demon into a game through genjutsu and his doujutsu - a far more advanced stage than Cruxis had managed to achieve. The peak levels of the doujutsu would allow brief glimpses into the future, allowing greater ease for countering attacks. As it was, Cruxis could only view backwards in the timeline, and then only with brief flashes of cryptic images. His mastery of the Ryuugan, his real specialty, was in raising his awareness of the present. Not in the sense of the Hyuuga's Byakugan where one could see in all directions - but in the Ryuugan's ability to detect fine details and bring scenery into an increased focus and clarity within all he saw. As his story finished, the girl gave a quick bow before glancing behind her and running back to a picnic spot her family was set up at. Cruxis noted thew time and decided it was time to move towards his new home within Hidden Cloud village. If he was lucky he might be able to find a merchant's cart to bum a ride off of. If he was not so lucky... well what was the reason he had been training as a ninja if he'd not build up some degree of physical endurance? He could run it, but a horse-drawn cart home would be far faster than walking or running the whole way. Quote: Line Count: Before: 122 + This Post: 46 = New Count: 168
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 8:17 pm
It wasn't the first time Ishinon had been at the pillar of light, he had been here the first while he had been brought to the Hidden Village of Cloud. It didn't hold any particular meaning to Ishinon, besides being the first place he was allowed to be at in this country after being freed. Ishinon wasn't really sure what had once again brought him to this place, a place where people was held prisoners, it was truely strange for him to show up there. Especially as Ishinon despises all kinda of prisons or similair things, thought it could be seen as reasonable for Ishinon to hate places like them with his past. It truely seemed like it was a place Ishinon would change for something else, but maybe it meant Ishinon had some sort of goal now? By going here Ishinon, had started to realise what kind of goal he might want. Ishinon truely doesn't want anyone to be in chains against there will, wether they be bad people or good, that truely didn't matter to him right now as he was watching the tower from a bit away, the only thing that was in Ishinon's eyes was the tower. Everything else was taking a backseat as Ishinon was caught up in it completly. Before Ishinon ended up staying as his eyes had been distracted by the attention of a young man and a little girl seemingly conversing to some degree. Ishinon ended up observing them until the girl ran back towards her family. It seemed kinda interesting for Ishinon to see what person that the girl had seemingly out of nowhere gone up to talk to. Ishinon's steps brought him in the direction of Cruxis, it could go well or it could go bad, but in all Ishinon was a bit curious about what kind of person it would be.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 10:11 pm
Cruxis caught Ishinon in his peripheral vision, and debated several options.It could be a genuinely curious person who had seen him entertaining a small child; or it could be someone in pursuit of him fro breaking a prisoner's mind - even if said prisoner did deserve it. There were other various options, but Cruxis decided that the first was more than likely - and so he could retain his general persona of a cheerful bard without too much effort. In truth, it was the closest Cruxis felt to his true self - recalling his father's heavily patched and worn cloak and his mother's graceful lute music and dances. The life of a bard was his remnant of family and of true happiness. Utilizing a simple trick known as Bukujutsu, an at of forcing chakra underneath himself, forcing it down and causing him to rise in the air, Cruxis took to the air and floated upsidedown in front of Ishinon, grinning as he spoke; "Why good day there! ...Well I suppose that's a poor phrase - as it can mean all sorts of things. For example, I might think it's a good day, while you could think it's a downright miserable one.", with only a brief breath to give his fellow no room for response, Cruxis continued "Or I could imply that I intend to have a fgood day whether you will it or not; or perhaps a GOOD DAY, in an attempt to bid you goodbye and good riddance." The blood was rushing to his head at this point, and he quickly righted himself, giving a quick shake of his head and a flash of mischief in his eyes as he handed a slip of paper to Ishinon, "But either way I bid you to have a good day, whatever your present mood may be. There's a present within that paper if you'd like to read it."Cruxishad written in a thick black ink on the paper I prepared Exploding Runes this morning, and should Ishinon read the words, the trap would trigger, causing the prank jutsu to go off and cover the reader's face in the ink. But Cruxis kept his face neutral and his gaze focused nowhere near the paper, as not to alert his fellow shinobi to the mischievous trick within. Quote: Line Count: Before: 168 + This Post: 20 (+16 Interaction) = New Count: 204
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:21 pm
