There would be no 'turns' those waiting would be waiting for what would feel like several minutes perhaps going on hours. That was because despite those who had arrived, none would be welcomed in, and knocks would be ignored. This gave ample time for anyone impatient to leave and do whatever they felt, seeing as...the entire time the door was still partly cracked from his earlier conversations yet he acknowledged no one. Additionally the curious types would see there was only darkness and a looming stale air creeping out of the crack of the door. Charbydis and his deep tongue would be remembered, they were kin but they were still 'unenlightened'.
Those who were patient however, would be rewarded. Although rewarded wasn't likely the proper definition of it. When Toso emerged from his office his usual garments would be stained a sickly yellow, mouth missing, and his six limbs out and about combing the air like the tongue of a snake all each with their individual toothy grins. Their mouths would speak in unison where his was missing although they all varied in pitch and tone creating both something harmonious and cacophonous. "so MANY guests. BUsiNESS. StaTE it. bE QUICK. Be PUNCTual."
• Strength ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Speed ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Agility ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Endurance ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak , [12] Advanced Cloak Activations & Techniques Used • • • • Sumi-Efude(Ink Based Chakra Cost) Reduced by ½ to a minimum of 5 • Art of the Bloop: Ink & Brush Based Techniques Cost [10] less to cast • Art of the Bloop: Every other Technique Costs [5] more to cast • Brushing Up: Fuuin Made With a Brush is reduced by [10] otherwise Increased by [5] • 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). Disciplines •Heritage Keystone: Isekai Junsei •Mystic Hero •Erudite Scholar
Equipment + Style Training Passives Titles Grandmaster: Chef ~ Seafood Specialist Grandmaster: Weaponsmith Grandmaster: Scrollery Grandmaster: Armorsmith Grandmaster: Toxicologist Grandmaster: Pharmacist Grandmaster: Technologist Grandmaster: Enchanter Devotee of [ The Great Old Ones ] Professor [ All-Rounder ] Trivia: φ Hojo Clan Ink stains can only be removed with hot/boiling water φ Particularly dislikes beings stepped on φ Irrational fear of plastic bags. φ 6' 1 ft, 181lbs: A.k.A~Ika-Sensei, Inkwell-san, Devil-Squid Combat Knowledge: φ Brush φ Critical Thinking φ Fluid Martial Arts φ Tentacles φ Senbon φ Scythe φ Chopsticks φ Shield φ Whip φ Long-Staff φ Wire φ Knives φ Short-Staff φ Shuriken φ Spear φ Scissors φ Tonfa φ Pipe φ Umbrella φ Hammer φ Fukusei; Sumi Nise Bunshin : Replication: Fake Clone Ink • 1: Dirt • 2: Marble • 3: Arashikage's Desk • 4: Steel
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2021 8:37 pm
SHIONxxxxxMORI The demon within Shion immediately was set on edge by Toso's demeanor and set off every warning system it could to alert the host. She wouldn't need the help; Shion's job had instilled in her a warry demeanor, even when dealing with close friends. "You said we needed to speak on matters..." It was all she would say. If this was Toso after all, he would know what she meant. If not, it would open a window for her to act... or at the very least figure out what was wrong.
Her eyes darted around the room as the door creaked open, taking in as much of the scene as she could. Everything seemed normal, save Toso. Was it something in the office? The squid had always been an odd fellow, but surely something evil was afoot here. Her eyes narrowed on Toso as she waited for him to continue, hoping for a sign to show itself. GeneralInfo
xXx A girl with rather pretty pinkish red hair moved into the waiting area and approached the door. He’d seen her plenty before, even knew her name. But he’d never spoken to Shion Mori. He watched as she seemed to contemplate busting in. It was rather common place for most of the older Arashi Nin to do so. There had never been any real repercussions, Hajime could state that as a fact for himself. Then the gal knocked...and nothing.
xXxAfter several seemingly unending minutes, Toso stepped out. If you could even call him that. The shock left him wide eye’d, staring at the man he’d grown to adore and respect. This wasn’t Toso, at least not the Toso he knew when he left. “Toso, I came to report back, I made it home...are you okay?” He’d ask, though the question felt meaningless, of course he wasn’t okay. Hajime could see that himself, and the air had a bad vibe to it. It made the hairs stand up on his arms.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2021 1:08 pm
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Few people showed up. Two left. The grape lollipop rolled in her mouth as she waited patiently. With a small 'pop' she heard Toso as her eyebrow rose, her head turned and the amber hues glanced towards the man. Was there something wrong? Again? Nozomi really did not want the situation they both encounter some time ago. Well, Toso had no memory of it, for some reason, that clone did not send memories back to him. Maybe it was for the best. The two that stood before the door were shocked as Nozomi got up to her feet, concerned and ready to fight if she had to. the hair on her arms stood as she can't help as the feeling of annoyance and frustration started to grow in her. Tossed the lollipop in the trashcan, she stayed behind the two. Her breaths slowed as her muscles tensed.
