Tiamat Doragon Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Heaven [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 06 ) | DEF: ( 06 ) INT: ( 03 ) | RSV: ( 06 ) | SPR: ( 03 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 04 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Tiamat was in utter shock, both due to the entire sight she had come across, and the crash that had ensued directly after seeing what should not have been seen. She lay there upon the ground with her eyes covered and continuing to frantically reach for her sword. Something she could not seem to locate no matter how hard she searched for such an object that was in her hands only moments before. Yet not too many moments later, she could hear a male voice beginning to talk to her, it had to be that psychopath chasing her naked in the trees right?! She shivered momentarily before actually listening to the words he was speaking. Safe. Callum. Girl. Not Danger. Okay, it seemed he was not completely a threat to her, at least for the moment. Flower hair girl though? Who could that be? Was he talking about her newly made friend, Raelyn? That must be it, he had to have seen what was going on before they had rushed out, and was heading the same way she was in order to stop the real psychopath that had murdered those kids! "Why don't you have any pants!?" Is all she manages to blurt out at first of course she did not entirely expect an answer at all nor plan to wait for him to give one, despite the fact her head was running a mile a minute in order to gather all the information that this male was barely presenting to her. She slowly began to lower her arm from across her vision and look upwards towards the male, while pushing herself backwards a little and into a seated position with her other hand. Her face flush red in sheer embarrassment towards this entire scenario. She was a god damned swordswoman for god's sake! How could she immediately become so downright useless in a matter of seconds, because of some half naked man! Tia grumbles softly under her breath, not actually locking eyes with the male ahead of her before she looks around for her weapon, spotting it a distance to her side, who knows how it got there? She rises to her feet and walks over to pick it up, sliding it into the buckle made specifically for the weapon at her waist. "I'm.. Tiamat.. If you're looking to help with all this chaos going on, I'll accept it.. But please.. Stay on the ground!" She says while looking away from the boy and in the direction that he had pointed while presenting that that was the spot that the danger really was. It was nice that he was not an enemy, or at least he didn't seem to be one, but god damn. He needed to figure out a better means of dress before coming to a public school area! Tiamat's wyvern companion scuttled over to where she was now standing, winding and climbing it's way up her pant leg and vanishing behind the black coat she wore open over her torso. Soon the little dragon's head would poke out in her shoulder location by her neck, looking curiously in the direction of Callum, especially due to the strange smile he was showing. Tia of course, continued to look anywhere except at Callum, her face still not returning to the normal pale shade that it had been a few minutes before this catastrophe in the wooded area they were in.
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The Future Blind ( By Choice ) Swordswoman of Hidden Heaven, Greets a Monkey-Boy
Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2021 11:12 pm
Lucius Graeme ( Huedini / Ichtaca ) Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Magic [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 08 ) | STR: ( 02 ) | DEF: ( 06 ) INT: ( 02 ) | RSV: ( 10 ) | SPR: ( 02 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 06 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ "O'. So scary. He gon' come back nex' year so he can get a passin' grade then." Lucius says with the same grin still spread across his lips that had been there the entire time he was grading this poor student, his mouth barely masked by the notebook that he lifted up in front of it, in order to 'prevent Erinor from hearing what he said'. Lowering the book immediately after making his comment, he begins making shooing motions with the notebook in Erinor's direction as the male walks out of the room with the obvious attempts of being threatening. "Go on now, Richie. Bye bye. See ya. Sayonara. Adios. Arrivederci. Au Revoir. Do svidaniya. Auf Wiedersehen. Tot ziens. Goodbye. See ya later! I'll come visit ya at home some time, gotta check up on my fav'rite new foreva-student aftah all!" Lucius says while still continuing to wave the notebook in Erinor's direction even while he was heading down the hallway and entirely away from the classroom itself, the male's two bodyguards in tow. As soon as he was out of sight, and a new student was heading inside, Lucius steps away from the door and out of the new students way while entirely too amused laughter erupts from his lips to momentarily fill the classroom with nothing more than what could be a possibly too insane glee towards the acts he had committed while he was 'in charge' of this class. After a minute or two, enough for him to catch his breath and raise his ungloved left hand to his cheek in order to wipe the tear away that had begun to develop itself, Lucius closed the notebook in his hand and makes the motion of simply dropping it onto the floor, of course with an added flourish that was the needed touch to make the object simply appear to disappear. "'Ell. That be that, Class. This is ya teacher, Sir G. Signin' out! See ya'll tomorrow, if ya need more lessons!" Lucius says while turning and snagging the cane and hat from the side of the chalk board where he had hung them when he entered, placing the hat upon his head, his fingers sliding across the brim momentarily as if he was setting it in the correct spot over his hair, he then twirls the cane in his fingertips before tapping it upon the classroom floor, and then making an elaborate show of strolling out of the classroom. "O' shoot, seems my personal bodyguards took the day off today!" He says right as he steps through the threshold of the door, before emitting a gleeful little chuckle and beginning his stroll down the hallway and out of the building entirely. Not only did he have his fun, he finished everything he intended to do here anyway. It was a fun group of people that appeared to be entering the shinobi world outside, hopefully he will get more time to interact with even more of them in the future to come.
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505 x 3 = 1515 + 5505 = 7020 Words Total Cashing in 5000 for 10 stats + All Academy Techniques. 2020 Words leftover for future use.
