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 Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 10:23 pm
Logan Hyuuga, the Blue Byakugan ((Appearance: He has very large blue Byakugan eyes which appear to lack pupils. He wears a cloak, pants, gloves, a shirt, four scarfs, and a mask. they are all black and made of special materials. These clothes make it so only his eyes can be seen.)) Logan watched as he followed Shikarama, as the village was essentially consumed by light, producing a surprising amount of shadow in the process. He and Shikarama had watched as the man mentioned angels while he addressed the beings of light that were around him. His chakra was very... interesting, as he suddenly repealed the angels, who had moved to him now acted to avoid him completely. Logan had noticed the young man awhile ago as he watched them. His eyes had gazed to Aya's bandaged body with a strange interest. He had quickly approached them as they moved, but had yet to display obvious hostility. The man exited his coverage from a bush and as they turned towards hi, actually greeted them, asking about their reaction to the weather. It was clear he had no care for what was going on within the village. This suggested either he hadn't detected any of the obvious strangeness occurring around them, or he didn't care. Of course, while Logan could see he had no leaf head band, and Shikarama failed to see one, and it was clear in general from his behavior that he wasn't supposed to be there, his apparent lack of... threatening nature... for a lack of a better word... they had no need to deal with him at the moment. As Shikarama greeted him back in a confused manner, Logan placed Aya on his shoulder, and grabbed Shikarama's wrist, pulling on it to catch his attention and remind him they had more important things to do at the moment. With that they turned and began walking. Shikarama secretly formed a clone to spy on the boy for now. A voice flowed out, out of nowhere, speaking to the man they had seen. It called him a "Champion of Death" and implied that he was responsible for the loss of life here. It asked him of his intent, before seeming to be interupted, mentioning Momo. It spoke to Momo now, before giving in. The light beings pulled back, continuing to deal with the remaining zombies. Then Momo's voice spoke out, saying Shinobu informed her of him and mentioning he was the kage they had been told about. Logan's mind drifted back to what had been said of him, As Momo approached hidden from normal eyes. While the light orbs continued feeling the area and destroying the zombies, the light parted over jono as Momo flew down to him, smiling despite the atmosphere. She introduced herself, calling herself the "host of the Angelus and the Nine Winged Angel." Logan's eyes had seen the strange chakras coming from her body and armor. One of them felt almost like that of his own, when he had been consumed by anger. She mentioned the kage's relation to death, but clearly wanted a peaceful end to this meeting. Logan had noticed that Rook followed him. Though he was acting a little more reserved. He had grown defensive when Schi had appeared, however. As they walked from him after Jono, the fire-user whispered to him. Logan glanced back to Rook, thinking for a moment, before nodding lightly He loosened his grip on Aya for Rook to take. Once the Ryuujin took hold of her, he would move on. Jono had mentioned a host and Momo being turned into "something more" With a flick of his hair and a disinterested expression, he moved his hands from his weapons. As he looked through partially open eyes, he looked to her as if scanning her. He mentioned of his past, being sick and near death, before he was taken...by what... He continued on, saying that he was death, because of his previous state, and because he saw this "her". Whoever "her" was had changed his hair color from blond to red, and apparently entered him. He then called the "angels" images, likely relating to the fact that they were made from light. He called her a savior of humanity, saying she was preventing him from accomplishing his "job". He said she removed death from this place, calling it a town, despite it being a village. He made a truly evil offer, seeking to bring death "back" Such was a preposterous statement, given all the death that still existed here now. He intended to take either the lives of half the village or that of Momo herself. He called himself angel then. Whatever he was, he had to be stopped. Logan saw as strange crows had moved around him making unnatural noises as they hissed and roared at the light angels. (2x) 55049 SP/chakra Demon Chakra: Closed Eyes- 100,000. Spendable skill points: 12189 Word Count: 760 Wind Release: Beast Wave Strike - 0/1200 Wind Release: Beast Wave Violent Wind Strike - 0/1500 Wind Release Stream- 0/600 Wind Release: Vacuum Great Sphere-0/800 Wind Release: Vacuum Serial Waves- 0/1000 Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere- 0/600 Wind Release: Vacuum Wave- 0/1100 Wind Release: Wind Enhanced Tools- 0/700 Hijutsu • Ishibari- 0/750 Scattering Thousand Crows Technique-0/800 Liquid Chakra- 0/1300
