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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 3:38 am
“Double backflip, into a sprint via water walking technique, how much you want to bet?”
Their destination from the Shinobi Academy, where the majority of the young warriors would learn their first steps, to Hidden Volcano was a relaxing trip. Nowadays, getting a relaxing trip was rare but if one didn’t have a care in the world and stayed out of trouble, he or she could get them every now and then. On the other hand, if trouble came to Marasol and Jet Kazama that was a different story but their ride to Hidden Volcano was a peaceful and funny one. Within less than five minutes of their destination to Hidden Volcano beginning, the two of them looked into the distance towards where other villages were; other clans, techniques, organizations for good or evil, etc. While Marasol’s eyes were focused on the horizon, she kept seeing Jet switch between looking in the distance, along with the water below as well. It wasn’t the normal glance back and forth either; Hades was planning something. The sound of a sigh could be heard from her exhale as she thought “What are you up to now Jet?”. And then almost as if Jet Kazama had training from a telepath and developed telepath, he leaned his head slightly towards her without making contact and placed a wager. Was he just that bored that he thought it would be funny to look into the mirror and see his clear face with a few bruises from the water after failing so hard? Or was it his overconfidence taking over again? The fact that Jet knew that he was good he decided to do a bit of showboating to let others know how good he was? Whatever sparked the reason for Jet Kazama to do something so stylish, in the condition he was in would have been…interesting to see but she wouldn’t encourage it. “I’m not betting. After the a** whooping I gave you at the Shinobi Academy, you wouldn’t even be able to pull off one.” She teased. “It would be too easy for me to win.”
But that seemed to have incited Jet to do it anyway, and after a few moments of thinking about it, Marasol came to that conclusion. She had declined betting against him but in the process invited him to bet against one; at least imply. Marasol quickly turned her head towards Jet, as if to say “Wait a second…” but when she did, he was gone. The only evidence was a cry of excitement as she saw Jet pull off one…two back flips in a row; form was a bit sloppy but nonetheless he pulled it off. “Crazy b*****d…” the captain murmured, not paying attention to what was going on between the two, even though the vision of two back flips from the Asura would have been nice to see. She was impressed, that he had enough energy to pull off such a feat even after their sparring. If Marasol had knew Jet Kazama had this much fuel in the tank, then maybe she would have increased the time they would spar. Perhaps make the review more difficult, such as testing out his magma dragon jutsu technique? Or better yet, put on a show for the students and see how far Jet Kazama’s clothes can stand up to magma. Of course that would be too much trouble: costs in damages, arguments, injuries, stuff that Marasol was just fine without. But Jet wasn’t fine without Marasol in this situation, when his chakra pool didn’t have enough in the tank to fully allow him to travel on water. The water walking technique didn’t work in Jet’s favor one hundred percent. As a result he started to lose his balance, like one would after tripping on a stick during a run. He had enough energy in the tank to pull of three more steps, which were vertically on the side on the ship before he performed a leap of faith to grab the edge of the ship. Luckily Marasol was there to quickly extend her arm and slowly but surely pull him up to the boat again. If she wasn’t there, the odds were that the captain was going to have to make a quick stop and throw out the good old lifesaver. Looking down at Jet, who was trying to catch his breath on the floor, she waited to see what he would say; some sort of excuse that would save his behind. “I could have did it with one…but I think I’m going to lay it off right now, and thanks.”
Sometime after Jet had went to sleep, Marasol did the same. The day wasn’t over but their bodies were in the condition like they were performing all day. It was a good sign that Marasol and Jet had a good session together. Going downstairs into her quarters, she slipped out of her attire and into her underwear to take a nap. Hidden Volcano wasn’t going to show for a while so it was almost like a night’s worth of rest for them. When they arrived, Marasol was back on top on the boat with her gear back on, hearing Jet mention the wonderful features that Hidden Volcano had to offer. It may have been harsh for the average joe yes, but it wasn’t like it was paradise for the other clans. This applied especially the ones that had been taken over, such as Hidden Aviation. Of course the two of them didn’t know that yet, but word would eventually get around soon enough. It would be that or the two would find out on their own. Stepping foot onto the village, letting the warmth sooth her body Marasol looked over to Jet to let him know where they would go from here. “I’ll be at the house. If you’re not coming with me, let me know where you’re going to be.” She told him. She didn’t even have to mention letting her know he was going to another village; Jet wasn’t that stupid. Performance wise he still had a ways to go, Asura or not. And he was 15 and staying with Marasol, so she laid down the law like anyone letting someone stay over would.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 8:00 pm
Adell Terumi, THE GREATEST NINJA IN THE WORLD, wanna-be...  Adell had spent hours training, concentrating on mastering the use of the various gase techniques.He kept the mask on, even though they were his own technique. There was, after all, just as much chance that he could fall to the gases as himself. He had left the training facility and was intending to figure his next move. Should he go check inside the volcano. He'd need to gain a special suit to deal with it. But he would need to figure out where to get one. He headed down from the top of the volcano towards the village entrance. Just as he was approaching, he could see in the distance a boat was quickly approaching the docks nearest Hidden Volcano. He smiled lightly. Maybe there was a chance he could go find and meet the new visitors. He exited the gates, raising his gas mask off of his face and putting it in his bag before exiting the gates. Looking down from the volcano. Glancing to the side he noticed a longer path that would lead down from the place. It was a path that he had missed from below. His lack of attention had been the reason why he worked so much to get up the side of the volcano. He sighed. Well, he may as well take the easy way down. Like that, rather then taking the path, he rushed down the side of the volcano. His speed increased exponentially as gravity aided him. Of course this path had it's disadvantages as he could easily trip and tumble, possibly to his death. He managed to keep his balance, if barely. He nearly stumbled a few times, as he quickly approached the bottom. As he reached it, he stumbled hard, and went rolling across the ground below. rolling like he was, he was quickly approaching the docks in comical fashion. 34496 SP/chakra Spendable skill points: 146 ((In hidden volcano)) Sticky Gas: 800/800 Magma Walking: 0/600 Magma Spit: 0/700 Magma Rising: 0/1000 Magma Clone: 0/700 Magma Dragon Jutsu: 0/800 Healing Vapors: 0/900
