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Norainu Zaiten generated a random number between
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5!
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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 12:03 am
 
"Bitterness is a Cancer, It eats Upon the host..."
As the boy neared the voices he couldn't help but smirk; he knew the two up ahead and they sure in hell wouldn't be too happy to see him. "Hey I thought you two would have dropped out by now" He yelled as he pushed through the woods, becoming visible to the two he had been following. It was the Puppet user from the the second part of the exam; He still had his eye bandaged up so it was clear that the medic's hadn't been able to fully heal him in the short time between rounds. While the other was the boy who had been unfortunate enough to be the first to talk to Sessou after the third round, and in result had gotten his teeth smashed in by Sessou's boot.
"What the hell do you want?!" The two both said almost at the same time as one grabbed a Kunai and the other made a hand sign.
With a roll of his eye Sessou looked at the two. "Are you two really going to start a fight here with me? I smashed you two alone and I will do it again together if you really want" He said grinning at them. Only for the two to step back slightly with hesitation.
"That's more like it, shows your not as dumb as you look"
"If your not here to fight just tell us what you want" The puppet user said pointing angrily.
With a faint shrug Sessou pointed a thumb towards his own neck. "It's clear you two are useless without help, and I already got my collar off. So if you don't want to die I suggest you do as I tell you"
"Why on earth would we do that?!" The Boy missing his teeth yelped.
"What other option do you have? Without me you're just going to get yourselves killed. While It doesn't benefit me much; who knows when pawns will come in handy"
The two Genin looked at each other for a moment before sighing. "Fine"
"Good" Sessou said with a grin as he walked over to the two of them. "Now let me get those damn things off of you; hold still"
As he stood next to the boy missing his teeth Sessou chuckled slightly. "You two really are dumb" With that Sessouresu quickly kicked the boy in the back of his legs, knocking him to his knee's and with a swift motion slammed the boy's head to the ground. The force of the boy's head meeting the ground activating the collar sending the poison jetting into his neck. "This is about SURVIVAL, why in the ******** would I help you two?" He asked standing back up fully, looking back over at the puppet user with a grin; his Sharingan active.
"T-that poison KILLS us; What are you doing?!" He screamed in a panic having watched his ally just get injected with the poison. stepping back again; his back now pressed against a tree trunk.
"Surviving" Sessou said simply as he started to walk towards the panicking Genin.
"You're insane, YOUR A MURDERER" He yelled pointing his hand out at Sessou, possibly hoping someone else would hear him.
As Sessou got close enough to touch the puppet user he reached out and quickly grabbed his wrist. Twisting it, and jamming it backwards. "Murder?.... No; I Just win" With that Sessou reached forwards with his free hand, and slammed it into the boy's throat, forcefully pushing the needles into the front of his neck; as well as slamming the back against the tree, pushing the needles in the back in as well. "Thoroughly"
"...But anger is like a Fire, It burns all clean"
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 2:16 am
A couple yards away from Sessouresu lay a box with the words "Non-Perishable goods" written on the side. Looks like luck was on his side, yet again.
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Norainu Zaiten generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
53!
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 2:32 am
"Bitterness is a Cancer, It eats Upon the host..."
As he held the puppet user against the well Sessou continued to smile until the boy's eyes closed, and as he let go of him; the boy slid to the ground, sitting in front of the tree. "Well that was easier then I thought it was going to be" He said looking at the two bodies. In all honesty he was wondering what kind of trick there was to this Exam; He highly doubted the clan lord would allow a test that killed almost everyone in the class off. Not when they had already put so much work into getting everyone ready and scaring those were wen't ready off.
Though it wasn't really an issue for him at the moment. Whatever the trick was; until s**t hit the fan he wouldn't really be effected by it that much; and with how his luck was going so far it didn't seem like that would happen anytime soon *Throws salt over shoulder*
Speaking of luck.... as he looked around the area, seeing if these two had gathered any items up such as his medical supplies he ad found. Which as he looked around; it appeared that they had. A box marked Non Perishable foods. Well this was just perfect now wasn't it. Though with what he already had it would be a bit of a hassle so carry both containers around with him...