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:03 pm
"I see..." the tone in her voice was sad as in an almost ironic action she closed her eyes, "I must say I figured you might be willing to remove yourself... but as I said..." Momo opened her eyes with full Sharingan activated, "I shall not allow Death to claim what his whims dictate are his. After all the death of these zombies is something I figure would be more important. Living dead... that must insult Death far more than my saving those that are not Death's to take, But I can already tell that this will come to a fight. You've already dictated that I am to die... and as for my light spirits it is true that they are not flesh and blood angels... but they're a part of me which makes their pedigree purer than that of those of yours that flock around this city with feathers of black and reek of death. If you do not withdraw I shall force you to remove yourself." her voice was no longer as sweet as it was. So it was obvious that the Angelus was back in the psychological foreground. Momo didn't have that kind of aggression in her. As they spoke, angels and balls of light continued to spread throughout the city multiplying and eradicating zombies, saving those that were not infected and sheltering them. Deep inside Momo's soul something stirred as it stared at Death, it was a based understanding of presences, the winged angel within Momo sensed the agent of death but remained dormant in her soul, it would take something more abrupt to awaken the well of holy power. Surely something within their battle here would trigger it. About Momo an aura would form though it wasn't the only thing in the abundant light in the area about Momo miniature balls of light were forming and hovering about her these were tiny little spirits they would cling to whatever touched them, be they opponents, allies, or even the buildings and ground around them, from all the larger balls of light about the city a downfall light snow would start, despite all of these advantages she had Momo knew it would not be so easy as all this, Death Chose this man for a reason, it wasn't because he couldn't get the job done. This fight would be Hard-won. 400 words 21,500 / 22,300 1. Sharingan lv. 3 - 800 2. Angelus (officially) Activated 3. -none- -Passives- Sharingan Lv. 3 Angelus Light Control God's Light [Pt.1] x10 Drago_the_Blackrose Hey quote me from now on please XD
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:52 pm
"Such a pity.. Gods of Our Stature fighting because you can't compromise."
Jono sighed as he shrugged his shoulders. Life.. it didn't mean a damn thing to him. He simply waved his hands and his crows started to flock around him. Their vicious caws could be heard louder and louder.
Jono took one of his kunais and threw it into the ground. The life around it started to draw away and die. The battlefield started to turn pitch black and it all started to wither away. He only sighed again as he licked his bottom lip and gave a short sigh.
"We should be above them.. Just look at what Loki caused... and now we are back at each other's throat. We were supposed to be banded together. We were meant for so much more.. but we arn't.. because deep down inside we are still just humans toying at a Immortal's beings game."
Just a few years ago they were fighting against Loki. At least the established order was going to happen. However.. now it was time they finished their plan. it was time for everything else to be eliminated. Chaos was off the table.. and it was unequal it was time for Death.. to be Surpreme ruler of the table.
The birds keep squawking. He was known for his subtly. The one thing that different from him and his soul bearing father. He could use subtleness in a fight rather then trying to kill them all in one blow. The Birds still squawked. master of Illusions. Master of Death. The Crows would fly at the girl. They would try and fly through her. He just stood there as he started to create multiple clones of himself. They all just stood there. None of them moving. It was almost beautiful. A Flood of Red Headed warriors. Not even transforming. Not moving. Not attacking. The crows.. kept squaking.
"The table is unbalanced.. and your life.. it belongs to me.."
