π΄"Cold: the air and water flowing, Hard: the land we call our home,Push to keep the dark from coming, Feel the weight of what we owe"π΄
"Oh well me always smell like home! Ah, never forget." Baranara would close his eyes and reminisce of the times before everything had fallen apart. There was still little he could remember but there was enough that he could find comfort in recalling. The compliments and close proximity of brother sun went over his head as always seen as nothing more than brotherhood. As he spoke his peace in complete agreement with him on Hesrick's amorous pursuits he could not help but nod amicably that he placed his trust in the right monkey to agree with him. He patted the furry man on his haunches in a typical 'bro' fashion that had no intent on coming off as flirtatious seeing as the dark skinned nanner man didn't know the meaning of the word. When the story of piggies was brought up even Baranara could understand what it meant, in fact, it was in said story that made him certain of his understanding. "See! Brother Sun understand!" Course the monkey was a dude, dudes can't make babies with other dudes, and if they did it would likely be unpleasant.
Though of course, it was to be expected what with their relationship that Hesrick would again play the 'me no need' card as he called it. What came from Hesricks dismissal of the Bananamans camaraderie was not a sigh though but a firm placing of his hand on his shoulder. Brief wetness in his eyes as he clenched his fist with the free hand. "Me know it was bad, but me not know it this bad, poor Hes have no desire. What become of Hes when gone huh? You think of that? This why he NEED someone, carry on legacy. Baranara can feel only saddingness for Hes. You will know one day Hes, when time come. All mens die eventually. " Hesrick was likely well ta do that all he needed in his legacy was a mark on history. A concept someone as simple as Baranara couldn't be satisfied with. The tribe was always thinking of the next generation to follow them, I mean that much was evident when the two of them first met. It was a wonder where that girl was now. But it was best that at least it was away from Baranara.
"BUT THERE IS BEING NO WORRY OF THAT NOW YAH! BAHAHAHA!" on a dime the man went from morose to nye near maniacal with his echoeing laughter placing his hands on his hips. "You winning Hes. You can go. Deep down you wanting to make sure everybody safe yeah. Is better than hunt me am supposing. You can go." Even if the last thing on his mind was making sure everyone was safe and more leaning towards "I wish I could just pile all these corpses like a mountain" he had his Consul of War convinced that all Hesrick desired was the betterment of the people or in this case the betterment of his tribe in mind. He'd then pat Sundance on his back.
"Come you saying you hungry brother Sun? Let us be going to eats yeah. Me made money delivering snakey vine." Baranara would then proceed to leave the sturgeon. It was very much assumed by him the Sun was going to follow less he had a few more words for the Kage. Leaving Grey would catch that same scent she whiffed at the gates. Bananas. Approaching. As fate would dictate the particular stall she was eyeing revealed the huge man from earlier who was the six shootin nanner master. "Me am wanting this one!" "Uhhh yes sir of course for you free! No charge!" the stall owner said fumbling. He didn't intend to come off as intimidating but what with all the regalia he toted like Hesrick about him it was hard to keep composed.
It would be shortly after that Baranara would slam his hand on the stall after receiving what he requested. "This is not Banana! What is the flaky thing!" "Ba..we sell f--f--fried and baked goods Bara-dono its er on the sign. That..thats whats called a croissant." Baranara's eye's narrowed on the sign. Then what he ordered. Then at the sign again. Then to his left to see if Sundance was on his way. Then behind him and that's where he saw where Grey was standing...and nearest her an emaciated looking gal. "YOU!" He'd then say loudly in her direction before walking up to her although he was doing so casually. "Me no want. Cross Ant. Me not feeling like eating ants today. You want?" The homeless girl would then take the offerring and flee before an oddity occurred.
π΄This: The song of sons and daughters,Hide the heart of who we are,Making peace to build our future, Strong, united, working 'till we fall. And we all Lift, and we're all adrift, Together, Together.π΄
With a good deal less grace than intended, I manage to avoid landing on the girl that had been in the way. Thankfully she had moved out of the way and I didn't need as much work to avoid her. But that could have ended very badly. Then I notice the blatant offensive posture and bared teeth. Oh boy this could be bad.
