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 Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 4:29 pm
Inbijiburu [Daimyo], Hayai 'Cheshire'  "It feels so good to be home once again. I can't wait to go to the stream near my little hut and imbrue my hair in the bloody water," Hayai squeals in delight as she wharfs her boat and unloads its contents. Rather than trying to haul everything at once. Hayai decides to take the safe later. She shifts her huge sack onto her back and makes her way towards the village. The sound of blood hurdling screams are heard off in the distance as the smell of rotting flesh fills Hayai's nose. She almost begins to skip as she makes her way through town. The tan brick pavement is stained blood red along with the houses. Whether it is real blood or just looks like it Hayai cares little to know. The woman continues to stroll through the village, bloodshot eyes following her as she does. Some of the eyes hold lust for her body while others hold lust for her blood.
Hands reach out to her only to be sliced away with a dagger that Hayai draws out. She giggles charmingly before continuing on, the people shriek in pain from their wound. Soon after they grow another hand in its place and go about their business. Upon reaching the farthest end of the village, where things are a lot less red aside from the stream snaking through its center towards the docks, Hayai sets down her sack. She stands before a red wood door and bends down. She opens one eye wide, a light sweeping over it, before standing upright. She grabs the doorknob and tugs it open with a heavy sigh. She reaches down and grabs the bag then chucks it into the house. She slams the door before returning to the docks to retrieve the safe.
Once reaching the house again, Hayai walks inside and sets the safe down in the middle of her living room. She plops down atop it and places a hand to her chest. "This is far too much work for a little lady like myself. I need flunkies or man whores to do these things. I suppose I can settle for a strong woman as well, but I find men more enjoyable. But I can't because I'd only end up killing them or freaking them out. I'm better off on my own." Hayai examines her nails as she sits on the safe simply talking to her. "I hear there are two groups making a name for themselves. I suppose I wouldn't mind taking control of one of those groups. They sound very strong so they can take a blow or two. But I truly doubt either group would just make me leader. Hm."
The woman ponders, placing both hand atop her breasts. She then raises herself up and shifts her hands to her hips. "Only one way to find out. I'll go and try to find one of those groups and try and take them over. Let's see." Hayai motions over to the back of the room and opens a drawer on a low sitting dresser. She rambles through the drawer before bringing out a map. "I hear that Hidden Fantasy is where organizations dwell. Couldn't hurt to check there for them. The Angra Mainyu and Swords of the Crescent Moon? I believe those are their names." Hayai folds the map and stuffs it into her cleavage. Apparently drenching her hair in blood red water would have to wait. Hayai makes sure to gather up everything she sees useful before heading out yet again. Words = 593
Goal = 65,700 - 593 = 65,107
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 12:58 pm
Nobunaga gave a small sigh as he watched the child sleep. It had been a few days since she had started vomiting from eating the dead flesh of another person. He wanted to blame her however he had morals and one of them was to pity children. ‘Ah, I just know I will regret this later on in life’. Thinking this as he continued to watch her. He then noticed that she was starting to stir from her sleep making he smirk a bit. “Well now since you’re done with your beauty nap why don’t we get down to business? I know that you are fairly strong so I want to teach you a technique called Blood Dragon Projectiles. Basically it’s where you get a large amount of blood from your own body or another’s and creates a dragon. “He explained to her in a honest voice. He wanted to see if this child could perfect a technique that many of his elders could not. It would be a laugh if she could since she wasn’t even born from this village or life style.
Mashira rubbed her eyes from being tired and stood up from the ground as she listened to the older male speech. When hearing what the technique could so a small spark appeared in her golden eyes. She was least to say very intrigued about learning this. “Teach me the steps!” She said with a childish smile appearing on her face, forgetting that she was tired a few seconds ago.
“Well first you need to get a large amount of blood. Since you’re a child you do not have much so until your body grows you will just have a make a small dragon…”
Mashira could only nod her head as she listened to him. An idea popped in her head as she thought how to get her own blood. The female reached in her bag which was laying next to her, and pulled out a small dagger. She then stabbed the dagger in to the veins in her arms and sliced down to get the most amount of blood. The child held out her arm and let the blood drip down to the floor.
“Well that’s one way to do it,..” Nobunaga said with a slight surprised tone in his voice. He then waited for a few seconds before telling her to stop and placed a wrapping about the child’s arms. He made a small mental note to sew the flesh back later when they where done. “ Now gather your chakra in to the blood and try to form the dragon.”
