Every nerve in his body screamed at him to turn around and shove or punch the figure that must have used the shunshin technique to appear behind him. Still, I would have heard it. Heard something He thought, and curiosity overcame his need to retaliate. He turned his head to see the same bartender as before, only to realize quite quickly that the man was floating above the ground. "I...hmm." He really was at a loss for words. Thankfully, the blue man spoke for him! Soraru lowered his guard and decided not to react in any violent manner. He addressed the two as Asuhara and Kameyo, likely shinobi of a fairly high ranking. In his experience, it was unheard of for Genin or any other low rank to just frolic about in the office of a superior.
The opening of the cocktail shaker provided an almost immediate relief to the swordsman's senses. The scent of fish, sweat, and other potential fluids was overcome slowly by citrus. He breathed it in, finding some level of satisfaction in it. Suddenly, the surprise presence of the bartender wasn't such a bad thing. There was a strange vernacular being put on display, one that Soraru wasn't familiar with at all, but then again he was still waiting for anything normal from the man. Words from the boy he assumed was Asuhara let him know that the bartender had a name. Trefles. After having his suspicions all but confirmed in regards to 'amore' being in the air, he was accused of having an uncertain gaze about himself. That was quickly followed by the woman, Kameyo, calling him a new kid, and he decided to bite his tongue rather than correct anyone. Stating his purpose at the present time was useless if none of them could re-enlist him.
The invitation to speak to Trefles was tempting, but it seemed that Asuhara made the decision for him. I'll be sure to stop by the minibar later. He's interesting. He stepped back once there was room to do so, giving Asuhara room to pass.The overall lax feeling of the place and freedom to call the kage a 'big blooper' did well to ease any anxiety he had. "It's fine, we can go at whatever pace you want. I know the place." With a nonchalant wave to both Kameyo and Trefles, he turned and made his way to the exit with the orange-haired swordsman. True to his word, he'd follow whatever pace Asuhara wanted to set for their trek to the CORE compound.
Severin stopped in front of Toso's door only to find it closed, causing a scowl to fill the man's features. Toso had to be, out of all the kages he had ever met, the most busy and absent of all of them. Hands were shoved in to the pocket of his slacks, a sea green glare leveled at the door as if his sheer annoyance could summon the hojo back to his office. But Alas, it didn't, and Sev had to formulate some other idea to get his headband. He pressed the door open and...
A purple haired, masked man was sitting in the office again. The Raigyo tilted his head, one eyebrow shooting up in confusion. Who the hell was this guy? This was supposed to have been a quick and simple errand; go to the office, go get your headband, go train. Life was so damn complicated. With a roll of his sharp eyes, he walked up to the strangely dressed person in front of him.
"Severin Raigyo. I've been cleared by the Head of Psychiatry, Kagerou Kiritani, to return to duty. Can I get my headband so I can get the hell out of here and actually do something? Thanks." Sev's hands were retrieved from his pockets only so that the man could fold his arms in front of him, his aggravation causing the muscles around his shoulder to tighten.
The masked ban behind the barcounter which essentially served as the 'waiting room' for the office stood dignified with a cocktail shaker in hand pleasantly shaking it back and forth. "Mymymy so curt bon. Oui, bonjour monsieur. Cleared by mademoiselle vert foncรฉ, an individual whom is most prominent in this village non." Trefles was first and foremost a bartender and secondly, he would suppose a secretary. He'd look to the small device which seemed to be guarding the door or rather floating and seemingly appearing negligible. "mon amie, moi petite squib. Would you fetch that of which the young man seeks yes. inform moi patron." The squib would give a salute as its tiny body did something to the door opening it and allowing itself entry as it would shut behind him.
"Cannot say that I have seen monsieur?" He trailed off expectant of name before he without asking would fill a wine glass with the fine rose wine from his cocktail shaker. Invitingly yet not insistingly offering the newcomer a glass and a seat as he waited. "Trefles." he'd introduce himself as the glass the finished reaching its top with a sweet aroma. "Merchant, bartender, sommelier, and for the time being I suppose secretary. You seem quite the storied individual bon. Your eyes, they speak volumes." The squib would begin its quest to locate a headband all the while it seemed the man behind the counter would make his attempts to curb the mans impatience.