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 6:39 pm
Name: Jet Kazama
Codename: Hades
CP: 11000/11000
Level: Genin
Asura: Dormant
Words:4657-4200=457+1290=1747 words Jet made his way out of the first class V.I.P boat, that would have taken the average boat a few more hours or so. He took a hand out of his pocket and gave a friendly pat on the shoulder of their captain, giving his thanks for the ride. Marasol also gave her thanks to the Captain. He gave a friendly nod to the boy and engaged in small talk with Marasol before they stepped foot on the land of Hidden Volcano. It was the place where Jet’s new life began when he fell straight from the heavens to one of their volcanoes nearby. He placed both of his hands on his head before interlacing them, watching a few of the people who lived here enjoy their regular day; from bringing groceries to their home to small talk with friends. “Hmm…what to do.” He pondered, as he was wondering if Marasol was thinking the same thing. Their day had been over; well, to put more clearly their only task was to go to the Academy and see if Jet could put what Marasol taught him to good use. Now, if Jet Kazama wanted he could slack off and relax near one of the scorching volcanoes or lay in a pool of magma as if it was a Jacuzzi at the local gym.
He exhaled in embarrassment when Marasol told him to give her information as to where she was going to be; that is, if Jet wasn’t going to the house. It was understandable since Marasol’s pad was the only roof over his head, and because it was her house, then Jet would have to abide by them. But did she have to play mommy when she told him that? He was fifteen, old enough to have an interest in the opposite sex and to rebel against anyone older than him by 10 years or so. But that was younger than Marasol, who was 21, so in terms of age Jet practically was the kid. “I’ll be around Hidden Volcano; probably hang out with some friends of mine.” Jet replied. That was unless something came up, like a sudden adventure into fire territory, or any adventure that involved stepping outside of Hidden Volcano. Jet may have had to submit to Marasol’s rules but at least he didn’t have a curfew, unlike some of his friends. But what they did have was style, and not looking like an idiot who did not listen when they were a baby when it came to walking.
Jet’s eyes just happen to notice a boy, probably around his age bracket tumble; yes tumble, not walking all the way down to the location of the docks. The color of the boy’s hair could have implied that he was here, with it being a dark red color and all. Then again that would not be a good hypothesis on Jet Kazama’s part. If Jet had saw the events prior to the rolling man, a good, hearty laugh would have escaped from his voicebox. Jet just had a curious look on his features as he watched the human boulder get closer and closer. Kazama had made sure to get out of range and avoided ended up becoming a pancake breakfast. He had contemplated trying to stop his momentum but he was like the juggernaut at this point; well, sort of. Maybe if Jet had a jutsu that would stop him in his tracks he would do so. For now he would wait and see if he would end up in the water, where hopefully he can swim at least, or if he would complete his epic fail another way and hit a blunt object on the way. Whatever the result was, Jet felt like he should bottle his laughs until later and check on the guy. “Hey…you aint too badly hurt are you?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 7:50 pm
Adell Terumi, THE GREATEST NINJA IN THE WORLD, wanna-be... As Adell rolled without stopping, all the way towards the docks, he could only see everything around him in relatively short glimpses. The boat had reached the docks of hidden volcano. Adell could make out three people stepping off the ramp of the boat. There were other people near the bottom of the volcano, likely those whom dealt with merchantry and transport. However, Adell didn't have much time to think about this, due to his rolling. He could see the people as their eyes were quickly drawn to him as he moved towards, past, and away from them. Some people were forced to quickly move out of the way, avoiding becoming a victim to an impact. He seemed he as well, had caught the attention of the people exiting the boat of the docks. They, like the others, it seemed, removed themselves from the path of the rolling boy. He rolled past them and down the docks, unto the ramp of the ship, and actually flew up, just above the boat. He sailed through the air, waving his arms in a panicked manner, before hitting the water below. The liquid sprayed out in all directions. It took a almost a whole minute, worrying onlookers, but slowly he surfaced. He coughed a bit, spraying water out from his mouth. He then took a deep breathe and opened his now closed eyes. He looked around for a moment, before swimming towards the docks again, breathing heavily from all the excitement. He looked up, as the boy he had passed called out to him, “Hey… you ain't too badly hurt are you?" Adell smilled to him as he approached the docks, responding to him, "Yeah, I am fine. I just sort of tripped on my way down here. He moved to climb up onto the dock, pulling himself from the water. His clothes and hair dripped heavily." He held a confident smile, despite what happened as he looked to the boy, who had to and the woman beside him.((2x)) 35168 SP/chakra Spendable skill points: 78 ((In hidden volcano)) Magma Walking: 600/600 Magma Spit: 78/700 Magma Rising: 0/1000 Magma Clone: 0/700 Magma Dragon Jutsu: 0/800 Healing Vapors: 0/900
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:38 pm
Name: Jet Kazama
Codename: Hades
CP: 11000/11000
Level: Genin
Asura: Dormant
Words: 1747+1250=3097
The boy’s fate would be left up to the cold depths of the water around hidden Volcano. Many people who were around Jet Kazama had the same mentality and train of thought that he possessed. They had moved out of the way in order to avoid becoming flattened like a pancake from their local pancake house in Hidden Volcano. Those who were on other ships that were either exiting from the docks or entering Hidden Volcano did the same. Jet’s head moved almost like a rainbow as he saw the boy ascend high above and watched as he had hit the water and went down a few feet or so. No doubt that at the height the boy had traveled in the air the water’s durability would have turned into that of hitting a carpet floor, or a concrete floor. Jet Kazama had turned his head, his eyelids protecting his eyes from the fail he otherwise would have witnessed. Once the kid was underwater Jet Kazama had looked near the waters of the docks of hidden volcano to see if the kid knew how to swim. The presence of water bubbles when the body of the clumsy kid indicated that there was still some form of life beating in the body of the stranger. Jet Kazama’s ears had picked up conversations from nearby people of Hidden Volcano, questioning the fate of the boy; was there still hope for him or would he perish instead? It took one minute almost exact to answer the question.
