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Hedoro waited until the last passenger beside herself left the ferry. The boat ride had been interminably boring, not to mention frustrating. So many targets, so many victims, but so close together that she couldn't grab any of them unless everyone happened to be busy. Such as when everyone rushed against the exit when the ferry finally pulled into it's port. Likely, nobody would notice there was one less passenger now, rather than how many had boarded. And even if they did, so what? There were far too many humans as it stood anyways, one less wouldn't even change anything. Finally, when the coast was clear, she disembarked from the ferry, making the transition from sea legs to land legs without the slightest effort. It really shouldn't have been surprising, after all, she didn't have all those painfully inefficient human organs and biological systems to worry about, did she? That's not to say she couldn't willingly take on those primitive systems, recreate them within her own substance, but why would she want to do that? Yes, it would give her a much better disguise than her rather attention grabbing outfit of hundreds of rags and scraps of cloth, but even so, the handicaps outweighed the perks by a wide margin most of the time. She was just moving past the bulk of the crowds on the dock when an uproar started out somewhere behind her. Normally, she wouldn't have bothered turning, she could hear just as well from any angle, but she forced herself to respond like a hated human, twisting her body to only the slightest degree as she spun at the waist. Several people were rushing around, but with her senses as limited as they were, she couldn't tell anything more than that. Her senses worked fine for battle, for getting through under only the most basic of information. It was basically something similar to echolocation, or perhaps sonar. She knew where things were, and their sizes, but not much more. Grumbling to herself, she convinced herself that she would need a bit more information to fully figure out what was going on. Concentrating, sh formed an eye in the center of her forehead, and carefully slid it out between the layers of rags and bandages. It was an eye, anyone could likely tell that at a glance, even if it was pretty different from any other kind of eye. For starters, it wasn't very sensitive to touch, only as much as the rest of her. As well, it was all virtually the same color, there was no pupil to speak of, and the iris and sclera appeared to be combined. But it worked, and that was all that mattered. So she extended her eye a little further, taking a moment to get used to the bizarre sensation that was sight. As well, now that she was standing still, she could listen to the commotion better. Looking back towards the docks and ferries, she realized that all the people that were running around were wearing the same clothes, virtually identical. They were slightly decorated, and a bit more formal than normal wear. That wasn't good, those were uniforms. That meant they were likely with the military, or the police, or the Anbu, or something else similar to that. No matter which group it was, it wouldn't be one she would want to deal with if she could avoid it. Turning back away from the docks, she resumed moving towards the village, trying to act and move without getting anyone's attention. As she did, she could hear the commotion getting louder, it either meant that there were more people involved, or they were getting closer. Either way, that was not good. Not good at all. Even so, she resisted the urge to break into a run, knowing that would only make them chase her, no matter why they were actually here. And she couldn't attack them, there were far too many people to deal with, she could only do so much. So she kept going forward at that same rate, hoping that nobody noticed or bothered her. She pulled her eye back under her outfit, but left it formed if she needed to take another look around. She could tell that the docks ended just a short distance ahead, she was almost free! Just then, in an action that she hadn't even noticed, an imperious hand placed itself on her shoulder, tightening enough that if she would have been human, it might have hurt. In a voice that brooked no dissent, the one holding her shoulder told her to halt and reveal herself. There had been a kidnapping, or perhaps murder on the last ferry into the village, and they were checking everyone's alibis. She couldn't say anything, even her voice sounded far enough from human that they would instantly grow more suspicious. but what could she do, then? It was a gamble, but she would have to take the form of her last meal, that hapless human she'd gulped down when everyone was disembarking earlier. Calling forth those last few strands of DNA, she focused on them, letting their pattern merge with her own as her form shifted ever so slightly until she looked precisely like them. And just in time, too, because the one holding her shoulder had grown tired of the silent treatment, and was already tearing off the rags and scraps covering her face. Just in time, the last of her changes finished. She could feel her senses shift and alter, now she had to rely on the five limited senses of a human. She couldn't even really sense her body any more, it was a disconcerting experience. And apparently, she wasn't the only one confused. The one who'd been grabbing her shoulder, she could actually see him now. An older male, perhaps forty or so, his hair was beginning to grey and his outfit looked snug, whether from years of the good life or from being heavily muscled, it was impossible to tell. His expression was still shifting from a glare to something resembling both confusion and nervousness. She felt his hand quickly pull back from her shoulder as if he'd been burned, and then he hurriedly apologized. "Wait, it's you?! Sorry, ma'am! But wait, how did you get here, nobody