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 Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 6:45 pm
This is the journal of Isys (Isis) the Tenjutsu and her Guardian, Yamazaki (Arcturus Highwind). Please don't post without permssion.  Clinic Notes arrow The first Blood-born Tenjutsu - created by the blood of her Guardian falling on a blank Seed of Destiny. arrow Special tattoos along both wrists, the right forearm, face and back. Appears as a restrained version of the Living Metal transmutation circle. arrow Calm and rather sweet.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 3:27 am
Rules 1. Contrary to what Miss Traverse said, this thread is open for all, you don't need my permission. The only condition upon this is that this thread is not a hangout. You may come at any time but only to interact with Isys, Yamazaki or Ninja Steve. 2. Pie. 3. If you do Role Play in here, you are expected to follow the rules of good role playing on Gaia. For an example of the don't of good role playing, look to the Anti-Munch Project, something of a legendary thread. 4. Setting. The setting of this thread is Yamazaki's shop in downtown Durem's Commerce Sector. Black Shadow Relics and Arms. Something of a magesmith (As he would modestly say), he generally works for high class merchants and magi making speciality magical items. His shop is usually open, though quiet, with rarely anyone ever being around. (Read next post for information on layout) 5. Keep your OOC comments to yourself. We have the shop thread on the forums for OOC chatter, plus it helps bump the shop. This place is strictly IC posting (Other than these first posts). 6. As always, the "G" in RPG stands for Game, so have fun, no matter if you're playing in here with Isys, meeting Yamazaki, or just lurking around.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 3:28 am
Black Shadow Relics and Arms Black Shadow (Something of a redunant name if you ask the people in the street) is Yamazaki's shop, his forge, and his home. A small two story building, the bottom level is windowless, opening to the street with only a single metal door (Looks iron, but since the door doesn't seem that heavy, probably isn't). Runes are etched into the door, spelling out the name of the shop. The runes just happen to glow, shifting colors slowly from red, to white, to blue, to purple, to red, to green, and back to white. Inside is a very small, cramped room, 6 feet by 8 feet, that is dominated by a large glass display case that also serves as a counter, cutting off most of the front from the door to the back, with only a narrow space on the left hand side (Coming in) to go around. The case features some of Yamazaki's work, weapons, relics, and odd items, all of them very well crafted, though obviously intended for display rather than actual use. The backdoor leads to his workshop and forge. This place, is like walking through a disaster zone. Tools, benches, ingots of ore, are scattered all through the place, not to mention to large furnace to the back of the room, and the chute that leads down to the coal storage in the basement, from which he fuels the fires. On the righthand side is the stairs leading up. Upstairs is his home. Very spartan, it consists of three rooms. His bedroom, with a one man bed, a simple feather mattress, and a wool blanket covering it. The bed is seldom made, and is never with any sheets on it. Next to the bed is small nightstand, covered in sheets of paper, along with an inkwell and quill resting on top of it all. Now however, it is more cluttered than usual. While he has cleaned more often for the kid, he has a baby cage taking up space, toys, the destruction leveled by both Ninja Steve and the bear to fight off, among other things. The next room is the kitchen, with a small stove, fridge, and a lot of cupboard space, Yamazaki must never use it, because it actually looks clean and pristine, rather than haphazard and dirty as he tends to leave the rest of his quarters apparently. The trashcan in here is usually filled with empty boxes of take out that seem to support the theory of no use. Beyond that is the bathroom, with a small tub, sink, mirror and medicine cabinet, and of course a toilet. Very small, and obviously getting to the point where it really needs to be cleaned it's hard to move around in there without tripping on a discarded towel or newspaper left behind. Now a battle hardened veteran against the constant energy of Ninja Steve, Yamazaki is more secure in his parental skills, so far. Isys's birth, and Tenjutsu origins are to be kept secret for as long as possible. Isys is never seen with the give away Takrai, it's kept safe in his lockbox.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 3:31 am
Isys Name: Isys Alias: None yet. Date of Adoption: 17-03-06 Gender: Female Race: Half Human, half Ninja Mage. Stage: Infant Hit: Quiet times. Official Like: Miss: Being hurried Notes of Interest: First Blood Born Tenjutsu. Yamazaki's only living blood relation. Created originally during an attempt to enchant an item for Ninja Steve.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 3:35 am
Ninja Tech Toys:  Pie is a toy. blaugh  Named Fiore. Gear:  Baby cage. xd Weapons: None as of yet. Familiar: None as of yet. Items:  A charm and broach, to help ward off the cold, flu, and other common winter diseases.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 3:44 am