Fortunately for Jet Kazama, Marasol was certain that the lungs inside of the boy’s body were still conserving the oxygen that he had obtained before hitting the water. She had assured Jet that he was okay; clumsy and foolish, but he would be fine. And almost as if she had a way of seeing into the future, she was right! The boy came up to the surface in a fashion anyone would have been in when they were in the water for almost a minute. “At least he can swim…” Marasol spoke with relief. Both Jet Kazama and Marasol watched as the boy traveled through the water in a freestyle swimming motion towards the docks once again. The two of them walked over to the boy around the time that he had gotten out of the water and back onto the warm surface that was hidden volcano. If the boy couldn’t get a fresh pair of clothes, then perhaps the heat around the boy would cool him off. If he was a member of Susaku of Hidden Volcano, then a quick dip into a non-volatile volcano would do the trick. It would be the opposite of someone jumping into a large body of water while being on fire. The kid proved to be resilient when he revealed to Jet kazama and Marasol that he was okay; no signs of trauma or mental scarring anywhere from the kid.. The others around him were glad that he was okay as well. Maybe the water saved his dignity after all, for if he hit a barrel or someone else in the process he would have gotten a few laughs. Then, a punch in the eye, or groin depending on the person he would land on. “You know…” Jet began, as he looked down towards the boy’s shoes, indicating perhaps what his next part of his sentence might be. “They have a water walking technique where you can stand of the surface of the water. It would have saved you some stamina and kept you away from drying out your clothes…Then again you probably would have had to be aware of your situation and flip in mid air to have your feet below the water.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:58 pm
Marasol heard the sign of embarrassment that left the mouth of Jet Kazama when she requested his location if she wasn’t assisting him back home. She felt his pain and embarrassment, for she too was fifteen once. On the flip side she was living with him, and the mysterious woman that Jet Kazama was noticed by left him in the care of Marasol. That meant she had to keep him safe for the time being, for Kazama wasn’t exactly strong enough yet to face the dangers that waited outside of the world. That was of course, if Jet Kazama was a regular Genin, a novice ninja with dreams of becoming the kage of their country and to give peace and prosperity to their people for years to come. Jet Kazama was an Asura, and most likely the last member of his race. He could take care of himself fine but what would happen likely would be that in situations where retreating was the answer of avoiding contact, Jet Kazama would think with his fists and martial arts rather than with his tissue inside of his cranium called a brain. Marasol gave a nod of approval when Jet Kazama explained that he was just going to hang out with some friends of his. In Marasol’s eyes he could even go to Hidden Flame, for at least they were around here. Hidden flame was close to the border of where they were at right now, which was Hidden Volcano. At least if Jet Kazama went into hidden flame territory it would be easier to locate him versus if he went to an entire new body of land. Or may the higher powers forbid, if he found the gateway to the other worlds. Jet Kazama had enough bad luck on this world and he didn’t need bad luck in the world that wasn’t this one.