saw you leave the ferry!" Hedoro was confused who had she eaten, was it somebody important? That complicated matters, complicated them greatly. She saw the man speak into a mike located on the inside of his jacket's collar, murmuring to end the search, he had found her, and she was unharmed. Hedoro was about to leave it at that, turn around, and make a run for it after all, when several others somehow seemed to materialize out of thin air all around her. they were followed by more and more others, until it felt like every single person on the docks had triplicated and were now massed around her. A loud roar that was everyone talking or shouting at once assaulted her ears, she could barely understand what any of them were saying. Just how in the world was she supposed to be, anyways?! Before she had time to figure anything out for this whole painfully confusing situation, a thin, waspish man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her forward, with several of the security types leading a wedge through the crowd to get her through. This charge lasted until they had finally gotten out of the docks, and they all rushed into a building a few streets into the village. Hedoro just let the others lead her, until they arrived at a smaller room near the back of the building. Here she was permitted to sit down, although it took her a moment to realize just how to sit down, not having done it, really, ever. But she managed. During her struggles, the waspish man paced back and forth, and finally wheeled around to glare at her. "I thought I told you to stop trying to sneak away like that! You should have learned after the last time, doesn't your job mean anything to you any more?" She only looked at him blankly, and finally spoke. "My... job?" His eye twitched a few times as he tried to come to grips with her reply. "Don't do this, not now, not tonight! You're slated to go on in only three hours, don't do this." He seemed to slump wearily into another chair, putting his head in his hands. He seemed to be murmuring something to himself, and her limited human ears couldn't understand it. But since he seemed occupied, she turned to look at one of the security guards standing guard nearby and got their attention. In a quiet voice, to hopefully avoid getting the wasp man's attention, she tried asking him just what she was supposed to be 'going on' to. He chuckled a little, thinking she was just playing a game or something. Then he finally revealed the mystery of just who Hedoro had eaten, much to her dismay. "Very funny, ma'am. It's your big return concert! You went on hiatus for six months to get new inspiration! Everyone is just dying to hear your new songs!" Wait, songs?! Hedoro felt an unusual pain starting to manifest in her head, never having had a headache before, she didn't know what it was. While she was rubbing her temples, the wasp man seemed to notice and quickly got her a glass of water and two small white objects. She looked at them curiously, wondering what to do with them. When he explained they were for her headache, she nodded, and began trying to push the white things into her head. It didn't work. The wasp man shook his head wearily, she was really getting to him. He explained slowly, so that even a child could understand. First put the pills in her mouth, then drink the water. She nodded again, sure that she'd get it right this time. And again, she didn't. Odd, just pouring the water into her mouth didn't work, it made her start uncontrollably coughing and hacking. So primitive, having to breathe, eat and drink, all through the same spot! It took several more tries, but eventually she was taught how to swallow, to eat and drink. With that accomplished, she finally successfully swallowed the headache medicine. The wasp man looked at a clock on the wall, and saw how late it was getting. He announced there was only one more hour before her show, so she should make sure to get ready, he'd have her hair and makeup team come in shortly to get her something decent to wear. She frowned slightly, what was wrong with what she was wearing now? With that, the others in the room left, leaving her alone. She got up and walked around, nervousness and panic starting to well up in her. What in the world was she supposed to do now?! She was no... singer, or whatever this person was supposed to be! She didn't even know how to sing, at least, not really! She didn't know two or three sound based techniques, but those were with a flute, not a voice. She'd have to try to escape! She moved over to the door and started to open it, only to freeze as one of the guards was outside of her door. He smiled easily, he'd been told she liked to try to sneak away, so he'd been told to remain and stand guard. Frowning, Hedoro closed the door again and sat down once more. So she was trapped. Unless she wanted to resume her normal form and actually break out, but that seemed entirely far too dangerous for her liking. So she was truly caught, then. A chill passed over her which left her curled up on the floor for a few moments, her features running slightly as she tried not to remember those years of captivity after she'd first been born. An oddity, a freak of nature, a plaything. That was all that she had been, a captive for the whims of whoever had felt like paying for her. That was why she valued her freedom so highly now, and didn't want to give it up for anything. But if she could just hold out for a little longer, make it through this concert or whatever, then perhaps she could break free? She had to pin her hopes on that solution, she couldn't think of anything else. She had just picked herself up off of the floor, when several people came in and bustled over to her. Apparently, they were the hair and makeup team that the wasp man had mentioned. She was at their mercy for the rest of her free time, as they poked and prodded her, threw out her carefully crafted rag and scrap disguise, dressed her in