He said with a simple smile. Techniques used Eight Birds of Narcissus This technique creates eight birds made of chakra, which fly at an opponent. If they hit, they plunge them into a Genjutsu which forces them to stare intently at their own reflection, unable to look away. Mist Servant Technique - 600 Skill Points - This genjutsu creates clones that phase in and out of the ground as if they were made of a blackish, oil-like liquid. When attacked, the clones regenerate themselves. The clones can be controlled to make it seem as if they're throwing kunai. The user can then time their attacks with those of the clones.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:59 pm
 Momo's eyes stared out and saw through the illusions around her, it seemed this man was underestimating her in her hand a spear would form and angels swooped in and warded off the birds, if not outright killing them off. Lofting the spear above her head she threw it expertly in Jono's precise direction, the spreading death didn't really catch her attention as after all... everything here was already demolished, on fire, dead, or was technically an effigy of her power. So far they were just warming up, flexing their muscles at each other before they really went at it, across the city more and more lives were starting to drift out of Jono's reach, they were being evacuated, though a few brave souls still wandered toward the City's center where Life and Death met each other on the field of battle once more in the hallowed annals of time. 150 x 2 = 300 21,500 / 22,300 1. Angelus Light Manipulation - Spear of Light 2. -none- 3. -none- -Passives- Sharingan Lv. 3 Angelus Light Control God's Light [Pt.1] x10
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 2:00 am
Those Damned eyes. Every magician's flare was always ruined by those damned eyes. They always thought they were special. However the spear coming towards him was quite nice. He only leapt backwards and watched the spear pierce the ground in front of him. He decided that playing games or at least the simple games wit hthis one would not be fun or at least work at his benefit. He simply opened the first gate. He opeend the Reverse Gate and his body started to feel more relaxed. The ground shook and he had a slight smile that grew across hsi lips. He hadn't had the time to do this before.. and he hadn't really had the target to use this with.
"...Wasted Blade please come out.."
As Jono pulled the blade from the sheathe. The blade started to generate an image of hundreds of floating blades. It was his first blade. His most clever blade. The Blade created an image of hundreds of fragments of blades floating around him almost like a peacocks feathers. He looked up in the air and even parts of his own blade started to fly around him. He licked his bottom lip and he tilted his head a bit. However the illusion was strong. Every time the genjutsu was seen through it would jeep recasting itself over and over again. Creating the Peacock Tail to be even bigger and with more blades.
"Let's try this again.."
His opening the gates made his own genjutsu a lot more powerful. He was feeling about right now. He could just saw through this little girl's neck. That would be fun.. He nodded. ((Peacock Pretty- Is a genjutsu cast from the Wasted blade. Once the blade is pulled from its sheathe it cast an illusion of multiple fragment of blades floating around him. After each time the genjutsu is cancelled/ sen through the blade recast the genjutsu but with more blades. The true blades remain hidden inside of the illusion until it strikes.)) ((First Opening gate genjutsus are stronger. )
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:08 am
 Katsurou Gekkou The cloaked figure takes his leave from the lovely huntress; hiding amount the citizens of the village once more. Though the male's mind was still set on the mission at hand, the image of Wolf-chan plagues the back of his mind. Still the mission must come first, and Katsurou still hadn't thought about where to go to find what he wanted. Luck would have it that he was actually closer to the building that housed the records of Hidden Leaf. Perhaps they would be there? The male smirked from under the cloak and carefully inspected the area around the building while aiming to memorize the patrol of the guards outside the building. On the plus side, he didn't see a sensory ninja, though he knew there had to be at least one, and he knew it didn't have to be a Hyuuga.