The Origins of the Divine Isys She came from a scroll. Most peculiar sort of magic. I have heard of something similar before. Young children being transformed to stone, or put within extradimensional pockets. Usually it is the last ditch effort of a dying species to keep their kind alive. They are meant to be unsealed when the danger to their kind has passed. Is her people in such a condition? Or is the condition that lead them to make such an artifact solely in the past? The scroll came to me in an odd way. Thus the reason I was so suspicious of curses. It was during the spring festival Rune's friends were hosting. I had gotten a bit tired of the crowds, not really a people person, you know. In the forest there, I found the scroll, it was laying in the weeds, just waiting to be taken. I could feel the magic off it without even trying. Greed got the better of me. Professional greed that was. If it was that powerful, I was sure I could make a masterwork weapon with it. In the end, I decided to use it for a protection enchantment, meant for the child Rune had given me herself. Is this child one of the Tenjutsu? The strange headband, and manner with which I found her suggests so. If so, I can never let anyone know of her origins. I must save her from the fate that Steve must sadly indure. ((Taken from Ninja Steve's personal journal)) Rather than a regular journal entry, it seems the journal was used as convience for notes on these pages. As follows, here are the notes. Anduril, 4 parts Iron, 1 part Crew Dust, 2 parts Powered Peridot, 2 Parts 1 Emerald, square cut. .... .... .... .... Circle test has shown strong magic of an undetermined kind. The Mirror shows the Albatross. Seems to be an Enchantment. Resistant to Diviniation. Field is unknown. Can't be identified. (There is a huge ink stain here, blotting out something) Tentative ID: Abjuration. Confirmed. Necromantic? White Necromancy. Confirmed. No Curse detected. Confirmed. Here it seems the notes end. The next page contained... Journal Entry: Winter 70 Back to a journal entry, the writing here seems hurried, with a few more penmenship mistakes than the magesmith usually makes. It faild. Horriblg. How the hell did I manage to miss the true nature so badly? I bet this is Ru She can't know about this. Judging from the writing change, and the slight difference in ink color, the magesmith must have taken a break and come back later, more composed. This is not related to Rune, or her strange temporal children. It can't be. Though I must admit I am perplexed about how or why such magic was made. There must be a reason, though it seems strange to have found such powerful and important magic where I did. I'm ill suited to this task. My commander always said "You made this mess, you clean it up!" and damned if I will turn away now. I'm already too deep in it. I guess I should start from the beginning, right? I'll mage lock this later to prevent Rune, or those academy goons from getting in anyways. I guess it all really started with the talk I had with her. When she sprung out the fact that my kid was going to be hunted down, and had to go to some military school. Suffice to say I was less than happy about it. Just hearing about it. I know I'm not parent of the year, or anything. Far cry from that. But I was getting attached to the little kid. I didn't want him to repeat my mistakes. That's what a parent is supposed to do, right? I thought I could protect him, maybe even keep him from the academy. Then came that trice damned bear. As much as I have tried to keep him relatively safe, and even started training him in a few self defense techniques, it seems impossible to keep the war out of him. The kid is enthralled with combat. If we're not eating, sleeping, or working, he's fighting or wrestling, either with me, or the bear, or trying to get into new places, climbing up on shelves, trying to sneak into the shop, trying to sneak outside. Caught him more than a few times trying to make a rope out of the sheets like he was in some crappy movie. Problem is I don't know if I catch him every time... and thus... No, that's not what this is about. Then there was the Festival. He had a good enough time, or so it seems. But security was horrible at it, as both him and I came under attack. That's where I found that damned scroll. In the end, I managed to fight them off, and Steve got out without too much damage. So I suppose it all worked out. But it was a bit closer than I cared for. I came back from the festival, knowing I couldn't always protect him. And no matter how hard I train him, it would be a while before he could protect himself. Answer was easy, armor, or some type of protection. It's what I do, after all, so it shouldn't be surprising that it was my answer. I gathered the materials, laid out my plan, but before I fired up the forge, I reached down, and there, found it again. The scroll I found. I could tell it was magic, that was plain as day. I took the opportunity, with my tools out, to identify its magic. It was quite the hard process, most normal divination techniques were not effective on the scroll. Very powerful, and it seems whoever originally made it didn't want someone IDing it. I might not be the best sage, but I am nothing if not persistant, and given my profession, have at my disposal a lot of tools most magi would not have. In the end, I threw everything I had at it, finally getting what appeared to be correct readings. At the end of the process, it seemed to be a powerful protective charm, aligned with White Necromancy, healing magic for the layman. I was quite surprised at the luck of that, of course. Which then led to me checking it corner to corner for curses. I found nothing. Now I wonder why I got such a different effect. A curse I missed, or was the confusion magic so strong I just failed my identification? Off track. I made the item, actually it was just enchanting a dagger sheathe I had prepared for the shop already. Good quality, and had the added bonus of not being an obvious sorce of protection. Rings, bracers, armor, amulets, enemies are used to those. A sheathe, and a fairly plain looking one, no one suspects. When I got to the point where I was to add the enchantment, things were gong smoothly. The item had excepted the priming very well, it was thirsty, wanting the magic. I had my runes made, my circle ready, the scroll prepped. I placed my hand upon it, my open wound against the paper, to give it the very best attachment. That's when it happened.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 2:19 am
I knew something was wrong. The scroll's words faded. That was normal. When magic is inked to parchment, the rune itself is a spell, the energy waiting to be unleashed by the key of the mage's spirit. It faded off the paper. That was normal. I was prepared for that.