Each of Toso's tentacles with both childlike and bellowing voices snaked through the office until one of each of them was in front of each of the people in attendance wobbling left and right. The first tentacle addressed Shion. "WorTHLeSS hUnTeR. COwArD. FAiLUre. CouLdn'T BRiNg IT bACK." The next tentacle spoke as it neared Nozomi "WorTHlEss EDucAtOR. HaSTy DEcisIOn. SpAwNEr oF WORthLEss YoUtH. WorThleSS FuTURE." and then the last tentacle would denounce Hajime. "WORTHLESS IncarNaTE. BorNe WoRtHleSSnesS maDE WorTHleSS BeiNG. WaNDErinG WoRThLESSly. The tension in the air heavy the tentacles showed no sign of intent to commit 'physical' assault as they snaked back to the Arashikage but they were not done as they all directed their eyeless vestiges towards the windows overseeing the village "WoRThLEss ViLLaGe. WoRtHlEss ViLLaGerS." they then all directed their imaginary eyes at Toso himself. "WorTHlEsS FatHEr. WOrTHlesS LeaDEr. WoRTHLeSs HuSbAnD." The tentacles would then begin to stretch and coild around Toso until he was enveloped by them almost as if were cocooned by them. All the while in chant a madness emanated from what was now a cocoon of tentacles. "WoRTHless. wORthLESs. WoRTHlESS. WORTHLess. WorthLESS." Repeating over and over like a broken record and the vague sound of what could be believed to be a heartbeat pounding over and over again echoing through the office. The walls looking as though they were melting with each pulse and the objects around them occasionally looking like the static from an old television, yet this was no genjutsu.
[[Devotee of the Great Old Ones: Once devotee status is obtained the child may self induce [Tier-4] [Insanity] and [Tier-4] [Mental Stress] and may imbue their [Ninjutsu], [Taijutsu] or [Bukijutsu] with either [Insanity] or [Mental Stress] when making physical contact with a target. Its to be noted the child in this state is often deranged and cannot distinguish friend from foe and has little to no moral compass. Thusly achieving Penitence through one's own volition at this point is difficult, albeit not impossible.]] • Unfathomed Arms of the Squid: For the duration of having activated their Heritage the Hojo may produce their extra limbs from any part of their body. Additionally, by paying a [ B ] rank amount of chakra from said heritage pool and spending an activation they may continue to reproduce limbs exceeding the six limit. These limbs die when the user runs out of Chakra from the pool dedicated to their heritage. • Abberant Nature: For the duration of having activated their heritage the Hojo may use the [Arms of the Squid] regenerative ability as many times as they like, this no longer requires one undisturbed post of concentration but a single activation. Moreover, the pain detriment is also ignored. Additionally, by invoking the same disadvantages as normal, as long as the head is severed and not entirely destroyed, the user may regenerate a new head before their consciousness fades from the old head. • Chaotic Chakra:The user's Chakra becomes tainted and corrupt, not unlike corrupted nature chakra this chakra when making contact with objects will cause strange unnatural occurrences. These occurrences extend to making things blink out of existence briefly, makings things adopt the image of being static or blurry, and simply making reality seem well, unreal. (See [Corrupted Touch] for details) Sensors that try and discern what the amount of this chakra or its type are immediately struck with a headache and find incomprehensibly alien, unable to determine its amount. This emulates the effects of Tier 4 Jamming and Insanity very briefly in flavor for a short flash but not enough to have any bearing in combat aside its indiscernible nature.)
Techniques Used: ▰ Corrupted Touch | Rank - | Activated Passive ( Active until Heritage Chakra Expended) Anything the Hojo touches in his current state will subject to having its Chakra corrupted. In the case of sages, a single touch will make a [ B ] rank amount of Sage chakra unusable, this effect stackable. In the case of Jinchuuriki, a single touch will prevent the Jinchuuriki's tailed beast from regenerating chakra. In the case of non-sages, this corrupted chakra will either begin to induce sage-like petrification or begin to warp the location by twisting and flaying it. Alternatively, the touch has a number of effects non-prevalent in combat. Small to medium-sized Immobile non-chakra inanimate objects when touched may vanish momentarily [1 post], they may gain mouths or several eyes that scream and look around rapidly, or even adopt unreal features that make an individual question if the object in question is even real. Damage can be inflicted via touch with these varying result by paying an X-amount of Heritage Chakra causing horrendous disfigurements. However, all such effects and disfigurements end when the Heritage state concludes.