Sev raised an eyebrow again as Trefles talked, looking more confused than anything. He wasn't one to turn down a drink but a bar in a kage's office? Really? Inka must be rolling over at his farm, seeing how far the kages had fallen with their interior design. It was tasteful at least, none of those godawful strobe-ing LED lights, The pale haired male closed his eyes, sighed, then moved to sit at the bar. He hadnt been looking to drink so early but it's always five oclock somewhere, right?
"Hm? My eyes? They used to be gorgeous but that damn tree ruined them..." He took a sip from the glass; it was a good drink, this Trefles guy knew his stuff. A sound of approval rumbled through his throat as he looked at the drink before taking another swig. He was somewhat obviously avoiding answering about his.... storied look. The les he talked about it, the less he could pretend it didnt bother him.
"A tree was it? Is that a euphemism for a senju perchance bon." The bartender would say piqued it seemed before he'd continue the routine of cleaning glasses as bartenders did. "Perchance a literal sense, ho or perchance a saucy euphemism from something else tall and of the thick sort. Ohohoho. I jest good sir, bar humor." The blue-skinned oni would say in high spirits. My would the ever queer eye for decor that Severin had have been truly tested if he found the bar just outside the office doors a gaudy if not disrespectful choice. The spire itself was a testament to indulgence and vice. He'd yet to have a glimpse at the daycare, the arcade, and the two floors which consisted of casino and gambling other games had he ridden the elevator straight here. The spire was to be a place where individuals could forget their stresses as opposed to being constantly uptight. The Arashikage's way of easing the tension the spire often carried with it although it being replaced with what some would consider some kind of a 'joke' was likely no better to some.
As he made that last clarification that he was merely jesting he'd hold his hand out and the device from earlier which seemed to carry some degree of sentience dropped a headband in the bartender's hand before it resealed the office doors. "but I believe you've come for this yes, not to chat, albeit should that suddenly have taken a turn and by chance you desire to converse I'm nary in a hurry anywhere monsieur." Trefles would place the headband on the table next to the man whom didn't seem to realize he had asked his name earlier. Trefles knew better never to pry in regards to such things, if he'd gone unheard there were far more important things that introductions among strangers to such people more often than not.
Just so you know what it is you're drinking here. {Trefles's Signature Oni Brew: Pina Blanc Soju Rapidly Aged 76: This clear pinkish-yellow rose wine carries with it the fruity and fragrant aroma of a Cherry Blossom Soju enhanced with a sweetness associated with pineapple creating a floral and impossibly sweet blend of alcohol. The Oni-clan methods of clever fuuin use rapidly ages the wine to create a potent fermentation where the wine tastes like virgin fruit juices but carries the potency of everclear without any of the searing in the throat typical of most alcohols. A single shot is enough to get the average person drunk, a second smashed, and a third blackout drunk. The danger of it is due to the lack of burning and undertones of most high proof alcohol a person who consumes too much in one sitting essentially 8 shots worth will likely die of alcohol poisoning yet it's incredibly easy to do based on it tasting so tame. Of course typical Oni brew follow a belief in if it doesn't burn its s**t Trรจfles challenges that ideology.}
Severin hesitated a moment, then downed the rest of the drink and grabbed the headband, almost missing however when he did so. What the hell was in tis drink? The white haired male pocketed the hedband but made no move to get off of the stool he was sitting on. It seemed that Trefles had won him over. He slid the glass back across the table, letting out a soft hum as if he was thinking. "I'm not really one for chatting but I'll take another one of these." He took another moment before speaking again.
"And no, I meant tree in the literal sense. The sero." After spending years amongst it's roots and branches it seeped in to his chakra network like an infection; causing wild mood swings, nightmares, anger issues, and other things. They had never found out how it had happened, but Kagerou had theorized that it was because Sev lived off the land where the sero was that he ingested enough of the chakra over time for it to effect him. Detoxing from that current intake of chakra had been rough. "I spent too long around it and it changed me."