The figure glances around once more as he feels the eyes of a predator on him, 'I bet that is Wolf-chan. Need to focus.' It was around that time that an alarm sounded and the Jounin guards amassed in squads and scattered. 'Was I spotted?' Was the only thought as Katsurou pulled off the black cloak and a massive pair of chakra wings sprouted from his back. With a smirk the male looked over his left shoulder, "Sorry Wolf-chan...Lets meet up somewhere quieter if you can escape." Though the male didn't see her, he could feel her presence and before a response could be given, the male had leap into the air and taken flight with those wings.Word Counts CurrentKatsurou Gekkou: 345 Words
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:55 pm
Momo was being underestimated again, even if the Genjutsu recast itself once she knew where the blade was originally the path wouldn't be hard to circumnavigate, perhaps it was time he tasted a real heavyweight genjutsu. "Rest well Servant of Death, embraced kindly in the warmth of... God's Light!" All about Jono the innumerable balls of light would flash ensnaring him in the genjutsu Normally it would be possible to block out this light but... with so much of it Jono would sure fall under it's influence even if he didn't fall under the genjutsu's influence that much light so suddenly would blind him if only temporarily. If Jono did in fact fall under the Genjutsu, Angel would guide him to the ground gently, after all pain was a possible escape trigger from this genjutsu, but so far she had yet to see a reliable technique to escape it. Genjutsu release was impossible, the illusion contained the persons thoughts to their head and stopped them from taking any physical action. But such power was costly this jutsu took almost half of Momo's Chakra just to use it. If Jono was wrapped in the Genjutsu then he would find himself in an infinite void of white space and a warm gentle feeling would begin to wash over him almost like a gentle loving hug, he wouldn't be able to hurt himself or release the God's Light genjutsu, though there was one way... Momo and the Angelus just didn't know it yet. 250 11,500 / 22,300 1. God's Light pt 2 - 10,000 2. -none- 3. -none- -Passives- Sharingan Lv. 3 Angelus Light Control God's Light [Pt.1] x10
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:47 pm
Rook 'Riichi' Ryuujin
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Come at me, Bro!
╚═════════════════════╝ oOo Who shot that arrow in your throat?xxoOo Who missed the crimson apple?xxxxoOo This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfectxxxxxxoOo Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars
(It's recommended to listen to this while reading this post for full effect.)
The Pyro was making little time in collecting the body of the dead Nara member, and quickly cradled her body in his arms. With on last sigh, Rook quickly bowed to Logan, gave Shikarama a bow, and took off, running away from the three. Sure enough, he was far enough away that he wouldn't have to worry. His feet made a small little pitter patter on the hard cold stone of the road, his hair hung around his face, framing his pale skin. The Leaf was in a strange state, recovering from the Zombies. Aya Nara had been one of the many lives taken from their home, and now Rook had the chore of burring her body. The sounds of his foot steps continued to rang through the air, as he slowly descended upon grave yard that the Leaf held so valuable, where all the honored and memorable shinobi lay. The place where even the dead could rest, the living grieved and the two worlds became one. The scent on the air was putrid, rotting corpses littered the streets, and finally the expressions on those who fell burned themselves into the back of the boy's skull. It wasn't easy to hold such a burden at such a young age, but those who still lived on had to hold themselves up, holding onto whatever thread of life they still held. The body he held swayed with every step, the horrid smell emanated from it as well. The whole situation was under the rug, and now the hardest was to come. Rook was having a harder time, thinking about his new resolution, what he would do, among other things. What was he to do? With a long, drawn out sigh, the Pyro continued his way down the long roads, not stopping to take in the oh so wonderful sighs of dead bodies and rotting corpses. His red eyes were slightly dull, which was unusual for him, but he continued anyway. Soon enough, he came to the large enclosed place with many stone slabs where placed to identify the dead sleeping there. Taking a look around, he noticed this place was untouched by the vial things known as zombies, the roses on the graves still blew with the wind, the large symbol of the Will of Fire still stood tall over all the graves, the luscious green grass continued to grow. Taking a deep breath, the