The spell binding circle. It was there more to keep interfering magics out of the work area, rather than to trap a force inside. The lines were glowing, the table was singing with a strange resonance. I could feel the magic inside building, and the spell circle weakening.
I didn't panic. No, I can honestly say I didn't panic. It was unexpected, but I was an old hand at this. The spell was more powerful than I thought, that was all that occured to me. I had gone through such pains to identify it.
White necromancy was hardly dangerous, excepting in the most concentrated forms. I had little fear of life or limb as I worked furiously to repair the damage done by the scroll. I was fighting rising tides, and losing.
Finally, it happened. The magic was too much. I felt it push me up against the table to my back, sending me bent over backwards against the cool wood grain.
The light, it was so damned bright.
When I managed to pull myself up, there she was.
I should have been happy. Life. It's a powerful thing. I myself have traveled the whole of this world and more beyond it. I can count on one hand the number of mages I know, able to pen magic that would create life.
Instead, all I felt was a sinking feeling. That somehow I managed to fail on my identification so badly. That I screwed up the bonding. That my labor had no results.
Then I realized there was a live (Expletive has been deleted by the Adult Conspiracy) on the table. A live (Once again, this has been sanitized for your protection) kid!!!
The sinking feeling, turned to all out terror. I can't describe what was running through my mind. I understood it though. It was the same thing my war buddies went through. Not from combat, but when they realized they impregnanted one of the local girls.
I've seen hard men, ones that could kill in the most gristly manner, brought to a quivering, babbling, insane husk by such a thing.
I think I handled it well.
((Historian's note: He broke down, weeping like a little girl, cursing every person, magi, and god he could think of, and then started blurting out the names of random tree species.))
The kid was strangely well behaved. She watched me with cool eyes, never uttering a word. No sounds, not even a cry. She just... watched me.
I reached out slowly. I could feel the hairs on my neck crawling as I pressed my finger to her arm, feeling warm, soft flesh, and the faint pulse of magic.
She was real.
Her hair, just like mine, those eyes, reflections of my own steady gaze. And the markings.
She was of my blood. My flesh. My daughter.
Daughter, the very thought sent electricity through me.
Then I spied it. The headband. The strange symbol. The place I discovered the scroll.
Rune. Everything was clicking together. This was one of Rune's, those ninja kids she had.
The scenes came rushing at me, her speech about the war, the academy, the oath that we unwittingly had to hand them over because. The monsters at the festival, that woman's shattered body... all of it.
Rune. Why did she give it to me? Did she make it? Or was it someone else?
I looked down at the kid, and she only returned my gaze. A kid. And a mystery. But more important things needed to be taken care of now.
I reached over, picking up a scrap bar, hitting the ceiling with it, "I'm coming up, so settle down Steve!"
"O-kaaaaay!"
There was a jumble of noises as the kid went to work, fixing whatever trouble he had gotten into when I wasn't looking.
I hardly cared thought, as I picked up the bundled kid, tickling under her neck as I held her.
"I'm going to get you some food now, okay? Then we can get you to bed, and figure things out in the morning."
....
