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Holy Emperor Raigin generated a random number between
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28!
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 Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 9:06 am
 Yasuhiro Uchiha
Yasuhiro nodded to Sessou, "I see, I am... rather green in the combat area I'm afraid." he said scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "I've been through my share of combat and near death experiences but I wouldn't be surprised if you had more stories then me." he admitted sheepishly.
As the ground shook and the temperature began to fall Yasu crawled out after Sessou. "I couldn't agree more... but all the plant life is transparent... not very good for hiding. Luckily the ground isn't." he said reaching in and taking the kunai he had set out and then the wire afterwards. The wire went for several feet in every direction but it only took a few seconds to wrap up everything and put it away.
If sessou was looking he would notice that he avoided using his unwrapped fingers as he did so as much as possible. Standing up he looked around for a source to the rumbling. "I wonder what that was..." he mused. As he looked around he began to sway on his feet before he stumbled slightly. "W-what the..." he began until he caught himself with his sword. "I feel like I just went through hell, why am I so tired... and my body hurts..." he began. Looking to Sessou he narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure those were the antidote?" he began. Then he thought about it, he had moved a lot recently, it was probably the poison beginning to bite. He had used a jutsu too to help cauterize the wound in sessou's shoulder. "Oh about your shoulder by the way, you may want to have a medic look at it if you make it out of this exam. I closed it but I'm no doctor, it won't hold if you fight and it won't heal right if you don't get it looked at... but its much better then bleeding out if you ask me." he said with a grin.
Recovering as much as he could he stood up and took a deep breath. "This must be the poisons doing, I slept far too often in that hole for it to be a natural sleep." he said shaking his head to try and clear his mind. Drawing his sword he held it in his still wrapped right hand. "Well I can only make guesses from what I've seen but you probably don't play well with others... however I have a personal issue with letting injured people run off into the woods to be eaten by the big bad wolf so I say we stick together for a little while more." he said with a grin.
Moving forward he mentally kicked himself. The hell am I saying he'll roast you alive Yasuhiro, don't piss him off!not to mention I've never really been good at making friends either... Still though I can't just leave him to die... he thought bitterly as he moved slowly forward keeping low to the ground.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 3:46 am
"Bitterness is a Cancer, It eats Upon the host..."
"Cover from visibility isn't what we are looking for. In a clan of Psudo-sensors in an area such as this; unless you have Jutsu specifically made to counter others; hiding won't matter; Even if you hide completely, your chakra still flows out of you giving your position away" As he said that Sessou started walking into the woods clearly not caring if there was someone or something else in that area.
"As for my shoulder, Ive had worse; something like this isn't going to kill me. Plans and tactics change with each new wound, its that simple' if I do things right I should be just as good now as I was before; just a bit slower" He said before moving his arm slightly; flexing slightly, a few bits of charred skin falling from his shoulder, in between the bandages.
However as Yasu spoke Sessou stopped in mid step, if Yasu was following him closely he might have even bumped into him due to the sudden stop. The boy turning around and used his good arm to grab the boy by the collar of his shirt. "You're forgetting one important thing...." He said almost in a growl, jingling the collars that had been gathered from the others of the exam that he had..... 'removed' a hefty number of them at this point. Sessouresu pulling the boy closer as he glared at him. "I am the big bad wolf" If Yasu had ever studied animals or wildlife it would dawn on him right now sending a chill down his spine.... animals were there most dangerous when injured and backed into a corner
"...But anger is like a Fire, It burns all clean"
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Holy Emperor Raigin generated a random number between
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52!
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 5:48 am
Yasuhiro Uchiha
Yasuhiro grinned as he spoke about the chakra giving them away. "I keep forgetting about that..." he laughed. He really did keep forgetting, then again maybe it was easier to remember when you had your own sharingan. The Sessou grabbed him spinning him around to glare at him eye to eye... well sorta eye to eyes but who was counting?
He tried to remain as calm as possible, not portraying his actual thoughts. s**t! s**t! s**t! s**t! s**t! I'm dead! he thought despite his calm demeaner. However nothing surprised him more then the words that seemed to echo through the area. "I wonder about that." Where had they come from was there someone else in the area? s**t THAT WAS ME!!! he thought bitterly.
Well now he was surely dead so he might as well go with it. "I don't think your a bad person, maybe not the nicest but we all have our quirks." he said with a kind smile. "Besides I prefer to be the cunning fox myself." he added with a nervous chuckle.