▰ Writhing Mass | Rank S+ (Imbued with Insanity) The Hojo will envelop themselves within their own limbs and tentacles. They will essentially take on the appearance of a cocoon of tentacles. The tentacles then pulsate with their chaotic chakra. While this consumes all the Hojo's activations in this post all attacks ultimately fail to land and are 'consumed' by the writhing mass. This technique has a cooldown period of [2] posts. Techniques consumed via Wirthing Mass are then added to the Strength of [Rebuttal of the Old Ones]. Techniques 'consumed' by the technique if having elemental properties will typically be reflexive in a Hojo's skin color or other aberrant like features. I.e Absorbing enough wind chakra the Hojo's form starts to appear wispy. {Writhing Mass can only be used if the Hojo is actively not being attacked beforehand. It's designed to be a deterrent and counter as opposed to a flat defense.}
• Strength ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Speed ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Agility ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Endurance ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak , [12] Advanced Cloak Activations & Techniques Used • • • • Sumi-Efude(Ink Based Chakra Cost) Reduced by ½ to a minimum of 5 • Art of the Bloop: Ink & Brush Based Techniques Cost [10] less to cast • Art of the Bloop: Every other Technique Costs [5] more to cast • Brushing Up: Fuuin Made With a Brush is reduced by [10] otherwise Increased by [5] • 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). Disciplines •Heritage Keystone: Isekai Junsei •Mystic Hero •Erudite Scholar
Equipment + Style Training Passives Titles Grandmaster: Chef ~ Seafood Specialist Grandmaster: Weaponsmith Grandmaster: Scrollery Grandmaster: Armorsmith Grandmaster: Toxicologist Grandmaster: Pharmacist Grandmaster: Technologist Grandmaster: Enchanter Devotee of [ The Great Old Ones ] Professor [ All-Rounder ] Trivia: φ Hojo Clan Ink stains can only be removed with hot/boiling water φ Particularly dislikes beings stepped on φ Irrational fear of plastic bags. φ 6' 1 ft, 181lbs: A.k.A~Ika-Sensei, Inkwell-san, Devil-Squid Combat Knowledge: φ Brush φ Critical Thinking φ Fluid Martial Arts φ Tentacles φ Senbon φ Scythe φ Chopsticks φ Shield φ Whip φ Long-Staff φ Wire φ Knives φ Short-Staff φ Shuriken φ Spear φ Scissors φ Tonfa φ Pipe φ Umbrella φ Hammer φ Fukusei; Sumi Nise Bunshin : Replication: Fake Clone Ink • 1: Dirt • 2: Marble • 3: Arashikage's Desk • 4: Steel
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Rosa Havoc
Jenni Deer
Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2021 7:11 pm
SHIONxxxxxMORI Shion tensed into a fighting stance, ready to protect those around her. Fists clenched and eyes narrowed, Shion nearly lashed out in kind as the tenacles neared the others; she'd only stopped short of striking as the tentacles halted. Holding her stance, she'd try to gaze into the mind of the Kage as he lashed out at the party before him. To her dismay, and that of Matatabi, there was no response. "Shion, he's not in there." the cat mused to her. "What do you mean?" The cat purred inquisitively, hiding an air of worry for her brother. "I can feel him, but... he's not responding. No, he cant respond. It's like Saiken is not within Toso." For the first time in a long time, Shion felt a genuine terror grip her heart. If this power could mask the presence of a bijuu, what could it do to a mere person? She had to reach him.
"Tosokurui!" Shion blared. Her tone authoritative and commanding. "Stand down. You are the Kage; start acting like it!. What on earth was she saying? "You have every right to belittle me. I failed you on a matter more important than any, but them?" she gestured towards Hajime and Nozomi. She briefly knew who they were, but outside of CORE files, she'd barely met them. Still, she knew they did not deserve what was being doled out if they were just a teacher and a high ranking chuunin. "What have they done do deserve this? What have the people done but follow you faithfully? You need to-" Suddenly, Toso would turn his ire inwards, belittling himself now. It all became clear. This is what Takao was talking about, Toso didn't need an a** whopping, he needed an ear. Then, Shion had a thought that had never crossed her mind before.
This would not be solved by fighting. It could not be solved by fighting.
Her combat stance dropped, laxing into a familiar, aloof posture. Hopefully the party would do the same. "Toso, please," Shion took a step towards the writhing mass of tentacles. "We can help." Another step. "As your advisor." Two more steps. "As your friend." One last step before she was standing before the mass. "Talk to us. Don't push us away." How many times had he been her shoulder? How many times had he talked her down from the edge? It was her turn to do the same. Sad though, that this is what it took for him to finally get her to not come out swinging...
Takao only caught the last end of a chant of 'worthless' which had initially freaked him out, though he'd written it up to his own subconscious worrying about Toso's take on his advice. However, he saw the people inside Toso's office and also caught Shion trying to get the kage to act right. It unsettled him, deeply, to see Toso's mental deterioration so far along. "s**t. Let me in," he said as he pushed through everyone. He waved his hands in front of the kage in front of him, hands glowing in healing chakra as he tried to assess the problem [ Diagnosis | E ].
"How long have you been like this?" He asked as he got the results. He came close enough to put a hand on Toso's shoulder but he ducked away from a tentacle that come at him. Then, he casted a jutsu defensively [ Mental Medicine | S ]. "Lord Arashikage, talk to me. Are you okay? Can you hear me?" He spared a glance Shion's way, fear clear on his face. He should never have left the interrogation room without getting help for Toso, he should never have left the kage alone for so long while he sought each advisor, he should never have left Toso alone.
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▰ Mental Medicine [ Shinteki Ijutsu ] | Rank S | Variable Allows the user to use chakra to gently mend the mental trauma a target has experienced from combating genjutsu. This technique can only be used if the target is within two feet of the user. Can cure insanity or mental stress. At C-ranked this technique can cure tier one either insanity or mental stress. At B-ranked this technique can cure tier two mental stress or insanity. At A-ranked this technique can cure tier three mental stress or insanity. At S-ranked this technique can cure mental stress and insanity at any tier.
xXx“WORTHLESS IncarNaTE.” The words struck Hajime like a truck. All in the matter of moments, he felt anger well up, yet at the same time he wanted to vomit. The words just reminded him that he was little more than a washed up, drunk with a penchant for nicotine. He seemed distant as the others spoke. He was trying to gather his thoughts but he couldn’t form anything. It took a big breath in, and a calming breath out. Haji’s thoughts came to him. “Listen here, I know I’m pretty worthless but the Toso I know wouldn’t tell me to my face like that. The Toso I know trusted me when no others would be trusted. I lost an eye for him, the village and the villagers that you’re saying are worthless. But you’re wrong about one thing, Toso’Kage ain’t worthless.”
xXx He’d listened in to both Shion and Takao. “She’s right, we can help. Let us help you with the burden. We can handle it together as a Team. Whatever’s ailing you. Let us help.” Concern was on the normally hot headed man’s face, his one clear cyan blue eye staring at that writhing mass of tendrils that made the cocoon. The way it writhed, the effect it was haviing in the office. A sense of forboding dread rested on his head. His hands shaking, both of them now resting on the grips of his swords. “Don’t do this to us, not like this.” He’d whisper, under his breath, his one good eye was wet.
xXx His mentor was dead, Aurellia was gone he’d even failed at getting her back here and now Toso seemed to be losing his sanity. “I won’t let you leave us…not until you're old and withered.” His mind was taking him back to his first time in this very same office. Then to his chance meeting of Belamos, after he fled Kirigakure. Meeting Aurellia for the first time. Toso was more than just a leader, he was one of two parental like figures in his life. He’d die for Toso if it came down to it. A tear streaked down his left cheek.