◤ Having been told to attend the academy, if not forced against his will, the male was not willing to be here in the first place. His father basically controlled his life, telling him what to do, how to train, for how long to train as well. Thus all of that was the outcome for the bandages around his face, well at least covering from his nose down. When your a member of the proud an powerful Uchiha clan, your supposed to uphold morale's an values as well, along with being proficient in fire based techniques. Well when your a fire based user, your flame output is determines if your really a true member or not, but in this case, it determines if you damage your body from so much usage. Having done nothing more then practice the same routine, same jutsu's over an over, all day an night, you have some lingering effects from the outcome, such as the slight scarring an burning of your lips an chin. For Stein, the bandages was to hide such scars from others, that proof of constant training, wasn't as it seemed. Letting his facial expression hide behind the wrappings, his eyes darted around, watching an examining the other students who happened to be at the academy as well. Most seemed to fit in rather well, while others just seemed to stand out by a margin based on their age, their looks. Scratching the back of his head, the male looked around, trying to figure out why some groups had a little circle going on, from what looked like a fighting brewing off on the other side of the lot. Already off to a good start, from fighting, to half dressed people, to what seemed like a murder an bodies as well, which seemed to show off how well the academy was guarded an staffed. Considering that this was the begin to their education, the staff of teachers would have kept a better eye on their students, an maintained the violence to a sheer point, but guess it was due to their sheer laziness at his point. Not wanting to bother to deal with such troubles, the male sighed, checking the holsters on his back, making sure the katana's, where tightly secured an locked. Not wanting to become an accomplish to murder, nor letting his own weapons be used to kill before he had the chance to, was at least a good thing. But wait, when would someone think about killing, when murder was wrong, an the outcome would destroy your life beyond fixture. Stein sighed, placing his hands into his pockets, looking around wondering why he even needed to be here in the first place, not much was going to be helpful to him. Unless the reason was to meet those you would see along your travels, an make bonds an friendships for your life. In Stein's case, he might need someone to be a friend, for you know, killing later for eyes.
But why kill your friend later, and why would you do so for eyes, that's just weird isn't it, not really when you look at what clan he was apart of. Stein was a Uchiha, an it was known, that emotions, pain, an the murder of those close to you, unlocked a special power dwelling deep inside of you. Question was, who in this place of weird an odd students, would be willing to befriend this male, accept friendship, then allow their murder by his hands to unlock his power further when he needs in time. Letting out a deep breath, he made his way towards the building, he would open the door an walk in, going towards the stairs an up till the roof door was found. Something about being on roofs, an being able to look at the surrounding area seemed to calm his nerves, allowing for a more peaceful thinking on his part. Avoiding others as well was just a side bonus for him, especially since he didn't feel the need to be confronted or deal with altercations this early in his day either. Taking a seat towards the center of the building, he set his hood on, covering himself, moving the casing with his swords to his side, being setting his back against the rooftop. Why was he doing this, to relax an allow the sun to warm up his body, to feel the warmth an effects of something else to feed the missing feelings in his life. "Strange day already, an I've not even had to do any training as well, looks like a good day indeed, but again, it's better then being stuck at home with that shitty piece of a father. Mother does nothing to help me get away from him, to afraid of being hit an knocked around I guess. Well, I'll fix that with a nice little slice an dice when I get something to help. For now, lets relax an enjoy the sun an breather of fresh air while it lasts." Now the talk of murder was on his mind, an out his mouth, just cause the recalling of his life an upbringing was flashing before him, real good life he lived till now. Closing his eyes softly, he was gonna take a nice little nap, but would that be allowed to do here in the first place, or was he going to just ignore his problems. Probably avoid an not deal with anything at his point as well, cause why not, given time to relax, you take it when you get it. Cause if not, you'd end up with overworking an hurting yourself, or in case, putting new scars that last a lifetime on your body with no way to remove them. Rubbing his chin softly, Stein chuckled, the thought of making his way out of here, an back to the leaf to get his hands on some stuff before setting out was a thought, or just despair.
Cause you know, shitty father, weak mother, family that upholds tradition an what not I guess. Not wanting to be a part of that, let alone dealing with the abuse he receives at home on the daily, leaving would be the better choice. Staying with family, would allow his father to know an find him with ease, but if gathering supplies an everything he needed to leave, would be better an allow him more freedom. Grabbing his chin lightly in hand, he let out a rather low chuckle, taking a breath of fresh air as he laughed softly. Just the thought of getting strong enough to kill, end, mane his father would going to be enjoyment to his life, but how would that change him. It wasn't going to, he was still going to be the kind an caring person he was, protective of his friends an family, an loved one, but more free then ever. Without his father around, the pain an endless sufferings would end, allowing to repair himself. Nothing would end everything more, then ridding the problem from his life, making it easier to live a better life, just have to make a slight adjustment to the current life was all. In order to do that, obtaining the basic knowledge from the academy would allow him a better handle at what would be learned when returning to the Leaf village, if he went back right away. Grabbing the sword case on his side, he looked down upon the uchiha crest, laughing softly, wanting to coat them in blood, blood of someone who needed removed from the world. Shifting his case back to his side, he moved it to rest under his head, looking towards the sky, watching the clouds move an float across the sky. "To think all I need, is going to be at the tip of my fingers in time, to allow the rewriting of my life an destiny, at the cost of bloodshed. I'm against it, but for the price of removing him, I'll kill an protect my life, an mothers as well. So in time, when I can have the power I seek, either myself, or with others, rewriting the wrong's shall be done an freedom obtained as well." Stein lightly laughed, closing his eyes an letting him mind clear itself, focusing on the outcome of what power he would obtain, the power he would need an seek to increase his chance of furthering his success at his goal. Well in this case, the only outcome was to take one person out of his life, an fill them in with someone new, someone different, someone who would better enhance their life experience. Maybe finding someone to date, to love would be worth the next goal, the next meaning in life, an if it works, their sacrifice would better enhance everything needed. Thinking about it, Stein would need to find someone crazy an insane for it to work, cause you know, for murder.