But her attention shifted from the Asura to the boy that didn’t know how to walk down a volcano, much less run down one. Like everyone else in the zone, Marasol had watched the boy trample down the volcano, avoiding everyone that was around him. She as well positioned herself out of the way for she didn’t want to be caught in the ranger of the human boulder. Or worse, end up with the boy on top of her. That bad luck was reserved for Jet Kazama. “What in the…” she wondered as she looked from the source that he came done from. Was it an attack from an enemy; perhaps pirates that wanted to get some materials from the docks to get for their pirate ship where they can soar the seas more comfortably. Or perhaps an attack from a rogue group of ninjas who didn’t have anything else to do and decided that attacking hidden volcano was the next best thing to do. If that was the case, then Marasol would make sure that they wouldn’t not leave disappointed, or in one piece. But Marasol didn’t see any sort of danger or what indicated as a threat. The boy was just…stupid, or clumsy, or just missed a step down the volcano. Then again if that were the case the techniques from the Academy of Shinobi would have played well in this situation. The boy remained in the seas for a while, almost a minute where Jet had a look of concern, along with everyone that was watching around him. “He’s fine..” she spoke quietly. The air bubbles indicated that already but when she meant that he was okay she meant that he would be good to go; back in action as soon as he would reach the surface. And her hypothesis was correct when the boy managed to get out of the water with no sign of danger anywhere. All that was showing was just a resilient attitude and wet clothes. After Jet was assured once more that he was okay, he reminded him of the water walking technique, in a somewhat harsh way. “Yes, then again not everyone can land on their feet like a feline.” She returned hastily to Jet with no delay.words=689x2=1378+3097=4475
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:00 am
Adell Terumi, THE GREATEST NINJA IN THE WORLD, wanna-be... As the woman had predicted, Adell reached the surface of the water perfectly fine. He had gotten to the dock, and climbed his way up. He crawled onto the wooden surface, and looked to Jet and Marasol, laughing a bit at himself. He heard Jet say, “Yes, then again not everyone can land on their feet like a feline.” He raised his head to them as he stood up, waving it slightly. "Welcome, fellow visitors. Come to Hidden volcano to learn some techniques as well?" One couldn't call Adell the brightest bulb. He was good at fighting, and little else, at least mentally. He hadn't even considered the idea that either of them could be native to the area. He approached them. "I am Adell Terumi, the soon to be, Greatest Ninja in The World." He said, raising his hand in the peace sign. "So, who are you guys?" Of course he wasn't native to this place, though given his genes, and those of his clan, he may as well be, as he clan shares a kekei genkai with the Suzuka clan and has a kekkei genkai very similar to the Doku clan. His clan would be fairly famous due to one of his clan members being the Mizukage in the past. Adell had been drawn to these two in paticular, because they seemed strong. Whom better to learn and train with then them. 35403 SP/chakra Spendable skill points: 313 ((In hidden volcano)) Magma Spit: 313/700 Magma Rising: 0/1000 Magma Clone: 0/700 Magma Dragon Jutsu: 0/800 Healing Vapors: 0/900
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 3:25 pm
This kid definitely had resilience alright, giving Jet Kazama and Marasol a warm welcome. But it could have been mentioned that in the intelligence department he could have placed more focus there. Then again Jet Kazama and Marasol had just got here from the docks, so from the view point of Adell, it would make sense that they were visitors. "Actually we live here." Marasol corrected, seeing the mistake and realizing how it could come to surface. "We just came back from the Shinobi Academy." Between Jet Kazama and Marasol, one of them was going to break the ice further and introduce themselves. However the redhead boy took it upon himself to beat them to it and reveal his name. A small smile formed on Jet's facial structure, hiding the small laugh that was behind it. Greatest Ninja in the world? That was a big dream and one had to know how to go down a volcano surely to be placed in that category. Then again at least he said soon to be, so it was implied that if he reached such a status, such errors would be non existent.
"You can call me Marasol."
"Jet Kazama, nice to meet you Adell." the Asura added. If it wasn't for the mysterious woman who had found Jet, somehow know his identity, then he would have been at a loss when Adell asked for it. It was a good thing she told Marasol his name as well, but that's all she revealed for now. "Are you from here as well? I haven't been here long. And were you working on some techniques before you got here?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:14 pm
Hidden Fragment: Net Slum Home of GeininX   xxxAs the sun shone down through a cluster of clouds, GeininX lay on his behind on the ground. He seems to have one eye shut and a hand over the area between his chest and stomach. He opens both eyes when noticing the stance of the female that aimed to harm him, and manages to keel on one knee. He freezes, glancing off to his side a little, and then looks back at his opponent for the time being. “Well that isn’t gonna help me very much,” GeininX complains in a whisper. He remains in his crouched position as he begins to prepare a counterattack on his opponent. The first thing he would do, performing this task in a way different to many users, is to summon a Guardian to help him out a little. More than likely to give him more room to take moments to come up with battle plans. He raises his free hand, removing his other hand from where it once was, and waits for a golden figure to materialize. Seeming to be two globs that were pulling apart from each other to reveal an odd ring item between it, the creature takes on a color more suited to GeininX; a sort of neon turquoise.
As the female dashes forward to attack him, the Guardian would lash out at her with gooey tentacles. In the meantime, GeininX would seem to lower his raised hand to his face and then swipe it out to his side. As the earth around him seems to rumble, the female would no doubt continue her descend towards him. Despite that, he remained where he was, not moving more than is arms. The earth would finally surge upward, tearing from the area it laid in in small clumps and sailing towards the Morgana’s attacker. A few pieces would seem to miss the female horribly, while others seemed to target her precisely. GeininX, having no time to act if this attack also failed, can really only manage to finally stand up, Fumoffu’s little purple back on the ground behind him.