Severin rested his cheek on his hand, watching the Oni work. "How about you, mysterious blue man, what's your story?"
The sommelier put a gloved hand beneath his chin in deep thought. The glass itself was already equivocal of two servings. Ah, but perhaps the lad had quite the tolerance. He wasn't one to deny a patrons requests. Some sleight of hand and bartending tricks did the glass fill once more being poured with eloquence and pride. "The Sero you say. I cannot say I have heard of such a tree avoir honte." The shaker in his hands would vanish in a puff of smoke. "Ironic that a tree would carry such a name. Sero is a name that has several a meaning in latin bon, the word itself having roots in many a turn of phrase you know. To plant, to connect, to give birth, to grow, and even in opposition to the others it also has its roots in the meaning, to lock up. Some bar trivia bon."
Before Severin could indulge himself once more the man would fwip his hair and look out to the window. "My, my. At one point in my life that would be quite the loaded question." He'd then look back to his gracious guest and patron. "Although my life is non much of a mystery now. A humble half Oni clansman, sommelier, craftsman, bachelor, and tradesman. I was accidentally abandoned by my parents of which I but recently came into discovering these past years. Finding I am one of four children. My youth spent as a traveling merchant and to this day I still am a man of the coin. Going where he pleases and often times I've recently found pleasure in staying in one place for the time being and conversing with wayward gents such as yourself monsieur."
Torture Me Softly
Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2020 7:51 pm
โข K a i l e e r C e i n ' l y s โฃ โฆ I don't need to face my demons; they are with me all the time Throuoh the foo inside mv head I see the world iust fine.โฆ โฆI don't need to face my demons; they are with me all the timeThrough the fog inside my head I see the world just fine.โฆ ใ B - R A N K โฆB U K I J U T S U - B L O O D L I N E โฆ J I T O N / R A I U ใ
โ I don't need to solve my problems; they're the only thing that's mine. โ
[Location:]Arashigakure: The Spire - Floor 10
By the time I figured out which building contained the Arashikage's office--of course it was the one floating in the sky--, how to get to it, and actually getting to it, I was running on empty as far as whatever energy reserves I had left went. So much for being able to take a job before the end of the day to get enough money to stay somewhere with a roof and a bed. It wouldn't have been so bad if the days and weeks of travel up til that point hadn't worn me out to the point my still fresh scars were constantly aggravated, which was making me irritable. Likewise, throughout the day my noticeable limp had become an obvious one. Maybe at least if I needed to wait for the kage to show, I could sit down for a little while. But that was also dangerous given how tired I was.
But, seeing as I took everything in stride at this point, I decided I would figure it out when I got there.
The kage's office was on the top floor of the building apparently known as the Spire, as was pretty typical, but unlike the office I'd left this one had an elevator. Something I'd always wanted installed but never had the chance. Thank whatever gods there were, because if I'd had to climb stairs I'd have just turned around and left. I don't think I would have made it to the top of the massive structure if I'd had to walk. The elevator was powered by chakra and led from the point on the ground the tower hovered over, up through the building, depositing people on whatever floor they desired. Other floors evidently contained the entertainment district for the city, including a multi-floored casino, of all things. I didn't really have to interact with any of these other floors as the lift took me straight to where I wanted to go.
I was dropped off in a fairly large, round room that I assumed was the lobby to the Arashikage's office. Several chairs dotted the space for comfort and a bar stood to one side. Aside from that, only two people appeared to be present. One, a white-haired male around the same age as myself was speaking to another male who must have been an easy six-and-a-half feet with bluish-purple hair. He appeared to be the bartender of the small tap. As I entered, I overheard a mention of the Sero, something I hadn't heard about in a very long time, which immediately drew my attention. The way the man spoke sounded like it was in response to a question, which brought my gaze back to the first male. However, if I had ever seen him before, I didn't recognize him.
