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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 5:43 pm
::A soft sigh escaped his lips as he stood up straight and lowered his energy back to normal. He moved closer to the crater to see the beast laying in the center of it. He then looked up at Kendo and bowed to him in thanks for his help. He then did the same to Red::
"Thanks, to both of you. Without your help, she most likely would stay this way for sometime."
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 5:45 pm
She called off her attack the moment the beast fell. Focusing carefully, she restored the balance of nature until the air was just under the saturation level and absorbed the remaining water into her vial. Only then did she emerge from the woods toward the crater to get a better view of the aftermath. Just because everything was quiet, didn't mean all was alright. She treaded carefully as she made her way to the outer perimeter, a bit surprised at how effective Unks was with such a direct assault. It made her feel as though she shouldn't have wasted time Orchestrating. Regardless, it was over now so what else should she do?
Redirect her frustration maybe? That's what Kendo's comment threatened, and it likely wouldn't be very pretty. If she had to admit, she would say without hesitation that she was focusing more on improving her physique than she was on her magic, and she wasn't necessarily proud or ashamed of that fact.
"So what if I have? I've only had one real lesson to my memory. I've been studying weather books to get a better grasp of the humidity around me. Not much, but something." Turning to Unks, she acknowledged his gratitude, but did not return his respect.
"Chances are it's my fault she ended up like that. I was only assuming responsibility for my actions."
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 5:55 pm
Without warning one of the beasts Amethyst orbs immediately shot open. Struggling to stand its great swing threw clouds of debris into the air. Letting off a earsplitting screech it dropped to a knee the scales cover its form beginning to crack.
Roaring the cracking began to spread soon flowing over the beasts entire form.
"Give me space..."
With a shudder an explosion of golden dust erupted forth from the crater accompanying a cry of pain that no longer had the inhuman drawl of the great beast.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:02 pm
Maintaining a careful, yet seemingly unaware eye on the creature, Red took her warning and cautiously retreated to the woods again, watching from the boughs of the trees what might be about to transpire. The dust that swept through the air almost choked and blinded her, forcing her to take cover behind the tree. Of course, as was her nature, she seemed to be very unaware of any of this and moved simply because she wanted to and not because she had to.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:03 pm
The expression of nonchalance immediately faded from his face as he grasped the hilt of his sword as the beast stirred within the crater. Holding a spell at the tip of his tongue his expression softened as he sense something less threatening this time about the beasts demeanor.
Grasping his blood red cloak he tugged at the material tearing free a black cloak.
"I suspect you'll be needing this..."
Throwing the cloak into the crater he turned around.
"Not my place to look."
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:05 pm
((I believe this is the epilogue. I'll wait for Unks to return before I write my next post.))
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:25 pm
<~>I'm afraid I must be going. So for sake of the RP, Red simply leaves, believing there is nothing else for her to do<~>
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:39 pm
::Unks stepped back seeing the monster stirr in the crater then calm down. He sensed no evil in it anylonger a soft smile coming to his lips. It seems his wife was returning to them. He looked at Kendo as he turned after giving her the cloak off his back a smirk on his lips.
"Yeah your damn right it isn't your place to look."
Of course saying this in a joking tone, he didn't want to anger Kendo. He smiled as he picked up the cloak and walked over to his wife and drapped it over her shoulder slowly and softly::
"Are you with us once more love?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:43 pm
Rolling his eyes the Fox sage shrugged.
"Whatever my friend. I suppose I should make like Red and vanish as well"
Passing a look of concern to Epithany he shrugged shoulder his great blade wandering toward the opposite end of the forest. There would be time to talk later.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:48 pm
Looking exhausted she blinked up at her husband.
"If I told you no...what would you do?"
Wincing she tugged the cloak close to her body feeling sour all over. She was too afraid to look at the spot she had once been bleeding profusely from. At this time she just wanted to go home.
"Hmmph...this is not how I wanted to spend my day...but I suppose that would be the same for you."
Mumbling a phrase her staff crackled to her finger tips, the mere act of that causing spikes of pain to flow through her side.
"Lead the way love..."
She grew silent.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:53 pm
::The Saiya-Jin boy smiled and nodded as he helped his wife slowly to her feet so not to hurt her. He laid her arm across his shoulders for support. He kissed her cheek softly glad to have her back and smiled as he started to walk slowly out of the crator holding her.
"Your right it isn't, but it seems there is more going on here that I am not aware of. We will talk about that after you've rested up of course."