Now on the verge of sitting up, the male placed his hands behind himself for support, looking towards the sun, watching the trees sway from the wind, the scent of blood an death in the air, still lingering from the murder or multiple murders from earlier. Confused on what it was about, or even why it was done, need not worry him at his moment. Cracking his neck, Stein let out a sigh, before kicking the floor with his heels, flipping himself up an backwards to land on his feet, the sword case resting along his back softly. Now looking around, he took a deep breath, walking towards the railing of the rooftop, jumping up an sitting on top of it, looking down at the students an watching them ever so curious like, wanting to examine their expressions. It was going to be a fun day, or several, or week maybe, depends on how long he was thinking of staying here to be honest. Placing both hands under his chin for support, he linked his hands an fingers together for support, resting his chin softly for the time. "Now for the time being, lets see what we have amongst the others, an who would be worth the time to talk an befriend here. Cause you know, everyone has to make friends an have their support to get by in life. Ain't that nothing more then a load of crap, you only need those who can prove their worth an help you when you need it. Probably why most people tend to be alone or can't find a reason to love anymore. For now, lets see what I can find an snag along for these plans." Stein sighed, smiled, laughed, an chuckled in a row, looking around an down upon the students from the perched spot on the railing. He wasn't sure who would fit the needs he was looking for, nor who would be able to help him with getting to his goals, the only issue was who would allow him to kill them when the time was given. Murder came easy to most, difficult to others, needed when time was due for some. Scratching his temple softly, he wanted to hurry an find someone to interact an see how they would benefit him an such for his mission, goal, what ever it was going to be. Not wanting to actually be a bother, he would await an sit till someone either found him, or till he got bored an wanted to leave to get some food. Hunger would be real with anyone, but when your father would decline you food, cause you either failed your tests, or cause he was a p***k an thought that it would make you stronger in ways. Cracking his neck again, he was wondering why it was needing to be cracked so often, guess it was a way for him to cope after years of being abused by his p***k father an family.
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+ Nakahara, Kiriko + Hidden Slumber Village (Rasui) ---
As events began to unfold around her, the shy little psychopath continued to watch and scribble, looking up from her sketch pad only to watch with a sort of devious determination in her eyes, as if measuring them for some unknown purpose. Everyone once in a while, she would seem to see something that interested her, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds, giggling for a second, as if some thought amused her, and returning to her diligent work.
Though many interesting things developed around her, she seemed oblivious to all of it, focusing entirely on her art, for whatever purpose it served.
Of course, Kiriko’s child-like attention span was short, and prone to distraction, easily bored when novelty made way for stability. Before very long, she seemed to become bored of the things that were happening around her. The fight that seemed to be brewing in the front of the class had fizzled out with the wealthier one storming out in a huff. Kiri had watched this one for a time, hoping for a chance to see what cool powers the other students had, but her attention was pulled elsewhere when the threat of violence seemed to acquiesce to mere barbed words. A true disappointment.
There were a few more conversations and even confrontations happening inside, but all were less interesting than the first, which had failed to keep her attention anyway. She instead turned her attention to the window, desperate for a new novel source of inspiration among the throng of students gathered outside.
In sharp contrast to the bleak confines of the class, the outdoors seemed to be positively brimming with activity, of all sorts. She watched, feeling put-out that she hadn’t spent more time on the grounds before taking her seat, seeing all the cool young shinobi outside. The people here were boring, the ones outside seemed much more fun, in her eyes.
She sighed, her porcelain chin coming to a rest on a black-gloved hand, sagging in the shoulders under the weight of her boredom, of the disappointment that came from missing out on something.
Suddenly, as she scanned the grounds visible through the window, a figure caught her eye, high up on the roof as if watching over the grounds, still as a gargoyle.
They hadn’t been there before, she knew. She had looked past that area over and over in the short spell of boredom she was now being awoken from. There was something about this figure, as mysterious as it was. Something that drove Kiri to learn more. Though the sun blacked out all details from Kiri’s sight, something about this statuesque form, a powerful and majestic, striking figure cut out of the sun, that compelled Kiri to learn more. This was who she was looking for.
She knew it.
In a flash of movement, she began to stuff her art supplies and notebooks into a small black packpack, throwing it over her should and heading for the door without a word.
Once outside, she scanned the rooftops until she found the figure again, even more striking from this angle, though no more details were revealed against the light of the afternoon. Like a bird of prey waiting to strike. A predator. Exactly who she had hoped to find here.