He continued on about the roots of the word and I lost interest, only half listening as I limped my way over to one of the seats in the room, one neither too close nor too far from the other two to wait. Shifting my blades out of the way, I sunk into the chair with a quiet sigh so as not to draw attention but ecstatic to be off my feet. I knew I probably should have asked about seeing the kage, but the guard had informed me he was out, and the blue-haired man seemed pretty chatty anyway so he was likely to engage. If not, I was fine with sitting in silence.
[If I need to fix anything let me know.]
โ It's the shift that I'm afraid of. Darkness is benign. It's fine... โ
Current Stats: โข Strength: [2] x Speed: [2] โข Reflex: [3] x Fortitude: [0]
Active Effects: โข 'Old' Injuries - Speed reduced by [1]. [9/20] โข Liberation - B-rank - Feelings of guilt are suppressed. [Lasts until Kai'd.]
Techniques Used: โข
Current Objectives: โข Get into Arashigakure. โข Speak to the Arashikage.
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Leaned against the elevator, she was heading up to finally meet the Arashikage. Her arms were crossed as she was deep in thought. Was she really making the right decision? The kids had shown their worth when it comes to battles. But she still remembered Botenmaru's outburst. Was there more to him than she thought? Let's not forget about the new student. With a soft sigh, she ran her fingers and pushed any loose strands back. As the elevator opened, she stepped into the waiting room and saw that quite a few were already here. Great. He may not be here. The red-haired stepped out as she paused for a moment. Those two... they seemed familiar. With a mental shake, she figured that maybe everyone just looked familiar to her. After all, there were more and more people and they could just be that, passing glances.
With a soft sigh, Nozomi figures that she should get some rest in. Course. The actual Nozomi was the one that needed rest but the exhaustion she felt was real. Few steps, she decided to sit down at the chairs and let out a bit of a sigh. Who knows how long this wait might be. Her arm was at the arm of the chair as she used her hand to prop her head up. As her cheek rested on the palm of her hand, she was in a bit of deep thought. She hated to be at rest unless she was sleeping. To be still, her mind could start to betray her. Of course, there was the bar and she could have something to drink. Alcohol, however, would exacerbate things. With few breathing techniques, Nozomi had only one thought about this,
Outfit: [x] [ With Uzumaki symbol on back of flak vest ] Hair in tight fishtail braid. Actions:
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Torture Me Softly
Royal Taorito
Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2020 9:25 pm
โ... and then youโll get to meet the legendary Raikage.โ The ninja who escorted someone spoke. He turned and looked over his shoulder to the newcomer. He expected her to bright eyed and full of energy at the chance to meet such a wondering and extraordinary person. Who wouldnโt be after all? He would be, for sure. And so would any fool in their right mind. However, the sight he saw only sent dismay into his heart. It was so strong that it made his face fall and his sunglasses fly off a few inches.
Thresher looked... bored. She had one hand deep in her pocket while the other picked at her sharp teeth with a talon. She was slumped forward a little, and walked slow enough that she had fallen quite a bit a ways from the ninja. In a word, she was unimpressed. โ...who?โ She finally asked after a second of stunned silence.
โWhat do you mean โwho?!โโ The ninja freaked out at the shark girl and stomped his way over to her and jabbed a finger at her. She looked no less bored, but the sheer volume of his shriek sent Thresher reeling back and made her cover her ear with her picking hand. โAnyone who ever wants to be a ninja knows who the great Raikage is!!โ
โI donโt even know if I want to BE a ninja!โ Thresher snapper back once she rolled back to her feet. She returned the jab and leaned right into the mans face. Despite being only a teenager, the shark girl was the same height as him. In the light, a black Storm headband gleamed on her arm. โI just wanted to see what the big deal was!โ She crossed her arms and kept walking forward and passed the ninja. โAnd if I donโt like it then Iโll just quit. Simple.โ She came to a stop at the end of the hallway and there was... nothing. โHey, where do we go now old man?โ She asked, turning a little to speak to him and jab her thumb at the blank wall.