With that Sessou sat down next to the food box and opened the medical container he already had. Organizing the items so fit as much as possible into the single box, getting most of the Food in the container as well; taking out a few small items, making a few modifications to some things; before putting most of them back. Still leaving out a few of the larger Items.
Though he wasn't going to let any items go to waist, So as he sat there, Sessou started to eat the items that couldn't be tucked away; mainly a rather large chunk of dried meat a bag of dehydrated fruit and a bottle of water. It wasn't super filling but it was food none the less. Once he had finished eating He slipped on one of the flu masks that he had left out of the Box, shut the steel container and slipped it back over his shoulder.
"...But anger is like a Fire, It burns all clean"
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 5:32 am
As Takeo searched around the house for a means to see where the sounds of the sobbing were coming from, he would note that the area in which the weeping was coming from was completely boarded up and sealed tight. He could tell that there was a window at one point where the crying was the loudest, however, there were sturdy boards that covered the window, in addition, Takeo would hear the sounds of faint scratching, as if someone was trying to carve their way out of the room feebly with a kunai. Though… judging from the height of the scratching sounds the individual only seemed like they would be a couple of feet high, a younger child would probably fit in that height category.
Circling around what was left of the cabin that Takeo was investigating, he would note that the front door was nigh torn off its hinges, it dangled by a few measly screws, inside of the cabin a lot of the furniture and even some really old dishes were set out in the house. A health coating of dust covered some family portraits that were impossible to make out without cleaning them. There was evidence of a small child that once lived here, a girl judging by the toys that were littered around hap-hazardly. The room in which Takeo heard the crying was behind a door that had been boarded up, two boards forming an ‘X’ could be seen from the doorway and also a majority of available windows in the cabin itself. The planks and the wooded door frame had all but rotted away, even in his weakened state he would easily be able to pry off the planks that were in front of this door. From the doorway he would also be able to see a pair of skeletal remains of humans, in the far left corner near the stove was the remained of a woman, still draped in her ratty dress and a rusty, pitted hatched lodged firmly in her back, pretty well at the door way entrance and to the right was the man of the house, his skull separated from the rest of this crumpled bones that lay under a noose. Dried, crusted blood had stained the front of his shirt.
There are a various amount of odds and ends in this cabin, but it’s hard to gage their usefulness or even what all this place can offer just at the entrance of this building. There doesn’t appear to be anything that could immediately harm Takeo either, spare perhaps a few spots on the floor that look like they are about to give in.
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Vinycent11 generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
22!
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:28 am
  Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveIt took quite sometime for the Stranger to collect himself; he was not very sure of what exactly just happened, but he knew that it was not something of preference to repeat. He took in a hollow but slow and deep breath, and slowly stood up. He scanned the area, with unaided vision just in case it was his Sharingan miss-firing due to the poison or something else. Playing it safe he tried to sniff around, but was unable to smell anything beyond his own decay and blood.
How many days had he been here now, three or four? That seizure smacked his brain inside his skull around like Andre Arlofsky. His neck hurt terrible, it seemed that during his spasms they vibrated around; not enough to cause the air bubbles to be released, but certainly enough to bring his attention back to them. The head ache was staring to affect his willingness to keep his eyes open. He persevered and decided to press on despite his weariness.
His breathing was shallow and constant, his mind was starting to crack; but he glared bitter hatred into the void, burning and livid he refused to fall. As he stalked through the forest his thoughts focused and renewed his purpose. He would find her, he no longer knew why. The Stranger truly no longer cared, for now it was the one thing keeping him upright. His lips were chapped and cracking, the nausea was temporarily halted due to the severity of his head splitting in twain. His joints ached, his arms felt deadened and he did not want to lift them. If it was necessary he was capable; but it was iffy he would register them beyond the need to grab something for survival.
So onward he pressed, slowly dying from the inside out.. The Stranger was falling deeper into the abyss; if it was even possible.
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Assaulted Peanut generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
37!