Mashira nodded her head again and looked down at the blood. She placed her left hand on top of the mess and took a small breath to help her relax. She then started to gather her chakra from the pit of her stomach and up her chest and to her left arm. Her finger tips tickled as she felt the chakra start to grow and started to transfer her chakra form her body in to the blood. The blood started to twist and turn to odd shapes before rising up and forming in to what appeared to be a Chinese style dragon. It was crimson red which gave it a fearful appearance as it started to breath, giving it a realistic look to it. The child could only stare in awe at the creature that she had made.
[ 512 + 574 = 1084/ 1000. Blood Dragon Projectiles complete. ]
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 3:57 pm
 Syrahn arrived in the land of hidden blood. Not so much to learn, but to test out his true fighting abilities. A land named for blood must have some blood thirsty shinobi who lie within or travel to as he does for the simple purpose of the kill. He did not enter the village, but waited outside. Knowing that his opponent would show himself when the time was right. Turning on his byakugan and turning up his music, he waited. Watching the surrounding area and listening to the calm before the storm. For some reason, everytime he had tried to test how far his abilities would go his battle was put to an end. He hadn't been able to show his true potential, or even learn his own and prove it to himself for that matter either. As he stood there, posed and waiting for action. Hair moving slightly, calmly, in the gentle breeze, he thought. Not about much in particular. Just about the nature of things. His five swords were sheathed across his back. Black cargo shorts and utility belt loosely fitting, but not overly loose. Nothing that would come off easily. His eyes were half-closed, not quite a glare, but his face didn't look its normal friendly self. Hands in his pockets, one just hanging loose, the other on his music device. He didn't care what was playing at the moment, but he soon would. As the breeze blew across his face, rustling his hair, he took a deep breath and waited.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 4:29 pm
 There was a soft crackle of lighting as a male shinobi makes his presence known. Ishkur Sinobi chuckles casually to himself as he extends a single hand in his opponent's direction. He had been issued a challenge, and he was now here to prepare for that challenge. Lowering his hand to his side, he draws the sword from his waist and then casually begins walking forwards, his Ryuugan eyes scrolling over his opponents for as he readies his knowledge in order to learn a little bit about his opponent. "Prepare yourself..." He says simply, before awaiting his opponent to get ready for this battle. [Wooh. s**t post. I'm not a fan of this character.. lmao]
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:08 pm
Syrahn doesn't look up or at his opponent. In fact, he doesn't move at all. He simply stands there. "Of all the interesting people to come and fight me, YOU show up. Really? There are no better options before me? What a joke." Syrahn pulls out his music player and starts scrolling through it. "Oh well, beggers can't be choosers," Syrahn states flatly. "As is a small tradition of mine, you have any music preferances? I have almost everything in here. As long as it's not gay." He pauses and looks at his opponent, "Seeing how you look the prospect is all to likely. I'll have your name before I kill you as well. And please don't be something stupid, unique, ghetto, or flowery. You're gay enough as it his." Syrahn just stood there flipping through music, hair casually rustling in the wind. He wasn't sure which fighting style he wanted to use on his opponent yet. Judging by his appearance his opponent was a lightning style user. Syrahn was not. He was more earth and wind, with a touch of fire. His opponent was to flashy, purposfully flashy. Probably overly cocky. Generally stupid. Syrahn was more of the goof off type, but he'd have to wait and see for sure. Honestly, he didn't care how this opponent died, he just wanted to test a few things before this weakling dropped. "And so we go," Syrahn thought to himself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:25 pm
[If you want more of a challenge, there's still a chance to change your mind. xp ]
"My name is Ishkur Senobi... I have no taste in music for you to listen to, so kindly hurry up your preparations so we may get this underway.. If you're not settled with myself as an opponent, we can easily await a new opponent to arrive and face you." Ishkur says simply, his blade raising in order to be rested casually upon his shoulder as he stands there waiting for his opponent to decide what they were planning to do. He had only been sent here in order to get into a short little fight and give him something to do, he had no real orders for the time being, nor anyone to take orders from at the same time. Ishkur sighs lightly and continues to wait, for such an ill mannered opponent, they sure knew how to sit by and waste someone's time as they were. Ishkur did not even fully understand what the man's thoughts were about music, how could music help him in this battle other then to be a distraction as it was? He slowly rolled his shoulders as he waited.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:42 pm