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Tentacles grew out of the floor as she slid her foot back and was prepared for a physical attack. Instead, it was mental and she recoiled. Jaws tightly clenched as she was aware that she was a worthless educator and how she failed students, one of them being his adopted son. She remained quiet as it seemed each tentacle had said their peace. Nozomi couldn't sense anything that was going on with Toso so it had to be within or even in Toso to do this. The one with cat ears spoke first. Mentioned about how she failed him and that the other two here with Shion didn't as Nozomi grimaced. Oh, she failed, big time. With everyone chimed in and wanting to help Toso, the red-haired female stay back. She was perfectly aware that she has a habit of saying the wrong thing and this would not be a good time for her to open her mouth. With the worried expression on her face, she shifted her stance into more of a relaxed posture, she wasn't going to leave Toso. They may barely know each other and were more of comrades that worked in the same village if anything, but she was still an Arashi shinobi and he was their leader. At least he has true friends by his side as her amber hues gazed over the three that were trying to help Toso. She would stay here until the group of them were safe and more importantly, Toso was safe.
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"IRRITATING." Takao's among with everyone else's attempts at a call to the Arashikage would be met with a response, although it didn't seem to come from the mass itself. It came from the room. The walls would begin to sprout mouths as it seemed to berate everyone in the room. "UsELeSs. PoiNtLesS. aLL. HeLPleSs. AcCepT NoThInG. EmBrAcE nOthInG. YoU aRe NoTHinG. ReTuRn. ReTuRn. rEtURn To nOtHiNG. WHY. wHy bOtHeR LivInG. yOuR MisErAbLE liVeS. yOuR LoVe iS fAlSe. EmPtY. eMptY. YoUR fRienD iS NoW hUsk. OuRs. oUrS. OurS. " The mass of tentacles continued to pulse. It pulsated more and more violently with every word that was said echoing in the room. The mass had consumed Takao's attempt at reaching the Arashikage, diverted the attempt to reach being inside, it had failed. Or had it? The mass adopted the properties of which it absorbed. So what was to happen when insanity and sanity mixed? Not unlike water and oil the mass began to bubble. Like a pot of water boiling. "FrIeNdS?" The word vaguely heard within the decomposing tentacles. Yet at the same time while the attempt at bringing the Kage back from the brink was succeeding the mass of tentacles became volatile...and thusly in an explosion of what was ichor like goo did the entire room quake as a shockwave was released causing all the windows to shatter and possibly sending those unprotected flying. Simultaneously however the explosion was dispelling all the erratic and chaotic forces in the room, mouths silenced and sank back into the walls, the static ceased, eyes would close.
Toso, or what was assumed to be Toso would be on all fours staring at the ground vomitting some form of bio-luminescent liquid and coughing. Body quivering like a newborn baby fawn. He'd weakly raise his head and smile weakly with some very vague wetness in the corners of his eyes. Seemingly it would appear the storm had passed. However, the voice of Saiken would ring in the head of the Nibi's host. "It's not over."
Again the his eyes would sink back into his skull as he gripped his head but not before they silently made a cry for 'help' when they shook violently. The office doors would burst open and blow off their hinges. The cause no doubt the now floating in midair book as a corrupted chakra circulated around it. Its opening began the process of its [Wicked Fable]. When alone Toso had turned to this book for solace. It provided a deeper understanding he always felt, but with that understanding came more questions and those questions grew more and more exponential each time. He searched the book looking for answers. Answers to his failing marriage. Answers to rekindling his bond with his son. Asking it if what he was doing was right. Asking it if he was truly protecting his people by keeping them in the pseudo-prison of a village. Asking if he should have left the decision to allow the yokai which endangered the village into the village in the first place despite his peoples wishes. Asking if it was his fault that Satoshi had become the monster that he was was today because of him.. It answered him in those times of need when there was no one else who would. Cryptically, confusingly, and only now had Toso found that answer. The solution to everything. All the worlds problems, his own, and the suffering of others. The answer deduced. 'Nothing'. If there is nothing, there are no cruelties, there is no suffering, there is no one to suffer, no one suffering for the sake of someone else. It was that realization that lead to all this. This moment where those that believed that he was worth 'something' gathered together to prove whatever this 'thing' was otherwise that it was wrong in its mantra that the true path to every answer was to reset it and keep it at zero.