Ishinon had a slight smile on his lips as he walked towards Cruxis, it took a little bit as Ishinon didn't want to disturb the people he was passing by on his way towards Cruxis. The people Ishinon passed by didn't take to much of a notice of him in particular as they were quite busy with either talking among themselves or watching the tower that seemed to be a bit of a commotion by the entrance among the guards. Ishinon didn't really know why nor did it really matter to him right now as Ishinon's intentions was to go and meet this person that he had spotted a few minutes ago. It seemed as thought Cruxis was floating in the air as Ishinon came close to him, and it didn't really make to much sense to see someone float in the air to Ishinon but he didn't say anything about it nor think to much about it. Ishinon got pretty confused as this young man started talking about a good day and never really stopping finding it even more confusing compared to before with only the floathing in the air being strange. Now it really seemed like Ishinon had ran in to someone he would find very strange, shaking his head a little as it was way over the top. If you don't mind try being a bit more direct, I don't really find it that interesting to hear all of that nor really understanding even half of it. A little smile was on Ishinon's lips as he wasn't really in a bad mood or anything. It just was a bit akward for Ishinon as he didn't understand all that this person spoke of. Ishinon found himself receiving a paper from Cruxis, still a smile on his lips. I'm sorry, but I'm not that good at reading it would be easier if you read what was in the paper. But it's good to meet you, I'm Ishinon from the hidden cloud, what about you? Ishinon spoke it as he was trying to bring it in on some subject he actually had knowledge in as it should be obvious that he was from the hidden cloud with his forehead protector on his right arms sleeve, if Cruxis decided to look there. Quote: Lines: 16(previous) 18 now 16+18=34
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:38 pm
An odd odd person. There were few who didn't appreciate the aura of an entertainer, fewer still who would not at all find his tricks interesting. Albiet, he lacked the traditional tools of the trade; as most entertainers of the world carried more in their arsenal than a few magic tricks, a prank technique, and a worn wooden lute. His father had been a master juggler, acrobat, and harpist; in addition to his skill in high speech, iambic pentameter, and witty limericks. By comparison, Cruxis was no more than a runaway bard's apprentice; and a poor substitute for a true troubadour. But still, his grin didn't vanish, though the ninja not taking any interest at all did surprise him. The lie itself was blatant, anyone who had taken lessons at the shinobi academy was forced to take written tests; therefore would have to read. Smarter than most, who would read the small slip without thinking twice. In fact those who didn't read his prank would normally crumpled the paper and tossed it aside. This was the first time that someone had attempted to get him to read his own prank. Thankfully Cruxis was a fairly quick thinker, and came up with a response. "Cruxis Ichtaca, gennin of Hidden Cloud, and formerly a wandering entertainer." Folding open his own slip of paper and glancing past the words, he responded "And it seems you caught me. This was a prank attempt at exploding words... Except it seems this won't explode anyway, I seem to have misspelled Exploding with an extra D. This won't explode at all. See for yourself." He handed the slip of paper back to Ishinon. Quote: Line Count: Before: 204 + This Post: 16 (+18 Interaction) = New Count: 238
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:00 am
It seemed natural to Ishinon to not find anything Cruxis had done so far. What was going on just felt very unnatural to Ishinon, but with his life it wouldn't really be that weird for him to not appriciate this entertainer that stod face to face with him. Ishinons face was unchanged with a slight smile still on his lips as it seemed he had been correct in not accepting the paper and read it straight away. As I said I'm not very good with the reading aspect so I will have to pass on seeing your spelling mistakes on exploding words Cruxis. What might have been a good or bad idea seemed natural for Ishinon, as he didn't really think to much about any of this. In the eyes of a observer it seemed as thought they might be quite a miss match in most aspects, but it could also be seen as thought they were having a conversation between fellow shinobis from the same village. For Ishinon it seemed as thought it wasn't all that bad to talk with this person, if he didn't try those weird things with the words again then it really didn't matter. Oh may I ask what brought you here this day ? Remembering that he had to keep his manners up Ishinon tried to be a bit more formal, while speaking to his fellow shinobi.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 10:33 am