The ninja, very visibly upset, walked over to her and the wall. โObserve.โ He sighed and placed his hand in the stone. Instantly, the wall otter and revealed a small room. โJust go in there and youโll go straight to Lord Raikage.โ Thresher did as she was told and again...nothing. The man sighed heavily. โYou have to focus your chakra and imagine the floor you want.โ He spoke as if to an impudent child. โAnd youโll go right up.โ
โW-wait! Hold it!โ She exclaimed. Thresher, not being a ninja yet, had no idea what that meant. โWhat Dyou mean โchakra?โโ
โJust do what comes naturally.โ He said ominously before the doors hissed shut.
That didnโt help. Thresher panicked, not seeing any immediate edit. Her breath became shallow as her fear started to take over, and she started to pound on the walls as hard as she could. What came natural to her? Trying to escape of course. However, within her, her fear rose and enticed a reaction. Suddenly, Thresher felt like she was going up. Up enough to push her to the ground. No matter how hard she struggled the shark girl couldnโt get up. Seconds seemed like an eternity until the whole thing came to a crashing halt. Literally. The elevator doors slid open with a ding, revealing a dazed and breathless Thresher.
It seemed his clone shared in this sentiment momentarily and it was through this that the Arashikage found the opening he needed to drive the end of his cane through well...himself.
The clone pierced through the chest by a cane with a blade at its end did it look down at its creator only to reveal eyes filled with a form of craze to them. The clone would then begin to melt slowly its figure composed of ink fell apart as if rotting and decaying in real-time. All while it did would it try to tighten its grip around the kages neck only to have the tendril melt in a similar fashion. The Arashikage having made quite the entrance one could say would slowly stand and have an audible crick come from his back as he straightened upwards. "This is most disconcerting bloop." This clone, this clone was given the purpose to handle the affairs in the office. Toso deduced this due to the sheer number of individuals whom seemed to be in the waiting room untended to. Something of a job which it clearly did not want to do based on the scrap that had just occurred because rather than doing so it sought out its creator and well...this was the result of that.
Worrying clones gaining independence and a murderous streak aside the kage would try to play this situation off best he could by looking around. Placing a hand behind his head now standing atop a puddle of black ink did he simply ask in awkward manner. "Ah..bloop so to who do I owe the courtesy of attending to first bloop?" As if trying to brush the broken glass and everything that had just happened aside for whatever matters that were currently occurring.
โ ยท.ยธยธ.-&Passives&-.ยธยธ.ยทยดโ Passive Stats Increases: {Descriptive ranks may be used in place of numbers for this section if desired. All of these start at 0/no buff, with each increase of 1 denoting a one level increase in the descriptive rank bonus to that stat. When you gain a passive benefit, add it to these totals and denote the source in place of the N/A under the relevant stat.} โข Strength โบ 12 {Passive: Capped at 12} โโ N/A โข Speed โบ 12 {Passive: Capped at 12} โโ N/A โข Reflex โบ 12 {Passive: Capped at 12} โโ N/A โข Fortitude โบ 12 {Passive: Capped at 12} โโ N/A Details: โ Modoro Gumo: Enchanted: +0.2 Reflex, +0.2 Speed {When Equipped} โ Ikane: +0.2 Fort {When Equipped} โ Inkjecktor: +0.2 Fort {When Equipped} โ Abyss Script: +0.2 Reflex {When Equipped} โ Shoku Shokushu: Sumimasen Meiwaku: +0.2 Strength {When Equipped} โ Arcane Knight Order : Fort: +0.3 ; Strength +0.3 โ Jiyลซgata Senpลซ Passive: Reflex Bonus: +0.6 ; Speed: +0.6 โ Jaryu: Reflex Bonus: +0.3 ; Speed Bonus: +0.3 โ Teikiatsu: Strength Bonus: +0.6 โ Soul Slayer: Strength Bonus: +0.3 ; Speed Bonus: +0.3 โ Channeling Martial Skill : +150 Chakra โ Harmonic Death Arts: Strength Bonus: +0.3 ; Speed Bonus: +0.3 โ Tranquil Cedar: Reflex Bonus: +0.3 ; Speed: +0.3 โ Balanced Master: +0.3 Strength ; +0.3 Fort โ Saiken Boost: +0.2 Fort