"Tsk. Worthless. No pride, and the name is as lame as I thought. Very well, you do not understand nor appreciate music. Let me make it so." Syrahn flicked through his player looking for something appropriate. Syrahn flicked once and the device knew. "Hmmm, gay. Perfect for the situation," Syrahn turned the song on took his stance and began to break dance. Appearing to ignore his opponent. Joy filled his face, slightly painful, but it was enough to fill the affect of his new style. One he never got to fully show off. The show had begun.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:16 pm
Well that was simple enough, the man chose his song. And the words he spoke were running on deaf ears now. The moment that the man had finished talking, Ishkur began moving, racing forwards towards his opponent as a slight smile slides across his face. Lowering the blade to his side, Ishkur then slashes with a upwards diagonal arc aiming to cut across the man's chest in an instant. Ishkur's other hand lashing out with a razor wire to which was covered in electricity as well, aiming to wrap it around the opponent thanks to a kunai that was weighting it. If he managed to wrap it around his most likely dodging opponent, it would begin a nice amount of shocks that could cause a decent deal of burn damage on them for as long as the electricity was coursing through their body. This was a preliminary attack, he was simply getting ready for the fight in this sense. His body was moving fast, but perhaps it was only faster then the average that those of his strength could move. His true potential had not fully been tapped into just yet, so he figured anyway.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:26 pm
Syrahn smirked at his opponent. No class or stealth in his movement. Not even a dash of grace. As his opponent slashed, his feet shuffled to the song and he casually moonwalk/slide out of the way. The cord was a bit more of a problem. But, was taken care of with a careful acrobatic leap upwards that turned into an arching backflip. As Syrahn flipped he threw a handful of kunai as well as two swords with one deft movement. The kunai scattered in random locations, but the words were headed straight towards his opponent. As they flew he was already grabbing to draw two more. Making a quick hand-sign on the way. Syrahn was already into full battle mode and things were commencing boringly. He hoped his opponent was playing around at the moment. Such a boring, generic move. As if that would even faze Syrahn.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:56 pm
This was quite simple to figure out, the opponent was using kunai? Simple enough. Releasing his blade in an instant, he was leaping forwards in order to catch his opponent as they moved through the air, using their kunai in order to fight against him. Using the Flash Force style, he moved forward faster, his over all muscle being pushed to extremes although by training his body this was actually a simple task. Lashing out, he shot a fist forwards in an attempt to swing a punch for the opponent's chest as they drew out their first set of kunai. This was tapping into the abilities that he possessed, but it certainly wasn't the end. The strike he had aimed for his opponent was that of the Flash Fist technique, invisible chakra based electricity forming around his hands like spikes, as he moves quickly aiming to crash this single shot into the opponent. Even with the chakra electricity like attack, it wasn't too hard to expect that dodging wouldn't be too hard. Despite the speed he was moving, it was certain that damage could easily be taken away by backing up, or moving the direction of the attack to somewhere else. Quote: [T] Flash Force ((Clan Technique)) : There is a type of strength a human can take on, Known as flash force. Where he is able to use his full strength for a few seconds, Based momentum and base strength. The Sinobi clan studied this, Now passing down the the secret to this skill, To be able to use this flash force for longer then a regular human.(3 posts; 8 post cooldown) :: 1500 Skill Points
[T] Flash Fist (( Clan Technique )) : A technique that actually causes invisible surges of electricity to surge around the hands like spikes. Although only a unseen manifestation of chakra, the Flash Fist works around the same style as the Flash Force, but has the added electrical ability to it, making it more deadly. It also, surprisingly lasts for a longer period of time, due to being an advanced technique. (6 posts; 8 post cooldown) (Requires Flash Force) :: 2000 Skill Points
Flash Expertise
This ability comes with long hours of training using the Flash Force, Flash Fist and Flash Thunder abilities. It allows for the user to be able to use these three attacks for 5 posts longer then a normal clan member can keep them active.
Flash Expertise: Endurance
This ability comes with long hours of training using the Flash Force, Flash Fist and Flash Thunder abilities. It allows for the user to have to wait 5 less posts for cooldown, before they can use any of these three techniques again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:06 pm
((You ignored the swords i threw at you, but i accidently had a typo and the "s" is left out so ill ignore that, my bad.))