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DragnGuy7 generated a random number between
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11!
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 7:41 pm
 ~Fire is my soul.....~
Takeo continued to fiddle with the puzzle box. Things were starting to come together he felt, though he hadn't solved it yet. He felt a rumbling in his gut and turned from the puzzle just in time to hurl up some blood and stomach juices. Panting, he fell to the floor on his stomach. His throat was on fire and his entire muscle system seemed to be slowly losing strength. He hadn't eaten in a while and his body was beginning to feel the effects of that lack of food.
Slowly he made his way to the wall, really hoping that no other genin found him right now. He would be done after one attack. He might be able to throw one retaliation but there was nothing left after that. He continued to fiddle with the box, his only real option at this point. He really hoped it would be something helpful as this poison and hunger he was experiencing was brutal.
~..........and it burns brighter than yours.~
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:37 pm
Through the madness we find, loyalty is no match for power.
Say goodbye to your life, left to rot in your darkest hour.
Prayers won't help you now as long as you're mine!
Senri genuinely hated people. More specifically the worms within her village. Ijimeru's batch of genin were probably the worst she had come across. If Senri had it her way, things would be very different. Even now...she had all of this power, but she could not use it in the way she would like to. No...if she focused hard enough, somebody might die. The base of this exam was to survive, but she was not allowed to kill these miserable whelps; The ones that wished to be serpents among worms.
The physical contact that she assumed was his attempt at intimacy had only worked to make her angry. He probably knew this, but she grit her teeth and silently seethed as he continued. She wanted to end his life, but she knew. He would face a much harsh and less kinder fate. She would not deal him the hand of death. No...he would die from another means. For now all she could do was pull away from him and wince at his very touch. It was safe to assume Senri had shut herself down after awhile. She was quiet and unresponsive, much like a doll with no puppeteer. Senri refused to give the Creature the luxury of watching her squirm. She was done, and she knew he would leave eventually. Though, to be honest if he had gone any further she might have relieved herself of her binds and made a point to end his life. His words only made her even more testy than she had been previously.
"Why do you perssssissst? Why do you touch Death? Do you wish to die?" She asked the clone, not once meeting his gaze. It was as if her mind was switched off, but it was somehow still receiving data. It would have been great if that were the case, rather than pretending the existence of the clone was unimportant. Though, when it spoke she couldn't help but lash out.
"I told you not to wasssste your time on ussseless pursssuitsss! And what do you do? You try and help sssomeone you should, for all logical purposessss, hate becaussse why? Why, Creature? Do you need a friend? A project? A replacement for Ijimeru? Your damned other half?" Senri almost looked mortified, but it quickly twisted into something akin to rage. "TELL ME!" She snapped, her arms pulling against her restraints looking as if she wanted to reach over and choke him. If she pulled any harder her arms would pull right out of their sockets.
Senri simply could not stand things that she herself could not understand. As twisted as it was, she hated the unknown. If there was something that was out of her tree of knowledge, she'd find the answer or hypothesize one herself. These extended feelings a few of the genin had for her, Serene's idealism and Ijimeru's search for love. She could not honestly understand them. It's not that she didn't understand the concept of love or it's purpose. She just couldn't understand why it would be relevant in a shinobi's life. Love had no place in her line of work. Senri could sympathize even....but never accept love as a crutch for getting stronger.
All the tension built up in her arms had simply disappeared and it left her feeling exhausted. One who genuinely knew Senri could consider this as a mental breakdown, but it was just a matter of understanding what she could not. She briefly wondered to herself, if she were to show her true colors, it he'd finally leave her alone. "I don't underssstand any of you! You're all like thisss. Ssspouting pretty ineffectual nonsenssse and for what? It makesss me sssick to call you lot my comradesss and I refusse to acknowledge any of you asss shinobi. It makesss me irate to know two of you will even make chunin." Senri truly was a pitiful creature. She had the confidence to proclaim herself as Lady Death, but couldn't even accept something as insipid as love existed.
Senri turned her head away from Ikurah just as if she were to turn a blind eye from reality. No. She will never eat the forbidden fruit that he offered her. "You have no reassson to persssue me. I don't require help from anybody...ssso just....leave me alone- all of you. I persssonally can't fathom why you'd care for me in the firssst place...so just....sssstop. You're pouring holy water on a demon." She despised weakness, even more so when people pointed it out. It was Senri's goal to become the very thing the clan needed. The cold blooded killer who wanted to do nothing more than what was necessary for the clan to exist. For now. If she were ever to create a new world, she would have to take baby steps.