 Cruxis made a note that if this shinobi was on his team, he would definitely need to take some time to ensure his reading came up a notch or two. Albeit, Cruxis had been marked early on as an extremely intelligent youth and had taken it upon himself to make use of that intelligence. His earliest trick was his bukujutsu, a basic floatation technique that allowed him to perform from on high, quickly move up to higher ground, and take a bird's eye view of a location. Though the higher he went, the more difficult it became to control, due to the distance his chakra had to be pushed under him. The Academy teachers had noted that this high level of chakra control was the mark of a Sensor; and Cruxis soon learned that his Ryuugan Eye's information gathering ability, while cryptic when he had no idea what he was looking for; was a very useful tool for this. While he could not always interpret images he saw, he knew that that had happened at some point in the past. How he knew it was in the past, he did not know - he just simply knew. The thing he could not tell was distance. He could have touched the ground right now and received a vision of bloodshed; and whether it was a murder last night or a battle twenty years ago would be a complete mystery. "I came here on my own accord for... a grim task" he decided not to go into details; "To put a long story short, there's a murderer who has been imprisoned who will not be making any escape attempts soon." if he could even muster up the thought to escape in the first place. If anything, Cruxis at least could confirm that the man had been in a cult mindset. His willpower had been weak against the gennin; whom had attempted practice with it on his sensei in the academy only to give a minor headache to the old man. A combination of a cult mindset and imprisonment had led to a weak will, and the mindbreak had been easy to inflict. Cruxis did not consider the feat to be of his own improvement - perhaps an old habit of the life of a performer - he was his own critic. "Either way, I do feel bad for that prank I pulled on you.... I was attempting a laugh for the wrong reasons... If you'd like I could give you a free reading?" Cruxis's mouth spoke before he could think the action through. A fellow ninja of Hidden Cloud could be trusted yes, but he didn't like his doujutsu without a good cause. Still the offer had been made and so he would have to follow though; "Not the future mind you, there are so many possible crossroads simply from whether you'd say yes or no. No one can really see into the future, at least that's my belief on the matter... But I can read the past, and maybe you'll learn something you never knew about yourself."Quote: Line Count: Before: 238 + This Post: 26 (+11 Interaction) = New Count: 275
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:57 pm
To Ishinon it seemed as it might have been a bit weird that he really wasn't any good at reading. Reading was something Ishinon could do, but his level with it was really low, as he hadn't known how to read or write before entering the academy after having been freed. Wether it was the right or wrong choice, Ishinon wasn't going to judge Cruxis for his reasoning to come here. As time went on a nice breeze would come, moving Ishinon's hair in to his face for a bit. To that matter Ishinon didn't really do anything about, nor cared. "I see. It seems that it would be better the less I know about this particular incident. A murderer is only a murderer in the eyes of the beholder. To some he might be a hero, to others he is just a murderer. That might not be the only two conclusions you can think of." This time as he spoke or in general Ishinons face looked a lot more alive. Especially since it ended up being a subject like that, even if he wasn't very good at reading, he still managed to pick up on things he thought had a meaning. Even when Ishinon's face seemed to be giving off the expression of warmth and a smile, it couldn't cover up the fact that his eyes seemed quite distant and giving off a isolating feeling as thought he was alone. Perhaps a combination of Ishinon not knowing his own past and with his only memories as a slave. To Ishinon it felt as thought he both wanted and didn't want to know about his past, perhaps the reality would be to harsh and it would be better off not knowing? What if Ishinon's parents had abandoned him? Sold him off in to slavery? Those constant harsh thoughts of realities that kept pounding in Ishinon's head was keeping him as he was. Oh don't mind Cruxis, but personally I don't really mind, but it would be better if you had maybe not offered it straight away? Those words seemed quite weird and distant to Ishinon, but he thought it was proper to not discard what Cruxis had meant with what he did. " Hmm The future? The past? In someways they are similair, the past is just like walking back on a set track, but the future is a track still in the making I guess. Sounds as thought you have a quite interesting ability atleast, knowing more about myself could be good, I really don't know much about myself besides that i used to be a slave."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:47 pm
"There are few who truly can see the future - and many who can see the past, to some degree. A ninken or other tracking animal delves into the past all the time by simply seeing where people have been. It's knowing where they will be that the true challenge lies. Half of the game is predicting right, the other half is the talent to do so in the first place..."Cruxis's lute was out, a low hum of chords playing as he thought through, "But then there are men who say that knowing the past can help predict the future; that history repeats itself. As I said though, I can only truly see glimpses of what was. The true trick is interpreting them, which is your task. I don't know what I am looking for, and no one knows you better than yourself..."The wooden lute began to sound its tune as Cruxis focused, allowing the music to clear his mind. Distraction was something he could not allow when gleaning into the past of someone. If his mind was