Syrahn was surprised by the speed of his opponent. "No matter," he thought. Quickly taking action, instead of dodging he figured blocking would be far more effective here. Syrahn quickly began to spin, serving two purposes, increasing the speed at which he would hit the ground as well as the brige of his ability. "Heavenly Spin!" he said as chakra exploded outward from him. There wasn't much place for his opponent to go, and while hitting the chakra shield wouldn't be deadly, it would surely hurt and send his opponent flying backwards.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:44 pm
Expected, it was a good thing that Ishkur had a decent grasp of his opponent's skills and styles of combat. A slight glint came off behind him, as the stronger wire attached to his sword went taunt. Tugging Ishkur back and out of the range of the spinning style with barely inches to make up for the dodge. Of course, there wasn't much leverage in tugging a blade from it's impaled position upon the ground. The tug caused the blade to be yanked free and pulled in Ishkur's direction, his hand actually reaching out and snagging it from the air, before bringing the weapon forwards in order to slash at Syrahn while he was still seconds away from hitting the ground. Landing upon the ground himself, Ishkur would lash out once again at Syrahn with his other fist, aiming to strike him with it and deal a decently more damaging punch thanks to the solid ground being at his feet so he could accurately throw his weight around.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:02 pm
Syrahn disappeared in a puff of smoke. "Over here!" He waved at his opponent. He was about 15 yards away with 4 clones strewn about him. "Well, aren't you faster than I would have liked. Let's see how long you can keep it up!" Syrahn reached into his pocket and produced three small balls. Before his opponent could do anything further he smashed them to the ground and produced a large smoke screen. "I can see him, he can't see me. Perfect senario." he thought. This was a good start, but he needed his opponent to be completely blind. A plan came to mind, a good one. "Can't hit what you can't see!" Syrahn yelled. Then went silent and began to go to work on his plan. This was going to cost him a LOT of chakra, but should end this fight in a single blow.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:16 pm
Clones and smoke screens? Predictable. Turning and moving towards the smoke screen that had been produced, Ishkur draws four kunai from their pouch and chucks them into the smoke itself, as soon as the kunai leaves his hand, he seems to stumble, that same hand coming to connect upon the ground. Although the distraction was made, his other hand had been making handseals rapidly, this activating the Lightning Destruction Technique. The Ox, Rabbit, Ram, Dog, and Monkey handsigns made with a single hand, just before his other hand hit the ground. Upon hitting the ground an enormous bolt of lightning that cut through the ground towards his opponent. The shape of the bolt is a triangular figure with the base in front of the Ishkur and the tip headed towards the opponent. It would cause devastating destruction on its way and generate enough heat and power to destroy whatever it comes into contact with. Thus making it perilous to remain hidden inside this smoke screen that had been created by his opponent. Instead of rising to his feet, Ishkur rolled forwards and then pushed off both hands, entering a mid air front flip of sorts as six more kunai were thrown forwards, although these kunai would be partially masked by the hulking blast of chakra lightning that was being ranged forward. Each kunai would land a slightly wide range around the large screen of smoke that the opponent had set up. Enough to make some distance in case they tried to dodge out of it. These kunai would land in a twin triangular pattern around the smoke screen. The first was well noticed, the second had landed a good few feet outside of that first triangle. Ishkur landed upon the ground once again, with a slight sweep of one of his legs to keep himself low to the ground, and still masked behind the attack he had sent. Quote: [N] Lightning Destruction (( Clan Technique )) : A Short to mid-range technique that uses the Ox, Rabbit, Ram, Dog, and Monkey handsigns. The user places his hands to the ground after converting their chakra to lightning. The user then sends an enormous bolt of lightning that cuts through the ground towards the target. The shape of the bolt is a triangular figure with the base in front of the user and the tip headed towards the opponent. It causes devastating destruction on its way and generates with enough heat and power to destroy whatever it comes into contact with. :: 1500 Skill Points
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:32 pm
As Syrahn watched the rediculous lightning and kunai attack happening above him, he became increasingly glad his attack plan had taken him underground. Thankfully, his opponent never anticipated and attack plan like the one currently taking place. Please, Syrahn was anything but predictable. He just came off that way on purpose so his opponent would become entangled in cockiness and a false sense of security. Syrahn knew cocky a mile a way, and this shinobi was just stewing in it. Attack plan already well underway, even his clones no longer near the blast the attack had begun. His opponent's low landing helped Syrahn even more. Hands reaching up he grabbed his opponents legs, nothing he could do to stop the swift movement. Let's see how he handled the rest. A clone instantly appeared infront of the shinobi, a scary mass of chakra in his hand, outstreched aiming to hit Ishkur with it. Not caring where, just to hit. A second shinobi came raining down from above, silent as possible with a third one equally silent appearing behind Ishkur. Syrahn had to admit, part of his attack was luck. One of his kunai was infront of Ishkur, he had brought the second one with him and tossed it behind Ishkur as Syrahn grabbed his legs and finally the smoke screen covered the ariel jump from the clone who was lucky enough to be able to see the lightning strike coming. Byakugan was a blessing. Syrahn held onto Ishkur's legs with every fiber of his being and all the strength he could amass into his arms. It was all up to Ishkur now, could he find a way to stop this attack? Syrahn smirked to himself. Even if he did, he already had several other ways to finish his opponent.
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