As all of that occurred, Randal would find himself in a location separate from everyone else; a place fairly high off of the ground that gave him a good view of the fighting. He rubs his face nervously with the back of his hands before realizing he shouldn’t be able to freely do that. He sniffs a little and turns about atop a stone structure until looking over in GeininX’s direction. He would catch sight of Fumoffu lying unconscious behind GeininX who seemed to have summoned some sort of creature to aid him in the fight. Randal grows frantic and readies to go and fetch Fumoffu when his fatigue sets in again, remembering that he didn’t have much strength to do anything. So he would just have to sit and watch, since GeininX seemed to be conscious of the small pig behind him. As the fight progresses, GeininX and Fumoffu seem to be concealed from view by rising debris. Once the debris is launched forward and GeininX gets to his feet, Randal can’t see the Fumoffu anymore, just the critters pouch. Where had he gone? Randal just sits like a dog on the rock, remaining stationary in an attempt to quickly restore his energy. This situation didn’t seem to bode well for the young Morgana. Words = ??? / 2 [??? each]
GeininX [Morgana] {Word Count::--/Chakra Surge::15,200}
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Hidden Fragment
~ Data Drain*2
~ Gate Hacking*2
~ Summon Guardian: 1400 Skill Points
~ MeGan Rom: 600 Skill Points [used twice/used once to miss Kawari, used again to attack Kawari]
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Randal [Betori] {Word Count::--/Chakra Surge::30,150}
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 5:12 pm
Saya Avid [Greek] and Ryuu Ensei [Persian] FREE KILL AND FREE BONUS KILL! New members get a whack at us first. When we are posted for again with no response, Chuunin level and lower can come after us. After that anyone can kill us. ---------------------------------- Grimace: Saya Avid of the Greek clan needs to be killed because she bores me and I can play with her better as an npc than as an rpc. Would prefer the body to be harmed as little as possible and her be killed from internal wounds, but meh. Hm. A Greek being poisoned? Now that'd be funny. I would like Ryuu's body intact so I can have an rpc funeral or something and I am thinking about bringing him back at some point Hidden Mythology: Inner Area of Mythology    After a quiet boat ride, Hayai decided to tell Kel of Hidden Passion to scram, in so many words. Now, with her confused about how that man managed to get away from her alive, Hayai wanders about Hidden Mythology. Here she could just sit and think and no one would bother her. So long as she didn’t do anything inappropriate, they wouldn’t even give her the time of day. “Stupid girl,” Hayai hears someone sigh into her head and growls under her breath. She ignores her demon, just trying to mess with her over the thing in Passion and about her fighting someone to the death to keep the Ten Tailed Demon. She would get to the fighting thing. And she’d rather not talk to the stupid monkey, as he appeared to her since he thought she was too simple to understand his true form, about Hidden Passion. So she just makes do with watching the marching of the people of Hidden Mythology around their village. One person in particular catches her gaze. Sitting atop a stone pillar and seeming to talk to a tiny fox. Another person that kept getting her attention but wasn’t interesting was some Persian looking youth firing off arrows at targets.
“Saya, who is that female there?” The female atop the pillar looks over at Hayai who is currently looking over at someone else. “She seems to be looking at the Persian prince, Ryuu Ensei, awfully contently.” Saya wanted to tell the fox that it wasn’t Ryuu that caught her eyes but Saya. She didn’t simply because she knew he was only trying to get her to question him. He would then respond telling her he was aware that the woman was staring at her but for her to notice was very conceited. It would be playful, but she wasn’t one for playing games. “In case she turns out to be someone to worry about, I’ll keep my eyes on her. You just focus on napping like you were going to.” Saya groans as the fox wiggles its tail before letting it fall to rest on Saya’s lap, his head close beside it as he lays on her lap twisted in a ball. Words = 368
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:32 pm
Adell Terumi, THE GREATEST NINJA IN THE WORLD, wanna-be... Adell looked to Marasol as she answered him, letting him know, "Actually we live here." Adell's nervously laughed as he scratched the back of his head. "I see. Well, that's even better actually." He waited as the woman commented, "We just came back from the Shinobi Academy." Adell's eyes widened with an o forming on his mouth. "I see. I only got out of the academy a matter of weeks ago." He saw the boy smile to him, given Adell's question. He seemed to be shaking. Was he cold...or was something funny? "You can call me Marasol." He looked up to the woman as she answered and smiled to her, and then to Jet, as he told Adell, "Jet Kazama, nice to meet you Adell." Adell looked between them both and said, in response to their greeting. "It is good to meet the both of you, Marasol, Jet." Adell raised an eyebrow then, at Jet's question, "Are you from here as well? I haven't been here long. And were you working on some techniques before you got here?" Adell quickly shook his head. he was surprised at his lack of knowledge, given his family's relative fame. Then again...it wasn't like he was perfectly familiar with the leaders, past and present of the other villages. "No, I am a Terumi. One of my relatives was a recent Mizukage. My family comes from the mist. I came here to learn the lava style techniques that the Suzuka clan developed." He stepped past them and turned back. "Would either of you happen to know the Suzuka clan at all?" It would make sense if they did, after all, they did live there. Of course, if he was going to learn directly from the Suzuka's in the volcano, he might need some kind of protection against the heat. The Suzuka clan, of course, had a great resistance to heat and fire. Adell, unfortunately, lacked such an advantage. 35726 SP/chakra Spendable skill points: 313 ((In hidden volcano)) Magma Spit: 636/700 Magma Rising: 0/1000 Magma Clone: 0/700 Magma Dragon Jutsu: 0/800 Healing Vapors: 0/900
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 3:14 pm
Hidden Creature: Makeshift Camp in Dense Forest Area   The loud crackle of the small fire in between figures seems to prompt one of them to speak. "Seems like all we do is sit around fires and cook food..." a boy with short blond hair complains.
