Belle's overwhelming presence emanated through the area upon her arrival. The clickity clack of her designer heels bit the emerald grass. The girl's catwalk towards Rose and Cecil gave the appearance of a dove flying across the field. Once close enough she stood with the crispy winds blowing her illustrious hair and appendages. With blind eyes she beckoned upon the two, "Hey...", her innocent smile charmed brightly. Isabelle twisted her hands behind her lower back and sensed the area for more shinobi. s**t, a b***h was bored and needed some attention.
As Rose awaited the next technique to be demonstrated the next stage of the Mist fighting technique as something caught the radar of those ruby eyes before his ears picked up on the beautiful sound of high-fashion. Loving in hearing the sound of expensive shoes of shoes hitting the pavement. Even better when they are clicking across marble floors!
Lessening his stance, Noel turned his prettied head where those ruby eyes widened to the source of the noise. A magnificent creature. Something that didn't make his eye twitch and his thoughts of turning the stain on the earth into a beautiful puppet. But this creature was...perfect. She did not require more assistance. One of the first he's seen, that he didn't want to put his manicured nails through after he's turned them into a corpse. "Tres magnifique. Bonjour madam." Noel said as his eyes gazed upon such an eye-appeasing creature.
Cecil sighed as he looked at the new comer. Great now he had some fashion diva who was pretending to be a ninja. "Hello to you too." Cecil then went into the second stage of mist stance. "This one is a bit hard but not by much." He then looked at Isabelle. "Don't take this the wrong way but your enemy won't care what you look like and nor will anyone else if your dead. I would suggest spending less time on fashion and more into training, that is if you want to make it as a ninja."
Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 12:12 pm
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Rose's pearly smile and Essence seemed to spill on the girl, downing her in attention. Though she was unsure of what he said, excluding the word 'madam', his artistic flow gave a tiny peep hole's view into his personality. The fine lips Isabelle wore smashed together in order to mash the ruby lipstick evenly; then words were planned to utter from the being...but then Cecil's words pierced her conscious like a dagger. Not only his words but his posture and body language signaled his disinterest in her presence. Oh hell no. Before the kunoichi could seize herself, the tan manicured hand was openly palmed in front of her attacker's face. The french tipped finger nailed reflected the golden strands of sunlight that kissed their faces."Now, now hun. Watch your words, you wouldn't wanna get your a** whooped by a damsel in 5 inch heels now would you?", a thin black eyebrow was raised from her face. It sparked interest, such a simplistic expression held monumental character. Was she challenging him? Tch. Isa had yet to state her name, the perfect timing had to be afoot. Opposite to the hand laid mid-air, the other rested on her curvy hips. A mild shake of her head sent her thick, bodiful hair in the westward gust.
Technique usedbiggrineido Tama (Mud Ball) Description: A very useful technique used to slow down their opponents, the user spits out a large ball of mud. The mud is kept together with chakra and, when it stikes a hard surface, it hardens-- slowing down movement of the person hit or weighing down an item. Once it has turned solid, only a strong person can break it, though a water technique of chuunin level or higher can liquify the mud once more. Eventually, the hardened mud shatters, and the victim is no longer inconvenienced by it.
"You think you could beat me. Your a Genin, at least I'm sure of that, I know all the Chuunin and Jounin and your not one of them. I won't go easy on you and the last guy I sparred ended up going to the hospital. You can't even call yourself a ninja, you spend more time on fashion then anything else. Real ninja are out there dying for our village while your here playing dress up. Now get ready, because I'm not holding back on you." Cecil said all of this angrily as he jumped back and did the necessary hand signs. "Mud ball." He said as he spit a mud ball at her.
Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 2:34 pm
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For some odd reason Isabelle's past flashed before her mind. A very blurry scene of her spending countless hours throwing kunai and perfecting imperfect hand seals. Pfft, he knew nothing of her struggle. She'd show him. "Mad...or nah?", the playful notion chimed as a lashy wink was sent hurling towards the upset shinobi. The long chain securely strapped to the tiny clutch-styled purse that accompanied her right shoulder jingled lightly as the man prepared his seals."Ew! Mud out of your mouth? You nasty b*****d. There is no way you have a girlfriend with that yucky mouth!", she seriously stated. By gripping the chain with both hands, a powerful swing of the purse sent an unprecedented blast of wind towards the oncoming mud ball. Upon contact with the breaking gust, the mud would immediately dissipate. The immense wind continued its decimation towards Cecil in attempt to overpower his being. The wind goddess's glossy black strands would fly uncontrollably, even Rose would feel the wind's emanate power. Its wide range would prove slightly difficult to totally evade due to its random power and unexpected coverage. If caught, her foe would be sliced in various places.