Ryuujin slowly made his way over to the corner of the graveyard. Once he was there, he grabbed a single shovel that seemed to have been placed there by the graveyard keeper. Rook gazed down to the heavy head of the shovel, watching the sun shine off the sharp blade like metal. It could make a good weapon if wielded properly. The sound of the shovel stabbing into the surface of the ground was sent into the air, breaking the comfortable silence. The dirt and earth was being thrown to the side, as the boy got to work making an unofficial grave. After a little while of doing this, the Ryuujin finally had made a grave to his liking, one that would fit the girl's figure just nicely, and a grave deep enough to not be disturbed by people walking over top. Glancing down at the body once again, he noticed the bandaged around her one hand. There was no way he would lift one of those heavy slabs and drag it over to her grave. So he would just have to improviser. Slowly unwrapping the bandages from her arm, he bowed to her in respect, and slowly lowered her into the hole. Now was the time for this dead one to be layed to rest, it was her turn to pass on. The boy climbed out of the hole and began to scoot the earth that was once there, and began to place it back to were it once was. It was a sad moment, as the life of someone so dear to someone else was taken, so young and had much to experience still, so much left to learn, and so many things to teach. A great mind like that was lost, and now life would continue to tick away for the rest of the living. Rook patted down the rest of the dirt, and looked down on it, almost as if he was praying for her. Shikarama and Logan weren't here, so he would have to do it for them. Closing his red eyes, and bowing his head down slowly, he began to pay the respects for her friends, as well as bidding her a last good-bye. It was sad to have someone taken like that, but that's how everything is. Raising the shovel above his head, he impaled the shovel deep into the earth, creating a makeshift headstone. He slowly wrapped the bandages around the handle of the shovel, giving her that place to lie forever. That was her place, forever. With a few more minutes of silence, he turned and began to walk away, leaving a friend behind. It was his turn to move on, and soon he too would lay in a similar spot. Only no one would bury him like he just buried her. A small sad smile tugged at the edges of his lips, the thought was sad, but oh so true. Shikarama and Logan didn't find his company amusing or relaxing, and he knew this. He was naturally someone who had a more fiery, lively attitude. But this boy didn't care, he would just try to survive through life as best as he could. The grass squished under his feet, as he walked down the path set out for visitors, and slowly made his way to the gate of the graveyard. Even if life gave him some curves, he would fight back to his very last breath, it was just who he was. His frown slowly turned into a smirk, now was a good time more than any to set fire to something, awaken his lively side. He needed this breath of fresh air, or smoky air, to rid himself of the deep depressing mood, the gloom left behind by the fallen. His eyes slowly began to get their lively gleam back, and his posture was becoming more straight and tall, he was no longer that weakly. He needed to find a way to get back to his training, and leave all this behind. The sound of his foot step meeting the pavement broke the eerie silence yet again. Now was the time. It was his time.
I cut the arrow from your neck,oOoxxxxxx
Among the roots and baby's breath oOoxxxx
I covered us with silver leaves oOoxx
And there is discord in the garden tonight oOo
(Word count = 1099)
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 11:05 pm
Jono closed his eyes for a moment. The ligth was bright but he figured it was a genjutsu. Coming from a genjutsu master he knew the signs of a one technique. However the guiding lights only put him a state where he couldn't use his physical action. He just went down to his knees.
Is that all you have.. jono.. you were a terrible avatar.
He could feel death almost mocking him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:24 pm
Momo lofted of the shattered corner of a building and closed her eyes concentrating in Jono's illusion in his downcast gaze a pair of small feet would appear, familiar little feet, the feet of a certain agent of life who stopped again when she was gifted the armor of the Angelus. "What's wrong?" It was Momo's voice, she sounded concerned for the man, ever the kind soul even in the middle of battle she worried even about the ones who wished her dead. 11,500 / 22,300 1. -none- 2. -none- 3. -none- -Passives- Sharingan Lv. 3 Angelus Light Control God's Light [Pt.1] x10 God's Light [Pt.2] - Jono
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:33 pm