"...And like all the other times, Scion and I decide to get fast food instead," a boy with the same blond colored hair, only long and flowing down his back, adds in to finish the others statement. Scion and Lucifer Howard of Hidden Alchemy, obvious by their looks and the way that they finish one anothers sentences, seem to be sitting side by side with matching brown paper bags in their laps. Across from them around the fire are another set of twins. They're female and look exactly alike. However, closer observation shows small differences in both their clothing and their features but not their faces that are hidden behind white linen masks.
"What else is there to do, Scion... Lucifer?" The two females seems to speak at the exact same time. There isn't a point where they speak and seem to echo one another. Their timing is perfect, making it seem like one individual speaking. "We travel around with no real ambitions. We do not interact with people that we see around and stick to keeping to one another."
"I just feel like... I feel like we did things before we suddenly found ourselves together that day. Like before we woke out of our sleep to see one another staring each other down, we did things." Lucifer, the long haired twin, looks at his twin Scion. He seemed to be listening to the Howard rather than finishing his thought. This feeling seemed to be the one thing that the two shared but explained differently.
"I just feel like I'm forgetting something," Lucifer finally says when his brother falls silent. The two girl's sitting across from them shrug and just continue cooking their meal. Lucifer seems to begin chatting with the female's again, as Scion's mind drifts off as he gazes into the fire before him.
"Waijen... Waijen?" A small boy cries. His tiny legs rise and fall, carrying him through the thick cover of trees. Rain continues pouring down and drips through the parts in the tree branches above. The boy ignores the scratches he receives from running through the overgrown bush limbs as he runs deeper and deeper into the forestry. "Waijen... he's... Waijen!" The boy stumbles over a rock and crashes roughly to the ground. The boy's wounds hurt so badly, though they weren't from his cuts and scrapes, falling, or his missing left arm. It was the pain in his heart and mind that hurt him most. A small black wolf pup approaches the boy from within a bush a few yards away. He licks the boy's cheek as teardrops fall from his eyes and try to touch the ground. “Lucifer’s dead. They took him away and killed him! …I don’t want to live without my brother…” The boy cries harder, crying out now and then, before he looks up and into the small wolf’s eyes. Suddenly his body seems light as air and his mind clear. Of course, this was nothing to fret over. He would just do as he had learned. He would perform a human transmutation in order to restore Lucifer.
Scion continues to gaze at the fire even as everyone else has begun to eat their meal. Lucifer watches Scion but doesn't try to get him to snap out of his trance. Scion had been acting strangely lately, and it reminded Lucifer of the times when Scion remembered the past. In which case, he would rather not just snap the teen out. He would wait. Scion would return to normal again at some point. It was just one of those times. The sounds of the song of the wild echo through the area as their fire lights the small section of the jungle of Hidden Creature they set up camp at. Notes::
RPC = Scion & Lucifer Howard; Frey & Freya Kon
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Last Post = Hidden Alchemy (Pp. 34, P. 6)
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Words = 667/2 [333.5 each]
5,179 [Scion & Lucifer]
5,179 [Frey & Freya] (counts prior posts only)
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 3:25 pm
Hidden Creature: Makeshift Camp in Dense Forest Area He would find his brother the only way he could. “You’ll come with me… won’t you Waijen?” The boy’s tone is dark and his eyes are staring at the ground now. His body rises, his head lowered in a way where his long blond hair covers his face. He raises his head finally, a wicked grin plastered on his face as he rises from the ground. His eyes seem to be mad with some sort of emotion. Pinpointing the set emotion might be easier thought than accomplished.
People cry out in fear and agony, as the village of Hidden Alchemy is set ablaze. Fire spring out all over the area and forests burn red with fire. The small boy from before and his tiny wolf companion amidst the flames watch people run around frantically. “Lucifer isn’t dead. That machine of hers is slowly disintegrating my brother’s body… but he’s still alive. So I will take her body and toy to use however my brother and I see fit.” The wolf whimpers as the two walk through the village. This makes the boy smile softly. “You too Waijen. You can use it however you want. You name it and it will grant it. And if I’m too late… then I’ll use these people, soul and all, along with my mother’s and her machine to set things right. In order to call brother back from the other side,” the boy says weakly as his body finally begins to grow weak again. The loss of blood from his missing limb was beginning to take a sour effect on him. But he would not change the order of how things will be done. Lucifer would come first. Otherwise, he might lose his brother’s soul to the other side and be unable to recall it. His companion yelps only for the boy to shake his head.
“Even with one arm, I can take her down. Waijen, let’s go.” The boy turns and begins running as flaming wolves chase down villagers. Rotting corpses launch technique after technique to bind the villagers to the village and exterminate them swiftly. A soft humming is heard far off, a mournful cry of pain and devastation, seeming to orchestrate the movement of the wolves and corpses. The young pair flies through the destruction towards a large castle on top of the hill overlooking the entire village. Once drawing near enough, someone would speak to them. They would seem to echo through the very trees decorating the path leading to the building.
“So you’ve come to fetch him, foolish child? You’re more naïve than I gave you credit for before.” The boy frowns angrily but continues on. His partner barks as a few rock pillars shoot up from the ground towards them. “Dearest Scion,” the female voice goes on to say as the two narrowly dodge each obstacle,” my headstrong son. Will you really throw your life away for Lucifer? He is your weaker twin despite him being like you in almost every way. He is a worthy sacrifice and not a necessary component to our family.” Scion rushes through the open front door of the castle and stops. He stares down a figure shadowed in the center of the grand entryway. Waijen dashes in front of him as the doors are alchemically sealed shut. Scion doesn’t look back at the steel bolted, granite door. He just stares at this figure as the lights cut on. A thin metal that looks very slick covers the floors. The ceilings are extremely high and have chandeliers covering every inch of the room with light. The woman stands with her arms outstretched to the small boy.