She wandered about, doing her best to play at stealth (though her proficiency in it was insofar untested). When she seemed to find a suitable angle from which to view her subject, she sat down unceremoniously on the dirt beneath a tree on the edge of the forest, pulling her books from her bag and beginning to sketch again, every once in a while pausing to close one eye or hold a thumb up to block the sun. Her tongue poked out from between pointed teeth, gritted with laser focus.
On the grounds around her, many more events began to unfold. There was a massacre, and a subsequent hunt for the killer. She heard a female scream from further in the forest as well, but she ignored it all, so focused was she on the task at hand, this mysterious shape against the evening sun, striking and imposing, a true work of art.
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[1524] + [703]*3 {2109} = [3633]
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Callum Hidden Arts (Jenrei Clan) ---
”Danger! Run now! Quickly!”
Though callum did not remember very much about his long-dead parents, his mother’s last words were burned into his mind, desparate, bursting with terror. He had not seen his father for days, and his mother’s change in demeanor had been dramatic enough for Callum to understand that his father would not be returning. It was not until he was older that he understood the severity of his father’s absence, the reason for his mother’s fear.
He had done what he was told. He ran. As quick as his legs would travel through the brush. In a lot of ways, he had been running since, in one way or another. Some predators wanted his flesh, but others still were crueler. He had learned this lesson when the Hidden Arts had found him, alone amongst the flora and fauna. In a way, his reintroduction into society had been the greatest tragedy.
It had been mere weeks before it became obvious that society was no a place for him, a fact that was glaring to Callum as well as his “Elders”. They had returned him to his place in the forest, and endeavored to teach him there, where he would be more comfortable, his natural environment. It had taken a few years to teach him the basics of speech and enough words to get by. He could usually glean the essence of things he read, as long as the words were short, and knew just enough speech to communicate basic ideas, and he was content in that. He could communicate with his own kind, and those he spent his time with. The screeches of humanity were foreign and unnecessary to his survival.
For the first time, however, Callum found himself grasping for words. Wanting to growl and shriek like a man would. He had never had such an extended interaction outside of his training. This was a strange animal. Her behavior was curious to him. He wanted to know more, but did not have the words to ask for the answers he desired.
Instead he listened, with his awkward grin plastered on his face, as she inquired about his lack of clothing.
”No pants! Trees break pants.” He replied, his smile never fading, the awkward situation unfolding between the two going completely unrecognized by the feral boy.
He had long ago grown out of the only pants he had ever worn willingly, and had been quick to destroy the ones that had been provided to him after his discovery. The red fabric he wore lashed around his waist now had once been a robe his father had worn, the headband torn from the same article. He had never felt the need to cover himself more than this, even amongst other humans. Bodily shame was not something he had been taught among the trees and monkeys.
That he made the effort to cover himself now was instinctual, something not even he actually understood the reason for. He saw her eyeline, and that the subject made her uncomfortable, so he covered the subject of her discomfort, as strange as that discomfort was to his mind.
As the girl got off the ground and moved to grab her steel claw, Callum’s grin faltered as his muscles tensed with instinct, preparing for the danger this new development could present. His hands, in an instant, were as tense and hard as iron claws, ready to tear at a threat in self-defense. This defensive instinct had saved him countless times in the forest.
When the girl put away her blade, Callum relaxed again, continuing to listen with his dumb smile, as if the instinctual tension had never existed, or rather he had not noticed it.
When she had finished accepting his help and requesting him to stay on the ground, Callum simply stared at her for a few seconds, a silly grin still plastered on his face.
After an agonizingly long few moments, Callum nodded twice with a laugh.
”Yes. Callum help Tree-Mott! Save flower hair girl! Run now! Quickly!”
With these simple words, echoed from the distant past, Callum took to the trees again, in pursuit of the predators, not looking back to see if Tiamat was following. Just below the ambient sounds of the forest, Callum’s chirps and sharp growls could be heard as he made his way through the canopy to protect the Flower Hair Girl.
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Word Count
[6300] + ([746] *3 = [2238]) = [8538]
Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2021 10:45 pm
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◤Rank: Academy Student◢◤Village: Hidden Leaf◢◤Charka Level: 500◢◤Headband: ???◢
◤ Perched on the railing, looking like a statue, a gargoyle some would say, the male, teen, young adult, he was something, watched over the academy, watching an following with his eyes slowly. Would some say he was a dark figure, other could say he was a watcher, well he was more then that, he was justice, he was night, he was the darkness. Who was his creature of the night, this being of such crazed an running emotions, he was none other then. “I am vengeance, I am the night, I am Batman!” Stein yelled from the rooftop, wanting to be funny, letting out a slight little chuckle before placing his hands onto the railing, setting his feet next, hunching over an looking down upon the others. He really was perched, watching an looking down, trying to find a way to be something he wasn't, well not yet though. Taking a deep breath, Stein was trying to figure out the meaning to strength, to power, to getting the required necessities to increase the chance of killing those he needed gone an such. Closing his eyes, limiting his vision, letting nature sound his ears, the music of trees an leaves would echo upon his thought, fueling his desire an inner rage. Laughing softly under his mask of bandages, the slight muffled sounds had hints of a growling to them, the urge or a beast trying to get free an wreck havoc an destruction upon the world he was brought life upon.