new clothes that wouldn't even hide a quarter of her body, let alone protect it in a battle, and countless other actions that left her looking very different indeed. They did give her a few last minutes alone just moments before her concert, so she dove towards the garbage can, digging into her rags and scraps for her tools, the various objects she had tucked away into their layers when she took a human form. She wrapped most of them up in some new rags and other pieces of cloth, so she could more easily retrieve them later. The only objects she allowed herself to keep on her now were her armor, the Mugen Kougai, which now took the form of a simple circlet she tucked onto her forehead. And her flute, which she usually used for the sound techniques she knew. For now, this would have to be enough. A second later, the wasp man returned, and relaxed visibly when he saw she was still there. "You didn't sneak away, thank the gods! Come on, your concert is about to start, get out there!" Hedoro had no choice but to be rushed, led out through the building until they reached the exit, and from there, another charge through a screaming crowd, apparently, they were fans of the person she'd eaten, and then led to a large stage which had been erected not too long ago, only a matter of months, likely. She was rushed to the dressing room behind the stage, where she was given one more look over, and declared ready. With that, she was herded up to the stage, and it began. When she first appeared, there was a brief instant of utter silence, and then the cheering began again, even louder this time. She looked around nervously, not really sure how she was supposed to begin. Luckily, her manager, the wasp man, had apparently planned for that, and sent the emcee, or rather, the media coordinator, out to introduce her. It was only then that Hedoro finally found out her new form's name, as well. The emcee dashed out to the front of the stage, and in a loud voice that must have taken quite some work to perfect, announced her loud enough to be heard above the crowd. Despite the volume of his voice, the introduction was simple and to the point. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mel T. Bluhd." Then he ran off, and all the pressure was on her once more. She could feel everyone staring at her, expectations running high. Breathing deeply, she at least knew how to do that, she felt her flute in her hand, and realized what she had to do. Bringing her flute up to her lips, she tentatively began to play. The first few notes were a little off, leading to a few of the more impatient fans to start to boo. But she learned quickly, and soon music, or at least her semblance of music, was flowing through the air. As it did, the fans' cheers faltered out into nothingness, and soon the flute was the only sound. Hedoro focused on continuing to play, pouring her chakra into the action as well, as she began casting a Genjutsu, to give everyone the illusion that she was giving the performance of their lives. Within the Genjutsu, she was singing as well as playing the flute, and she added some muted special effects behind her as well, embellishing on reality. It seems that everybody who came to the concert was an untrained civilian, so hopefully nobody would escape from the Genjutsu before it was done. She lasted as long as she could, not knowing how long she had to perform, and finally had to call it quits when her chakra began running low. With that, she slowly finished the Genjutsu, releasing the people from her spell, and walked off the stage without a look back. A second after she'd disappeared, the cheering began in earnest as the crowd reacted. She headed back to the dressing room to rest for a moment, with the wasp man flanking her, telling her that he was amazed, he didn't even know she could play the flute. He didn't know where she had gotten her inspiration, but it had payed off! He was seemingly as ecstatic as the fans, but likely for another reason. The concert had gone on as scheduled, no last minute disappearances, with the exception of that trouble at the docks. So when Hedoro asked if she could rest alone for a few minutes, he was all too happy to allow it. Hedoro nodded thankfully, and went into her dressing room, closing the door behind her. For a moment, she did indeed just rest, trying to recover a little chakra as she did so. She knew that she had to sneak away soon, otherwise it could be a very long time before she'd have another chance. So she got up and gathered up her things, getting ready to leave. She assumed the guard was at her door again, so she didn't even try opening it. Instead, she finally, gratefully, let her form return to normal, and quickly tucked her package inside of her substance as she looked around for another way out. Finally, she spotted the ventilation shaft, and moved towards it. But first, before she did that, she looked around the room one last time. Despite what she thought, the experience hadn't been too excruciating, and she had survived. Now she would leave and never return. That left one last thing to do, looting! She grabbed a few quick prizes from around her, some human food and a few discarded outfits that would lend good material to her disguise, and a few other assorted objects. With that done, she returned to the ventilation shaft, and ripped the cover off of the wall before slipping inside. From there, she shifted her form to become thinner than the shaft and slithered through it rapidly until she found an exit. Just before slipping out and making her escape, she readied her disguise, and then busted out of the vent. Everyone was still thronged around the front of the stage, only a few hardcore fans had moved to the back exit, and this was on the far side, so nobody saw her do that. However someone might have heard, so she raced off, deeper into the village, eager to put some distance between herself and this whole experience. When she finally stopped