"Hey, sorry about that. I was chasing a cat-thing and, well apparently I went the wrong way trying to cut off its path." I hold up my hands in as nonthreatening a gesture as I can manage. "You are ok right? I didn't mean to hurt or scare anyone. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?" I ask as I get to my feet in a slow, nonthreatening manner.
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Sundance purred like a new born puppy getting it's ears rubbed when he felt Baranara rub his hands along his back. Oh it had been such a long time since somebody rubbed him there that even a few pats felt TOO good. Positively grinning from ear to ear the monkey followed behind Baranara mindlessly ignoring his usual target of Hesrik. His mind was simply in an utter stste of bliss that nothing could wake him up from, well almost nothing that is. As he stepped outside Sundance noticed someone out of the corner of his eye, a little black haired boy with what looked like a weird puppet arm. Which was weird because he had went to every puppet maker in the city or at least he thought he had. Snapping up like a mongoose covered in Indonesian fire ants, Baranara and likely everyone else in the market would see the monkey break out into a full on sprint. Ohhhh my god!!! What if I can finally fix my little buddy!? Then I'd really be able to put on a show everyone at the Inn! I could even turn into a traveling singer and be famous, the possibilities are endless!
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2019 11:22 am
___________________The Narrator Whispers...|| tab The merchant who had been so rudely interrupted in offering some food to the clearly starving orphan stared daggers at the local merchant, Kokuei. Standing no more than five feet and two inches tall one might say she was the least threatening Baker anyone had ever seen. Those same people usually ended up being supplexed by the tiny terror who was once a wrestling champion and a master of the Olympian style of combat. Now, well...she baked. And supplexed idiot people who attacked her customers and who didn't know how to speak without being twits or twats. With sandy brown hair and blue eyes that pierced the soul it was a wonder anyone noticed her olive toned skin. Why it'd matter was beyond her, of course, but she wasn't a git, either! So when her new child decided to dodge an incoming ruffian with an unnecessarily creepy obsession with dolls she almost picked up the small stone oven she owned and buried his skull in deliciously sweet batter! tab but then she couldn't feed her orphan. Damn. tab Settling for a scowl the young woman picked up a handful of her meat pies and began to hastily wrap them within a hand towel, braiding it so none may escape their woven basket of a casket. Hey, that rhymed! "Hey, kiddo, ignore the git and take some food. You look starvin'!" Holding out the basket and clearly avoiding eye contact with Kokuei in order to avoid the misunderstanding that these were, in any way, meant for him, she nodded to him to show it was okay. "I'm Erza! Nice to meet you!"
GREYxxxxx As Kouei raised his hands in a sign of nonaggression, the bandaged hand Grey held out to her side to aid in balancing her stance turned towards the boy and shifted into a clawed grip. A shot of pain made itself known as Grey noticeably winced at the rather quick movement; even though it had been many months and the injury had been healed, quick and extraneous movements would cause her hand to flare up now and again. Even as he apologized to her, Grey would keep a close eye on the boy... at least, until her attention was drawn elsewhere.
Interjecting herself into the meeting was the shopkeeper that Kouei had ever-so-gracefully crashed into, offering something to the little fox. Grey's eyes darted to the package, then back to Kouei, then to the package once more. She needed to keep an eye on her attacker, but the aroma coming off the bundled up food kept drawing her attention away. She tried her best to keep her threatening facade, but a very audible protest from her stomach made that all but impossible now. Grey's freckled face turned flush with embarrassment. Her grip loosened on her knife as she reached out with her bandaged arm to take the package.
Gift in hand, Grey had every intention of turning away and running off into some alley way to enjoy her meal, but she suddenly remembered where she was. Ah yes, society; payment must have been expected for such things. With her free hand, Grey quickly dug into a small burlap bag that hung on her waist just below the side of the open-sided tanktop she called a shirt. Her fingers quickly dug through odd shiny bits and baubles as she looked for something of value. After a few brief seconds, Grey pulled out a small, silver circle; a pocket watch, to be exact. The chain was broken, it was unwound, and clearly in need of more than a good polishing, but it was functional none the less. Grey placed it on the countertop and slowly backed away, keeping an eye on the shopkeeper to see if the payment was suitable.