Once out of the crater Unks sighed softly, it would take to long for them to walk back to the club so she can rest on their bed in the room. Unks placed his middle and index fingers on his forehead. He closed his eyes and thought of their cat and then teleported to their room in the Orion tower::
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:46 pm
He ran about wildly, sprinting one way, and then the other in excitement. Something was surging through him and it felt good. Better than good. It wasn't something he was all that accustomed to actually. Until this point he felt a lot heavier, as though his blood were liquid lead or he was weighed down by a semi truck, or as though he were strapped to anvils everywhere he went. Now though, he felt so light he was damn near afraid to jump since he might very well fall out of orbit. The thought tickled him as he took from the ground to the tree boughs.
"This...is...WONDERFUL!!! whee " His voice rang throughout all of Darkwood like a celestial chorus. He sprang through the tree cover and took in the blue sky, the fresh scent of dew kissed foliage, and the sound of birds with their many songs. And then he fell back to earth, landing on all fours like a tiny critter fresh able to walk. His melodic laughter rang out again, almost contagious, and obviously influencing the vibrant life around him.
Happily he continued laughing and running and jumping and stumbling and falling and tumbling until he lost all track of time, looking as dirty as most younger kids in the woods did, but he didn't care. To him this was all a game so he could afford carelessness. Nothing here scared him, made him feel threatened, or had to this point even almost killed him. It was kind of boring, but that's why he had made a game of it all. Taking shelter under a tall pine, it's branches and leaves offering excellent shade, he threw his back against the trunk and gazed off into nothingness, even though there was plenty before him. He didn't have to worry about being conscious. At least one of them would be awake and so long as there was one, his body would always be alert. Secure with this knowledge, he rested for a while. He really wasn't supposed to be around anyway.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 1:05 pm
:: the fires where burning. the vilagers screamed. the usual black night was lit by an eery dark red glow. the dark red glow of a destructive fire. it was an out of body experience for him. Yo-ko was there, floating above his fallen village. watching the jounin and chunin rush out and try to find what had happened. the attack seemed to come out of know where, and by an unknown source. the Kitsune village intelligance nrmally could have identified an attack pattern days in advance, but they had failed this time.
yo-ko remembered this day well. the day his beloved village fell to a shadow. a shadow with more energy then all the jounin combined. using his time as a ghost, yo-ko began to explore this horror of a day. finding himself in his mothers arms inside his room, he could not believe it. he was only 5 when this had happened. but then his father rushed inside the room, grabbed his armor and gave Yo-ko a kiss on the head. little would he know that it would be his last.....
the next chain of events where a blur to Yo-ko, but the dream vividly pointed them out. all the deaths, all the destruction. when all but one jounin was left standing, the demon would not stop. but in his rampage, he had failed to notice yo-ko's fathers, an estimed trap master, masterfully layed trap. when the 7 foot demon walked one more step, thousands of explosion notes exloded, causing the ground to cave in, and the demon to fall into a punji pit of the most kunai and arrows laced with even more explosion notes. and only when those exploded did father use even more powerful tactics. reaching behiend himself, into his pack, he pulled out a scroll: a big black and purple one. peeling of one corner of it slowly, as to not ruin or tear the paper, he then opened the scroll quickly, the paper almsot levitating lossly in the air. it was part three of his famed "three way poison" attack.
sending some chakra into the scroll, he lets loose the items that where sealed within it with a puff of white smoke. three wooden umbrellas. but if where one to understand a ninja, then you would know that those umbrellas had weapons in them. and to a grounded and trapped opponent, they meant sudden death.
throwing the umbrellas into the air, high above the ground, father concentrates and prepares for the finalle. gowing throguh a set of 5 mitsu (water) style hand seals, he activates one of his famed jutsu, the Jouro Senban or Raining needles. the needles, connected with fathers chakra, shoot like missles out of the umbrellas and go screaming down to the opponent, trapped in the pit trap of father. but that was the normal attack, not fathers famed ones. he was a weapons master and elite stratagest as well as weapons master. he had added poison and an explosion note to all 500 needles from each umbrella. that was 1500 neddles, poison, and explosion notes in all. no one had ever survived it, in all 10 years snese he had created it...
once all the needles shot out, father does one last trick, a three set of Katon (fire) style hand seals. inhalling a full chest of air, he exhales using the Ryuuka no Jutsu, or grand fire ball into the pit. and just before the fire ball hits the demon below, he puts his hand into the tiger hand seal, releasing the explosion notes. and those explosions mixing with the grand fire ball, there would be no remains of anythign below....
the explosion caved in near by buildings and houses as a pillar of fire, smoke, and energy raises out of the hole in an armageddon like display. but the display was not without a price. all those advanced jutsu had taken its toll on father, his chakra almost out. sitting down, he felt exhasted. but the fight was over, and what remained of the village was safe....