running, she had covered some serious distance, likely over half of the village's length. She wasn't sure if she wanted to risk heading to the docks and leaving so soon, especially since they had caught her in basically this same disguise earlier. If so, they might be on the look out for her again, especially if they noticed her disappearance too soon. She would probably have to lay low for a while, and maybe try to think of another disguise. Or perhaps find another victim, for her to take the form of. But considering how poorly that had worked out this last time, that should be a final resort. As for now, her hunger was quiet, she had had plenty to eat, both from the dressing room, and from her earlier snack of apparent musical performer Mel T. Bluhd. So that pressing need was already taken care of, and would likely remain so for quite some time. With that accomplished, there were really only two other remaining important things to take care of. One was a place to sleep, the other was simply to find a solution to how to slip out of the village without getting caught again. Or, on the other hand, a way to remain in the village with the same stipulation. Her current disguise could likely be recognized by any of the security guards, not to mention the wasp man. Not to mention any of the more eagle eyed fans, too. And she certainly couldn't wander the village in her natural form, or the form of the singer Mel T. Bluhd. So she really needed something else, another option. But right now, she was still rather tired, so she'd focus first on finding somewhere to rest, and then after that, work on the other problems. She had a little bit of money tucked away, so she decided to try renting a room at an inn or something. The first place she tried didn't seem to think too much of her disguise, so they sent her away, not thinking she actually had any money. The second place was a little less strict, and she was able to purchase a room for several days and nights without too much trouble. She immediately went up to it and let herself in, locking the door behind her. Hopefully, now that she had her own place, if even just for a few days, that would be enough time to let her successfully slip out of the village once she was ready to go. Of course, it was possible that once security discovered Mel T. Bluhd had disappeared, they would search the entirety of the town, starting with some of the more obvious places. If that was true, then it was very likely they would be checking at various hotels and inns, looking for recent check ins, not to mention if they would happen to have a picture of her, with her all too unique disguise. Odd, the more she did to hide, the more she stood out. Maybe it was because she didn't know a lot about being human, or what would stand out to a human's perception, but even so, this was getting frustrating! If she didn't find a good solution soon, she didn't know what she would do. It could even be something rash, like declare war on the entire village, and drown herself in blood and murder, eating everything in sight. Or perhaps she could react in the opposite way, even though it seemed utterly abhorrent to her. What would life be like, she wondered, if she would remain as singer Mel T. Bluhd, and turn that into her new life? She assumed that she'd move from place to place, continuing to perform. Apparently the people seemed to like her enough, so there was a good chance she would have a relatively easy life. But no, she knew she would not do that. To have such a life, such a role, it would just be another form of imprisonment, she'd grow more and more frustrated, and eventually lash out anyways. No, she needed a solution soon, if she didn't want bad things to happen. But for now, she could at least get a little more rest, recover some more chakra, while she pondered her situation, tried to think of a way out. She gradually moved over to the room's bed, and sank down onto it, marveling at just how soft it felt to her. It had been a long time, a very long time, since the last time she had been allowed to sleep on a real bed. Thinking back, it would have been quite a few years ago, back during her stay at the academy. Even back then, she had not trusted anyone, but somehow, something in her had changed during her time there. But why? She had discovered and learned a lot of different things, but even that hadn't been enough to change her core beliefs, those few facts she had always believed true, that she believed and used to govern her actions. No, the more she thought about it, it all seemed to come down to just one person. That girl who had helped her, had pushed her to strive for her best, had taught her. Yes, she had seemingly teased her a little, but nothing truly malicious. No, out of everyone she had ever encountered in her entire life, that one girl would likely be the only one she could even consider calling a friend. She wondered what had happened to her. She had seen her only very sparingly from time to time after that, but had never gone up to her to talk, to reveal herself. Perhaps she was scared of what her possible friend would be like, of how she might react, if she were to discover everything that she had done. That she had had to do, just in order to survive. Or perhaps she was just scared, sacred of her friend, scared of the unfamiliar feelings inside of her that even now were beginning to bubble up, just from thinking about her. A little frustrated and a little nervous, she tried not to think of anything. It was already getting late, she just wanted to get some rest, fall asleep and then later move on, do what she had to to get out of the village without causing chaos. But people had an annoying habit of showing up when she was trying to do that, she could hardly be blamed for protecting herself, right? Thinking this to herself, she finally managed to drift off to sleep, after a very long and very hectic day of doing things she never would have imagined before.