Damned. Watch the masses fall.
Burn it down, control 'em all!
The voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side.
I'll control the world, one person at a time.
As I damn the dead, I'm trying to survive.
I'm not ready to die!
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Vinycent11 generated a random number between
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47!
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 3:15 pm
  Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveIkurah had stumbled along for quite sometime now, exhausted and in pain; however he was now slightly better off than he was before. He was no longer hungry and without, so when he reached an area that was devoid of life and any possible signs of other participants, he sat down and opened up the suitcase. Viewing the food in question and water for survival he started to count his days here on his hands. By his recollection he should be on the beginning of his eighth day now, however, his established set of time had become askew when he met with Senri.
He looked around and realized that he needed to start a fire, unfortunately, he was tired and light attracted little moths. As hungry as he was, this little spider was much too tired to capture and eat little moths. Grabbing some different lengths of razor wire; he began to loop it around some of the branches. Tying the ends to a kunai he retrieved from his bag, he held on and sat down from a standing position; rather than using force he used his own weight to saw the branches off.
Standing the odds and ends up, he used them to make a sort of lean to. Effectively drowning out the majority of the light that would be created by the fire he was planning on creating. Assembling loose twigs that had fallen down with the branches, he made a pile of kindling. Exhaling a long deep breath, he flipped through a couple of hand seals and a small jet of fire, illuminated the area and ignited the bramble on the ground.
He pulled out two bottles of water, one he uncapped and started to drinking. Slowly as first, as his throat started to moisten, he began to gorge himself more heavily. Before he knew it his chapped lips were in pain from breaking open as they tried to re-hydrate, and half of his bottle was gone. Few minutes had passed and the second bottle of water into a cup of noodles and was now reaching a boil.
The minute fire had brought little to no heat, and even less comfort; the food however improved things greatly. His stomach clenched tightly and he could not eat fast enough, unfortunately the amount of food here, if he was two survive another six days of poison he would have to conserve it. As he watched the fire his thoughts returned to Senri and her poisoned words. He looked again to his hands, the wretched things, were not his own. What if she could grant him an escape, from this prison.
A look of pain flashed through his coal black eyes, and he put out the fire.She still would never except him. However, he was the disciple who spit in the eye of god and rewrote fate, he was determined. To just be realized and have someone's approval. Even if Death's embrace was his only acceptance, if it made her happy... he may even consider it. He cough lightly, but noticed that he was not as sick as he was before. Or at least the worst of the symptoms died down a little bit, so as long as he stayed hydrated and fed. Reasonably anyway, he only had a meager supply. He pulled a scroll out and retrieved a section with an empty circle. Placing the now closed suitcase on the scroll; he place both his hands down and released a surge of chakra.
There was a puff of smoke lost in the darkness and the scroll was replace in his pouch hidden away. He stood up and grabbed some supplies, setting up a system of trip wires, kunai and noose traps. Then Ikurah laid back, against the tree and looked up to the sky; knowing full well she could see him. He blew a kiss up to the sky and rested.
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Meanwhile the clone stared at Senri as she angrily questioned him. In her attempts to relieve herself of her bounds to attack him he did not move he stayed so close and just out of reach. He didn't look her or bothered, or hurt just sad that he was causing her distress."Hebi... no Senri; are you done trying to quantify that which you don't understand? The way you claim yourself as Death with you frustration at me, I may as well be your god for all the purposes of what you do not understand."He looked up at her and took a step closer to her. Raising her hands which hand fallen up to his throat; then he placed his hand around her jaw, and resumed trying to feed her. The way he was looking at her was not judgmental, nor was it pity; just calm patient understanding. He now held his hand up to her mouth, but instead of forcing her; he waited for her to eat of her own volition."What I seek, someone like you would never understand nor would you care. Now, I need you to eat for me to gather the strength to strangle me; because I do not think you have the strength to due so now. Your move Lady Death. Are you strong enough to accept help, even if it means to back stab me as soon as you have the opportunity to do so?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:37 am
 "Let no good deed go unpunished,"Umbra Uchiha If the Stranger’s had his sensory vision on, he would note a gathering of white noise coming towards him with a rapid speed. Umbra was returning to her superior’s side after she had gathered up what was left of that scroll that she was ordered to retrieve. There wasn’t left of it to be honest, once she saw the explosion tags she quickly got out of the blast radius till it exploded then gathered up the odds and ends of paper that were intact enough to present to Senri in the after math. When she got within visual distance of the Stranger and Senri she took out a kunai and spun it around in her fingers a few times, more a habit of ritual than any sort of significant reason that she did so. In her mind, the Stranger’s time had been used up, his welcome had been used up a long time. She was sure that Senri now wished for her own privacy to continue concentrating on the task that was now surely to get underway. She launched her Kunai at the Crow clone as she came out of the bush line, with a body flicker, she was once more standing in her spot that she had taken before she was sent off to fetch the scroll. Her eyes fell onto the fruit that was more or less being held up for Senri to eat, obviously she was refusing such an offering and the fact that the Strangers clone was in Senri’s personal space made the young woman more than eager to remove his arm from his body.