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π΄"Cold: the air and water flowing, Hard: the land we call our home,Push to keep the dark from coming, Feel the weight of what we owe"π΄
The earlier occurring oddity was the dark whispers of a particular pineapple. "My kin is near bring me closer so I may commune." Removing the pineapple from his sack as it acted like a compass in a game of hot and cold. "There" The pineapple having pointed him in the direction of Koukei. Perhaps dark whisperings would begin to occur between the two fruits. Baranara himself simply stood with a blank expression holding the pineapple in one hand open palmed in Koukei's direction. He didn't say anything but he like Hesrick was known in the village quite well. Essentially what was an awkward unfolding of a serious gaze fixated on Grey and Koukei occurred applying an invisible pressure.
Then like a rusty hinge it shifted towards Erza while the pineapple remained in place. Then like an equally rustier hinge turned down the alleys to see that Sundance was sprinting in a completely different direction. The pineapple would inquire to its brethren 'how hath it been in the care of your host' though this would only sound like whispers of incoherence to normal folk. It seemed Sundance had found an alternative task and Hesrick would be heading to the gates. Baranara's eyes squinted in Grey's direction as if he knew her from somewhere. But it was far from Baranara to be an analyst and her lack of credentials would go unnoticed by him. Like a tree, he simply loomed allowing his 'child' to engage.
π΄This: The song of sons and daughters,Hide the heart of who we are,Making peace to build our future, Strong, united, working 'till we fall. And we all Lift, and we're all adrift, Together, Together.π΄
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[T]his had gone on quite long enough by the time Baranara and the primate decided to leave him be. He forgave them for the moment, allowing their speeches and interactions to slip by without comment or concern. In fact the moment both were gone the Kokorokage simply stared into oblivion, took a deep breath, and released all of his anxiety and annoyance in a single exhalation. They wore him down, these innoccent fools, but as he'd considered before Hesrik didn't think thee same way others did. There was too much to do, too many variables to constantly keep within mind and most importantly the future to look forward to. To plan for, lest someone out maneuver him and place all he'd built so far in danger. This left him somewhat frugal with his time despite being an immortal, as he wished to accomplish much now. Perhaps a foolish decision on his part but he needed to worry about the now before he could worry about the future. tab Feeling that he had finally come around for his mental faculties Hesrik turned from the entrance of the inn and stopped, rotating his shoulders to stretch them out. He was going to go to the gates. Yes. That was the plan. And if anyone tried to interrupt him again he'd Shunshin his way there to save the time. He wouldn't do so if he could avoid it, of course, lest other see and think he was fleeing his own people. tab Stepping out into the afternoon sun, feeling its warmth across his skin, the corpse of a man raised his face to the life giving star and relished the sensation. It reminded him of the early days of his infestation where his nerves had been destroyed, where he could feel nothing, no wind, heat or cold, no pain nor pressure. It had been a dead world then, and every so often he waxed nostalgic on the subject. Dead though he may be it still felt truly wonderful to have those rays upon his flesh. Sighing once more the shinobi turned and returned to his travels towards the gates, and back to ignoring the small host of bodyguards he knew lay nearby. Fat lot of good the useless fools were, given they had yet to murder that amorous monkey. tab tab tab tab
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[ e x p ] 7500 x|x [ r y o ] 0900 x|x [ c h a k r a ] 720 / 720 x|x [ s t a m i n a ] 180 / 180
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 2:03 pm