Cracking his neck, the sounds of air pressure being heard, bones setting back into place, the male grinning behind mask, looking an letting out a howl low enough to faintly be heard. Not sure of what was to come an unwind his nature, his mind was set upon revenge, the thought of blood being spilled for no reason. Was the death of his father going to mean anything to him, was it going to right the wrongs he had made an caused the others, who know, only time would tell. "For now, I'm the watcher, I'm the seeker, I'm the protector of the weak, for I shall become the Batman." Laughing a little, the echo's sang softly inside of his head, the thought of being something he wasn't, made him chuckle, for him being a fighter, wasn't going to prove much. Thinking, the male was wanting to get his hands on a weapon, something pointy, sharp, an with a curved blade, something made for killing, removing body parts as well. The thoughts of killing his own father, his flesh an blood sang song inside him, body shaking an goosebumps covering, the echo of screaming filling his head deeply. Stein laughed, the sound not being his normal, this was more hunger filled, more bloodthirsty then the other kinds of laughter he expressed over the years, the laugh of a monster slowly breaking their cage. Wanting to be free, to be unchained, to let loose an allow the monster to be free.
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+ Nakahara, Kiriko + Hidden Slumber Village (Rasui)
Kiri watched and scribbled, looking up and down, back and forth, imagining some new detail with each glance and hurrying to record it on the sketchbook she held so close, her most prized possession (of which there were few).
From this new angle, she could see some more features. The figure was a boy, covered in bandages. She flushed pink as she imagined what injuries he covered with that cloth. His hair was dark, mostly covered with a wide hood. He was thin in build, lean and wiry, like some sort of quick predator, ready to lunge or the kill at any moment, faster than you could react.
He was perfect.
As she observed, the mysterious figure roared out across the grounds, his voice mocking, filled with anger. The sound raised her flesh in goosebumps, set her heart to pounding in her chest. This was the one. She knew it.
Failed to contain the slightest of excited giggles as she went about her drawing with renewed dedication, the piece of charcoal threatening to break beneath the pressure as she scribbled wildly, seemingly randomly on the page, her tongue still poking out, threatening to split beneath her sharpened teeth. This piece was special. One only to be seen by her closest friend.
Just for him.
Her attention was drawn back up with the figure’s next exclamation of intent, shaking with righteous fury. He would be the watcher, he proclaimed to the world. The seeker. A protector of the weak. He would become the Batman. She didn’t think she had ever heard of a cooler name.
And she would help. She had already started helping him. He just didn’t know it yet.
He was a monster inside. He tried to fight it. Tried to hide it. But the beast within threatened to claw its way out. He wanted blood. He had killer instinct. He would become a frighteningly strong Shinobi in time: The strongest, if she had to bet. A ruthless protector of the weak. A fearsome avenger. And she would be with him every step of the way, supporting him. Helping him.
She knew how it felt to feel alone, even among others (though her experience with company was limited). To not have friends or people who understood you, to feel like you have no true place in the world. In those darkest of times, she had relied on her imagination, on paper and in her dreams, to help her through, creating worlds of her own where she was wanted. Accepted. Appreciated. Creating her own companions when the world refused to give them to her. Forming friendships with her own creations, the only ones that would have her. She had suffered greatly in her solitude, longing for warmth, for someone to tell her that she was cool like they were.
But he didn’t have to suffer like she did. He would never have to feel alone again.
Ever.
Again.
All he had to do was meet her, and his life would change for the better. She just knew it.
She sighed as her subject cackled madly from the rooftop, her heart fluttering as she continued her artwork with unprecedented dedication. Pausing every few minutes to spend a fleeting moment watching the figure dreamily, fingers playing idly at the end of her braided hair.
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[3633] + [554]*3 {1662} = [5295]
Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2021 12:14 am
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◤Rank: Academy Student◢◤Village: Hidden Leaf◢◤Charka Level: 500◢◤Headband: ???◢
◤ Now, hers the thing, ever had them goosebumps, the kind that formed when you had some sort of weird an crazy feeling on you, like eyes of a beast had you pinned. Well that feeling was striking up his body, making him feel a shiver of cold sweat running down his back, arching his body up in response. It wasn't a feeling to be unfazed by, dealt with it for years, during training, or rather abuse from his father mostly. Stein sighed, watching a little more, checking the area closely, trying to see anything odd or strange, only caught in the shadows. Shifting his gaze softly, without making any sudden movements, the figure of a young women sitting an drawing, watching him sent the shivers in more waves, the strange feeling of a monster emitting from within her. While she was mostly focused on him, her real attention was in her hands, her book, her drawing, his figure was muse, inspiration for her to act upon. What caught him for a second, was that she didn't look that much younger then him, but seemed more isolated then others, seemed like she was like him, lonely an afraid of the world. Breathing slowly an softly, he shifted his body upwards, feet planted strongly on the railing, quickly getting a distance built towards her, figuring out the space an power output needed to jump in a way she wouldn't notice. Cracking his neck lightly, he blinked softly, jumping quickly an landing close.