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 1:11 pm
 Character Theme: Rin Toshite Saku Hana no Gotoku Serene had no idea where she was supposed to go, there had to be some way to remove the collar and save herself from the poison, but putting all of her effort into finding that would mean she was more vulnerable to more direct survival needs, and there were always the others that would be out for her life. She already knew what was important in this situation, however. She needed to know her own position at all times, she couldn't allow herself to get lost. She needed to gather together as many supplies as she could, right now she only had her weapons and the wood that her casket had been made out of. Not having food or water was definitely a problem, and would probably speed up the damage that the poison would do, but like the poison those were long-term needs, she could go at least a day or two before they became necessities. She needed a safe shelter, especially if she was poisoned and wasn't going to be getting adequate food pr hydration, she would need to be able to conserve energy by getting a lot of rest, and it had to be someplace safe where she wasn't in danger of being stabbed through in her sleep. For that she was lucky she was alone, the hole underground where her casket was actually made a good hiding place, and the hole she had used to escape using her kekei genkai provided air, and it was a place only she could freely access. When deconstructing her casket, she needed to leave enough of it behind so her hiding space didn't collapse in on itself...
Serene may have not had the natural ability that the rest of the clan had, but one thing she had over everyone else was survival experience. If it wasn't for the poison, she was certain that she could outlast every one of the other genin, even some of the chunin. Her first thing she had to do was search around the area, she had to get a feel for it, get the whole place committed to memory. Her only defense against unexpected attacks was a mastery over her terrain, she had to be able to know they were coming before they could launch an attack. Also the only way she would find a cure for the poison was by venturing out of her 'safe zone'...
Serene sighed, fighting the effects of the poison as she wandered in a single direction, getting the lay of the land and seeing what she came across. Her sword was at her hip, but her attached dagger was in her hand at all times. Not only could it be used for defense if anyone or anything attacked her, but she also needed it to mark her trail, marking trees, rocks, anything she knew could lead her back to where her casket was.
Training word count:
Training bonus: Focus Type - 50% off abilities based off Great Fireball Technique
New Jutsu
~None~
Jutsu List
C Rank - Photon Shift (Kekei Genkai)
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Widespread Ruin
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Blazing Sword
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Explosive Shot
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Fire Phalanx
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Burst Mine
C Rank - Inverted Great Fireball Technique: Flame Eater
C Rank - Iaijutsu
C Rank - Battojutsu
D Rank - Iaijutsu: Blazing Slash
D Rank - Battojutsu: Slip Strike
D Rank - Blindsense
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:41 pm
 ~Fire is my soul.....~
Takeo crept around to the doorway after realizing the window was inaccessible. Inside things had happened, quite violently by the looks of things. Nothing looked usable after some investigation. This might be a decent homebase if he took care of the person inside the closed off room. Takeo was having second thoughts as he approached the boarded doorway. Did this person? do all of this? Or was it like this before? Of this fact, he wasn't so sure. On the other hand, he had come this far so he was going to finish it. He pried the boards off of the doorway and reached for the handle.
Before he reached it, he realized that after he took care of this problem, he would need to address his weak stature. Food and water were going to be his next goals. He grasped the door handle and slowly opened the door slowly to reveal the inside.
~..........and it burns brighter than yours.~
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:27 pm
With a creeping creak of the door way the darkness that was once there scattered around to the corners of the room where Takeo was investigating. Inside the room there was a small bed, decayed with time and eaten by moths and other rodents that had once taken up residency there. There was no life in this room, but entering the dark place Takeo would notice that painted in red the words ‘Daddy, please let me out’ were scrawled over and over again all over the walls, bits and pieces of white shards were embedded into the wall along with broken fingernails at various points in the repeated phase. On the left wall there was a mirror, starting to become blackened with age, on the left side of the room, near the door rested a vanity, in the middle of the room, a doll sat on a table in front of the mirror, the doll was turned to the side, so that it was looking towards the mirror. The roof is still relatively intact in this room, there is a notebook on the table beside the doll, the window is too sturdy to be broken down without a hammer or something similar. There is a chest near the foot of the bed, but it looks like it needs a key to open it.
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Vinycent11 generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
66!