___________________The Narrator Whispers...|| tabBaranara's pineapple hummed within his hand as he held it aloft, reacting to his thoughts, his intentions. As if in response to its own hummings Kokuei's hat also began to hum, each resonating with the other in harmony. Neither could hear the others' of course, but both would get the same message from one another, a whispering only they could hear despite whatever proximity to another living being they were. "The Shadow King awaits his first prize. The one-eyed Lord waits for the child within the confines of Shards. Those that slumber shake off the dust of eons, their bellies howling for the release of the Living. Clear the gates, lest ye fuel the machinations of Despair!" As if on queue there came a crackling from above, something that would catch many's attention as what appeared to be a lightning bolt cracked across the sunny sky and struck somewhere nearby, the report of its strike cascading across them a split second later, rattling the windows and boards of structures near and far with its ferocity. tab Instantly the blond haired woman, Erza, threw herself atop the fox boy and held him close as the rumblings rattled her cart and cracked glass nearby. "Keep your head down!" she shouted over the rumbling and cries of fright that erupted from everywhere as many villagers and visitors realized they may well be in danger. As if on queue a tremor passed through the earth and cobblestone beneath them, rattling her bones and likely the bones of her charge as she cast about for help. Settling on the Consul of War, no matter his predicament, she raised her voice in concern. "Lord Bara, what do we do? Are we under attack?!" tab
Reaching the store front Sundance almost collided face first with the one he was trying to chase down. Thankfully he managed to catch himself the very edges of his toes and slid across the pavement in an almost comical fashion before falling forward with his shifted weight to land right his knees. At least it hurt no more than a simple sting, although to any bystanders it would certainly be a strange sight for a grown monkey man to be on his knees in front of a little boy. "Whew! Hey sorrry about that buddy I didn't mean to slam into you! At least not so early AHEM! Sorry bout that got a nasty cough. Anyway I saw your puppet hand, suuuuper neat by the way, and I was hoping you could maybe spare a mechanical eye to look over my friend here?" With a reverence that showed how much it meant it meant to him, Sundance pulled out mircophone from a bag at his side. It was a rare occurrence that he brought it out from his hidey hole but as fate would have it he was planning on venturing away from the village today.
Or maybe fate had different plans? Before he got a response a rumbling shook the very foundations he was kneeling on, and fur on his body all grew to stand on their edge. The telltale signs on lightning forming. His body was still much slower than what it should be so he was only able to twist his head fast enough to already see the black mark it left it had left in it's wake. "Oh Momma where the hell did that come from?" From his shoulder Sundance could still make out goodman Baranara in the market place. Shifting his eyes to try and make contact he waited to see if there were any orders to be given out before reporting in. He may only be a singer but damned if he wouldn't protect his home. Where else would he meet the hotties?Β
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2019 1:32 pm
βAll these broken souls, they never make me whole. They don't...Thev don't know mv heart. Thev don't know mv heart.β βAll these broken souls, they never make me whole. They don't...They don't know my heart. They don't know my heart.β
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[He's not that little ; A ; He's like 5'8".]
[x] No sooner had I left the shop that someone--or something nearly slammed into me, coming to a halt after falling to its knees before me. Subconsciously expecting an attack, I shifted back and grasped the hilt of my tanto. But then a masculine voice came from the monkey-looking creature's mouth and I found myself more confused than defensive. He pointed out my puppet arm, and asked if I could look at his 'friend'. At which point he pulled a microphone from his bag and held it out toward me.
I didn't get a chance to look at it before something vibrated against my chest, a humming sound accompanying it. Investigating revealed the bird skull pendant I'd found a while back, hung around my neck and forgotten; as I picked it up a voice emitted from it, and yet no where at the same time. The Shadow King awaits his first prize. Ah, right, it occasionally spoke gibberish. That hadn't happened in so long, that the rediscovery came as a shock at first. The one-eyed Lord waits for the child within the confines of Shards. Those that slumber shake off the dust of eons, their bellies howling for the release of the Living. My brow furrowed slightly, and I cast my gaze around quickly to see if anyone else was reacting to the words. No one seemed to notice and continued about their daily lives. My attention was drawn back as it continued. Clear the gates, lest ye fuel the machinations of Despair!