Style Training: โ Advanced Whirlwind Training {Jiyลซgata Senpลซ} All Speed Bonuses Granted from Jiyลซgata Senpลซ are mirrored in Reflex โ Switchblade {Jiyลซgata Senpลซ} Once per post, ignore speed detriment caused by a Jiyลซgata Senpลซ technique โ Perfecting Balance {Jiyลซgata Senpลซ} Soft Physical Use Grants a Temp 0.1 Speed Enhancement for the duration of combat, cannot be unbalanced unless with an attack exceeding current max soft physical knowledge. โ Corrupted Wind Training {Soul Slayer} The user has become familiarized with their weapon and how to swing it in order to create powerful bursts of wind. The user is able to use fuuton techniques that require fans with their scythe. โ Conditioned Physique {Teikiatsu} Simple Bukijutsu require 5 less stamina per rank of the technique. โ Stroke of Genius {Sumi-Efude} The user may mold and reproduce any ink techniques in this style without the need of hand signs. Additionally, fuuin can be reproduced with the brush and ink without requiring hand signs. Single instances of gathering concentrations outside of techniques in this style are doubled capping at the users maximum limit. โ Order Secret: Redirection {Arcane Knight} The user's tireless training with the Shield as a part of their everyday combat kit has taught them to effortlessly direct the force of an opponent's strike so that any of their added descriptive strength being used when interacting with a shield is nullified. โ Order Secret: Arcane Wisdom {Arcane Knight} he user has mastered their chakra during combat. This focus and chakra control allows the user to deflect ninjutsu with complex formless or shield techniques equal to the rank of the ninjutsu. โ Devil Fang {Jaryu} The user is able to pay the cost of a technique twice once every three posts. When this is done, the user can release the technique twice at the cost of a single activation, allowing them to overwhelm a single target with ease. This may be done while dual wielding but must pay 1.5x the reserves to do so. โ Venomous Fangs Fang {Jaryu} The user's attacks drain the target of stamina equal to the rank of stamina applied to techniques they are stricken with. โ Elemental Doubling {Elemental Channeling} Two Elements Applicable โ Elemental Body Flickering {Elemental Channeling} Elemental Shunsin don't consume ninjutsu slots โ Combining Elemental Training {Elemental Channeling} Bloodline Applicable โ Duality {Tendou} Allows the practitioner to substitute feet for hands in any Taijutsu technique when learned, and vice-versa. Techniques function the same, regardless of how useful the result may be. Training is typically completed either through meditation or repetition of physical training; in the latter case, this training takes an extra post to complete. โข Sum-Efude(Ink Based Chakra Cost) Reduced by ยฝ to a minimum of 5 โข Art of the Bloop: Ink & Brush Based Techniques Cost [10] less to cast โข Art of the Bloop: Every other Technique Costs [5] more to cast โข Ninjutsu: +2 โข Class Everything: +6 โข Class Bloodline: +6 โข Brushing Up: Fuuin Made With a Brush is reduced by [10] otherwise Increased by [5] โข Multi-Jointed: Can contort body seamlessly for disturbing outcomes. โข Endai Ika [ Far Reaching Squid ]: As if cracking a whip, the Hojo clan member is able to outstretch his arms up to 10 yards (30 Feet).