To be continued
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 3:04 am
Yamazaki opened the door slowly, the young Isys in his arms. Her green eyes moved slowly, scanning her surroundings. The magesmith could only be amazed how soft and quiet she was. Was this the difference in genders, or personality? Steve was hardly this way, always fighting, causing a ruckus, making noises...
And there was the ninja kid, standing in front of the baby cage, hands behind his back, a too innocent look on his face.
It was dropped, as he saw Yamazaki come in, baby in hand.
His hands fell from behind his back, and there was the red handblade he had procured during the festival's fishing stint.
"Steve..." Yamazaki's low voice reprimanded, watching the kid flinch a little, recognizing he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Sorry..." he kicked at the floor beneath him, refusing to look up.
"Look at me kid," he said, waiting until the silver haired toddler took his orders to heart, staring up at him, "Now I told you not to play with that weapon for a reason. If you're going to play fight, use the weapon I gave you, alright? Now you go wait in the bathroom for a minute."
Hurt, the kid marched into the bathroom, dragging his feet the whole way, and disappearing into the darkness beyond the doorway.
Sigh, another problem, the bear was hiding in the back corner of the kitchen. Probably laying on something he stole or broke, he realized. But there was no time to deal with it.
Yamazaki scurried through the kitchen, gathering up what baby foods he had left from Steve's short stint in the diapers just a few weeks ago. Soon he had the girl set on the counter, and about half a dozen half empty jars of baby food set out before him.
He shuddered, remembering feeding Steve, and all the spitups.
"Hey Steve, throw me a towel would ya?"
"O-kay!" and soon, the terrycloth came flying out the doorway bundled up into a ball. Yamazaki's hand reached out, snatching it up midflight.
Now armed, with a towel held before him as a shield, and a spoonful of pureed carrot like substance as his sword, he moved in on little Isys.
Gingerly, he put it to her lips, watching with a bit of shock as she opened up.
In the spoon slid.
Her mouth closed.
Out it came, food gone.
A moment passed.
Another.
Another.
Nothing. No throw up, no spitting it out, no splatter. Clean as a whistle.
Yamazaki looked like someone just poleaxed him.
It continued on like that. No spit. Just eating. Didn't matter what he gave her. Spinach, carrots, peas, whatever there was.
At the end, Yamazaki looked quite a bit less gunshy, the towel discarded, and giving Isys a big smile as he burped her.
Clean eating. He didn't think babies were capable of it.
Steve's voice came calling in, "Can I come out now?"
"Yeah, come on out, meet..." that was as far as the magesmith got, before Steve zoomed around the corner of the countertop, and was soon tugging on his left leg, begging to be put up on the counter with Isys.
He smiled, lifting the kid up, and dropping him down next to the baby.
...
To be continued.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 3:00 pm
Things deteriorated quickly between Steve and Isys. Sibling rivalry, or something. Seems the boy thinks she'll squeeze in on his territory. Yamazaki wished he could tell him he's wrong, but the magesmith knew it would be true. He had to share my attention between both of them now, instead of just him.
It only took about 3 minutes before Yamazaki had to break them apart, putting Steve to bed after his long day, and Isys in the baby cage.
She was quiet, so quiet. She never flinched, never tried to bite or scream as Steve tried to beat on her. It wasn't that serious, I broke it up right quick, but still it was unnerving.
And now they're sleeping. Even sleeping she's quiet. She doesnt' toss or turn, she doesnt' make a sound. She just softly breathes.
Not like Steve. Even now he's twitching about, int he grip of some action dream. Probably imagining himself as some ninja warrior.
Runes plagued my mind though, keeping me awake even as I watched both of the kids sleep. It wasn't that odd, having a child with markings. I knew I would bear such a child since I was knee high to a grasshopper myself. It was all in the blood.
But the number, and the position. It was unheard of. I could only imagine what sort of trouble it would cause her.
Would she have to be clothed head to foot when she was older? Just like he had to wear gloves all the time?
Yamazaki sighed, standing up and pacing in his kitchen. Isys. A ninja baby. With his own blood.
He shook his head, wrapping his thoughts around the problem, tugging at strings. There were things to do.
Yamazaki nodded, going down to his shop. Yes, things to do. He needed to reinforce the place. Protect it against those damned academy goons. Find out what Isys's runes meant. Find some way to hide her from enemies and friends alike.
Find a way to keep Steve from blowing the cover. Hooboy, the way he runs off at the mouth that'll be one hell of a problem.