As it spoke the final words, a flash of light filled the sky, followed by a deafening crack not a half second later. Dropping the pendant back against my chest, I clamped my hands over my sensitive ears. Not that it did any good because the sound was already past, but it was a reflex. I gritted my teeth against the pain of the blast of sound that left my ears ringing. What the hell had happened? The sky was clear, and while it wasn't impossible for lightning to strike on a clear day, the fact that it hit something in the market square--judging by the smoke rising nearby--rather than the massive tower was more than alarming. Not to mention the message a moment before. My mind raced for an answer, and settled on a few messages we'd received previously. The eyeless undead the day we woke, and the message of something coming, and a variety of messages regarding the gates of death. This fell in line with those. Clear the gates. I'd heard that before, but had yet to find any of these supposed gates, even traveling across countries at this point. I could guess that we were the 'those that slumber'. Maybe? Because that didn't fall in context with 'howling for the release of the Living'. Nor did I know anything about a Shadow King, or one-eyed lord.
Overall, the monkey's thoughts echoed my own regarding whatever had just happened.
I didn't get any more of a chance to think on it. My mind never stopped moving, and some part of me thinks that's why I can keep careful control of my emotions, even in the most extreme situations. However, the parting of the crowds as people turned to get a look at where the lightning had struck opened up my sight to a figure that made my blood run cold. And at first I could figure out why rage gripped me. It wasn't a boiling rage, but one of deadly focus, something that transcended the heat of anger that most experienced. I forgot that the monkey was standing in front of me as I stared over his shoulder at this almost skeletal figure, shrouded in dark clothes, pale skin and silvered hair barely visible past the robes. And the mask that covered the lower half of his face. Junan the Devourer.
Had it just been the memory of what happened in Kirigakure, first with the time loop, and then the man breaking free of his prison during the event that led to me losing my memory in the first place, I don't think I would have lost control. But I remembered him. It was like a floodgate had opened. Years of tracking him down, while trying to keep myself from being found. A constant cycle of encounters ended prematurely because he managed to get away, or convince me not to attack. I didn't understand then, and I still couldn't understand now how he ever persuaded me to stop when my hatred toward him was so pure. Because of that I felt the hatred toward myself for letting him commit so many evil acts right in front of me while I did nothing.
And then our final encounter. The one that should have ended it, because I was finally strong enough to face him, and confident I could defeat him. Somehow he still managed to get the better of me, wound me to the point I should have died. But he should have, too. I was going to win, even if it cost my life in the process. And yet... maybe I'd run too long, held off too long. Maybe he faced me that day because he knew the Plague would catch up to me, and that he would be able to escape again. I could still almost feel the crystal taking over my body as I fought to make the finishing blow. But it wasn't enough, and I could see his grinning face just before I lost consciousness. Before waking up in a completely different world, in a completely different time.
If Junan was here now, then all of these people were in danger. He could snuff out all of these lives without a second thought. Maybe that's what the warning had been for. And everyone here was unaware of that danger. I didn't want to get involved; I'd told myself I refused to get involved anymore. But hunting him down had become my life's goal at some point. I couldn't fail that again.
Drawing my tanto from its scabbard, I shoved the monkey out of the way and down with the intention of him finding cover, and threw my puppet arm forward, releasing the chakra strings I always kept ready within them. They weren't nearly as strong as they used to be, and could no longer actually control puppets, but they were still enough to launch myself forward as long as I could hook them onto something. Which they did, attaching to either carts or walls on either side of the street. Skipping forward, I pushed myself off the ground, and then reeled myself toward my strings, which threw me forward at an alarming speed. Something I wasn't quite used to anymore, which meant I almost missed before I released the strings--above my enemy now. Blade poised to strike, I dropped on top of him.
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Stats: Power [3] || Agility [5] || Intelligence [5] || Chakra [3] β’ Physical| Strength: 0.0 x Speed: +0.5 β’ Ninjutsu| Strength: 0.0 x Speed: 0.0 β’ Genjutsu| Strength: +0.5 β’ Ninjutsu Cost: [-5] Chakra β’ Unnamed Attack Cost: [-5] Stamina
Techniques Used: β€ [Prepared] Sumi Yusou no Jutsu [Ink Transport Technique] - C The user writes "transport" on a piece of paper with chakra-infused ink. The user then places it wherever they would like to transport to, be it a location or on a specific person, such as an opponent's back. By concentrating a small amount of Chakra, the can transport to the paper's location, for purposes such as to silently attack an opponent or to reveal to their comrades the enemies location.