 Kyouken had prowled through the streets and alleys of Hidden Leaf for several long moments. Her entire attention had been focused on avoiding detection, and in tracking down her latest prey. That being the other person who'd decided to infiltrate the village this rainy evening. He had taken a more traditional route toward subterfuge. Wearing a cloak, both as protection against the rain, and also proof against identification. Still, she would be able to spot him, if for no other reason than she was adept at reading body language. Even if he could fool everyone else, there would be a tell in his movements. Something in the way he walked, that would make it all too obvious that he was here in secret, and taking measures to keep it that way. Somebody with nothing to hide would walk upright, tall and proud, albeit casual. Even in this rain, there would be that shadow of comfort and complacency. On the other hand, people like her and Moon-chan, who had entered the village under cover, would let at least a hint of that mindset manifest in their movements. She was no exception, though her own tells were hidden away by her unique traits. A moment later, she froze as a shrill whistle could be heard. Impossible to tell if it was made by hand or by electronic device, and it made no difference which it was. The result was clear. She could hear muted shouts, the sound muffled somewhat by the drumming rain. That had been a siren, an alarm. She was confident she had not been the one to trip the alarm, had it been Moon-chan? If so, she was disappointed, he had seemed more capable than that. Regardless, his task- and by extension, her own as well- had just gotten that much more difficult. Now that the Leaf's security had been fired up, they would be more aware. Not just for the regular patrols, but also for any other resources that might come into play. Sensory ninjutsu, possessors of secret bloodline traits, ninja dogs, all of that and more was a distinct possibility. She needed to find her quarry, and fast. He likely wouldn't be sticking around for very long, if he had any sense he'd pull back and try again when the commotion had died down and security grew lax once more. She rounded a corner, skirting around a trio of cloaked forms dashing through the rain. They could have been part of the Leaf's security, or just civilians. No way to know and no time to find out. Instead, her attention was forcibly grabbed by the sudden emergence of a pair of brilliant white wings a moderate distance down the road. Even if she hadn't known a bit about Moon-chan's skills, she would have taken this to be a sign, and closed in on the winged figure. She got close enough to hear the last murmur of whatever he had said, and then he was gone, taking flight. The wind was whipped into a brief frenzy as the current from his wings' flapping warred with the already strong wind from the rainstorm. By the time the winds settled into a single direction, he was gone, swallowed up by the dark clouds. Kyouken frowned before slinking back into the shadows. Normally she'd be all but immune to being spotted. But between the alarm and Moon-chan's splashy departure, the area would be under close scrutiny. She knew better than to make a run for it, the security forces that were undoubtedly already fast on the approach would be monitoring the area's border closely. Better to lay low for a moment and only slip away after they had arrived. That would be a challenge in its own right, but she was up to it. And if by chance she failed, she was confident in her strength, too. One way or another, she would get away, and could begin the process of hunting down her prey anew.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 10:04 pm
 Shikarama Nara, The Dedicated Genius Shikarama watched, some unsean, to Shikarama at least, voice, spoke to the man, showing him aggression and warning. They said he was "...black, and dark..." whatever that meant. They spoke of him with familiarity, calling him a "Champion of Death..." The voice, however, was interrupted it seemed, mentioning Momo. It appeared to be arguing, before giving in. The beings of light, which had surrounded the man before, now moved back. Momo apparently spoke now, even as the light continued to purge the area of the zombies. The light flowing from above split apart. And down descended Momo, glowing wings allowing her to float down. She gave her name, with several add-ons to it. Again, Jono was referenced with death. Rook had moved to Logan and offered to take Aya off their hands. Shikarama clenched his fist lightly. But, he couldn't disagree in the end. Just take good care of her..." That was all he could say. Meanwhile Jono spoke back to Momo, unimpressed, it seemed. He whipped his hair back, as he spoke about his past, refering to "they...her" and "death..." He mentioned that his hair was changed from blond to red, and that "She..." was inside him. He discussed the light beings, recognizing them as images, but calling them, "angels..." He mentioned a job that Momo was interfering with. From what was implied, he seemed to think himself death itself, or maybe an assistant to the mythical entity or force. He made a sham of an offer, to bring back death to the leaf village, Shikarama could only growl and frown at this, a fair share of death. This village had already seen far too much death. Numerous crows flew around the man hissing, Jono called them his angels, saying they were real. Logan meanwhile, had given Aya for Rook to take. He watched the happenings before them. It was certain that a fight was soon to start. Momo showed disappointment at Jono's response, as it would seem clear, she wanted peace. She made clear her stance, alongside her angels, to oppose Jono absolutely. And while doing this, she had been maintaining the action of her light control readily. An aura enveloped her, along with multiple orbs of light. The light orbs seemed to cling to everything and... "snow" made of light would fall over the area from the larger orbs in the sky. With wave of his hand and arrogant words, Jono's crows flew out around his form, their cries growing in intensity. Shikarama and Logan both watched, as with the throw of a kunai, he had formed an expanding area of death among the plant-life. His crows flew at Momo, while multiple clones formed around him. Shikarama could tell by looking at the lack of depressions left on the ground, they were all just illusions. He was certain Logan himself could tell without needing such details. Momo's Sharigan were visibly active, as she formed a spear made of light, the light angels moving in her defense against the birds. She threw the spear as well as one would throw a Javelin, at Jono and his clones. Jono jumped back to dodge the spear. His chakra grew strangely stronger, as the ground around Jono was actually shaking. He asked a "Wasted blade" to emerge, and he drew it. To Shikarama's eyes, there were hundreds of floating blades and fragments had formed around him, resembling the plumage of a peacock. Calling Jono a servant of death, she appeared to caste a genjutsu of some kind against Jono, using the light orbs around them all as a medium. It seemed, Jono had been stopped by it. Momo had flown down, closer to them as she asked Jono what was wrong. Shikarama took this time to toss a kunai into Jono's kunai in the ground. The impact forced it out. He hoped this would prevent it's death effect from spreading further. He and Logan watched for now.((2x)) 55436 SP/chakra Spendable skill points: 2226 Word Total: 656 Drawing Skill: /1200 Communication Skill: 0/500 Choujuu Giga: 0/900 Ink Clone Technique: 0/600 Ink Flush Technuque: 0/850 Toothpick Spit: 0/300 Nervous System Confusion: 0/600 Bruising Sky Leg: 0/1000 100% Punch: 0/800 Needle Spit Skill: 0/300 Dance of the Crescent Moon: 0/700 Murder of Crows Confusion Technique: 0/700 Strong Fist Style: 0/900 Leaf Strong Whirlwind: 0/700 Konoha Super Strength Whirlwind: 0/800 Konoha Full Kick Soccer: 0/800 Leaf Gale: 0/600 Action: 0/400 Drunken Fist Style: 0/600 Sleep Fighting Skill: 0/300 Leaf Rising Wind: 0/300 Dynamic Entry: 0/300 Spinning Leaf Kick: 0/600 Leaf Great Whirlwind: 0/600 Blue Impact: 0/1200 Leaf Shadow Dance: 0/500 Forward Lotus Technique: 0/1000 Leaf Thunder Fist: 0/600 Springtime of Youth Full Power: 0/900 Wind Release: Vacuum Serial Waves- 0/1000 Hijutsu • Ishibari-0/750 Scattering Thousand Crows Technique- 0/800 Liquid Chakra- 0/1300 Quote: Nara Style: Yin Clone-He can produce a clone from the shadows around him. These clones can only exist as long as they have a shadow to remain in and must always keep part of their bodies touching the shadows. These clones can attack physically, as well as use Shikarama's jutsu. If they are forced out of a shadow, or the shadow they are touching is eliminated, they are dispersed. Rather then using their own shadow, which they lack, for shadow techniques, they use the shadows they are in contact with.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 1:33 pm
However, the genjutsu didn't last long enough to impede his wrath. The Genjutsu master. The Kage. Death. All of these things lead him back out of the grasp. However wit ha simple grasp of the kunai on his belt. He didn't say much.
He lunged the knife towards the girl not trying to hit a vital organ. It wouldn't matter where it hit. As long as it was metal on skin contact. The death would plague her if the blade touched her.
He only started to dust himself off. His small tattered clothes from his small bit of amror started to be revealed.
"You are a good genjutsu user.. you really are.. But Genins must realize they place when they are up against A Kage. Life must realize that everything dies.. when it is faced against Death. YOU had your time.. now it is mine."