not entirely blank, his own thoughts could, and most likely would, attempt to sneak within the visions. His steel blue eyes' irises widened as his pupils altered to become more snakelike. The initial activation; which allowed him to see the world around him in more detail; a single tone of color within the red lilies became a dozen different hues; each indescribable by any words he knew. It would be as if he were trying to explain red and green to one who could only see black and white. This was sight through the eyes of dragons, at least as far as Cruxis could guess. The first release of the Ryuugan, the wheel of time turning backwards to imprint images within his eyesight. His left hand reached away from strumming the lute and lightly touched at Ishinon's forehead. The flash of images was instant and his eyes glassed over a milky white as the images formed within his mind's eye; cutting off vision to the physical realm. Two red circles; chains; a man changing in and out of shapes more times than he could count; a heron crestThe visions ended abruptly, and Cruxis's eyes returned to normal; his hand pulling away as he processed what he had seen. "Two red circles, parallel of one another; that's the mark of the Kaguya Clan. Anyone who watched you long enough could have figured that out... Let's delve abit deeper into the other. Chains; obviously referring to your time as a slave, which you mentioned to me briefly. That doesn't prove me more than a charlatan, anyone with listening skills could have told that as well... Now then; the last two images. A man shifting in and out of himself, either a shape-shifter or doppelganger. A sense of frustration came with it. Perhaps its either an enemy, or something you dislike." Cruxis could have hazarded another dozen guesses on the meaning, but decided to let it be; his real interest was the last image. A symbol within a crest normally meant something important; though in his studies Cruxis had never come across anyone particular who used the heron as a symbol. "The last image was a heron within a bronze crest. Unfortunately I know of no specifics that involve the heron as a symbol. I do know that the bird itself symbolizes strength, purity, patience and long life. The first three might be a reference to you as a person; though I hesitate to say the last; as I said I looked into the past, not the future... It might also be symbolizing air and water, as the heron is a native to both... Unfortunately I can't tell much else. I hope it was useful." Cruxis did not like dead ends; a small flaw of his was the hankering need to achieve success. While not a full perfectionist, Cruxis had a habit of expecting more of himself than he should; half of the reason he strove to learn as much as possible in the first place - to always have an answer on hand for a situation. Quote: Line Count: Before: 275 + This Post: 37 (+22 Interaction) = New Count: 336
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 4:11 pm
As Ishinon was getting prepared for what was going to happen he would close his eyes and try to relax, not knowing what would really happen. Just like that Ishinon was calming down a little but even so he was still quite tense about learning about his past. Maybe Ishinon would even learn something about this Kaguya clan that he had been told he was a part of. It would seem as a quite a bit of time had passed as Ishinon was listening to the music and finally settling down as Ishinon didn't really have much to lose by learning of his past. Finally as Ishinon felt Cruxis touch his forehead, not sure what it would mean like that. Soon Ishinon would be opening his eyes again, still relaxed as he would be listening to Cruxis explanation on what he saw within Ishinon's mind wether it was things that he didn't know or did was going to be revealed now. You mean the mark of my clan is that? With hearing of his own clans mark, Ishinon was a bit excited as he didn't really know anything about his past or the clan he came from. Ishinon was nodding a little as Cruxis went on, not really understanding everything like that "Charlatan" word. It seemed kind of intriguing to Ishinon, wether it all was real or just something else. As Ishinon didn't know anything about this man it could just be that he knew of him to begin with, but it still was a chance for him to learn about himself. Thanks Cruxis. Even if it wasn't much, but even the slightest clue will help me unravel my own past. If you know something about the Kaguya clan feel free to inform me. I'm not that good with information. But that symbol, I wonder what it really means. I don't know if Purity is me, having done so many things while being a slave in the arena even if I had to. A life of another meant nothing if you were put in to the arena, wether it was a friend, or anything. The strongest survive, that is the truth of the world. Even here when we are supposedly free the strongest will be the one to survive. To begin with as Ishinon was talking it would seem as thought he was quite happy and in a good mood, but as it was turning towards the subject he hadn't planned for. While talking about the arena Ishinon was turning quite stern and icy expression on his face, as he was trying to not have certain memories resurface again, as they had in the past. One by one the fingers of Ishinon's hands was clenching and forming fists as he now was quite tense again. Even thought Ishinon was clenching his fists together, he wasn't preparing