β€ Chakura no Ito [Chakra Strings] - E β€ Unnamed Downward Thrust - C (C+D Speed)
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GREYxxxxx Grey clutched her bag of food tightly to her chest and dropped to the ground almost as soon as the rumbling began. The loud bangs accompanied by the crackle of lightning racing across the sky sent the girl's oversized ears downward, now lying flat against her head to try and muffle the sounds of shattering glass and panicked screams. In an attempt to spot a cause of the commotion, or maybe a safe way out of the crowd, Grey's eyes once gain began to nervously shift about. This city was quickly becoming too much for the girl to handle. She had food, so now might be the right time to get the hell out of dodge.
[sorry its a short post. Not sure what to make of the situation lol]
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[A] crack of thunder and the blinding flash of lightning startled the ancient shinobi enough that he opened his eyes and lowered his hands back to his side. Gaze immediately focusing on smoke that rose from another section of the market district Hesrik had to wonder what in the name of the Unholy Zodiac had caused this? There weren't many among his people that knew enough about weather to forecast or foretell the day to day climate changes, but all had agreed that a sunny day with mild temperatures would be the norm. In fact, they had been so certain they'd tasked themselves to sunbathe all day long atop the Watcher's Point! Yet now...There were no clouds. Strange, then. Heat lightning wasn't exactly rare but it most certainly wasn't something one would commonly see no matter how hot or humid it became. So an attack? tab That last thought made him turn his body entirely towards the origin of the smoke, small worry blossoming within his heart as he realized this could well be the beginnings of an attack. tab So when the sound of displaced air struck his ears as a shadow fell over him it took Hesrik but a moment to react, without allowing himself the luxury to investigate just whom it was who decided it was his turn to die. tab There wasn't much time to think before action would be a fruitless endeavor. Wind vortex, fire armor, earthen walls or water cascades could well well and defend him but could also damage personal property in the meantime. Sinking into his shadow and controlling him would work but would leave others in the path of danger if this figure wasn't the only target to be weary of. Allowing himself to be struck wasn't an option, not when a knife to the "heart" would reveal he wasn't the normal sort of living by most standards, no matter how archaic. And his guards were likely as enraptured by the electrical display as any other. Perhaps this target had made the lightning for a distraction? Hard to say. But all of this conjecture left little in the way of wiggle room for a plan, so short and desperate was the moment. So instead of thinking and plotting further the old man brought up his scythe with a firm grip and extended it towards the falling figure even as his mandibles parted and a single, powerful word was uttered: "ΓnzyΓkrigarn!" tab From his upraised arm, from the space beneath his mask and from the end of the scythe would erupt a golden, sparkling wave that would seek to envelop the fool who had dared to attack him. If any of it touched him it would harden, becoming a powerful bonding agent that was as silk to his fingertips. Strong though it'd be that didn't mean it was impossible to break, which left it entirely possible that the gleam of a blade coming towards him might well end with him being skewered. But the move was the right one. If indeed he stuck the figure they'd've gotten a single strike in while trading it for their freedom, leaving them a sitting duck for the followup strikes. Would it work, however?
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[ m o o d ] Aggrivated x|x [ h e a l t h ] ??? x|x [ i n j u r i e s ] ??? x|x [ c o n t r o l ] Slipping
Sundance sat defeated as he turned back only to find his one and only hope in this world vanish right in front of his eyes. Monkey paw reached out to grab the little black haired boy but had found their mark far too late. NO! scrambling to get to his feet and failing, Sunny craned his neck in every direction in search of his prey. Much like a crazed dog with rabbis and maybe even mange. That's when a dot appearing in the streets caught his attention. There! That's gotta be him! But.. Who the hell is..? Oh. Oh no. There the boy was indeed.. Falling right ontop of Oragor. What is he thinking?! Nobody messes with him! Even if he won this whole village would tear him apart! I gotta get ahead of this! I gotta talk, grease, anything I jave to fix this! Thinking on his toes Sundance scanned the market to see if Bananarama was still here and breathed a sign of relief when he managed to spot his massive hunk a hunk of burning figure.