Jono said as he dragged his hand against his hair. He ripped his kage clothes and his full armor was seen. The fabled armor of his enemies. It drained chakra just from being near. He licked his lips and he only gave a brief smile.
"Feel that... its your chakra... being absorbed."
He said.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 4:32 pm
The feel of metal was surprising, but oddly enough she didn't feel anything from it, as her life was siphoned away death consumed her, Momo had striven to impart life to all in spite of death, but now she herself sat in front of Death's Door, a paltry gift for him to take into the cursed home. Momo's Hand shot out and gripped Jono's Clothing in her eyes was something different, they had gone pure white the drain had not only stopped, but reversed, and upon her back appeared a pure white wing, and then another, and another, they appeared like that until there were nine of them in all, "Death..." The voice was different from the other two, deeper more ancient and power, "It's a sin to murder others you know." The Nine Winged Angel had awakened within Momo, Jono would feel his death being siphoned away Blood poured from the stomach wounds but Momo gave no sign of dying any time soon, the death that had infected her body was starting to recede the nine winged angel controlled the energies of life and death alike. It was then that Jono would begin to feel it, Life... coursing into his vein an overwhelming amount of it would pour into him, Momo was dying, but Jono would get another overwhelming taste of Life only to have it slip away again... The Angel would push him back onto the ground and rise into the air the orbs of light and angel spirits following her away from the Village Hidden in the Leaves... This was how the confrontation concluded. The Body of Momo Uchiha was consumed by the newly awakened Nine Winged Angel, and Jono undertook the burden of Life once again even if it was only temporary Worse for Jono in those few scarce seconds the Angel had collected all the death energy in the area before she went robbing Jono of any gain he would have had.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:02 pm
Logan Hyuuga, the Blue Byakugan ((Appearance: He has very large blue Byakugan eyes which appear to lack pupils. He wears a cloak, pants, gloves, a shirt, four scarfs, and a mask. they are all black and made of special materials. These clothes make it so only his eyes can be seen.)) Logan looked out over the edges of the Leaf Village. His large, pupiless blue eyes absorbed the surroundings. It had been surprisingly peaceful since the last events. The village recovered. The buildings were rebuilt. The dead were cleared and buried, and the kage of death himself had been stopped. That was at least for the time being, anyway. Logan stepped softly towards the edge of the building and swiftly jumped down, ledge by ledge, with ease. He reached the ground and began to walk. In the five years that past, he had gotten taller. However, such isn't saying much, given he was 6 at that time. He had gotten new clothes made for his size. For all means and purposes, they resembled his old ones. Naturally, He wore the cloak that covered most of his form. Under this, he wore a thick, robe-like shirt. Around his neck were four special scarves. His Face was covered by his mask. His hands and wrists were clothed by two black gauntlets. His feet by two metallic shoes. He wore thick, loose black pants. Set in every piece of his clothing, were multiple weights, that limited his strength and speed, while allowing both to be increased significantly when the weights are taken off. This combined with his skill with the gentle fist, and other skills, made him a near unparalleled taijutsu opponent, ecspecially for his age and rank. He was also skilled in both ninjutsu and genjutsu, though to lesser extents. During the time passed, he had become more and more aware of something lieing within him. He was learning still, trying to figure how to access the power of this thing. He had limited success. He was developing several techniques in each area, each one designed to take advantage of his abilities. 55348 SP/chakra Demon Chakra: Closed Eyes- 100,000. Spendable skill points: 12488 Word Count: 299 Wind Release: Beast Wave Strike - 0/1200 Wind Release: Beast Wave Violent Wind Strike - 0/1500 Wind Release Stream- 0/600 Wind Release: Vacuum Great Sphere-0/800 Wind Release: Vacuum Serial Waves- 0/1000 Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere- 0/600 Wind Release: Vacuum Wave- 0/1100 Wind Release: Wind Enhanced Tools- 0/700 Hijutsu • Ishibari- 0/750 Scattering Thousand Crows Technique-0/800 Liquid Chakra- 0/1300
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