Her hair is straight and cascades down her back and to the floor with a color of blond, like Scion’s, though it is white nearest the roots and in the front to show her age. As she raises her head to show Scion her wide grin, her hair parts and shows her to be very young, almost looking to be in her early twenties. Her small frame is covered by a simple white wedding dress that is form fitting and long. It slides along the ground as she takes a single step towards the boy. Waijen growls angrily which invokes the woman’s bullying side. She brings her arms out in front of her, palms up, and slowly begins forming fists with her hands. The creature yelps as the ground beneath it lurches up and wraps the canine up in a tight ball. Before Scion can make any attempt to plead for his friend to be spared, the woman clenches her fist shut. An agonized yelp escapes the sphere of earth and metal before silence. Blood drains from the spaces between the structure and down to the ground. The woman draws her arms inward in order to allow the wolf’s blood to drip onto Scion that she called her son. An agonized cry escapes the boy as the woman sighs.
“You should have just left here, Scion. I don’t want to hurt you. But if you insist on interfering then I will have no choice but to break you. I will make you wish you were hadn’t gone against me for the rest of your life.” The woman is where she had been the entire time one moment and the next she is standing beside Scion. She kneels down and embraces the numb, but still screaming, boy gently. “I have killed your shared friend Waijen. Do not force my hand and make me kill that girl that you and Lucifer hold dear,” the woman warns.
The fire that the four travelers shared soon died down and it was time for bed. Scion lies awake, his twin Lucifer beside him. The short haired youth looks at his twin, his pale yellow eyes looking into Lucifer's silver ones. He eases his hand over and clutches Lucifer's hand with his and then the two look at the roof of their tent together. For an instant, Scion began to wonder what ever happened to Waijen. But he soon decides not to think on that for now. He needed to go to sleep. If he didn't, Lucifer would no doubt stay awake with him. He knew that his twin was tired, he couldn't force him to stay awake all night because Scion was worrying over the past. Just trying to go back through his past to try and see what all he could remember and what areas were blank. Then, maybe, he could remember what they did before the four of them met. Then they could do something worthwhile. Maybe... hopefully. Notes::
RPC = Scion & Lucifer Howard; Frey & Freya Kon
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Last Post = Hidden Creature (Pp. 140, P. 12)
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Words = 1107/2 [553.5 each]
5,512.5 [Scion & Lucifer]
5,512.5 [Frey & Freya] (counts prior posts only)
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 3:44 pm
Hidden Creature: Makeshift Camp in Dense Forest Area Scion gasps awake at the sound of wings flapping. He'd managed to fall asleep. But his dreams were filled with nightmares of his past. And dreams of the girl that Scion and Lucifer both loved. A sweet girl that enjoyed playing with them whenever they came into town. But in his dream she had no face and no hair. She would smile, he would know it, but her head would remain the same. It showed no emotion without her face. But he could see her expressions somehow. Her long curly hair bounced in the dream, even though it wasn't there. She was the girl that Scion would gladly play rock, paper, scissors over. Scion places one hand over his face. He pulls it down and lets his hand fall as his eyes stare at his hand. He then looks up from the ground at the person looking at him from the opening of the tent. "Scion, will you come exploring with me?" Scion's blinks a few times before tilting his head a little. He smirks at the female requesting this and quickly thinks of a response.
"So the twins are switching partners today? I wouldn't mind going off somewhere with you, Frey." The girl smiles a tiny smile, the lines alongside her mouth not showing at all. She was merely amused, not happy. "If we're going hunting..." Scion begins warning as he makes an effort to crawl out of the opening of the tent. Frey steps back and out of the way with a girly giggle.
"We're not going hunting. Just exploring. I remember how you and Lucifer don't hunt. I won't force you..." she starts as Scion makes his way out, "for now." Scion sort of frowns as the female turns from him and begins walking towards a more rugged path through the jungle. She waves a clawed hand at her twin sister as Scion stands up. He looks over at Lucifer, the boy carrying a worried but happy expression, and grins at him. Scion says something inaudible, in some strange tongue, and Lucifer responds in the same weird manner. "Twin chatter," Frey moans as Scion goes rushing after Scion with a wave from Lucifer.
She then reappears where she had been initially. “Body and soul, I will use him to elongate both of our lives. As I did with you father, though it was for me that time. I will allow us to share this stone once Lucifer has been completely absorbed into the circle. Then, once your body becomes unappealing to you, you can turn back the hands of time like me… All on your own.” The woman grins widely as she strokes her stomach with one hand. “And if you continue to prove your worth, maybe your new sibling will become the next sacrifice. Otherwise, you will rejoin your twin within my form.” What did she just say? She was carrying another child? But from whom? Before Scion and Lucifer were even out of diapers their mother explained that their father had left them and she would be the sole person to care for them. That was her story back then, before revealing that she’d killed his father moments ago. So there was no way that she could be carrying his child. The woman grins wider until suddenly frowning. “Who’s there?” A figure, clad in black and unable to be identified in any way, suddenly appears behind a pillar near Scion. The boy stops screaming finally and begins to collapse to the ground. Before he can, the figure outstretches their arms and grasps the child. Scion loses consciousness and then everything is silent.