Sunny made a break for it ignoring everyone in his way. Well almost everyone that is, no matter how dire the situation is he just wouldn't be the same person if he didn't stop to smell the roses every now and then. Without even saying a word Sundance casually slipped his hand around the 'foxy' woman's waist. Ohh such things as dreams are made of honey BOO. While still keeping up the charade like he was exactly where he belonged Sundance called out to Banana nana, b-a-n-a-n-a-s. "Baranara! I.. UH.. WELL.. ORAGOR!" And then pointed to the fight taking place a little ways off. "I think that little kid went crazy or something! We gotta restrain him!" Hopefully Sundance would be able to convince Baranara to help him keep the kid alive for a trial or something so that Hersik didn't just outright kill him. Bara always was the more reasonable of the two he thought.
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NecroPlant
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 8:29 am
βAll these broken souls, they never make me whole. They don't...Thev don't know mv heart. Thev don't know mv heart.β βAll these broken souls, they never make me whole. They don't...They don't know my heart. They don't know my heart.β
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[x] Even with the distraction, he still managed to react? Damn. But I should have known. If he'd been weakened by the plague, he would have built himself back up quickly. If he had even been caught in it; given the means of his existence, I wasn't so sure he was considered human enough to be taken by it. But after raising his scythe to strike, the webbing had been an unexpected attack that only my natural senses of foreboding warned me about. Which was the only reason I'd been able to avoid it at all. I released a cushion of chakra under me that was strong enough to displace the air and shove me up and to the side, avoiding the net of sticky golden threads altogether. If I was lucky, it would even push he web back down toward Junan, catching him in his own trap.
The attack had caught me off guard for another reason entirely, too. That was one of Jack's techniques. One he used more than almost anything else, except his displacement technique. Why did everything have to drag up those memories? He was probably dead anyway, so why did the world have to constantly remind me of that?
Spinning in the air, I landed on my feet a few meters away. The moment I touched the ground, I made a quick hand seal and slammed my puppet hand into it, causing the ground to shift suddenly underneath my opponent's feet. Unless he managed to dodge, he'd find himself dragged toward me along with the earth he stood on at an alarming speed. Maybe he'd even lose his balance, but I doubted it. Regardless, I was ready to strike, and shoved myself forward as soon as he was in range. Flipping my tanto in my grip, I delivered a powerful thrust forward, aiming to strike the man in the chest and knock him down. Or at the very least hit his shoulder and land on top of him. If my attack hit, he would be immobilized briefly anyway, due to the chakra infused with the blow.
My tunnel vision cleared, briefly during the exchange. Always one to be aware of my surroundings, despite the rage I felt, I noticed that no one seemed afraid. If anything, they were staring at me, not him. Not the unholy skeleton of a man that cost the lives of so many. What had he done to this place that they actually trusted him?
βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ β I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone. β
Stats: Power [3] || Agility [5] || Intelligence [5] || Chakra [3] β’ Physical| Strength: 0.0 x Speed: +0.5 β’ Ninjutsu| Strength: 0.0 x Speed: 0.0 β’ Genjutsu| Strength: +0.5 β’ Ninjutsu Cost: [-5] Chakra β’ Unnamed Attack Cost: [-5] Stamina
Techniques Used: β€ [Prepared] Sumi Yusou no Jutsu [Ink Transport Technique] - C The user writes "transport" on a piece of paper with chakra-infused ink. The user then places it wherever they would like to transport to, be it a location or on a specific person, such as an opponent's back. By concentrating a small amount of Chakra, the can transport to the paper's location, for purposes such as to silently attack an opponent or to reveal to their comrades the enemies location.