โข K a i l e e r C e i n ' l y s โฃ โฆ I don't need to face my demons; they are with me all the time Throuoh the foo inside mv head I see the world iust fine.โฆ โฆI don't need to face my demons; they are with me all the timeThrough the fog inside my head I see the world just fine.โฆ ใ B - R A N K โฆB U K I J U T S U - B L O O D L I N E โฆ J I T O N / R A I U ใ
โ I don't need to solve my problems; they're the only thing that's mine. โ
[Location:]Arashigakure: The Spire - Floor 10
After waiting a while in the lobby without a change I was steadily getting more agitated. It was hard enough to stay awake as it was, so in trying to keep myself from dozing off I was restless on top of everything. Not to mention more people had added themselves to the waiting room, namely a red-headed woman who was likely around the same age as myself and a strange girl with gray skin and talons instead of normal hands and feet. The latter of the two drew my gaze with her entrance. The elevator dinged and opened, revealing a panicked and breathless teen. Had something happened on the ground floor? Or maybe one of the other floors. Regardless, she didn't seem injured. But a small part of me felt sympathy in the otherwise depths of apathy, so I figured I would have the decency to at least ask on her well being. "You alri--?"
Before I could finish, the sound of shattering glass cut me off and I lurched out of the chair I'd been sitting in. Sore joints complained at the sudden movement but I ignored them and settled a hand on the hilt of my blade, turning to face the source of the disruption. A white-haired male--not the one that had been at the bar--was pinned to the ground underneath an identical copy of himself, what looked to be a tentacle wrapping around the former's throat. Either a clone or some sort of transformation was my best guess. Given they looked identical and I was no sensor, I remained where I was, ready to strike if necessary if any indication to the real one was given. The pinned copy's gaze swept around the room as he gauged his surroundings in surprise before ramming a bladed cane through the chest of the one on top of him. It must have been the copy, because the blow caused its form to melt away into a puddle of black liquid. The man that remained pushed himself to his feet, and I relaxed my grip again. Disconcerting indeed.
Wait, 'bloop'?
For probably the first time since arriving back in the shinobi lands, the word was the first familiar thing I'd come across. I hardly recognized the man who stood across the room from me, but enough about his actions had sparked memories from my time as Raikage to realize who he was. The squid-like tentacle the clone had used and the 'bloop' subconsciously added to the end of sentences was enough to give away the identity of the apparent Arashikage. What a strange turn of events.
I released my sword altogether and, finally pulling my hood down in hopes of drawing a vague sign of recognition from the man, took a couple of steps forward once it seemed that the now drunk male that had been there before me wasn't going to move. "I guess that'd be me."
โ It's the shift that I'm afraid of. Darkness is benign. It's fine... โ
Current Stats: โข Strength: [2] x Speed: [2] โข Reflex: [3] x Fortitude: [0]
Active Effects: โข 'Old' Injuries - Speed reduced by [1]. [10/20] โข Liberation - B-rank - Feelings of guilt are suppressed. [Lasts until Kai'd.]
At some point during his monologue, Trefles had stopped speaking actual words. Severin, now with half the glass gone, stared at the Oni with half closed eyes as if he was speaking a language he didn't understand. Letting out a disgrunted noise, Severin stumbled up in to a standing position, his usually sharp eyes glazed over and unfocused. Mumbling something incoherent, he turned around and immediately laid eyes on Nozomi. More squinting, too many seconds trying to recognize the freckled red head in front of him.
Where had he seen that face? Or at least heard that description? It was right on the top of his tongue.
Nyoomi? Zoomi? Nori? Noz? Nooooozzzzoooo-
"NOZOMI." The name escaped from his lips, a bit too loud, but a gracious smile had spread across his face. It only took him a few steps to-- too quickly for a drunk person --cross the distance between the two and pull the woman in to a tight hug. "Yyyy' grown swwwoooo much! Look atcha, y' bloss'm'd so beautifuwwy~" One tight squeeze and a twirl later, Severin was putting the Uzumaki back on her feet. The tall male stumbled a little, coughed, and then ruffled her hair. "Kumo told m' so much about y'...."
Kumotake. ******** he was really drunk if he was starting to talk about him. Severin's expression turned sour, but he quickly covered it up with a snort and a look back towards the elevator as the black haired guy who had come in before helped up some sort of beast-girl hybrid off the floor. "N'ta go yell at 'Gerou for n' tellin' me y' were hurr..." With a wave goodbye, and ignoring Toso melodramatic existence, he took the elevator back down.