Without so much as a stance, Belle would form seals and drench the area in a genjutsu. Once received, anyone within close enough proximity would perceive countless Isabelle figures. All smexy as she of course. Each carried her swagger, her beauty and poise so choosing her position would prove unlikely. The blind woman simply felt the air, felt everyone within the area's movements, heartbeats, existence. Nothing escaped the young woman's senses. Nothing. Still in the exact position, the loud genjutsu clones strutted all over the place. Each looking model-like and strutting what their mama gave them. "You said the last guy you sparred with was hospitalized? Care to join'em? Surely he needs company....", Isa's eyes closed and outreached her palm only for a cyan sphere to form. The wind around her continuously updated her on the movements within the air around her. Not a single movement went unnoticed under the surveillance her bloodline provided.
Technique used:Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu (Water Clone Technique) Description: Creates one or multiple identical copies of the original out of water. More similar to Kage Bunshin then a regular Bunshin, water clones are capable of attacking, except each clone is roughly 1/10 the power of the original. The water clone can perform one jutsu that the user also knows once. It must be a water elemental jutsu. One solid hit will destroy the clone. Suikusari no Jutsu (Water Chains Technique) (Clone used) Description: Creates chains made of water and binds the enemy's ankles and wrists to make them more vulnerable and less mobile. The enemy can still perform normally if he is strong enough to move. Suirou no Jutsu (Water Prison Technique) Description: A move used to trap the victim inside a prison of water; it is very difficult to escape. The only downside to this technique is that the user must keep one hand against the prison at all times in order for the victim to remain imprisoned. This is considered one of the strongest water trapping jutsus, simply because it has no inherent duration; the technique can be held indefinitely as long as the user keeps a hand in place, and the prison cannot be escaped or broken from the inside.
"Ha that's genjutsu, it's weak and I see right through it. Not only that but you never left your original position." Cecil then did something different he ran straight through the wind getting the cuts and avoiding some. Then he preformed a hand sign. "Water clone Jutsu." A clone appeared next to him and made a hand sign and used water chains jutsu sending them straight at the real Isabelle. Then the real Cecil ran at Isabelle got into position and made his hand signs. "Water prison jutsu." Isabelle was in the middle of getting a jutsu ready so she would most like have to block the water chains with that jutsu, and besides she wasn't fast enough to just dodge it. She was somewhat slower then him. And when she blocked the chains she would be caught in the prison.
Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 10:33 pm
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Isabelle's eyes widened miraculously as she watched the man's hurtful trudge through the slashing winds. She commended such, seeing as he would take countless slices full on."Omg you're trying toget my hair wet!", a flustered voice moaned at the oncoming chains. Cyan wolves sprang from the angry, rasengan-looking sphere and headed towards the chains. Silverish ,snarling wolves intercepted the aquatic chains; they slashed through most and dug their razor sharp teeth into others to disperse them into a mere puddle. Once the man was upon her the tiny ball had totally dissipated and the hand which held it strung her waist. Wait for it....wait for- Now! A powerful defensive gust forced outward from her being with appalling force. From far away spectators could recognize the small scaled tornado Belle had initiated with quickness. Of course he'd be knocked off guard foiling his water prison almost instantly. Meanwhile the wolves shot in Cecil's direction. While he was at such close range another fling of the chain-linked purse was given his way. Another breaking gust would be sent his general direction. At such a close range the blast would be detrimental. Not only that, the three distinct wolves slashed towards him. One behind, the other in front. The last one was directed above the man's being.
Rose noticed that indeed the technique was getting rather complex. This time the prettied male had to really start working and manipulating his puppet harder. Focusing and narrowing his sharp shaped eyebrows as those hands of his moved briskly to attempt to keep up with the technique that was being shown to him. Rose could only imagine, what a person who would need to do to learn this technique physically. It was getting quite frustrating as the style progressed to a higher stage. Just imaging in him getting muddy. Wet. Dirty. Or sweaty! Such a disgusting thought! Vile even! That a lovely thing such as himself become dirty with sweat from working out. The only time he wishes to get sweaty is if there are a series of lovers within his bedroom in which they soon find out why his nickname is the "Incubus".