to try and do anything towards Cruxis he had only done was Ishinon had agreed to. For this there was noone to blame but himself, Ishinon really didn't like how he can't accept what had once happened, especially as it was something that he was forced to do. Yet nothing could make Ishinon truely accept that he wasn't truely the one in the end that had killed his friend in the arena, even if it was him. It truely wasn't him either, as that time he merely observed within his own body, maybe something strange had happened or maybe not, as it would have been hard to kill his own friend for Ishinon. Sorry but I had to do it.Not really sure to who he said those words, but they flowed out of him. As he wasn't really sure what to do either, as the memories Ishinon had desperately been trying to hold back was coming back overwhelming him as it would seem suddenly falling down on his knees, grabbing his head. It would seem as thought tears was flowing down Ishinon's face yet it didn't seem as thought he was crying. To Cruxis all this probably seemed very strange yet it all was things that had happened to Ishinon before, but it was things he rarely spoke of, or would mention.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:29 pm
Her days in the Academy seemed to pass slowly, and to be honest, Rissa didn't mind it like that. It was true, she had entered into the Academy a bit late, but that was all fine. She was sure this wouldn't hamper her much, if at all, and she'd make it some how. Her journey at the moment, was to the Pillar of Light, and unusual place for a young girl to be, had it been any other prison. Rissa sighed as she looked up at the tall pillar, it's white marble almost iridescent when the sun caught it just right. Here, lied some of the worst kind of people, some of which may have even been brought in by her parents. It was entirely possible that the man or woman who had dealt the fatal blow to her mother was locked in there too... Or that her mother's killer was still out and about somewhere in the world. That didn't concern the girl. She was almost grateful to the killer. Now, if it hadn't been for her mother's death all those years ago, Rissa may have never taking these steps into the ninja world in order to become the Medic ninja of her dreams. The young kunoichi smiled a little as a few small children giggled as they ran past, playing some sort of game, probably tag. This place, for being so dark, had quite a happy atmosphere, and though her father would not have approved of it, Rissa often found herself enjoying the scenery the Pillar had to offer, and the almost tranquil atmosphere that lingered there. This kind of place, she wanted to protect it. These people around her, running and playing and living happily... She wanted to make sure that they lived healthily, too. Most of all though, she wanted to be able to be of some use out on the front lines, or in missions. She wanted to be able to save her comrades, so that they wouldn't end up like her mother. Glancing around again, Rissa started walking forward, humming a soft little tune from her childhood as she swayed her arms from side to side. She returned greetings when they were given, and appeared an all around happy girl. It didn't matter to her that when she finally made it home again, her father would most likely be furious... Missions had been out for awhile, which left her father no work at the moment, and more than a little touchy. He wouldn't take an outing out and about like this very well, especially since she could be spending the time studying or training. What her father didn't grasp that she still saw instances where she needed to relax while she could. Once she was a ninja, she would have little chance to relax, or so she thought, so she wanted to take advantage of these chances as soon as she could. Lost in thought, she hardly noticed the man standing at a vendor stall in front of her, bumping into him only to stumbled and trip, landing on the ground. " Hey! Watch were your going, Idiot Girl!" It seemed the man was more than a little touchy, out of place for an area like this. Rissa nodded, apologizing, the man raising his voice and fussing at her uselessly, causing her to flinch away a little. Looks like I'm not much of a ninja yet.... Maybe Dad is right after all She sighed, apologizing one more time, before turning to move on. People stared of course, but why wouldn't they...? After all, she had just been part of a scene, so of course she'd have people staring and frowning in her direction.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:25 pm
Lore on the famous clans was something Cruxis enjoyed thoroughly. He memorized the unique symbols of the clans, their known abilities, and historic events surrounding them. He could have rattled off on obscure information on specific members, but decided to give a briefer overview of the history as not to overwhelm Ishinon. "The Kaguya clan members are marked by two blood-red circles side by side on their forehead; in addition to the mark being the symbol of their clan. They were believed to be nearly extinct about thirty-five years ago. A massacre occurred on their clan due to extreme warlike tendencies when they attempted to overthrow the Kage of Hidden Mist and take control of the village. Due to their known tactics of fighting to the death, I suppose it's small wonder your captors kept you for the arena... It's likely they assumed that you would guarantee a good show.