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Joker looked and the little boy only twirled the whip around a few circles. Joker stared for a few moments. As he cracked his knuckles. The boy snatched the whip back from Joker. The boy only started twirl the whip around in a few circles. He looked and he bit his bottom lips. The boy only looked and he scratched his head as sighed slowly. He was getting ready to attack Joker.
Joker looked at them. He hadn't nothing snatched from him. Well except that one boy who snatched something from him in the academy back in Hidden Clown. The little boy had snatched Joker's new flower off of his shirt. Joker looked up and he was punched in the face. As the little fat boy had ran off wit his new flower his mama had bought him. Joker liked the flower. IT was beautiful and red..it was a tulip. He started to crack his knuckles. That might have been one of the first instances were he snapped. He had found a sharp rock from the yard. As he found the little boy pulling the tulip apart. He saw his mom dieing with each peddle pulled off. Joker only looked at him and he only sighed slowly.As he walked towards the boy with the rock. He only tossed the rock around in his hand a few times. He only took the rock as he smashed it against his head. He looked and he sat ontop of the boy smashing the rock into his head over and over again. As he lifted the rock up the blood was running from the rock. He looked and the brain was running off the rock. Joker picked up the tulip as he placed it back on his chest. He looked slowly. as he started to rub his rock against the ground as he started to smash his head even more. AS he dragged his body towards the river. His mother only looked at him and she only rubbed his head. She smiled at him. Joker only looked up as he Saw Harley Quinn. She was smiling with a bunch of cookies infront of Joker. Joker only stared for a moment as he ate the cookies.
Joker came back to reality. As he kicked hte boy in the face before he had a chance to spin the whip. He took out one of his smaller knives and only walked towards him. He cracked his knuckles and punched him again before he had a chance to retaliate. Joker Stabbed him in the arm. As he puched him down to the ground. Joker held him by the neck and started to choke him. Joker looked and he snatched the whip back. As he started to spin the blade round and round. As he only looked at him and he started to spin his blade around him. He cut into his hands. He smeared his blood into the boys face as he sighed slowly.
Joker hated when people took things from him. The blood of Joker's would start to poison the boy soon enough. He just sat there looking up to the sky. As he sighed slowly. He took the chain whip back. As he started to spin it around him. He wanted to make him pay. Joker started to swallow his spit on the ground. joker stomped on his face. Joker looked at him and cotninued to stomp on his face as the blood started to spray over his face. Joker looked and he made his boot knife come out. He looked for a moment. He only sighed slowly. As he looked and he held up the boot higher. He looked and the sun started to glow across the knife. He heard the boy scream. Joker only looked and he sighed slowly.
Joker's angels came back. As the first one only sat down and he only looked at the angel. The angel only flew around him. He only looked at the Joker. He kept fluttering around him.
"you have to kill him. You have to kill him quickly. You have to kill him quickly. Don't torture him..if you are going to kill him...you are going to have to kill him quickly. Don't you dare torture him...he deserves to die quickly."
Joker looked at him. Joker only turned his hands down. He only cracked hsi knuckles as he aimed for his jugular. However as he was getting ready to bring the leg down onto the neck. However the Dark Angel stopped him. He looked at the Joker.
"You know better than this..lYou know we have to teach him a lesson. We have to teach him never to snatch from us..we have to make mother proud..do you want to dissapoint her..then you know what to do..burn him..torture him..kill him."
Joker only shrugged his shoulders as he brought his foot down and the knife shot out from his bot into the boys neck paralyzing him. The boy screamed in pain. AS Joker looked and he took out an exploding tag placing it on his body. Joker walked off with a smile growing across hsi face.
"Bye bye.."
Joker said as the boy's body would explode.