"To imagine zou 'ad to do this physically..." Noel said with a little tone of admiration ringing in his feminine voice. Although Rose's fingers weren't tiring out too much, they were beginning to show some form of fatigue as his fingers moved this way and that to get the technique correct; or rather the new stage and their moves. In fact, as he began to train on the stage, he began to believe that he would have to modify the puppet a little to retain the efficiency in performing the techniques within the stage.
As Rose continued practicing he noticed that Cecil's attention went to the decadent beauty that came before them, but not in the same way that Rose brought his attention towards a person that seemed to share his traits of self-worth. His words, admittedly, confused Rose some. If he or rather anyone looked at Rose at anytime, except for of course when he was attacking during the Kiri destruction he is always wearing he finest linen, the most flamboyant and expensive clothing, or things that were simply just beautiful. Even now Rose wore clothing that seemed to demand that he walk upon the runway. Shaping his pretty olive-toned face was those rich, dark brown locks that laid upon his front and covered over his lower back. Each strand like an individual piece of silk that came together and created magnificent assortment of hair. He held no split ends. No ragged or fuzzed look look. It seemed like the prettied male brushed through his hair and trimmed it religiously to get that rich and healthy sheen; even further when the breeze blew through them and the scent of custom oils to keep his hair healthy of peaches and cream would waft from his lithe being.
Rose was further curious as to why, the male chose to give the well developed femme more trouble when her and his fashion sense was quite on the same level. Rose, garbed in eastern silks, wore a stylish shirt that on his right shoulder would be a three-inch strap of cloth gently holding upon his lithe shoulder and exposing his arm. Whilst upon the right half of the expensive fabric, would be something of a native look with how loosely and elegantly covered his left arm down to his forearm to enact as a sleeve. Then upon those wide hips, covering the full derriere and soft thighs was leather pants that had the lower part tucked within formal leather boots that ran up his calves. Rose always dressed to impress, drop jaws, gain alluring eyes, and bring people to wish they had the same amount of beauty as he. Ever since his academy days and on, Rose kept up this attire, and gained respect with how he kept the same look that he started the fight with what he ended the battle with.
By the time the rants between the two started to show hints of possible future physicality, Rose had rather gotten the hang of the new stage but admittedly, he was getting distracted. This time it was of not the thought of being curious about the wonders of the equally alluring creature, but because of the increasing escalation of violence occurring between basically his "teacher" and the femme. From the initial strike that Cecil ate, to him starting to attack, Rose instantly brought back his puppet out of harms way and took steps away until he was a good ten yards away. Personally, Rose didn't see the point of defeating someone if if it wasn't beautiful. If the massacre of the opponent didn't touch one's heart. If a poet did not wish to write about the fantastic victory that was made; or better yet, if Rose leaves the battle unscratched without a follicle of his prepped hair put out of place, then what glory was there to battle? Rose would watch curiously, as would the single eye of the puppet that would swivel within it's skull similar to it's master with his ruby red eyes bouncing to and 'fro. The only time he was deterred from visually seeing the battle was when Noel was caught by the bits of Belle's Genjutsu. The sight was admittedly quite delightful. A multiplicity of delicious bodies strutting like a harem, reminding him of the workers at the "Performance House" when they openly change. "Zou tease madam..." Rose said after a little giggle as it wasn't too difficult to tell they were mere illusions. Those ruby eyes weren't there for just enchanting another after all, and with a flare of his chakra to break the technique from influencing his mind, he would proceed to watch along side his puppet. Quite surprised that, should Cecil be right that this femme was indeed just a Genin, that she was seemingly holding her own quite well against him. If not putting him on the defensive some!