'Either way, after the last great shinobi war, it was discovered refugees had escaped the massacre; a small few who had refused to fight against Kirigakure. Their numbers were scattered across the great countries and they never truly settled anywhere as a group. Such has happened to many of the great clans of old; their bloodlines have spread about due to various means. Disbandment of their homes, marriages outside their villages, surviving missing-nins even contributed to the spread.
Either way, the signs of your clan run fairly strong in your appearance. From what I know, the Kaguya clan's kekki genkai gave them the ability to manipulate their own skeletal structure. This osteo-cell manipulation gives the ability to build up, and by the same means, break down, their own bone cells. The most famous was Kimimaro; whose taijutsu style utilized bone weaponry generated from his own skeleton. Several other strong ninja have exhibited use of this kekki genkai, including a man named Akai Kaguya, who utilized the opposite end of the bloodline to break down his skeleton entirely for his techniques; the infamous jellyfist style; if you've ever heard of it."Cruxis also noted that those who took pride in stealing techniques and kekki genkai from others to strengthen themselves would love to add a Kaguya's power to their own. The madman of a snake ninja, orochimaru, had apparently referred to the Kaguya's kekki genkai as the ultimate defense, since they could manipulate their bones to become harder than steel. Of course making one's bones that dense would certainly impact one's health and ability to move. Cruxis decided against mentioning it, not wanting Ishinon to try anything dangerous. "Purity might refer to a resilient body as opposed to your actions... The Kaguya Bloodline sometimes has been rumored to come with a strong disease that slowly kills over time... You might not have been born with the capacity for it - perhaps that could be a reference to long life... My father used to speak of fixed points, things that were destined to happen and that could not be changed. If a fixed point is predetermined, perhaps it can be viewed with seeing in the past as well... Either way, you're likely not to die of illness. If the heron's symbolizations are speaking of you; Strength and Patience are good qualities for anyone to have. But I suppose one shouldn't dwell too much on what the past can mean either, unless you want to lose sight of the future. Whatever it means, they apply to you and there's little anyone can do about it. The real question lies in where you will go knowing this. Search for your clan to learn more? Perhaps focus your training to take advantage of your kekki genkai? Flee from the unknown past? Whichever path you choose, I do wish you the best... I don't know the extent of what you've lost... or what you've been through... all I can do is bring up a laugh when needed... here, let's try this to bring a smile back!"Cruxis's lute began to play as his hands moved subconsciously towards its strings. He began to hum a simple tune to the accompaniment, debating words for a moment as he picked out his tune; allowing the chords to progress as they may. When his words were chosen, he held no hesitation, not a single quiver in his voice; allowing his words to ring out over the hilltop as he sung in one of two styles of verse he had fully mastered. His father had known a large variety and was masterful at all of them; Cruxis had only truly mastered the Wakefield Speech, an older rhyme scheme he had picked up early on and continued due to its unique pattern and ability to attract a crowd who did not know the style. His other mastery was of the limerick; a perky and cheerful rhyme scheme that lifted spirits and all in all was a favorite within taverns. The song's lyrics were to an up-tempo beat, singing of a doomed attempt to rule the world by a depraved orange-masked madman. There once was an old man named Tobi
A fearsome and deadly shinobi
He reached for the skies
til his armies realized
that his mask was a great orange boogey (he pronounced it Bo-gi)
He brought back the souls of the dead
to fight Five Nations in his stead
But he fell from his pride
when four Kages allied.
And Hokage fin'ly got out of bed
Two demons Tobi tried to steal
But he had neither skill, strength, or zeal
For he found he was toyed
by a twelve-year-old boy
who spat him out like yesterday's meal
The alliance threw Tobi in jail
where he soon grew sunless and pale.
And he learned all too soon
not to show his full moon
to a group of old jailbirding males.
Quote: Line Count: Before: 336 + This Post: 56 (+36 Interaction) = New Count: 428
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