She had naturally missed the conversation and where it was leading at this point, so Umbra didn’t understand the relationship between these two. She could take a wild and educated guess as to what sort of relationship was going on between them by the body language that Senri was displaying right now. Umbra’s eyes slowly rolled over to the Crow Clone of the Strangers.”I suggest you go.” Umbra said simply, her fingers were once more starting to grace the hilts of her blades, all that Senri would have to do was give the order and Umbra would do whatever it took to chase him away or end his life if he refused to go. As she had no understanding of the situation, being both a new recruit and being away for the majority of the interaction between these shinobi, Umbra wouldn’t jump the gun or leap to any conclusions. Perhaps she was sent away for another purpose, the crow clone and the scroll were more or less a simple way to excuse her politely while they talked or engaged in something that was not meant for her ears to hear. If that was the case, Umbra would remind Senri that all she would need to do was to ask her for some privacy till a signal was given for her to return if things got uncomfortable. Well, it was too late now, hopefully whatever had occurred here was finished and over with so that Senri’s attention could be returned back to the Exam that was underway."Let no evil deed go unrewarded."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 2:51 am
Through the madness we find, loyalty is no match for power.
Say goodbye to your life, left to rot in your darkest hour.
Prayers won't help you now as long as you're mine!
Something about what Ikurah said rubbed Senri the wrong way. No. Actually every single word that poured from his lips made her one step closer to putting him on her permanent hit list. She thought she might be able to help him out with his little problem, but his obsessive need to stalk and pander to her was making Senri very cross. She would keep her promise of course, but he was making this a lot more stressful than it needed to be. Senri would have actually gotten along with him, if it wasn't for his need to touch her. One does not lay his hands on Death and not pay the price. No...only Ijimeru could do such things to her. She was the only person that truly understood Senri.
It was never about being accepted- not with Senri. It was about her own personal goals, protecting the clan and it's secrets, and doing so in a way that is quick and efficient. Her own desires came after of course.
Senri could sense Umbra's presence and took this opportunity to speak up. Jerking her head away from his hand, she gave him a stern look and straightened her posture the best she could.
"...I.... am not a patient girl... nor am I a kind one. Leave... or you will become envioussss of the wormssss who have it sssso well writhing in the filth and refusssse that we humanssss leave behind..."
There was a cold promise. There was no threat- you know
that what she said- she meant. There was no gray area, no
half answers, no second chances.
Senri didn't like how Ikurah was changing her. No...it wasn't just him. Those little worms were making her change, and not in a good way. She used to be so much more lax...but now it was like she couldn't even relax and do what SHE wanted to do. Senri was so messed up right now she couldn't even recognize Ikurah's feelings, or the fact he was just trying to help. Though, to be fair he shouldn't be wasting his food on her. There was a medic on stand-by in case anything happened to her, plus Umbra was around to help as well. Still, Senri should have at least appreciated the gesture, but she couldn't even give him that.
Maybe she'd loosen up a bit after the exams.
Damned. Watch the masses fall.
Burn it down, control 'em all!
The voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side.
I'll control the world, one person at a time.
As I damn the dead, I'm trying to survive.
I'm not ready to die!
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Vinycent11 generated a random number between
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93!