Technique used:Raiton: Raiton no Yoroi (Lightning Release: Lightning Armor) Description:The user wraps their body in a layer of lightning chakra that, instead of being used offensively, is used to electrically stimulate the user's nervous system. The technique speeds up neural synapses to react faster, and to push physical prowess to the absolute limit, allowing for tremendous raw speed. Adds +1/+1 to strength and speed as well as the effects of direct Raiton contact. Chidori This technique channels a large amount of lightning chakra to the user's hand. The amount of chakra is so great that it becomes visible. The high concentration of electricity produces a sound reminiscent of many birds chirping, hence the name. Once the technique is completed, the user charges forward and thrusts the Chidori into the target, increasing their speed for the duration of this attack by 1. This produces heavy amounts of damage that is usually fatal. This technique is classified as an assassination technique because of the speed at which it is performed, despite the loud noise it produces. (Lighting Jutsu powered up 2 ranks to SS Bloodline+Clan)
"No more holding back." Cecil didn't need a hand sign for this one and so he activated his lighting armor. Then he made hand signs and activated his best technique. "Chidori" The sounds of birds could be heard chirping as lighting chakra became visible in his hand got. Isabelle was so focused on him that she forgot the clone which launched an attack at her. She could maybe dodge or block but that wouldn't matter when he went at her. With his speed, Cecil bypassed the wolfs went straight through the wind cutting it open and destroying it. He then went straight at Isabelle. There was no way she could dodge at all, he was going way to fast. And if she tried to block any technique she used would be destroyed. She might be able to sense him coming but there was no way she could dodge and she would barely have time to dodge. She would have time for one jutsu before he connected.
As the oxygen sparked, a breaking signal chimed loudly in the girl's mind. The blank hazel hues widened further as she realized such a powerful technique was initiated. FORTUNATELY for the unmatched beauty, anything above ground was felt by her. Each movement, each heartbeat, the emerald blades swaying in her wind. A screaming chirp bit her tiny eardrums; the very sound and body which carried such a devastating lightning technique crushed the space between them. At such a point blank range, a mere maneuver would prove the only possible escape from taking the full blow. s**t was getting too real, was this man trying to kill her? Who cared, Belle couldn't back down. There was something to prove to this man, pretty hurts anyway right?
By shift her weight on the tall heels, she moved her shoulder in the way of his lightning technique. A deep gasp was given to such a blow. The lightning seemed to die down as the technique connected, the crimson blood dripped from her shoulder. Blank eyes glared towards Cecil, almost as if he had done something wrong. The once flowing black hair was now stringy from the sweat that tippped each strand. Ugh, ew. A deathly silence followed. Silence. Then something unexpected happened; the cells in the area reproduced uncontrollably, repairing her top half and closing the wound nigh instantaneously. See what no one, including its host, knew was that Isabelle was nearly indestructible save for that one spot that held her life. Belle took a short note of this to research later but for now it was irrelevant. Bigger fish to fry. Another deep breath was sucked in only to be blown directly into her foe's face. A mighty gust would spew from her now chapped lips, which she took note of, cutting characteristics held in the strapping gust. Cecil would not only be blown back, but quite gashed up from the point-blank range and potency of such a random technique. The stylish mesh half-jacket she wore was blown from her tight body revealing the black halter top beneath. The blood's stain was lost in the dark top, only at close range could you see the small dent in color. Now with her cleavage out she went from a runway model, to a Victoria secret model. The fierce eyes could have been caught in a camera flash, Isabelle always held her untrained beautiful flow no matter the situation.
Rank:Genin Chakra: 85+16(8*2 due to passive dragconic chakra regeneration)=101/130 Speed: Four Strength Three Technique Used: Passive Healing Due to Indirect hit to Core Dragon Breathing
(Well I believe that settles it, faster speed really is nice. Plus the clone doing his thing. Any objections?)
Cecil Raiken
Kirigakure
Chuunin
Clan:Raiken
Bloodline:Ranton
Chakra:171/255
Speed:5+1 / Strength:4+1
Technique used:Suirou no Jutsu (Water Prison Technique) Description: A move used to trap the victim inside a prison of water; it is very difficult to escape. The only downside to this technique is that the user must keep one hand against the prison at all times in order for the victim to remain imprisoned. This is considered one of the strongest water trapping jutsus, simply because it has no inherent duration; the technique can be held indefinitely as long as the user keeps a hand in place, and the prison cannot be escaped or broken from the inside.
He smiled as the clone grabbed Isabelle head so that the wind now hit the clone and went his direction, the clone then fell into water. Cecil then used only one hand to use do his hand sign. He moved faster then her so he was able to use this before she even blew her wind but the clone made sure that she blew her wind in the wrong direction anyway "Water prison Jutsu." It didn't matter anymore, he was still faster then her and he now was so close she couldn't move fast enough. The prison went around her.