Upon touching down on ground, he quickly made his way into the shadows, hiding his presence, his bloodlust, his intentions, everything hiding. He was going to sneak, surprise her, give her something to really shock her system, since she was already infatuated with him. Strangely it didn't shock him either, if she was this much interested, then she would be a good pawn for him in the future, for a more worthy fate to hold. Letting out a deep breath, he smiled under the mask, making a quick little turn an dash, standing behind her now, softly looking over her shoulders, looking into her book. "Such detail, such beauty, such grace with each stroke, wonderful indeed it is." Not sure how she would react, the male took a deep breath, letting out a chuckle softly for only her hear, placing a hand upon his face, lightly moving an shifting the wraps an bandages. He was trying to free his mouth, mostly his lips wanting to see about getting a taste of her, to get a feeling of warmth from another's touch, a embrace of person. Lightly tugging the wraps, he watched an waited, wanting to see how she would take the sudden relocation of his being, the change he made, to the words he spoke. Stein wasn't much of a person, let alone able to communicate properly. The thing was, Stein wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life, all he knew, was to kill his father.
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Upon hearing her new friend's rather rough landing, Raelyn turns to check in on the Doragon girl and her companion wyvern. Though before she could speak, Tai urged the young Sanada to press on after the young culprit, and she soon vanishes into the tree line after her charge. Getting a better look of the girl, she was a cutie... looking younger than Raelyn. She had arrived shortly after her and the older man shared the spoils of the pilfered lunch. Now faced with the murderer and she tried to play up her innocence, as she feigns a gasp while trying to question her resolve and what she had witnessed.
"My eyes are rather sharp, Miss..." Raelyn replies a bit venomously, "... and not only did I see you kill them, but you waved and taunted me after the fact. Why me... who knows, but you did." Her left foot sliding back in the dirt, as the young Sanada digs her heels in. Her feet bout a shoulder length about, with her left foot placed further back than her right one. "Now... Why not just come with me and turn yourself over to the officials. If you are as innocent as you claim, then you would be released." Those orchid hues locked onto the gaze of the crimson orbs. "Or... you could do it the rough way, and I end up taking you in either way." Even as the young girl works towards her, Raelyn keeps her cool and her attention trained on the small girl. She knew she needed to apprehend the young murderer but would hope she didn't have to take the first attack. A hero had to keep their cool... in her mind the Sanada prodigy would just keep repeating 'What would Ryuu do?'.
"But... if your plea of innocence isn't false and you just by happen stance you just have the same lunch box, then why not come in peacefully and help me clear all this up?" Raelyn said with a small grin to towards the pretty girl. It would be unheroic to make the first move in this situation, so the best she could do is convince the girl to turn herself in to the school. In the back of her mind she worried about Tiamat and those students... hoping that at least one could be saved, or that her friend didn't get into much trouble.
[ Perception: 6 | Reaction: 6 ]
Word Count: 2,210 + 400 (x3 Power Days: 1,200) = 3,410
Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2021 8:53 am
Tiamat Doragon Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Heaven [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 06 ) | DEF: ( 06 ) INT: ( 03 ) | RSV: ( 06 ) | SPR: ( 03 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 04 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Trees break pants? What? What kind of trees was this guy climbing? Ugh. No matter, she had greater things to worry about. He appeared to know where her newly found ally had run off to, and was willing to show her the correct direction to head towards. Of course, it was several moments before he accurately portrayed his willingness to run forth as well as the speed of his convictions to do so. "Right. Okay. Let us go then!" Tia nodded her head immediately, glancing at the male before her only momentarily as her face immediately darkens to a red shade once again. Tree-Mott? I guess it makes sense, they had just met each other, and he did appear to have some sort of communication issues. He definitely did not appear to be accustomed to long chats with other people, nor small talk of any kind for that matter. All of that was not something she needed to worry about right now, their communication appeared to be good enough that they both understood what each other were saying or directing for that matter, which saved some time for the two of them. The biggest problem she had was his entire lack of decency! She was definitely going to need something else to happen, to remove that particular image from her mind. Defending her friend and fighting in general should be enough to alleviate such thoughts from her pretty quickly. Of course they needed to arrive there first. As soon as Callum had finished speaking, the words 'Run now! Quickly!' springing her mind back to the point that it should be, Tiamat nods her head and takes off in the direction that Callum had pointed out as being the necessary way to find Raelyn and the mysterious murderer that had killed those two kids behind her. Hopefully they were not too late, seeing as all these things had happened to slow her down even further, especially getting lost within this wooded zone! She sighed rather quietly to herself, while taking a moment to glance backwards at the male she had just begun running away from. Have to make sure he's following on the ground, or else she at least needed a warning to not, ever look up again for the time being that he was around.