β€ Fast Travel - A [- D-rank dodge bonus [-10], -10% cost [-7] = 63 chakra] β€ Tsuchi Tou Tou - C [-5 [Int 5] = 15 chakra] β€ Backstab - C :: Complex [10 chakra, 10 stamina]
Current Objectives: β€ Defeat 'Junan'.
Items of Note: β€
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NecroPlant
SB5K
Arrow35
[ e x p ] 7825 x|x [ r y o ] 0400 x|x [ c h a k r a ] 402 / 495 [-88]x|x [ s t a m i n a ] 310 / 335 [-10]
[ m o o d ] enraged x|x [ h e a l t h ] fine x|x [ i n j u r i e s ] none
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[A]s the sky above cracked, as lightning arced across the sky and rain began to fall from clouds that formed from the mercurial environment of Doro no Kuni, Hesrik felt his feet begin to move under him. If only it were from his own decisions, or perhaps his feet moving in general. Instead the earth began to fluctuate and move, drawing him towards the boy he somehow knew. How the former Mizukage didn't know, for there had been no time to stop and consider the sights before him. Instead his mind had slid into the days of old, of battle where the elements had been his to control. Where death had been but a word and movement away, when the likes of mortal men cowered before the Reaper of the Mist. And now? Now he was as nothing to then! He was weak, foolish, and easily caught off guard by would-be assassins! Where was the lightning reflexes, the sturdy mind and godly power? Where?! Watching himself speed towards the boy nearly froze his mind in terror, but then? tab Then he came into his own, and Hesrik remembered just who in Damnation he was. tab Biting the webbing clean through with his teeth the elder shinobi took hold of the golden net with his left hand and brought it to the side out of his way. Next he brought his scythe out behind him and swung it down and forward, two words erupting from his mouth as the earth split before him. "A'ran DΓgaro!" From the earth angled towards the oncoming, flying neko would rise large stone spikes, large enough to dwarf a draft horse in comparison. As they rose Hesrik wasted not a single moment, using the momentum of the earthen movement technique used to bring him closer to slide up and atop the rising spikes. Reaching the apex in an instant he lunged off, by this point likely reaching just behind Shadow but far higher. Yet with quick wit Hesrik hooked his Scythe around the end of the closest spear and pivoted, ceasing his momentum and allowing him to throw the golden net while shouting one another word of power, one that echoed in the air as if some eldritch god were in attendance. tab The water immediately convulsed under Shadow, having puddled quickly from the rainfall that was even now coming down. Tendrils erupted from beneath him, numbering eight in total, that whipped about with wild abandon for a moment before lancing down at Shadow, hoping to steer and distract him long enough for the golden net to land upon him and hold him still.
βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ β With power, there is always a price. β
Techniques Used: β€ Doryuusou [Earthen Rising Spears] Rank: C Strength: B Speed: D Description: After forming the needed hand seals, spears of stone will raise from the ground to pierce the target. The technique can be countered by an opponent who hardens their body with a stronger Earth Element jutsu. Spikes only cover an area approximately one [1] meter across. Originator: Hanako Hiraite [Kirenai Yuki]
β€ Shokushu Rendan Kyouran [Tentacle Barrage Fury] Rank: Augment [learned as C] Strength: C Speed: C Description: A skill which is used to attack the opponent from various angles. Around the opponent, eight tentacles emerge all created from water. These tentacles having a mind of their own much like bunshins, which will come down and attack the opponent in utter desperation to attack them. These tentacles can be attacked and destroyed, but that just makes openings for the tentacles to attack. Requires knowing Hachi Shokushu [Eight Tentacle]. This is an upgrade of Hachi Shokushu and takes the same slot as the D-rank version once learned. Either version can be used for the appropriate version's cost.
Current Objectives: β€
Items of Note: β€
NecroPlant
Royal Taorito
[ e x p ] 7500 x|x [ r y o ] 0900 x|x [ c h a k r a ] 660 / 720 x|x [ s t a m i n a ] 180 / 180
[ m o o d ] Aggrivated x|x [ h e a l t h ] ??? x|x [ i n j u r i e s ] ??? x|x [ c o n t r o l ] Slipping
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