By rubbing her thumb on her index finger she noticed something. Something so evil that she'd cry. Something so dark and sinister that even proving this man wrong wasn't worth facing this feat. With blistering force Isabelle shot into the air at such a blinding speed, her movement seemed a blur in time. Luckily, the prison had yet completely overwhelm her body. Now thirty feet above ground she stabilized her body and continued levitation."OMG! I broke a ******** nail!", tears streamed from the broken eyes she owned. "Look what you did!", the pointed index finger was to show Cecil his evil deed. Yes he had chipped the white trimming on her perfect polish. The girl's entire persona and motive had suddenly transformed. Sill mid-air, she pouted. "I don't care if you think I'm weak anymore ******** you! You never even asked my name before you started going berserk on me. Isa is the name. Short for Isabelle....a*****e", the last word was snuck in via whisper.
Rank:Genin Chakra: 85+16(8*2 due to passive dragconic chakra regeneration)=101/130 Speed: Four Strength Three Technique Used: Passive Healing Due to Indirect hit to Core Dragon Breathing
Cecil sighed and looked up. "This match is done, I think it's clear your not as weak as you look. Besides I refuse to spar with someone when they have regeneration ability's. Because more then likely they have a weak spot and if I were to hit there weak spot on accident, it would most likely kill them. I admit you were a challenge, but that's only because wind is my weakness. If you had any other element, I would of completely crushed you. When you go around dressed like that, people are naturally going to assume your weak. I still think you care too much about your appearance but you seem to be able to balance it with being a ninja so do what you like. As for names, mine's Cecil. Isabelle hmm, I'll remember that name." Cecil said as he walked away towards Rose he created a water clone. "Alright this clone will teach you the other two stages, when you have learned them, give the money to the clone. he will get it to me." He then left while the clone got into the third stance which was way more difficult then the second.
Rose was admittedly impressed by the attack abilities from both. Cecil, seemed to have quite a bit of high leveled Ninjutsu and speed. While Isabelle seemed to have singular strength in the Fuuton jutsus. Admittedly, Rose never understood the concept of fighting or sparring people of the same village. Probably, because many of his attacks were based on killing an opponent. That, and unless they were in a squad and are sparring to gain an understanding of each other's abilities so that they may cover the strengths and weaknesses, sparring to him seemed like wasted energy. But as they say... To Each their own.
Rose would simply nod to Cecil as he left a clone for him to learn from. Taking a quick breath and beginning in concentrating once more, Rose would bring his puppet to movement once again and start with it's mimicry of the higher levels of the "Mist Fighting" style. As he continued to learn, Rose felt that his puppet was beginning to be obsolete. Not that anything was wrong with his design, but simply learning these series of techniques from Cecil was letting him know that there was certain things that his puppet would need to have for it to effectively manipulate the techniques and the stages. Maybe, putting a couple of holes in the soles of the feet to redirect his chakra to the puppet and bring about a boost in it's speed. Or maybe, even some form of propulsion, in which it would create an attack as well as a defense! It definitely, brought Rose's mind to be thinking. As rose's fingers continued to weave and bring life to his puppet his mind continued to wander in what else he should make? His puppetry was a glorious work of art, but like any artist after one project is done another must be made! So far he had one masterpiece, another masterpiece in creation, and he felt like he could manipulate a few more things if he put his mind to it. Maybe, even create a weapon-version of this puppet! It definitely, was an interesting thought to say the least.
Soon Rose's puppet manipulation was looking smoother. Mimicking, if not just about mirroring every move Cecil made with just a small delay between each move transition. Rose then wondered, if the village attempting to bring back life to and power to the once renown village, would they go into squads? Sure, one person could go and do missions but there always is a problem when it comes to them returning... alive. He didn't know if it was this thought that they were epic or not, but going on their lonesome in a shinobi world where you might fight a higher ranked and possibly stronger opponent is very problematic. Specifically when, if you had a partner or two, you may be able to defeat them. Then again, once they die, he could always just take up their corpse and add it to his collection! He's heard of the dark art of bringing flesh to puppetry. Such a thought intrigued him, and he had a theory of how to do so but his schematic plans required him to have higher knowledge in the medical field and a bit more experience as a puppeteer. Only then, he thinks, would he be able to master the style of human puppetry.
Re-focusing solely on what Cecil was doing, Rose noticed that he was now starting to mimic him rather successfully. Able to match his match his moves with a fraction of a second difference. Giving Rose the confidence, or at least he felt, to learn the next stage. Massaging his hand a little, getting a bit cramped from all of the action Rose spoke up, "Ready for le last stage." Rose spoke up to the clone, switching hands that were manipulating his puppet and preparing for what the fourth stage had in store for him.