or so he thought. as he was getting up to go see his son, to see if he was safe, he heard a death note, a sound of pure hatred and power that meant the beast was still alive. it angrered father, putting him to the point of the only option left. he was an jounin. but more then a jounin, he was ANBU. and that meant he would give his lfie for his village. it was the highest possible honor. but his son would be burdened to live without a father. but his son would atleast live past tonight...
seeing the demon crawling ut of the hole, its black and blue blood spilling out of its body from an uncountable number of places. but as the thign got up, father realised that it could hardly walk. without a seconds thought, father rushed in, its hands out ready to intercept anythign the demon could throw at him. or that was the plan at least.
but father was faster, grabbing both of the demons hands with his own, he positions his fingers into a forbiden juts, the double snake assassin strike. the strike was used to kill an opponent instantly, but took the life of its user. releasing his chakra, he uses the jutsu. and in a flash of green from both bodies, they fell to the floor, lifeless.....
but it was then, that Yo-ko woke up. looking around, he tried to place his surroundings. the forest, the trees, the energy. it was the forest that had been made by the owners of the Shadows. it had a great amount of natural energy, which was probably why Yo-ko liked it so much. standing up, thanatos moves his right hand on to his face, pushing a few of his dreadlocks out of the way::
"how long have i been out? was that a dream of my father? damn, he was good..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 2:41 pm
::standing up, Yo-ko needed to get his berrings and surroundings back. he had been asleep for a long time. judging by the way he felt, he would estimate it at three days. and that was a long time. and his dream felt like it was in real time. he was really there, feelign the heat of the fires, the strain of the techniques. but why now, of all times, for him to have dreams about his father? but that was a silly question. the forest spirits and energy where at work. and many thigns can happen when natural energy goes to work. that much his father had taught him.
but the dream, as enlightening as it was as to what really happened the day his father died, it had left a deep tear in his heart. that someone so powerful, so strong, had left him so empty. he had remembered him from his basic training. how strict his father was about training. but when the sessions where over, he was the greatest father anyone could ask for. it was a real tear to see him sacrafice himself like that. but that aslo proved that he was Braver then the past seishin-kage, who had fled durring the battle.
his father and the seishin had served as ANBU in past years, doing countless missions. but when the third seishin kage died, they looked to the ANBU to see who would step up. father would never have stepped up, even if he was over qualified. he never liked diplomocy. and he would greatly give up the "honor" of being the kage if it was for the villages best intrest.
father had mastered over 200 jutsu, and was a cold, calculating fighter. it was like he had two brains going off at once: one that was reflexive, dodging and evading. while the other was the calculator, looking at and studying his opponent for what there next moves would be. it was brilliant, how powerful he was. and yo-ko was growing up, just like him. and just then, he felt a warmth. a warmth that he had not felt in years. and he knew his father was watching him, aiding him on his journey.
but it was time to go now. time to go see what deity was up to. he would be mad at yo-ko for missing three days of work. but it was worth it. so using his shinobi speed and balance, he jumped up and hoped from branch to branch, thinking and thanking his father as he made his way back to the Shadows...::
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 6:15 pm
"I don't know if I can say that I hate him, but..." he grew silent as he tried to organize his thoughts and put the right words in the right place. His angst was simple to understand, yet difficult to explain. The whole point of his being here was to figure out what it was about his father that made bonding so difficult. Honestly, the grey-eyed kitsune boy had hoped his father would be a bit easier to talk with in the past than he was in the present...future...
Rising from the log he was sitting on, he turned his back to his company as stepped over his seat to walk toward a standing pine. Beneath its many boughs and the density of its foliage, the moonlight could not even touch him. Not even his silver tail glittered when it swayed. Leaning against the sturdy trunk, Kenta sighed as his deep, melodic voice rang out in dismay.
"I don't know what else I can say. When I look at him, I feel no love, no devotion, no respect, just anger and bitterness. Nothing he does makes sense to me, his ethics make no real sense and his actions go unchecked, even by my mother. It's almost as though he's abusing his power. He knows we can't stand up to him, so he does whatever he wants without consequence."
Again the child fell silent and anyone with the least bit of empathy could tell he was as unsure about his feelings for his father as anyone else. Internally, he couldn't convince himself that he might admire his father, but he was no more able to say that he truly did hate him. The confusion only irritated him further and made him angrier. He blamed his father and sometimes he felt it was juvenile to do so, but then he was ridiculed, maybe even encouraged, to continue being bitter, and the thought that his father was so inconsiderate only angered him all the more, driving him further into confusion.
"I guess it was a bit foolish to expect anything to come of traveling all the way back here, but I didn't know what else to do. Now I've made my burden one more thing you have to worry about. I'm sorry."
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