The Raigyo male leaned heavily on the contraption's wall, staring at the crack where the elevator door met the floor, his expression falling again. It had been a long time since he had thought about the spider tamer... Sev rested his face in one of his hands, letting out a shuttering breath.
By the time the elevator door opened again he was fine, despite looking almost too drunk to literally function. He stumbled out of the elevator and towards the academy-- Kagerou would only b***h at him for being drunk.
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'Don't do this Nozomi!' Her mind snapped back to reality when her name was shouted. Her honey hues glanced towards the white-haired man, who she thought looked familiar as he was staring at her. He started to run and her body completely tensed up, her hands gripped at the arm of the chair but due to the sheer surprise, she wasn't prepared as he pulled her into a hug. He started to slur but she got the gist of what he was saying. That she had grown so much. Blossomed. Beautiful. Redness crept up to her cheeks as she gasped for air and slightly clung to him to keep from being twirled away.
When she was finally on her feet, she staggered back. Her voice strong and aggressive, "Who the ******** yo-" 'Kumo.' Her heart stopped as her eyes widen at him. Her breath escaped from her lungs. It was then, she recognized him. Severin. The very man who she believed her fiance had fallen in love with. She was going to tell Kumotake to break it off with her to follow his heart. She never had that chance. She had so much regrets and sorrow that was about to come to the surface. He stumbled away, mentioned Kagerou.
Of course. That b***h.
"S-Sev, wait-" She called out but the elevators had closed. She went for a run but then the glass broke. What now? She saw Toso, the very Arashigakure, fighting within himself. She was at the ready in case they were under attack again. Then the ink spilled. Just a clone. Toso had mentioned who was going to see him first as her sad eyes glanced over the elevator doors, wondering if she should go after him. Her hands covered her face for a moment as she was doing all she can to get the sorrow back down. After a few slow breaths, she pushed her hands back, her fingers combing her red hair slightly before removing it from her head. Back to her stotic appearance, she sat down and waited. Her eyelids were closed as she buried her face onto her legs. Her hands now at the back of her neck.
She's so homesick.
For a moment, she could hear the younger her, crying and wanting to go home.
Who was she kidding? Home. Big joke. Pushed herself back to the normal sitting position as she crossed her legs, her arms crossed her chest as she waits for Toso and the stranger, who revealed himself from under the hood to finish with their meeting. Long jet black hair and scars at the side of his face. If she was honest, he too, looked sad. But what was his sorrow?
Outfit: [x] [ With Uzumaki symbol on back of flak vest ] Hair in tight fishtail braid. Actions:
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Jenni Deer
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2020 2:51 pm
"Uhhhhh..." Thresher was flat on the ground, her limbs sprawled out. She was so dazed that her eyes seemed like spirals. The girl, who had more or less grown up in the wild, had no idea what an elevator was. So when it shot up so suddenly like that she wasn't even near being ready. The sudden rise, the force of the elevator, the brief sight of the village far far down below put her out of commission. Only for a moment though, until a faint noise started to bring her back. Someone was talking to the shark girl. It started as if it were far away, like she was underwater, but gradually gaining volume. Until...
The sound of shattering glass jolted her awake, just in time for a new sight. The first thing she saw as the man who was speaking to her and looking at her in some way she'd never seen before. It was... softer and held no thoughts of being a hunter, or her being his prey. It confused her because she didn't know the word for it. Thresher couldn't help but stare back with her eyes widened a little to showcase her confusion on this new sensation.
It didn't last, however, as her attention was focused on the action further in. The first time Thresher laid eyes on the waiting room, she was met by a conflict. Two men were fighting right in front of her... two men that looked exactly the same. They were locked in combat, tentacles grappling and squeezing until, suddenly the one on top got stabbed through! It's melted into ink and the survivor rose to his feet.
Thresher stared on in awe and excitement started to well up in her. 'The ninja world is... so cool!'
The shark girl jumped to her feet in an instant. "Me, me, I'm first!"