Scion continues following after Frey, but remains very quiet the entire time after leaving camp. No animals seem to spring up to bother either of them, so Frey felt no need to get Scion out of his rut. As Lucifer told her earlier that morning, he would come around. She only hoped that to be true.
It isn't long before the two stop to rest a while. Frey sits close beside Scion who seems to hold an almost frightened expression. "What is it you're thinking about? You seem afraid. But I can't seem to connect minds with you. I can't understand what you are focused so intently on," Frey whispers as Scion shakes his head. He wouldn't say anything, but she knew he was telling her it was nothing. And he didn't want her to worry. He was just remembering old times... painful times. "Freya worries about you almost as much as Lucifer. So try and hurry with your remembering and go back to normal. It's painful to see you in this closed off state." Scion looks at Frey and then away as the girl takes his hand. She places it on the top of her head and then lets him glides his fingers through her blonde hair by her hand. Once he reaches the purple tips of her hair, they lock eyes. She seemed to be trying to make a connection. But no matter how hard she tried, Scion blocked her out. So she finally releases his hand with a sigh and stands. "Let's continue then. I won't force anymore." Notes::
RPC = Scion & Lucifer Howard; Frey & Freya Kon
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Last Post = Hidden Creature (Pp. 140, P. 13)
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Words = 868/2 [434 each]
6,066 [Scion & Lucifer]
6,066 [Frey & Freya] (counts prior posts only)
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 4:27 pm
Hidden Creature: Dense, Untouched Forest Area After a bit of walking, Scion stops after spotting something black dash through the forest to his left. Frey continues walking casually until hearing the sound of twigs quickly snapping. She turns around, her hair drifting in front of her face, and only catches Scion's blue military jacket as he rushes off. "Scion!" The Howard shoves his way through the tree branches and forces his legs to continue pressing forward as they crash through low lying brush. He continues running after the black streak that he'd seen, not really caring for his own safety. But when he begins getting closer, he remembers Frey. He'd left her all alone after she forced herself to separate from Freya to try and get him to snap out of his memories. He continues running but seems to slow in pace. Just when he decides to stop running and turn around to head back to Frey, he bursts through some forestry and sees the bright blue sky and the slowly setting sun. That was odd that the forest would drop away suddenly to reveal the sky. His eyes look at the scene and then down. His pupils shrink and his eyes open wide as he realizes that he's not on the ground and that he'd rushed off the edge of a cliff. Down below the tall trees looked like tiny blades of grass. He turns his head to see if he can go back but notices that the cliff made a sudden drop, not a steady one and that he would have nothing in range to grab. He was going to fall!
“Scion… Scion? Oh no. Please wake up, Scion.” Someone’s voice echoes outside of Scion’s dream, a familiar voice. The boy forces his eyes to slowly open to find a boy before him that is identical to him. “Thank goodness you’re all right.” Scion blinks a few times before growing teary eyed.
“Lucifer!” Scion lunges and embraces his brother, wrapping his arms about his neck and burring his face in his long hair. “I thought I would never see you again! Waijen and I…” Scion trails off, his excitement fading. That’s right. Before he lost consciousness Waijen was killed by his mother. “I’m sorry… brother.”
“Huh? You’re sad about Waijen? He’s fine as he is, so don’t worry so much.” Scion looks at his twin in confusion. Scion shifts his long hair out of his face with his hand and looks away from Lucifer when the other long haired boy turns from him. The young boy, Scion, slowly sits up and immediately notices that he has both of his arms again. His wounds are all gone and he doesn’t feel as weak as he had before. He looks over to where Lucifer is staring still as Waijen suddenly comes into his sights. The wolf pup is happily chasing after a single blue butterfly in a white abyss. “He’s happy. He has no regrets about what happened.”
“What? What is this? Waijen was crushed by mother! This is insane! Mother crushed Waijen… I’m dreaming…!” He finally looks at his twin to see Lucifer carries a sad expression on his face. “Huh? Why do you look so sad? I tried to save Waijen, but—"
“I know you did, Scion. You tried to save me too.” What’s Lucifer going on about? What did that mean? Lucifer hugs Scion and then separates slowly from him. “And we aren’t angry. So don’t regret anything.” Why was Lucifer saying this? Going on about how they’re happy and Waijen is fine as he is. And going further and saying how he shouldn’t regret anything, like Scion wasn’t like them. It was as if… Where were all of them? “You have to go back. Being outside of the door too long is hard for us. So you can go back to our home. Live every day happily for the three of us… okay?"
“Lucifer… Just outside the door? What door?” Scion suddenly notices a large black door behind Lucifer and stares contently at it. “You mean… You and Waijen are…”
“We’re dead, Scion. You were brought here after mom opened the door to try and destroy that ____.” Scion shakes his head, missing some of what Lucifer had said, as his twin goes on. “My body has disintegrated and Waijen’s is crushed. Our souls belong to the other side now. It’s okay, though. We’ll always be with you, Scion.”
“N-no!” Scion yells no more as his vision blurs. Notes::
RPC = Scion & Lucifer Howard; Frey & Freya Kon
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Last Post = Hidden Creature (Pp. 140, P. 14)
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Words = 747/2 [373.5 each]
6,500 [Scion & Lucifer]
6,500 [Frey & Freya] (counts prior posts only)
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