Joker looked and he finally started to walk away from the village. He had been disappointed so many times already by this village. Joker wanted to kill all these people. However he looked up to see a bunch of people walk up towards him. They were all in armor and suits. Joker sighed slowly as he looked at them they approached him. Joker started to lick his lips as he pulled out his knife. He sighed slowly.
The armor men started to walk forward towards Joker. He saw what they had been doing. They were going to take Joker in..kill him possibly. However it would be catching the joker which would be the hard part. The Joker was more agile then them.. They all started to bring out their weapons as they started to pointed towards Joker. They had their shields as they looked at him.
Joker looked and he remembered about the first day he was locked in the iron chamber. It was an old fashion circus trick. Were they used to lock clowns into the chamber making them more agile and stronger. However Joker didn't take to well into this situation. Joker was placed in the chamber and locked away and forgot about it. He just used to sit there and laugh. As Joker was locked away. Joker only scratched the bottom of his lip as he sighed again. He wouldn't remember how he escaped that terrible ordeal.
Joker looked and the men reminded him about the terrible Iron box. Joker only sighed again as he pulled out his two knives. He was more agile then them and he would make them pay. As they all started to rush him at one time. Joker would quickly flip over all three of them. As he came back down to the ground he would roll and throw the knife into the joints of one of the men causing them to fall. Joker would then run towards the other two only slicing open their necks. Causing them to bleed out on the ground. As Joker took the scrolls off one of them and began to learn there jutsus. However one man still stood. He only lifted his large sword. Joker ran towards him and he slammed the sword down towards Joker. Joker held his hands up and as the sword crashed into his hands the blade turned into water. Joker looked and he sighed slowly. His hands were bleeding free. Joker looked and he pointed his hands towards the man as they were split open. The Joker started to spray out a gas out of his hand. The gas was inhaled. As the man started to laugh behind the mask. Joker only looked and he punched the man in the chest. As the man did he changed the armor to more flammable material. Joker threw a set of exploding tags on his chest and the tags exploded into billion pieces killing the man.

Hidden Steel

From the after life decended a soul, pitch black. It was opposite the usually pure and silver soul that was granted life. This black soul was the essence of Hurdy. It entered the body of a tetsu ninja and instantly snuffed out and like within the body, taking control. The inja shuddered for a moment and his eyes opened again. The ninja looked around and then raised his head and wispered... "I'm back." Hurdy smiled and crossed out the symbol for hidden metal on his new hea band visor and put it on. He was a missing ninja of course. He then headed to the docks, eager to see what had become of the world he left behind long ago.

Joker looked and he sighed slowly. As he started to walk towards the throne room. He only cracked his knuckles. He looked up at the sky as he likced his lips. He looked at the room. The room started to glow as he only smiled slowly. The last room of the castle. The last place that he had to go to get his revenge. The last person who had to die was sitting in that room. Joker only looked as Harley ran towards the door hitting it with her hammer over and over again. The banging sound only caused an explosion. As her Hammer was stronger than any material that could ever be formed. Harley sat there as the door blew open. Joker only started to walk towards the door. The king only sat there with Twelve men all surrounding him. For some reason..The king thought that could stop Joker.
The Joker only remember when his father showed him the last few things of medicine. His father showed him how to create the cure for different virus. how it wasn't about being smarter than the virus..but how it was about being able to contian the virus. TO make it so it wouldn't spread..To make it were it worked for you instead of you working to cure it..make it want to be cured. Joker only listened to his father. He however had other plans. He wanted to make poisons that were so lethal to anybody that it caused them to smile. He wanted people to want to destroy themselves based off how deadly he was. Joker wanted to kill the world. His father had picked up his intents a long time ago.. His father was trying to change his ways for so long..but he couldn't. He saw that his child like wearing colors. He wasn't a mime. His father tried his best. However there was nothing he could do. His child was born to be evil.. His child was born to kill and maime. His child was insane. There was nothing he could be love his child. Hope that his child would become better over the years. Joker would only grow up to become worst.
Joker only walked to the throne room. He looked and he had his knife ready. He looked as he tossed aside the victims of his rage. He looked slowly as he sighed. they were all fodder. Joker only walked towards the king. As he looked his puppet Harley started to charge towards him. As harley started to run towards him. The wind started to blow threw her again. She only started to chuckle again. However the king was to fast for it. The king only deflected her attack. As he slapped her away. The King only ran towards the Joker. His hands full of electricity. He looked and he hit Joker in the chest with his palm. As Joker sat there and looked his eyes went wide. However there was something odd about this joker. His body wasn't full. As Joker looked his chest opened up and it bit into his arms. The king looked at Joker.