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 2:07 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveIkurah awoke without a start, in fact he merely opened his eyes and was aware of his environment. Several hours had passed since he had slept; his body was stiff and sore but in less pain and utter agony from before. Come to think of it this was probably the first time he had rested since they had been placed here.
His dehydration was nearly gone and now he was merely hungry instead of starving. However it was too soon for him to start eating again and not nearly time to consume more water, for now he figured perhaps he should wait and see what happens. He knew his clone was still alive and out there still considering he had not received the left over chakra from its initial creation. He stretched out, his joints hurt and his body ached.
He raised his elbow to his mouth to stifle a few throaty coughs. They were heavily congested and it felt as if strips of his inner lungs were being ripped off with each and every wheeze. There was some flecks and spots of blood and bits on his sleeve, however, it was less severe than it had been.
He gather the branches from his make shift lean to and started to weave them more tightly together, to conserve body heat and increase concealment. Readjusting some of his traps as well as placing a few more trip wires and explosive tags he decided it was safe to lay in wait. That was when the men who operate his body decided to drive home a wedge with a sledgehammer directly into his brain.
Hands flying to either side of his cranium trying to compress the pressure and hold still the agony inflating his head to the size of a small planet. That was when he realized this was the first time since he was placed here that he rested; he was also betting that no other genin was smart enough to wander around for a little more than a week straight with little or no rest, no water, and no food. He was still in need of medicine but that could wait, for now he would sleep and hopefully survive this cluster migraine.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The clone was unaware of eminent advance of the female shinobi, nor of her ire she felt towards him given that when he was created the perception jutsu was not active. Instead he sighed and let his hand drop away from her and his shoulders slump as Senri jerked her head away for the final time. Reaching into his pouch located at the small of his back, he retrieved a cloth, with the cloth in hand he began to wrap up the food in a psuedo-bento box.
As she began speaking to him, he let his usual mask of psychotic glee wash over his features, instead of letting the pain and disappointment show. Just then there was a rustling in the bushes nearby and from the sound of it the disturbance was closing distance; the clone turned vibrantly red Sharingan towards the direction where the noise was emanating from. Umbra materialized in an instant and sent of volley of projectiles aimed for him; the clone of Ikurah's eyes widened slightly in surprise before resuming his crooked smile of half disinterest.
Side stepping to narrowly be avoided, rather than performing some elaborate acrobatic feat, the kunai whizzed passed him with a hiss only ruffling his shirt and Noh headdress. He walked towards her and placed the food at her feet, maintaining visual contact with her eyes the entire time. Straightening up to stand to his slouched and casual height; he took a couple of back peddling steps before returning his gaze towards Senri."Oh tsk tsk, Hebi-chan. You should know better that they indeed have it better than eye; as for you proposal I shall hold you to it. For now, however, I will acquiesce your request and take my leave. Sssee you soon, or perhaps not. Who truly knows??
Umbra, if you would be so kind as to ensure that she ingests that. Worry not, it isn't poisonous; I made sure of that. However, our precious flower is wilting under the stress of this.. environment. Be a dear, do your entire job versus playing statue and keep her strength up. No matter how snake like she may become, even she cannot maintain her resolve or composure at her current pace."He took one last look at her, reveling in her alabaster glow; she truly was the most power thing in creation he had personally bore witness to. She currently had enough power to crush the Clan Lord himself, should she choose to do so. However, her ability to contain was in question, like an over ripe fruit about to burst. It hurt his eyes to witness her, but he paid not heed to their plight."Ta ta~"He headed in the direction of the original, so he could relay the information to him. Else the information be lost and there would not be a lesson learned here. Dooming Ikurah to repeat his mistakes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 12:40 am
SPECIAL BROADCAST!
There was a soft sound, almost like somebody dragging their nails against a nice satin pillow, or the beating of a newborns heart. The noise came from all directions, and soon followed the source. An array of spectral looking butterflies piled and strung across the sky, just like a rainbow. They flew low enough just to pass through some of the trees. The sight would normally be considered something of good luck, but that wasn't the case here. There had to be thousands of them flocked together.
The butterflies seemed to be headed in one direction, inland. Anywhere that seemed higher up or safe. It was almost as if....they were flying away from something.
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Vinycent11 generated a random number between
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82!
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 9:41 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveNot a but a few minutes later the clone had reached the sight where the original had lay in hiding. Finding him and his traps quite easily with his Sharingan, they were more ploys for time and message markings for his clone than true defense. Slowly, approaching and disarming traps as he closed in; he made a caw sound. Perfectly imitating the crow that he was cloned of, he awoke Ikurah.
