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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 8:58 pm
[The scenery of the stage is depicted by the floor/weather/trap settings bellow. Where it does not depict, assume the normal features of an arena that they would've replaced. The fight will start when both players have posted their initiative and will end once one is no longer capable or willing to continue. At any point and time a player can NPC an Announcer/Audience if they so do choose to add in the flavor text but at no point may they control the actions of the NPC.]
Hidden Spike Boards Hidden amongst the scenary of the stage are camoflagued boards with deadly spikes strewn along their body, ready and willing to spring up from your unawares to assault your body. Danger: Every time a player attempts to dodge and fails by 10% or more, a board of spikes springs from seemingly nowhere and slams into them dealing 600 tearing damage +300 for every degree of failure. You may attempt to dodge/block/counter vs a hit of 700.
Heavy Fog Weather Fog: A dense fog or mist clings to the arena, making it practically impossible for a shinobi to target and hit their foes through visuals. De-Buff: This places a de-buff of -400 to all Accuracy Checks of Sight Range techniques and -200 to all Awareness Checks. This can be removed with an Awareness Check vs 1000 to represent your ability to see your opponent through the Fog. Clearing the Field: A player may choose to remove this weather condition from the field by using a Wind Element technique of Ranged or Sight Range. This of course must make sense to blow away all the fog and will also save your opponent. This is a check of Seal Str(x2) or Str(x2) + Accuracy of Technique vs 1600.
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DenShazo15 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
96
Total: 96 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 9:26 pm
Quote: Initiative: 96 + 14 = 110 Quote: Level:
Stats
Resolve:
---Chakra: 10600
---Stamina: 6200
---Focusing: 59
---Toughness: 86
Taijutsu:
---Strength: 50
---Agility: 145
Ninjutsu:
---Seal Strength: 106
---Seal Speed: 224
Genjutsu:
---Intelligence: 320
---Will Power: 109 On the way down to the the arena in which his next fight was going to take place, Notwen couldn't help but notice the cracks that had appeared on the walls. The power and skill necessary to pull off a technique of that level were monumental, and caused the crippled Uchiha to slow down his pace. He didn't know who had used that jutsu, but he knew that person wasn't from his bloc. Still, the notion of having to go against someone of that caliber was indeed frightening. " Get a grip N! You're more than capable!" came Novvus' voice from within his subconscious. Upon hearing his twin's voice the crippled Uchiha snapped out of his minor stupor. " By the way, I just realized something crucial." " What is it Novvus?" asked Notwen, a bit intrigued by his brother's tone. " Back at the old man's store. That guy we were talking to was not Zeru. It was his twin, Takera." The dark-skinned blonde stopped in his tracks. " I don't get what his issue is. The fact that he keeps hiding his true identity is really bothersome too. No wonder he was in such a hurry to leave our group on the second exam. He was trying to put distance between himself and Kyu. After all, Kyu was the leader of that mission and according to him Takera had been MIA since the incident. Well, whatever the case may be, his cover has been blown." " It is sad, but true..." agreed Novvus. The crippled Uchiha continued his trek until he came to the proper arena. There was a smoke-like secretion escaping from the cracks in the door, but it didn't smell like there was anything was burning. Notwen twisted the door's handle and pulled it open. At first the fog was stationary, but then the drag created by the opening door pulled it out of the room and sent it cascading into the hall. What the- thought the dark-skinned blonde, taken by surprise at how heavy the fog was. Not only was it nearly impossible to see through, but it was also a bit challenging to breathe through it. I have to fight through this?! Sighing, Notwen went into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. There was light coming from above, but it only served the purpose of making the fog a little less blinding. " Notwen, we're gonna have to be more careful here." said Novvus. The dark-skinned blonde became more alert and serious, immersing himself in the mindset of the hunter he was. " You can count on that bro." Quote: Notwen's Stats After medical treatment Chakra: 7662 Fatigue: 0 Stamina: 6,000 ~Internal Critical Rank 8~
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Chaoscarrier rolled 1 100-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-100)
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Chaoscarrier Vice Captain
Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:07 pm
Quote: Level: 32
53,336/56,100 EXP
Stats