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:35 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveThe Stranger leaned heavily against a tree, weariness was threatening his dehydrated form. There was little he could feel right now other than his pounding head ache, for a moment he even forgot he was collared. If he didn't find water soon he may collapse, shortly after that he would die. Surprisingly once the human body begins to exude the process of starvation mode, it actually gave the individual almost an extra three days to live. Provided this was after they ceased to be able to speak, the break down of their muscle as the body physically digests them for sustenance and lose most cognitive reasoning.
Determination to not drop dead kept him alive, kept him walking. His breathing was ragged and labored but he continued to trudge on in a single direction. He saw little point in altering course and decided the all other avenues would end in futility. For now he silently agreed with the deities he would drink from a bloodied lake, for all he cared he needed hydrate himself. Clearing his throat with a cough, he snorted and collected the material in his mouth as he spat a bloodied phlegm onto the ground. He shrugged off the tree and began the march onward.
Ever onward, he actually had begun to peer in and sit with Karasu in the depths of his mind. He was so utterly alone it burned at his mind, he knew if Hebi was really watching she either was enjoying herself greatly; or she wasn't there at all because surely she would have thrown a denizen of the dark at him by now. Hell even attacked him herself, a direct assault by a chunin may have very well been the nail that drove the coffin home. In which case he planned on putting as much distance between him and his coffin as possible. Just to make it difficult on the bastards.
The glaring glow swam in his vision and left after images burned into the sky in smokey trails once he removed them from his focus. Things were starting to intermix now, between his sight going haywire; everything he heard was amplified to a deafening degree. He couldn't feel anything, and what he could feel was agonizing and torturous. If he had been tortured after this, assuming he survived, he would laugh hard. This was a true test. He could see that now.
That's right. He. Could. See. In a moment of brain addled by delirium, the Stranger decided to activate his Sharingan. Big, mistake. There was a huge influx of color and he vomited, blood. There was no time to lift his mask, and the force of his heaving cause him to lurch forward yet remain standing. There was a sound of splashing against his mask, and it slowly seeped through his masks teeth as well as the bottom of the chin. Through it all he noticed something. The chakra, the veins and the pulse were moving much like blood vessels; there was a moment of clarity. Silence filled the void as he began to chuckle.
At first it was low, but before long it bubbled off into laughter manic and crazed. He hands were gripping the sides of his face before he ran them down the front of his mask as if an attempt to claw his face from his skull. It continued for a moment before he died down into a fit of coughing and he turned his Sharingan off. It now smelled more strongly of perforated intestines and old blood than it had the days previous. He began his trek forward, though this time there was something worse than before. This time it had nothing to due with his physical health. From a distance, a particularly science fiction oriented individual might confuse him with the reanimated walking dead.
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DragnGuy7 generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
4!
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:37 pm
~Fire is my soul.....~
Takeo studied the room for something of use, but quickly became disappointed. The chest didn't open, the bed had rotted away any comfort it might have held, and there wasn't anything of use on the table. The doll looked pretty odd, especially with its position to the mirror, but Takeo didn't dwell too long on it. Nothing in the room looked like the key he needed to open the chest either.
After searching the room, Takeo quickly came to a strange conundrum. Who or what had been making the scratching and sobbing? There wasn't anyone in this room. This was very strange taking into account of the writing on the wall and the whole point of barricading whatever into this room if nothing was here. The last thing his eyes fell upon was the notebook near the doll. His first thought was the damn thing would fall apart like everything else in this house was doing or in the process of. He flipped it open to see if anything of interest was inside. At the very least, it might give him some insight to his surroundings.
~..........and it burns brighter than yours.~
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:55 am
The note book that was located beside the doll seemed to be some sort of picture diary that the little girl of the house seemed to keep. The book is indeed failing apart from age and the unfavourable conditions of the swamp, the pages are yellowed and there seems to be a black mold growing on the corners of a few pages, the bindings of the book are loose and a few of the pages seem to have been torn out.