"What manner is this.."
Joker only stepped from out side of the castle. He walked slowly towards the inside of hte castle. He had been manipulating the whole thing with just two of his puppets. Harley and Joker II. He looked up slowly as he spun his blade around as he got closer and closer to throne room. Joker sighed slowly.
"So..king..how did you like my show..pretty good right? Yes it was excellent..but it's time for you to die..."
Joker walked up to the King as he took the switchblade and jammed it into his neck. As he jammed into his neck the blood start to spray all over him. Joker stood there and he finally finished his revenge. He looked up as he yawned. Joker pulled his puppets back as he sighed slowly.
"That was fun..now I think we can go back home.."
Joker sighed slowly. Joker looked as he pulled out his two scrolls. As he placed htem back o nthe ground the puppets were absorbed into the scrolls. He placed the scrolls on his back as he started to walk away. He scratched his head as he started to flip out of the castle. He had about thirty people killed. Twenty destroyed..However..he had one more thing to do. Joker placed a exploding tag in the castle. As he walked away the castle would explode.

After stepping into the village the first place Inori was going to go was that of the library so tha she could gather a couple of scripts and learn some of the moves that they learned in the making of these movies . One skill that caught Inoi's eyes was that of the poison haze . A special type of poison attack that creates a poison that is invisible to the naked eye and was lethal at the same time . Just the way that Inori wanted it to be . She never imagined that training would be like this . She figured that it would be more fun but i guess training was just a important part of being a ninja as they always needed to train to get stronger . It wouldn't be long before Inori found the scrolls that she was looking for . So without wasting any more time she would begin to make her way toward the training ground so that she could master the poison haze ability . So that Once that was complete Inori would move on to mastering it's even stronger form . With a smile and two scrolls tugged under her arms Inori would body flicker away from the library and reappeared on that path that would lead her toward the training ground . Inori wondered what she would do next once her training was complete . Would she go back to the hidden leaf to finish her medical training or would she seek out a sensai that was skilled and would be able to teach her a couple of techniques that she needed . Inori would shake this though out of her head as she was growing closer and closer to the training grounds . She anted her mind to be free of all other thoughs so that she could focus on her training with one hundred present of her attention .
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Inori knew that this jutsu was thrown into the sky from it's source . But She wanted to be able to produce this poison with her own body . This of course would take a large amount of time to complete all together . But that wouldn't stop Inori one bit . She would dig into the pouch that came along with this scroll and started to analyze it's properties . Once this part was complete Inroi would then slip a large amount of the poison into her mouth and started to swallow it . After a couple of minutes Inori would start to feel the poison taking effect . She knew for sure that she couldn't and wouldn't die from this poison but it was needed in order for her to become completely Immune to the poison . As well it would help her body to start making this type of poison within her own body so that there was no need to carry around bags and capsules full of poison . Inori would soon drop to her knees as the poison's effects started to work it's ways onto her body . her face would soon begin to flush and her overall body temperature started to slowly rise . At this point Inori knew it would only be a matter of time before her body had produced the poison and became totally immune to it's effects . Within a few moments The side effects of the poison would stop and Inori's body functions would return to normal . A smile would come across the young shinobi's face once she realized that she had become immune to this poison . It wasn't that much of a surprise once you put into account the clan that she comes from as well as her own talent with poison . Now that this was complete she would move on to master the jutsu as a whole . Forming the hand signs needed to preform the Poison haze Inori would clutch her hands together and started to breath out . At first it seemed that She messed up the jutsu but in fact she had gotten it right . It was a invisible vapor that was expelled from he mouth . She knew this because of the small odor that she picked up with her nose . When Inori took in a new poison she would add a scent from her body so that she knew if a poison of hers was in the area . A smile would come across the poison master's face as she had mastered the poison haze no jutsu . She would roll up the scroll that she learned the poison haze from and returned it to the pile of scrolls that contained a vast array of jutsu that she was going to learn . Picking up the next scroll Inroi would open it and started to look it over . It was a advance version of the jutsu that she had just learned . Which brought a smile across her face when she learned of this . One reason was because she was smiling was because she loved to learn all type of poison jutsu .She felt that it would in every way make her a better poison user as well it made her alot stronger .
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