Resolve: ---Chakra: 11,000 ---Stamina: 10,000 ---Focusing: 30 ---Toughness: 145 Taijutsu: ---Strength: 80 ---Agility: 125 Ninjutsu: ---Seal Strength: 80 ---Seal Speed: 125 Genjutsu: ---Intelligence: 360 ---Will Power: 75 From across the room a voice spoke out towards Takera. " You there! Boy with the white hair! Your match is commencing and you're not even there to participate in it!" The voice almost seemed femanine. Takera turned to look at the girl standing at the edge of the room. " Huh?" Takera spoke as he moved away from Drake's bed and towards her. " Your match wasn't the best, but it was still entertaining." The girl said a bit flustered as she turned and headed down the hall. Takera tilted his head in confusion and sighed as he shook his head with an expression of confusion. " What was that all about? ..Wait.. did she just say my next match started without me?! DAMN!" Takera shouted as he hauled arse out the door and down the hall. He sprinted in medium strides down the hall quickly as he followed the signs towards the entrance to the colliseum floor. He snagged a carton of milk from a tray of a passing person who angrily shook his fist at Takera. " Sorry! I'll pay you back, I swear. Thaaaank yooouu~" Takera spoke as he zipped down the hall shaking the carton of milk with his bandaged arm. He slowed to a hault only a few feet from the corridor and looked down at the bandages on his arm that showed between his gloves and his shirt. He thought about it for a short moment as he shook the carton of milk one last time and split the top side open. He chugged down the milk relatively quick and lightly jumped as he slung his arm up over his head and outwards tossing the milk carton clear across the hall. It smacked the far edge of the trash bin and bounced on the rim lightly before in haulted on one edge almost balanced. Takera stared almost intently as it leaned and then fell in. " GOAL!" Takera said under his breath before turning down the corridor towards the large metal doorway. The door way edged open as Takera found an extremely thick veil of fog drift into the corridor rushing past his feet. He found himself extremely bewildered. " We've gotta fight in that? How do they expect us to really do that?" Takera commented to himself. He stood his ground staring into the fog intently as the feint lights of the corridor behind him went out and things became darker. " Juust great," Takera said as he sighed lightly and took a single step forward closer to the intense fog. Quote: Medical Treatment:Chakra: 11,000 Stamina: 10,000 Fatigue: 0 Quote: Note: I'll acknowledge that Notwen 'believes' it's Takera, however I refuse to acknowledge that he 'knows' as, despite the ease of it, he's RPically taken no steps in knowing which one exactly of the two twins. Takera's walking into this fight without his mask on. Two Factors why you can't just know it's him despite the missing mask. - The fog is ridiculously thick - The two brothers are twins and as it stands, Novvus couldn't distinguish which one Takera is since he didn't know Takera personally. I have no problem with you knowing, Den. I have a problem with HOW you know. Do it right or don't do it at all.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 5:41 pm
As he walked blindly through the dense, shimmering fog, Notwen heard a door somewhere to his right close. He turned to face the direction the noise came from, but remained silent and tried to discern the faintest of sounds coming from that area. It seems that my opponent's here... thought the dark-skinned blonde as he turned around. If his plan was to work correctly, he would have the upper hand from the start." Notwen Uchiha and Takera Uchiha, you may begin your bout! The best of luck to you both!" said the proctor over the loudspeakers. Notwen smiled, the excitement about fighting this mysterious Takera filling him with energy. It's showtime! Soul Spark!! thought the crippled Uchiha as he ignited his astral hand and began weaving seals. The first was to conjure the eight fireballs that would become clones of himself. Notwen did these one by one in front of him so that the flames would be undetectable by sight. Once they were assembled around him the dark-skinned blonde joined their minds together with his Web of Intrigue, allowing them to now freely communicate with each other mentally. " Alright guys, here's the plan: You'll be split into four teams of two. The lead will be holding a Calormen while the the tail isn't too far behind. You will all head in the same general direction. If you bump into the opponent only the tail of the team that bumps into him will attack. In the event that the opponent attacks either a lead or a tail, i want you all to home in on his coordinates and converge on the opponent. Try to hold him down so i can trap him in the System. Understood?" The clones nodded and said they understood. " Then go get him. Good luck guys." The clones now headed off in their teams. Once they had gotten about twenty feet away from the original they began to walk in Takera's general direction. Thirty seconds after one team would depart, the next one would ignite a Calormen and head off at a slightly altered angle. Two minutes would pass and all the clones would now be moving in a sweeping formation through the heavy fog in the white-haired Uchiha's general direction. While this was happening, the original Notwen was channeling is chakra into his hands so that he would be able to fire off the System the moment it was needed. Quote: Note: Since you were in your fight against come_play the whole time i was fighting aizen you won't really know what to expect me to do other than use Novvus since you've seen me use him.