The pictures are pretty crude, reinforcing the idea of how young the child was who occupied the room before it was all sealed up. She seems to have made a picture everyday so it would be fairly easy to create something of a time line for what happened in the household. Judging from the crude drawings in the book, the family was a fairly happy one. For the first few weeks all seemed well with the father and daughter or the mother and the daughter were doing normal things. During the middle of the third week was when the drawings were getting strange. The little girl was starting to draw figures outside of her house, the stick men that made up the drawings had blacked out faces, inside the house and behind the window the crude representation of the girl crying. The next day seemed normal again, in fact, the next couple of pictures were back to normal. The next week, somewhere during the mid-week the girl had drawn these stickmen with the blacked out faces again, this time there seemed to be a sad child tucked under their arms and going into the woods.
The next page has been torn out.
The pattern seems to continue throughout the book, with the black faced men carrying more and more what appeared to be children out into the woods with them. The diary seems to end with the family starting to become rather sad. If Takeo wanted to search the room, he would likely find a continuation to this picture diary. While he was reading the book, a soft clicking sound was coming from the room somewhere. The eyes of the doll seemed to be watching him, though considering the situation that he found himself in that it was more than likely his imagination.
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Vinycent11 generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
76!
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 2:03 pm
Sharingan, One Tomoe: InactiveHis was close, or he felt close. No longer sure whether he was alive or dead. Everything hurt, it would be so much better if it would just go away. Or maybe he had to go away, maybe he was the problem all along and he never knew it. Suddenly he was staring down at the ground and there he was. His eyes narrowed in suspicious spite; for it was not the Stranger but it was Haruki himself. He lay on the ground unmoving, though his eyes were wide and he was watching the Stranger approach.
Oh course this was a dream, it had to be right? He hadn't escaped that feeble boy's mind and body yet. Or had he? He was unsure about a lot of late. He knelt beside the boy with glee laughing sadistically with heavy rasping coughs in between."Well now Karasu, what are we doing here?"He was looking at him in disbelief when something odd happened. Haruki started to move lifting his arm slowly, then sitting up. Until he was crouched exactly the same as he was himself, the Stranger spied him cruelly. Haruki reached towards the Stranger and he attempted to recoil and his eyes widened in alarm, instead of jumping back his arm mirrored the identical boy. Haruki's arm melded into through and inside his own, fear clutched at him as the cold began to ice through veins from the arm down to his finger tips.
He tried wrenching his arm back and it was as if his bicep down were held fast in cement. Panic struck him as his mind wondered at the speed of light, what was happening? Haruki never said a word but he had the smallest of smiles as he continued to come into more of the Stranger. The boy flexed his finger, his damned fingers!! He couldn't fight him as his arm and shoulder began to turn and reach back behind him of Haruki's accord, not his own.
He couldn't feel what was happening until her heard the fastening button get unsnapped. The Stranger realized at once what his game was, he was going to kill him. Frantically he tried to claw and clutch at his arm to stop it but to no avail, Haruki was crouched next to him and slowly but surely taking his kunai out. Finally, the arm stared to come back around. Haruki began to whistle softly as if this was child's play for him."No, ******** you. I won't let you.. you ********... piece of s**t.. just go... die!!!"He closed his eyes he refused to let this happen, he would not see it. He would not! Then finally, it was quiet. The whistling stopped, he opened his eyes slowly. His hand was there and he was holding a ration of water. Something to be used in an emergency situation. His first impulse was to drink his fill, but he knew that would only worsen his condition. Hesitantly, he took a swig of water; just enough to make his mouth wet. He swallowed and he could feel every stabbing shred of his exceptionally raw esophagus.
How had he forgotten about this. No matter, he had enough to last if he continued to use it sparingly. There was a soft whistling, the Stranger pulled a kunai and whirled around with a hiss. But there was nothing there... he was starting to get annoye with the ******** place!
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Holy Emperor Raigin generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
7!
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 6:40 pm
 Yasuhiro Uchiha
It wasn't very hard to figure out what to do next. The others would most likely have set out by now. He doubted he was the first to break free of their prison, many of them having much better tools to do it with. On the positive side it didn't take any chakra for him to get out. The others might have wasted some of their chakra in the escape. I may not be the fastest or the strongest but at least I can conserve my chakra. he thought with a smile
He had spent the better part of an hour now scouting the area around his little makeshift base. As he did he placed wires along the route which he led back to his hole beneath the rock. Then tieing a kunai to the end of each of them he let them hang over the edge of the hole. He didn't have much to do so he set to digging the hole out and packing down the dirt on the sides. This allowed the kunai to hang freely so he could monitor them more closely.