When the hinges came off the office in its violent presentation a tentacle came with with it. Not unlike what happened in the interrogation room with Takao only this time it was much larger, and rather than just insert itself into the Arashikage's wrist it appeared to penetrate into his lower spine. Like a ragdoll was the Arashikage pulled back into the room and shortly after this did a voice echo from the book mimcing the Arashikage's. "TAKEN BY SURPRISE. THOSE THAT STRUGGLED POINTLESSLY, FELL TO THEIR PROBABLE DEATHS." After those words were said the floor beneath everyone collapsed. The ground beneath them showed visions of a toothy maw. There were no pedestrians...yet. That couldn't be said if the fight would take them to the lower floors three through six. Assuming everyone had avoided being crushed by debris or consumed by the gaping maw anbu arrived. They'd look to Shion only after seeing the Arashikage's clearly compromised state being held up like a puppet by some sort of cursed animate book of all things. Anbu weren't trained to ask questions however, they were trained to await orders. The time they had to breathe however would be short lived as before each of them anbu included something in a dark mass of ink before them would take shape.
"THE WORTHLESS WOULD THEN BE ASSAILED BY THEIR REGRETS MADE MANIFEST." Whatever that meant to each of them. Whether it was a physical regret or mental one. What the ink took the shape of would assault them. For one Anbu this was his mother berating him on his alcholism while attempting to stab him. For another Anbu it was his daughter asking him where he was all the time while she was firmly gripping the anbu's hand to point where it looked like it was being crushed. Truly those who had the greatest regrets involving those they had failed would be met with much more frightful opposition...and yet there was the odd case. As there was clearly an anbu confused at what was happening. A man without regrets. • Unfathomed Arms of the Squid: For the duration of having activated their Heritage the Hojo may produce their extra limbs from any part of their body. Additionally, by paying a [ B ] rank amount of chakra from said heritage pool and spending an activation they may continue to reproduce limbs exceeding the six limit. These limbs die when the user runs out of Chakra from the pool dedicated to their heritage. • Abberant Nature: For the duration of having activated their heritage the Hojo may use the [Arms of the Squid] regenerative ability as many times as they like, this no longer requires one undisturbed post of concentration but a single activation. Moreover, the pain detriment is also ignored. Additionally, by invoking the same disadvantages as normal, as long as the head is severed and not entirely destroyed, the user may regenerate a new head before their consciousness fades from the old head. • Chaotic Chakra:The user's Chakra becomes tainted and corrupt, not unlike corrupted nature chakra this chakra when making contact with objects will cause strange unnatural occurrences. These occurrences extend to making things blink out of existence briefly, makings things adopt the image of being static or blurry, and simply making reality seem well, unreal. (See [Corrupted Touch] for details) Sensors that try and discern what the amount of this chakra or its type are immediately struck with a headache and find incomprehensibly alien, unable to determine its amount. This emulates the effects of Tier 4 Jamming and Insanity very briefly in flavor for a short flash but not enough to have any bearing in combat aside its indiscernible nature.)
Techniques Used: ▰ Corrupted Touch | Rank - | Activated Passive ( Active until Heritage Chakra Expended) Anything the Hojo touches in his current state will subject to having its Chakra corrupted. In the case of sages, a single touch will make a [ B ] rank amount of Sage chakra unusable, this effect stackable. In the case of Jinchuuriki, a single touch will prevent the Jinchuuriki's tailed beast from regenerating chakra. In the case of non-sages, this corrupted chakra will either begin to induce sage-like petrification or begin to warp the location by twisting and flaying it. Alternatively, the touch has a number of effects non-prevalent in combat. Small to medium-sized Immobile non-chakra inanimate objects when touched may vanish momentarily [1 post], they may gain mouths or several eyes that scream and look around rapidly, or even adopt unreal features that make an individual question if the object in question is even real. Damage can be inflicted via touch with these varying result by paying an X-amount of Heritage Chakra causing horrendous disfigurements. However, all such effects and disfigurements end when the Heritage state concludes.
▰ Rebuttal of the Old Ones | Rank S | Techniques that were 'consumed' by [Writhing Mass] will be released all at once via an explosive shockwave centered around the Hojo. The Shockwave carries all the elemental properties, and status effect inducing properties of the technique(s) that struck it if any. If it only absorbed non-elemental blows the shockwave remains simply kinetic. The release of this shockwave will additionally cause Tier 2 Vertigo to all that hear it as it sounds like the booming of indiscernible languages. Total the resource of all attacks received after using [Writhing Mass] for the overall rank and strength of the ability. The shockwave extends 100-ft per rank of technique(s) 'consumed'.
▰ Dark Dictations | Rank S | x2 Description: The user may create any manifestation of ink and or invoke a technique from the script itself to attack a target similar if not akin to Choujuu Giga. However, these manifestations can occur anywhere in the thread that the Abyss Script envelops. To do so they must refer to the technique with it in mind when composing a sentence. Names and descriptions can be used for particular targets. "The waves rose and crashed against the wayward traveler with hair of blonde!" This turns what would otherwise be techniques requiring handsigns etc into verbal proclamations. It is a more linear and simple version of Jaakuna Gūwa: {Wicked Fable} and does not impart the additional Stamina toll that it does because of this and also avoids the rank weakness for being under duress...however, it may prove difficult to compose a full sentence when such is the case.