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Chaoscarrier Vice Captain
Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 2:38 pm
Takera took a step forward through the door, but stopped immediately as he heard the sounds of another door nearby to his left (Notwen's right) shutting. His eyebrow arched some in curiousity as to what came through the door, but before he could give it another thought the loud speakers had gone off introducing the two and their match. Takera remembered that Notwen was fond of his puppet, however he also believed similarly that the same fondness of his puppet may also limit his ability to put it in harm's way despite being able to rebuild it. Takera pondered for a second, but very feintly as if near the same direction the door shut, he could hear very slight pattering. Almost as if a group of people were slowly making their way towards him from that direction. Takera took a slow step to his right as he began deciding on a strategy. Just as his foot slowly slid back, it grazed something. Takera's eyes widened considerably as he considered the possibility of traps being littered through their arena/colliseum. He turned immediately in reflex on his one leg closed to the trap and had his alternate leg raised as though to defend, but nothing happened. Keeping silent he paused only for a moment before he kept he moved his leg slowly back down to the ground. It was clear he needed to remain silent and keep his composure or this fight would soon put him at odd ends. He kneeled down trying to get a glimpse at the structure his grazed and very lightly ran his fingers down the side. It was that of a wooden board in texture and something relatively sharp was sticking through parts of it. Takera eyes widened some as he realized how much of an issue these traps would pose to both players. He moved by sliding his feet an inch above the air, carefully feeling out all the traps in the general area from where he originally stood and out a good degree to his right. Doing this would give him a better understanding of his part of the arena and keep himself partially distanced from the incoming group on his left. Once he was certain just where a good deal of the traps and their triggers were placed he moved back slowly to the wall of the arena and formed an ice mirror across the wall. Slowly and silently the ice mirrors began to duplicate and before long mirrors were formed 4 feet apart all along his side of the wall and a few had found themselves hovering atop the arena. He wasted no time melding with his mirrors and skipped silently through them at sharp speeds trying to get a fix on the group's location. Their footsteps grew louder, but at a slow rate which told Takera it was possible Notwen was still as blind as Takera. With the thought stirring in his head he began to wonder just where Notwen himself was in the arena amidst all the heavy fog and traps. As he waited and kept himself shrouded using the protection of the mirrors and the very fog itself, his ideas began to well up inside. He considered quite possibly a dozen outcomes from how the current situation might resolve, however it wasn't very likely more than one or two of his thought up scenarios would play out as the fog and traps were troublesome enough, there was no telling what else might be still waiting in the fog for them both. Quote: Note: I'm reading the RP carefully, so please mind how you go about things. The conditions and supporting factors are strong to my moves and give me leverage for the time being. Much appreciated.~
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 3:52 am
The first troop of clones was almost to the other side of the arena. For several minutes now they had moved without much incident or encounters, so they were caught off guard when the lead stepped directly on a something sharp and pointy. It took the tail a half second to jump up and latch on to the lead's back and drag him backward. Had it not, the lead would have been impaled by the spike board that had shot off past the space which its body had just occupied. I should have known there were traps hidden in the mist... thought the original as he continued to charge up the Greater System. After a few moments thinking out the best way to go about moving around through the dense fog, the dark-skinned blonde addressed his clones via the web of intrigue. " Alright guys. It's too dangerous to move about blindly. One of you almost got impaled by spikes, and i'm pretty sure that that wasn't the only one we need to look out for. Tails, I want want you to open up your crown chakra and generate an awareness dome that extends up to ten feet in every direction. Inform your leads of everything in their path via your mental connections, but also watch your own backs. Our opponent is an Uchiha as well, so anything's possible." As the tails spread their awareness domes, Notwen began to get what appeared to be a map of the four domes. The visual appeared like four peas in a pod, but it was effective in seeing what was ten feet in every direction. What upset the crippled Uchiha the most was the fact that even with the extent of the clone's awareness field Takera was still undetected. A few seconds later one of the clones made contact with a sheet of ice that had somehow come from nowhere. The dark-skinned blonde arched his eyebrow in confusion when the lead sent him the details. It sounds like ice creation... But how!? That's an ability you have to have the Mizu lineage to use! The same clone then discovered the other mirrors that led up the wall and further into the mist. " Alright guys, this is what i want you to do. Four of you run up the wall next to the mirrors and see what you find up there. Same formation. Next i want two if you guys, one on either side of the mirrors, to fire off your crown chakras to the max and lay in wait for whatever happens up there. The last two i want you to run in my direction but off to my left. Move out!" Swiftly the clones did as the were told. Two teams ran up toward the top of the wall while two held the base of the wall with twenty feet of awareness each, and the last two ran back towards the original. Quote: Note: 1. Notwen was at the fight first and he closed the door behind him when he came in. According to your first post you were late to the fight, so i don't see how you could hear the door on my side close. Just putting that out there. I will reply when i have the time Quote: Sai's Note: His argument is that he never closed his door and you "heard" a door close. So as a sound he didn't create he's following it as well since he's also across from you and not to your right. Now both of you stop whining over the littlest details. Enjoy the damn fight, this damn thing feels like its going to be just as stressful as a system if ya don't.