Finally he had a roomy area to stay in beneath his rock. He had enough room to easily move about and he had used some of the dirt he pulled out to camouflage the rock and make it seem like it had been there longer. Covering up its original spot and the tracks leading to its new location. Now he had laid down his net, a web like a spider. He just had to wait for someone to trip his web.
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Reaver428 generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
19!
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:30 pm
Uchiha Koto
"Your first cut..."
Koto simply continued along playing his flute... looking for signs of other genin...or someone else...
He found him self wondering how his teammates were doing. He knew Sessouresu would be fine. He was too stubborn to die. He main concern lie with Takeo, Haruki, and Serene...
He could only hope for their safety as he continued to walk wondering if the sound of his flute caught any ears...
He began to wonder about the activation of Sharingan... he always thought that he had stopped caring about his fathers opinion...he thought he'd given up on finding maternal affection...or even desiring it...but to here it from the "horse's mouth" so to speak...
He pushed the thoughts out of his mind and focused his feelings into each note to try and expell them and keep them from swaying his focus...one never knew who might be attracted by the sound of his flute... or what...
"...should be your last"
Reminiscing in a dark land...
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Dedicated Conversationalist
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Assaulted Peanut generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
40!
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:31 pm
Character Theme: Rin Toshite Saku Hana no GotokuHer head was throbbing...the entire world felt like it was spinning... The fact that her stomach was empty was the only reason that its contents weren't on the ground right now...
The poison was doing a number on her...the work that she was doing was causing her blood to move faster, causing the poison to surge through her faster and more effectively. Just thinking about it was making her feel even worse, but she didn't have much else to think about. She had already made her rounds, the area around her was pretty much in her memory. She had grabbed a few things that she would need, a few rocks that were the right shape and a few sticks from the trees... She was able to make a few tools, a makeshift hammer and shovel, there were plenty of preparations she needed to make. She'd just have to keep ignoring the poison's effects as much as she could.
It was several hours later that Serene had finished all of the work she had set out to do, but it certainly didn't look like she had done much. There was a pile of some broken wood pieces, both sticks she had found and remnants of the casket she started in, in the center of the area. What others wouldn't be able to see were the makeshift traps she had set, none of them were as lethal as she would have liked them to be, but they would do the job of stopping any attackers cold. Now to complete her defensive net...Serene made the hand seals for the fireball technique, however instead of igniting like a normal fireball, it was formed into a few spheres, all inactive, that was unless they came in contact with a source of chakra that wasn't hers. Once any other chakra-carrying being came near, a nice explosion would erupt. She placed them in the perimeter around her, making certain none of them were too close to eachother or to her.
Serene knew that it was possible that someone was watching her place her traps, that someone could just be waiting for a vulnerable moment for her to strike. She knew better than to rest thinking her traps would protect her. However, the enemy didn't know that she knew that. She used the wood she had gathered to start a fire and laid down near the blaze, letting the warmth of the flames drive away the cold. It looked like she was letting herself rest, but while her body was at rest, her mind was wide awake. Her shut eyes listened for any sounds beyond the crackling of the flames. Surely the light was going to attract someone, and she would be ready when it did. Better to draw your enemies to you than wait for them to strike when your back was turned. Because she knew they were there...waiting, watching, ready to end her life...somewhere around her...maybe even everywhere around her...
No, she wasn't paranoid, not at all...
Training word count:
Training bonus: Focus Type - 50% off abilities based off Great Fireball Technique
New Jutsu
~None~
Jutsu List
C Rank - Photon Shift (Kekei Genkai)
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Widespread Ruin
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Blazing Sword
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Explosive Shot
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Fire Phalanx
C Rank - Great Fireball Technique: Burst Mine
C Rank - Inverted Great Fireball Technique: Flame Eater
C Rank - Iaijutsu
C Rank - Battojutsu
D Rank - Iaijutsu: Blazing Slash
D Rank - Battojutsu: Slip Strike
D Rank - Blindsense
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