• Strength ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Speed ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Agility ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Endurance ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak , [12] Advanced Cloak Activations & Techniques Used • • • • Sumi-Efude(Ink Based Chakra Cost) Reduced by ½ to a minimum of 5 • Art of the Bloop: Ink & Brush Based Techniques Cost [10] less to cast • Art of the Bloop: Every other Technique Costs [5] more to cast • Brushing Up: Fuuin Made With a Brush is reduced by [10] otherwise Increased by [5] • 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). Disciplines •Heritage Keystone: Isekai Junsei •Mystic Hero •Erudite Scholar
Equipment + Style Training Passives Titles Grandmaster: Chef ~ Seafood Specialist Grandmaster: Weaponsmith Grandmaster: Scrollery Grandmaster: Armorsmith Grandmaster: Toxicologist Grandmaster: Pharmacist Grandmaster: Technologist Grandmaster: Enchanter Devotee of [ The Great Old Ones ] Professor [ All-Rounder ] Trivia: φ Hojo Clan Ink stains can only be removed with hot/boiling water φ Particularly dislikes beings stepped on φ Irrational fear of plastic bags. φ 6' 1 ft, 181lbs: A.k.A~Ika-Sensei, Inkwell-san, Devil-Squid Combat Knowledge: φ Brush φ Critical Thinking φ Fluid Martial Arts φ Tentacles φ Senbon φ Scythe φ Chopsticks φ Shield φ Whip φ Long-Staff φ Wire φ Knives φ Short-Staff φ Shuriken φ Spear φ Scissors φ Tonfa φ Pipe φ Umbrella φ Hammer φ Fukusei; Sumi Nise Bunshin : Replication: Fake Clone Ink • 1: Dirt • 2: Marble • 3: Arashikage's Desk • 4: Steel
SHIONxxxxxMORI Things were moving at a rapid pace, faster than she could reasonably keep pace. Before she could react, Takao, of all people, came bursting into the room and did... something to the Kage. What was it? Medical jutsu, a sealing technique? Whatever it was, this wasn't the... no, what was happening?
Amidst the modulated screams and threats, something broke through: Saiken. "Shion, did you get that?" Matatabi hurriedly asked. Shion couldn't respond fast enough. Before he could react, Shion sent a simple message to the Kage and Bijuu trapped within... whatever this was. "Don't worry, Toso. We're here, and I'm never leaving you again." And just like that, he was gone, consumed once again by whatever madness was pulling the strings. It was time to get back to work.
The message took less than a second; things in bijuu-space rarely worked as they should in meat-space. But even being so brief, Shion narrowly missed the deluge of ichor. With a quick spark and flash of chakra, a powerful shockwave erupted from Shion's own body as she clapped forward, repelling the blast away from the others. No time to rest. Then, as the floor broke beneath the party, Shion quickly leapt back, latching onto the walls to further survey the situation.
First thing was first -- How was Toso? The answer was... less than stellar. Now a fully possessed meat-puppet, though by what she couldn't say, Shion had to make a call; the arrival of the ANBU helped her make that call. It was time to pull rank. "Men, our Kage is in trouble. Do whatever you can to get him back!" she'd bark to the agents. Then, she addressed Takao. "Whatever you did worked. Keep it up!" Turning to the others, She'd shoot a confident grin. "Nozomi, Hajime," how she knew their names woudl surely raise a few questions in the pair, but it wasn't out of the question for the director of Ninja CIA to have that information, "I need you to either vacate or protect Takao. Work with the agents and let's get Toso back."
Turning back to Toso, Shion was ready to leap into action. A maw below and a friend in need before her, nothing was going to stop her... or so she thought. Next in the corruption's assault was a most devious genjutsu. Now before her, stood a broken, frail figure. His grey hair and small, dark glasses punctuated by a gaudy suit he would no doubt call 'dapper' and a cane. Then, the figure withered, the suit tore, glasses broke, and the cane snapped. This was how she left Toso, her closest friend. Alone, broken, in need of help, and with no one to give it to him. She could have been there, should have been there, but she was too busy off on what? A failed mission and an extended leave?
It hurt, twisted at her very core till the girl felt violently ill. Thing about Shion though, she doesnt admit when she's wrong. Shion doubles down. The gnawing, biting regret was quickly pushed aside, swept away by the fires of resolve. "Men, it's Genjutsu. Do your best to avoid it, but focus on the Kage. Remember your vows as ANBU, as ninja of Arashigakure!" She knew it wasn't genjutsu; the Matatabi would have broken her out of it. She only needed her men to believe it was. This was not the time to be hung up on personal conflicts.
It shouldn't be a surprise this was her approach; Shion was a sucker for a sappy speech. Hell, this was her approach to Toso's 'puzzle' all those years ago when he first tested her to become his advisor. It was time to show him his faith wasnt misplaced.
The shockwave through Takao clean out of the room, through a window, though he activated a fuuton technique outside the building to prevent himself from falling and gravely injuring himself [ Solo Flight | A ]. He turned behind himself instimctively before he would consider returning into the room to help, but then he saw it. A statue of Jashin, three times bigger than a Bijuu, was appearing right before his eyes in the village. Jashin was unmistakable to Takao; no amount of brainwash or therapy could ever un-burn his image from the jinchuuriki's eyelids, and he struggled to breathe until his stomach burned and Chomei reminded him.
'You're going to take care of that first, aren't you?' Chomei inquired. Takao was panting already out of a mixture of fear and adrenaline. He glanced back towards the building and heard glass shatter, but it wasn't something he could take care of. There were three capable shinobi in that room. But Takao was the only one obligated to handle this specific problem. "Jashinists are here," he said tonelessly. "They're here in the village. Inside. The village."