His eyes opened with the intensity of someone who was awakened from a deep slumber by extreme pain and the sixth sense the humans obtain in the dark when something is very wrong. Realizing his clone had returned, his muscles slackened and a tension went out of him that he did not realize was there."Damn the conscious existence... report!"The clone quickly relayed the events that had transpired from Senri's odd amount of hatred, to the untimely return of Umbra as well as his unsuccessful attempt at marring her. The original smiled a wicked grin that was two shades pale of a grimace."Lively little trollop isn't she... Well Hebi would not have chosen her if it were not for her skill, or maybe it was for those oddly intriguing eyes. All right it's time for..."His words were cut short when he realized that there was something amiss. A primal instinct in the baser bestial part of his mind screamed at him. He inhaled deeply though his nose as well as lowered his jaw while keeping his lips only partially open; funneling the distortions and vibrations of sound to channel along his jaw bone beneath his ear canal. It was an older hunter's trick one of the few useful bits of knowledge to be had within Karasu's mind.
Looking around he saw nothing and just as he shrugged his shoulders he froze, eyes crawling skywards. There was thousands of them, butterflies beautiful and a faint sound like a snake slithering across silk or the soft sands of a imagined desert was all around him at once. He mouth exploded into a genuine child like glee.
His hands slowly raised upwards, that was when the feeling hit him again. The winged insects were passing through the trees much like the spectral environment and shrubs around him. And the sheer number of them was daunting, no it was unfathomable. It was neither mating season nor was it.. "That tremor..."Summoning up the energy just gained from his fresh rest, he gathered his supplies and secured them in his pouch. Looking to his clone he formed the seal and it dispersed. There was a flow of chakra that surged into him that aided his new found vigor."When in doubt, follow the butterflies... time to go! And it appears we are late again, oh yes quite late indeed."Without a second thought Ikurah sped off following the butterflies despite the poison or his pain; taking to the trees, the ground, whatever was the fastest mode of travel. It seemed that hive mind direction of the butterflies was targeted for the incline, and so he had his heading. If Haruki was in control he may have sat there and pondered the meaning of such an occurrence, however, Ikurah was a creature of instinctual impulse. When nature ran screaming in its entirety; you ran like hell and prayed something was slower than you and more appealing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 6:08 am
"Annoying little pigeon, issssn't he? Disssssgusting." Teased the snake that had been nestled contently around Umbra's neck and shoulders. Sylne has been unusually quiet during Umbra's exploits. Perhaps she was used to it, or maybe she was silent simply because she felt Umbra needed her focus. "The idiotssss made that sssscroll for the sake of getting somewhere in a blink of an eye. It'sssss a terrible idea conssssidering one could usssse it to ssssummon and kill the poor little princccesssss. Time and space jutsssssu is not ssssomething to take lightly..." That statement was a tad bit unfair, but at the same time Senri practically did the same thing with Sylne's brothers and sisters. She was used to it by now, and it's not like she honestly cared about any of them. Sylne was a cold hearted snake after all. Though, she did like to make fun of Haruki's efforts....actually it was just part of her personality. She made fun of everybody. Then again she was the youngest and as such, all she ever did was play. ● ● ● ● ●
If I tear you open wide, take a look inside
Are you pretty?
Can I get inside your mind, see what I can find?
Are you pretty?
So just take off that disguise, everyone knows that you’re only
Pretty on the outside!!
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 6:23 am
"Bitterness is a Cancer, It eats Upon the host..."
Sessou looked at the boy with a blunt stare for a moment before letting go of him and turning around, continuing back into the woods. "If you believe that you really are a moron" While he didn't say what it was he was making his comment about it was clear that it was the boys commentary.
However Sessou paused as e saw the butterflies swarming, and continuing past him, and quickly at that. Animals didn't tend to run like that unless there was either something bigger than them that posed a threat, or a natural disaster of some sort.... and in this place it was hard to tell which it was, Though with the earthquake before things hinted towards a disaster of some sort. So with a slight flex of his arm the boy followed the path the insects were on. While he had no qualms about heading strait towards a beasty of some sort. If it WAS a disaster though, it would be logical to follow the insects and avoid it at all costs.
"...But anger is like a Fire, It burns all clean"
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