For now, fortifying.
Yamazaki gripped the charm in his hand, the one that Cody had given him against telepaths. That would be the first step. Figure out the charm's magic, amplify it. Make one for all three of them. And one for the house. A massive one.
Then.. hmm, protection against teleporting. Yes.
All through the night, the forge burned, and Yamazaki worked, dissecting charms, researching enchantments, forging items, and putting wards over his own home.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 2:49 am
A Day in the Life of Isys. Part 1:
The Awakening. ((This, is hopefully to be a multipart series, showing the typical day from Isys's point of view, and might shed some light on her thoughts and personality that might not otherwise come across in my Roleplaying. Obviously this will show language skills in word choice for the narrative that they don't currently have. But if I had to use their limited vocabulary, it would be unreadable.)) The bed was shaking. Not the long, steady rumble of deep sleep, but the other, shorter rumble. Just a few days ago, I might have panicked, clung onto the blanket, and cried in terror. Now, now I knew better. I even smiled, as I felt him shift underneath me, putting me into a deep, deep crater of bundled up blanket matter. Like my own little nest. My sleepy head poked out, above the rim, eyes shifting back and forth, as a large, lumbering shadow blocked out the pale light of the magefire lamp. He stepped out, and there I could see him. Broad back, muscles, smooth skin. A giant. The one I knew as father. Slowly he scratched himself, and lumbered the short distance from our bed, past the baby cage where a certain, loud, mean someone was snoring loud enough to wake the dead, and off to the fridge. I always wondered what was in there. Light, I can see that from here. Always he reaches in, pulling out some cold, strange object. It had to be some kind of magic, keeping food coming, along with light and cold, every time someone looked in there. Did the light remain on all the time? Was it always cold in there? How does it stay cold? How does all this stuff get in there to start with? He always does this. Just like right now, he smiles at me, and brings me a small bottle, filled with something strange. It smells like old people. Tastes like them too I bet. But he keeps talking to me, saying things like "you gotta drink it..." Today, he stuck me with it, tickled me to get me to open my mouth and slammed the bottle in before I could close my lips again... dammit. Again. Bleh that stuff tastes horrible. Why do I keep falling for that?
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 1:39 am
A Day in the Life of Isys. Part 2:
Loudness. He's finally awake. He sleeps for so long! Lazy. And stupid. Gah. And there he goes. That beast and the kid, trashing the kitchen already, spilling food, pots, and pans all over while the Tall One is away. I gave him a glare, and told him to stop, but he didn't seem to understand. Maybe he's stupid? Stupid Bear. Oh crap, here they come! I braced for impact, letting out a cry, but no one came, as the bear slammed into the bed, knocing me out of my little blanket nest, and thankfully, onto the bed, not the hard floor below. Steve watched, apathetic, almost, mean, as he came closer. He stuck his tongue out, and made a noise at me. Stupid ninja kid... "DAMMIT STEVE!" came from the bathroom. How he knew to yell at him, I had no idea, but the moment he did yell, Steve scuttled away, crawling back into his baby cage, pretending to be asleep again. Leaving the bear to take the blame for the mess in the kitchen, and knocking me over. Stupid kid.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:47 pm
A Day in the Life of Isys. Part 3:
Sparklies. An hour later, after the Loud One, the Bear, and the Giant have eaten, he takes us downstairs. I love downstairs! Lots of shiney, pretty things. I reach out from my harness, trying to touch a shiny, sparkly thing in front of me. But it is just out of reach, just barely. My fingers maybe, one hand length from it. Then, he comes up, the loud, obnoxious one. He takes up the shiny thing, holding it back, over his head, and sticking out his tongue at me. "Stupid Baby!" he taunts. The Giant puts a quick end to that though, grabbing the shiny from Steve's hands, and putting it back, high on the shelves, where none of us could get to it. "Steve, behave. And get me my 15th Hammer!" That sent the kid off, to the other end of the shop, grumbling and kicking his feet the whole way, while the giant stuck a long, metal object in a very hot, very bright hole in the wall. It started to glow red, really glow! So pretty, i watched it, as did the giant. Finally, he yelled out for the Loud One, holding out his hand. A moment later, there was the hammer. It was bigger than me! And he took the metal out of the hole in the wall, putting it on a big, dark, cold metal thing. His hammer came up and down very, very fast, pounding on the glowy metal. So musical. So pretty. Again and again he did it. The hours just seemed to fly by.
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