'We can handle it, Takao. You aren't defenseless. You have my power.'
xXx This was insanity, the ******** walls were talking! What the hell was this?! Panic was rushing through Hajime’s head, the walls screaming at him and everyone else around him. It made the man want to curl up into a ball. It was almost unbearable but those stupid mouths claimed Toso as theirs. No that wouldn’t do, not at all. “FrIeNdS?” Haji’s one good eye went wide, then boom. It was like an explosion, gooey material was sent flying. The force tried to knock him back but he’d freed both his blades. Haji’ deftly stabbed into the floor, giving him two anchors. Everything went quiet and still “What...did we win?” He was looking around, waiting for anything to happen at this point.
xXx Hajime freed both his katana from the floor holding them at the ready. Then that awful sound of hurling hit his ears, it made his stomach queasy. “Toso are you okay?” He’d ask, feeling worry in the pit of his stomach as the man vomited up that glowing nasty muck. As fast as things calmed down, they went full tilt pedal to the floor. Seeing someone he trusted and respected, begging for help just fueled the built up rage inside the man. The doors were torn from the hinges, the sound of it making Haji almost jump out of his skin. Things began to get worse. He watched as that tentacle jacked into his spinal cord.
xXx Another scream from the book, giving a slight warning before the floor broke beneath Hajime’s feet. As he started to fall, he’d push fuuton chakra into his blades and extend them out to his sides. Wind would rush up beneath him and carry his body aloft. He’d move upwards, floating in the air. [ Solo Flight [ Tandokuhikou ] | Rank A ] He dared not look down, the noises he heard, sent shivers down Haji’s spine. His head would snap to Shion, listening to the orders she barked. But upon seeing that Takao’d been sent flying out the window, and he wasn’t around he shook his head. “No can do, I’ll help in any way that I can though. I’ll die if I have to.”
xXxAs much as he beat himself up, he didn’t regret going on his journey. He still grew from it as a person. He was ready to fight by Shion’s side and the rest of the Anbu. He would either save Toso or die as a Shinobi.
Takumi stood in the shadow of the looming building, which hovered off of the ground for a few hundred feet. “Tell me Tabe, do you know what the obsession with flight would be in humans?” The woman slipped her hands from her pockets and rolled her sleeves back up past her elbows. The wound in her chest had healed in the walk to the Spire, not even leaving a scar just the blood on her shirt.
“I’ve heard a story from the west, a legend of a young man who flew too close to the sun on false wings. For his folly, the gods melted his wings and sent him to fall to his death, for he dared to venture too close to the realm of the divine.” With an effort of will through her arm, a tattoo of a serpentine dragon began to move. The woman extended her hand up to the Spire and the dragon slithered from her body, down her arm, and into the air. As it flew, it quickly grew into a massive beast. Easily it wrapped around the entirety of the outside of the Spire by the time it was done leaving Takumis body. “For humans should leave the realm of the gods to the divine when they are not welcome. So today we shall be the sun to the wings of these fools.”
With a snap of her fingers, Takumi unleashed the wrath of Jashin through her dragon. Every inch of the monster exploded with enough raw force to shake the ground below. Takumi looked up at the falling rubble with an unchanged expression from her usual boredom, aside from a gleam hidden behind her red eyes. [Descending Dragon S Rank Overwhelming Spiritual]
``▰ Descending Dragon | Rank S | Spiritual Throwing a scroll to the sky, this technique releases a boss summon sized dragon made up of explosive tags. This dragon can be controlled at will but must be descend from its release on the scroll towards the earth. This dragon can last two posts in the air before it cannot be sustained any long and hits the ground to explode. The dragon may be detonated in the air or divebombed. The dragon inflicts T4 burns and T3 trauma, and decimates a topic.``
There was no worse case scenario than an invasion during this time of the Arashikage's innermost turmoil laid bare. One could call it a last straw of sorts. The pin in the coffin. The fat ladies solo. Everything leading up to this point, that point being the Arashikage's compromised state, was how all, if not many, of the Arashikage's personal attempts at fulfilling ideals and dreams ended in failure. The successes miniscule in comparison now in his head. Yet this was by far the biggest travesty. A place he had promised safety. A place he had promised sanctuary. A place he had promised peace. A place he built years to keep the rabble out. All his defenses meaningless. All the contingencies made irrelevant. Why was that? Because the Arashikage carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. HE was the one who instructed the Aegis protocols. HE was the one with the looking glass. HE was the one who should have know. HE was the one that could have prevented all of this. If not for that fact that HE was currently useless. HE WAS TOO LENIENT. HE WAS TO KIND. HE NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET KAGAMI LIVE. HE NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN CHASING CLOUDS AND PIPE DREAMS! "NOT...SuPpOSED TO HAPPEN!" The dreaded doses of reality were a poison that flooded his veins. Idealism is rewarded with insurrection. Dreams never come true. That is why they are called dreams...but nightmares will forever haunt even the waking world. The one thing that seemed to carry any worth now. The village. The thing he devoted every ounce of his blood sweat and tears into...was now deemed truly...WORTHLESS.
Perhaps that Jashinist would take pleasure in watching what could essentially be Spire confetti but...that falling was short lived for two reasons. The spire was severely damaged as cracks formed and bits and pieces of it began to slough off like snow from a mountainside a testament to its construction to have endured such an attack at all...but then these pieces of metal and stone froze. As if time itself held them still. To those who were in the tower that subsequent explosion would have no doubt left them all in a daze and with that collection of smoke and debris did Toso become no longer visible. Then...the tower. Destroyed itself. It began breaking apart rapidly perhaps it was only kept together in the first place because of this unknown force.