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Chaoscarrier Vice Captain
Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 1:47 am
Takera heard the group moving closer and closer towards his area. As he mulled it over in his head, he heard them rustle about suddenly when a trap went off. The sounds of the trap reaching it's maximum reach and jerking back made Takera assume there was no actual hit. The noise generated from the group lessened considerably for a short while before they began to move again, this time more organized than the first. Takera weaved a few handseals within his upper mirror and sixteen clones assembled, each appearing upside down clung to his mirrors and he melded forth from his own mirror and glanced towards them only for a brief moment. He'd developed the idea before creating the clones, so each clone already knew it's own goals. Quickly the clones dispersed (moved). The first two moved out silently through the mirrors to the ends of the mirror's length and descended below distanced on either side from the group that had been trying to find Takera. The rest split into three groups of five and made their way across the ice mirrors in the air to reach the general 'center' of the arena. They all moved as silently as they could. Once the ice mirrors ran out, they formed the ice steps to reach their destination. Reaching their destinations, the first two clones made a few handseals and the ice mirrors along the walls and skies faded away into water, washing down over the battlefield. From there the two clones proceeded with more handseals and ice began to extend evenly and quickly from both their spots all around, going up the walls and across the ground itself. The ice molded and twisted, forming what seemed like a playground of ice with tricks, turns, and various surprises laying about it. Before long a good quarter of the arena was coated in a decent layer of this playground-like Ice. Each group still in the air spread out a ways and made a wide formation like a box with one of them in each corner and one in the dead center. Spaced decently apart, each of them began to focus and form plates of ice beneath the entire group. From the edges and partially beneath the platform of ice, spikes extended rather quickly forming a rather sharp line of defense and a beautful row of weaponry at the same time. Before another moment could pass the ice platforms dropped one by one to the icy ground below landing a bit roughly and then immediately sliding at accelerated speeds across the ice outwards towards the other parts of the arena. As the platforms moved the ones atop the plates spread the reach of the ice drastically. The plates moved to each remaining quarter of the arena with haste and submerged the arena in field of icey traps, twists, turns, and various alterations. The two clones who covered the first quarter of ice began to cover their bodies in the defensive ice coating as they formed swords in their hands also made from the ice. Hastily they moved to sink within the ice and travel at astonishing speeds towards the group seeking them out. With quick bursts they popped in and out of the ice sending quick slashes and sturdy strikes towards the clone, even using their ice coated bodies as weapons against the clones. One of the clones caught the sound of footsteps up the wall and realized a few had begun to ascend before they reached the clones. They shot up the wall covered in ice and immediately fired themselves out of the wall at the remaining clones sending a flurry of sword slashes upon them while they were upon the side of the wall, forcing them out into the air and dispersing (destroying) them. Those riding the three massive plates rode as quickly as they could sliding across and roaming the icy battlefield. It wasn't long before they reached the final quarter of the field as they trampled anything that didn't belong. The one entering the final portion of the icey field from the center slowed and reversed it's pace as the other two closed in moving towards Novvus's location. Quote: Your free as a bird to contest your clones being destroyed, but pay close attention to the situation. A few different basics are in place here and the stealth factor is applied as well. I'd be hardpressed to believe you didn't lose two or so clones in the mess.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 10:16 am
Notwen was taken completely by surprise. He didn't anticipate that Takera had a number of clones that doubled his own. Now the crippled Uchiha had no idea where to let his Grater System loose. The clones that had been following up the wall reached the top where the mirrors had begun to spread towards the center and began following behind the mass of clones that had used the mirrors as a bridge, but.... Quote: Will finish later. This post marks my abdication from the tournament due to my upcoming trip. Good luck in the finals Takera ^_^
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:38 am
[@DenShazo15- When you get back feel free to PM me the ending of your post for me to edit in]
Suddenly the proctor appeared beside Notwen, his hands raised to prevent any further harm to befall the genin as well as to stop him from lashing out suddenly at his opponent. "This match is over. As due to Forfeit, Takera Uchiha is the winner~" The proctor said before motioning for medical nin to come and see to both shinobi as they led them back out of the arena.
[Notwen/Takera's stats are the same as when they entered the match]
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