Isis Akasun Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Sand [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 08 ) | STR: ( 02 ) | DEF: ( 03 ) INT: ( 10 ) | RSV: ( 03 ) | SPR: ( 04 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 06 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Isis casually stops where she stood, raising the hand she held the chakra string with to her face and tapping her cheek casually while listening to the words that this lavender haired female was saying to her. There was a lot of righteousness in her tone, for someone who really did not have anything to do with anything at all that had taken place. Sure! She definitely taunted the female. Sure! She waved. But hey, isn't greeting others when you see them a polite thing to do? Isis' hand rose to her forehead as she held her face in her hands with one hand. "I have no idea what crawled up your panties today, Ms. Hero, but if your biggest issue is the lunch box and all that, you can have it back. It's empty anyway, so I can just go buy another one when I get back to my village.." She says, lowering her hand and lifting the lunch box up in front of her. Isis would snap the latch open, turn it upside down in her hands and shake it in order to reveal the lack of anything within the lunchbox. After all, her and her 'Oniisan' had just eaten the remainder of the food that was inside only moments before this female had come trudging along with her weapon brandished. Isis then turns the lunch box back over, while fumbling with the top in order to close it once again. She reaches into a portion of the gown she wore, slipping something inside of the lunchbox before finally latching it back in place. With luck, the entire display would appear more as if she was unable to latch it closed, rather than placing anything inside of it. Turning her pale red gaze back onto the female that was speaking to her, she giggles a little. "I don't intend to go anywhere. I am here to learn after all, if you drag me into a long unneeded session of interrogation, I will miss out on the tea and cookies that I am expecting when I return back to my home!" She says while swinging the now sealed lunch box at her side once again. Her gaze remaining locked onto the female before her, awaiting to see if she's gonna run forward and attack her or not, with the full understanding that she had already laid a trip wire between the two of them just in case. "Of course, since you obviously don't intend to cut me down.. I'll just be on my way then. See ya later, Ms. Hero!" She says with a rather sweet looking smile, before bending her knees into a short curtsy with the gown held up in her free hand. Isis then turns on her heel and begins walking in the opposite direction away from Raelyn by a few steps, her pace rather methodical at best, since she was positive that this female would make the first move if prompted enough times. If she was not of a very decent alignment, a backstab would be the obvious choice in this scenario after all.
519 x 3 = 1557 + 5850 = 7407 Words Total.
Chakra: 400
From Last Post: Still Active Chakra Strings to make a trap. INT10 towards Opponent's Perception.
Ryuu Sanada
The Princess of Hidden Sand Bids Farewell to the Hero?
The classroom was ignited in a flurry of activity all at once... two of their classmates leaped from a window right after a body struck the wall adjacent, the so-called teacher and another male seemed to be in a bit of verbal disagreement, and then a grouping of girls seem to being having an issue getting along as well. It wasn't a surprise to see the white-haired lady was at the center of it along with the tall, way to old 'student' that seemed to follow her like a dog. "I fear if it wasn't me interrupting your studies... then it would have been the very chaotic nature of this class that to do such." As he spoke, the boy motioned to the various groups, forming and interacting. The Gekkou's eyes roll though as they land on the pair from Hidden Snow, "What is your take on them? I know they have been some of the most stand-offish pair here." The male laying back in his seat as he lets out a soft sigh, the front two feet coming off the ground as he rocked and relaxed. "Then our 'teacher' is having a quarrel with a student... one that looks down on the rest of us it seems. If only life were so long to hold on to mindless, and meaningless, drivel." It was in the young man's mind, that this academy was set up as a way for the younger generations from the nations to meet and get to know one another. A small form of attempted peace, and yet here they are... students already at each other's throats. Once more a low, annoyed sigh left his lips, while the chair returns to resting on all four of its legs. "Well thanks for letting me bend your ear, Xzavior. I am going to find a place slightly quieter. Care to join with me? There are a few places to train with shuriken, and kunai, while remaining quiet enough to talk and read still. Plus, this 'chaos' is rather distasteful..." He rises to his feet and gives a polite bow to the older male he had sat with, "Either way. It was a pleasure." Upon returning upright, the younger male begins to head of class, giving a polite head nod to Qin Mei and Isidora Circe as he walked by them while they left the class as well. One seeming highly interested in the dead bodies outside the class. It was just more proof that the purpose of the academy was a mock. The only thing they were learning were a pecking order... who could, and could not, trust through their various actions they took.
[ Perception: 5 | Reaction: 6 ]
Word Count: 830 + 445 [x3 Power Days: 1335] = 2,165
As Isis brought up that she was hung up on the lunch box, and that she could leave the item behind as it was empty. She even went through the show of unlatching the box and tilting it to further illustrate that it was indeed empty. "I knew you emptied it... you and the man that just left emptied its contents. If treats are what you are afraid of missing, then I will take you out for treats if you are truely innocent." The delicate looking girl moving to close the stolen lunch box once more, though this time her delicate fingers fumble at the locks at the top of the box for longer than one to expect. It was rather cute, but the Sanada girl did catch a glimpse of something sliding into the box, before the locks engage and Isis brings it to rest. She seems annoyed and tells Raelyn that it is clear that she has no intent to cut her down. Oh... how wrong she was... though the preteen Uchiha had no interest in forcing a fight. She knew her mark had to be a shinobi, or else why be there. Isis turned and began to walk away. It was Raelyn's last shot to at least stall the girl.
There would be a whosh of air by the small girl's ear, as the shuriken plants itself harmlessly into the ground inches before her. Raelyn resting her left forearm on the pommel of his broadsword, its tip buried into the ground. Her right hand holding two more shuriken, "I do not recall releasing you, murderer." Her voice cold as ice as her gaze narrows on the Akasun woman, "My grandfather would roll over in his grave if I let you go now, so let us cut the crap already." She lifts her left arm, taking the hilt in her hand and pulling it from the ground once more. She points the blade to Isis while grinning, "Last chance... one more step, and I won't miss the next the throw..." She shakes off the girl's feigned innocence as she witnessed those murders with her own eyes. "In the name of Sanada Ryuu's legacy... I cannot let someone like you continue to go unchecked~!"