The ground around Takumi and Tabe was being ripped away from them. Footing was being ripped apart until floating islets of ground dotted the surrounding sky and perimeter crashing into one another. Those that inhabited the tower who had yet to be evacuated dangling on edges of their former footing and clinging to their sides. Massive chakra appendages rose from what seemed like the borders of the landmass where the tower was located. Violently wiping away buildings from its surface with all manner of individuals getting caught in the crossfire while also haphazardly lashing at anything and anyone that could be deemed responsible for the invasion..which is to say in Toso's current headspace was everyone. Anbu deviating for damage control. In terms of perspective of these anbu and individuals opposing them imagine an ant relative to the size of a footlong hot dog fresh off the grill only daddy wasn't cooking for the family today, he was cooking half inebriated and forgot he closed the grill top and opened it 40 minutes later into half-time only to remember he had them cooking in the first place after the smoke started spreading and even then said they need about 10 more minutes before they're ready. Yet...that wasn't the worst thing. Those that inhabited Arashi knew when the village was moving and based on how fast the clouds were moving it was moving fast and towards the western sea...but also at an angle. At the epicenter of all this chaos however, was the Arashikage. Eyes glazed over, there would be no more pure expression of 'I give up' , 'I'm tired' and 'lets just end it all.' than in the Arashikage's face now, if not with a little added smugness of 'I tried'. The book was no longer an immediate influence, they knew their puppet had surrendered its will to the great abyss as it was just held under the pit of Arashikage's arm ensuring he wouldn't stray from the path of nihilism its mark left behind from its penetration still clearly visible..
Meanwhile...in the Astral plane both a concerned, panicked, and angry Saiken was pounding at the walls of their seal...being held back by dark tentacles that surrounded the murkwater forest they inhabited. Saiken would then send to their sister. "I will not encourage Toso's behavior, endangering these innocent lives that inhabit this village. I implore you Tabi, you must bring this to an end, even if it means ending the life of your own hosts friend."
((Mura no bōei & Shiki tōchi targets everyone in the thread, there is no longer anywhere to physically stand easily. The entire structure of what was the piece of land that the tower was on that connects to the other threads is all just floating colliding rocks equivocal to a chaotic asteroid belt all violently smashing into one another.))
Mura no bōei [Village Defense] Rank: [S+] Description: The ten massive appendages of the Aether Leyline attached to the village used to collect resources can be manipulated so long as Toso wears this outfit. By tapping into the enchantment that keeps the village aloft the ten massive tendrils can be used to defend the village from oncoming attacks. Ideally, the massive chakra appendages aren't summoned within the village but it's very much possible in desperate situations.
Henzai [Omnipresent] Rank: [Null] Description: Scattered around Arashigakure's now technologically advanced infrastructure are the Aether Leylines cracks of chakra which spread through the landmasses. So long as Toso is within Arashigakure whilst wearing this outfit can travel anywhere instantly within the confines of the village even in the air. If this is not in active combat this does not consume a shunsin.
Shiki tōchi [Command And Conquer] Rank: [S+] Description: Allows Toso to quite literally bend the infrastructure and the floating islands and structures around and in Arashigakure. Allowing essentially full repositioning of the village. Buildings, objects, and the like can be manipulated as long as they are within and part of Arashigakure. Not unlike a full village telekinesis Clearly, this has no effect on people and the residence but essentially allows the warping of the village to the Kage's will. Seeing as this is the case when the village itself is under attack the village itself can use the [Dodge] Mechanic. While it can reposition and warp the village, it doesn't grant the ability to inherently repair and produce structures without the required materials. Can't manipulate anything that is on a person. However, if that object touches the ground coming into contact with the Aether Leylines chakra, can do so.
• Strength ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Speed ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Agility ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak • Endurance ► 8 →→ [10] Cloak , [12] Advanced Cloak Activations & Techniques Used • • • • Sumi-Efude(Ink Based Chakra Cost) Reduced by ½ to a minimum of 5 • Art of the Bloop: Ink & Brush Based Techniques Cost [10] less to cast • Art of the Bloop: Every other Technique Costs [5] more to cast • Brushing Up: Fuuin Made With a Brush is reduced by [10] otherwise Increased by [5] • 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). Disciplines •Heritage Keystone: Isekai Junsei •Mystic Hero •Erudite Scholar
Equipment + Style Training Passives Titles Grandmaster: Chef ~ Seafood Specialist Grandmaster: Weaponsmith Grandmaster: Scrollery Grandmaster: Armorsmith Grandmaster: Toxicologist Grandmaster: Pharmacist Grandmaster: Technologist Grandmaster: Enchanter Devotee of [ The Great Old Ones ] Professor [ All-Rounder ] Trivia: φ Hojo Clan Ink stains can only be removed with hot/boiling water φ Particularly dislikes beings stepped on φ Irrational fear of plastic bags. φ 6' 1 ft, 181lbs: A.k.A~Ika-Sensei, Inkwell-san, Devil-Squid Combat Knowledge: φ Brush φ Critical Thinking φ Fluid Martial Arts φ Tentacles φ Senbon φ Scythe φ Chopsticks φ Shield φ Whip φ Long-Staff φ Wire φ Knives φ Short-Staff φ Shuriken φ Spear φ Scissors φ Tonfa φ Pipe φ Umbrella φ Hammer φ Fukusei; Sumi Nise Bunshin : Replication: Fake Clone Ink • 1: Dirt • 2: Marble • 3: Arashikage's Desk • 4: Steel
Stamina:3900/3900