[ Perception: 6 | Reaction: 6 ]
Word Count: 3,410 + 375 [x3 Power Days: 1,125] = 4,535
Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2021 4:04 pm
Placing her small hand on her chest, she took a deep breath to collect herself. As Vanessa stepped into the academy it was very clear that she was most likely one of the youngest individuals there if not the youngest. Not to mention it could only be described as pure chaos. With a name written on the board there had been an instructor present at one point. Who knew where this Sir was located at now. If there were no academics being taught then there was little point in staying in the chaos. Although it seemed that most everyone was leaving. Perhaps staying in there a bit longer it would prove to be the quietest place. Taking one step forward she would hold her head high. It didn't matter how small she was. Vanessa was still a little lady, and no one would tell her otherwise. Picking a seat near the wall, she would slide in.
Dark brown hair was pulled into twin pigtails held together with black ribbons. Her mother had done her hair before sending her to academy. Luckily Vanessa was also still starting to get the hang of styling her hair by herself. Placed next to her was a pink and white plaid standard school bag with a heart shaped window. A charm of a plush white bear hung from one of the zippers. She would reach over and give its tiny little paws a soft squeeze. Nervousness was starting to settle in, and she would find some form of comfort in the few seconds with her plush friend. Digging through her bag she would find a book to read. Yea it might be a little fictional book, but hey it was still learning. It was academy that she was expected to attend. Here she was doing what was expected for now.
✂XXXIt's getting late, and I cannot seem to find my way home tonightFeels like I am falling down a rabbit hole
XXXXXXXXFalling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone What would my head be like, If not for my shoulders, Or without your smile︵ But follow you forever, May it never leave you, To sleep in the stone, maybe, Stay lost on our way home XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - XXXXXXIf I should die tonight, May I first just say I'm sorry XXXXXXXFor I, never felt like anybody, I am a man of many hats although I, Never mastered anything XXXXXXXXBut I am ten feet tall, I've never felt this tall since the fall. Nobody seems to know my name XXXXXXXX♥｡ ｡ ｡A C A D E M YXXS T U D E N T
Chakra Pool: 500/500
Word count: [572 x 3] = 1,716 + [[803 x 3] = 2,409] = 4,125
XXXSighing as it seemed that the teacher was done with them and there was nothing else to do, Nakahiro stared at the door before looking around the classroom, his senses picking up a large crowd starting to gather in another area besides the classroom and decided his curiosity got the better of him. Gathering his things, he got up and decided to investigate to see what had happened. Walking out to the area he sensed the gathering bodies, he quickly shivered as he saw blood. Oh man. No. That couldn't be good. Was someone killed? Covering his mouth and gagging a little he shivered as it brought up unpleasant memories and caused shivers to travel up and down the length of his spine for several moments. Taking taking slow, deep, controlled breaths like he was taught, he thought of the happier, more pleasant memories he had of his parents to chase out the final sight he was left with when in his desperation to prove the Shinobi who had brought him there wrong he had torn down the sheet covering his parents bodies. It took several minutes but he finally managed to get himself back under control and cleared his throat, hoping nobody had seen his desperate attempt to regain his composure. Pulling his hood as far up as it would go to try and hide the tear tracks from the few that had escaped during his small episode. At least those were finally getting better and he could pull himself together quicker. Maybe one day he could even not have episodes entirely and finish the grieving process that his therapist talked about.
XXXArriving closer to the fighting that was taking place over the body, he noticed that a white haired young looking child and a beautiful lavender locked girl were the ones whom was doing the fighting. Tilting his head, he hung back in the edge of the woods as he decided to be a spectator for now. He wasn't sure of this girls origins and he didn't wish to upset her and make her feel inferior by stepping in now. Though his place did give him a chance to look both fighters over carefully. The Lavender girl that had truly caught his attention was quite a beauty to behold. Long hair that would need to be tied up or risk being used as a weapon against her fell perfectly against her frame to only enhance the beauty of her overall appearance and she didn't seem much younger or older then himself. Well that was a good bonus. What stood out to him was the way she held herself. Were it for no other reason than her appearance being to different from any other Uchiha he had met he would almost think that she belonged to his very clan. But nobody had hair that lovely color and even if it were close, he would have also known about her before now. He knew every single Uchiha by name and where in the complex their houses were situated. Part of getting bounced around because of what had happened to his parents. He was also pretty close to everyone within his age group, so he definitely would've met her. She must have been from another clan that was as proud as his own to claim themselves as such. However he was thrown when he didn't notice any obvious clan markings on her clothing. Perhaps their fighting style was well enough known such a thing wasn't needed. Forcing his eyes over to the white haired child, he took in her appearance. Pretty, but something seemed off and sinister about her. Almost dismissive about anything. Like if her very being were threatened more than she was now she would not care. Was she that strong or just that uncaring for her life? He would rather not find out but he would keep watch. If it came down to a point where the girl that had caught his attention were threatened in an unfair matchup then he would hop in and help her out. Leaning back against the tree, he got situated in a stance he could still react quickly but relax at the same time. He also appeared to be to relaxed and like easy prey on purpose as his eyes scanned the crowd. He had a small ace that would give him time to counter anything thrown against him. All the fool had to do was make direct eye contact and they would be under his trap. He had found that fun little secret going through some of his fathers old technique scrolls and had taken the time to master it. Sadly nobody would spar him and give him enough time to use it so he was itching to get the chance to test it. ""
