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 Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 4:02 am
Autumn Fest.
Welcome to the Autumn Fest. Please enjoy yourself here. There are plenty of drinks... Lots of food and plenty of festivities for all to go around. This happens outside of the regular time line. So you are more then welcome to continue your standard role play and be in this festival.
One of the First Activities that can be enjoyed at the festival. Is to freely switch your clan. You can drink the special cider and wake up somebody completely different. All you have to do is swap your clan techniques for other clan techniques in an equal trade. If you have a balance of technique points left. They are gone. You do get a chance to remake your made ups that you made specifically for your clan techniques.
The Second Activity is of course a Rolling game. Who can roll the highest number and who can roll the lowest number by the end of the game. The Winner of the highest number will be able to Block with the Tower of Earth. The second will be able to attack at a much more defined rate as the roses cover them. The winner will be granted the Rumbling Rose.
The third Activity is a Game of Will. Some gods are over looking this event and are looking for somebody to be worthy of their divine will. However, they are looking for the most dedicated. So who can rp the most in this forum with their character. The winner will be declared to be worthy.
The Last Activity is a game of chance. Who can post last. The Winner of this time based activity will be rewarded with the Staff of the Righteous. Do Enjoy your time at the fest. please don't hurt each other and learn to enjoy each others company. This is the only time that we will ever disable your ninja, demon, angel, godlike powers. So eat, be marry, and enjoy your time spent here. Remember to number you post.. 
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 12:53 pm
Joker whistles..
ello is this thing on..
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 3:30 pm
A female would slowly approach the festival in an attempt to participate in it. She is wearing a tan short vest that barely reaches her navel. It is tight and always left open to reveal an obscene amount of cleavage. The collar is flared up to about her ears. Beneath the vest she is sporting a lacy black bra that is far too small for her. Her breasts seem to be larger than they are because of the vest causing her breast size to be a decent C cup. She isn't very curvy but has a defined curve to her sides. Her bottoms consist of a pair of tan daisy duke shorts that match the vest in looking like patent leather. On her feet are boots that extend up to a few inches below her knees. Her legs aren't very thick but she is more along average in the shape of her legs. The boots seem like they slip on rather than are fastened on but are skin tight. Covering her eyes are a pair of dark brown sunglasses to hide her eyes from view. But just as she would approach the festival with the idea in mind to cause some chaos, her heart pounds once very heart. She draws in air quickly and suddenly three other beings burst from her body and her clothes are suddenly gone. Every single shred of clothing would just vanish, even her shades.
Her white hair would roll from the back of her hair, as if having grown longer in that instant, and would fall over the ground. She would fall to her knees, her eyes closed, as her hair would try to cover her bare body. She would slip her arms around her chest trying to hide her breasts before hunching forward a little. One of the forms that would fly off would tumble to a stop finally a feet from the female and whimper angrily. The dog, a rich black color, would get to its feet and run its gaze over the area. It would do so quickly as if worried someone might have seen something. The canine would have traces of wire and slabs of metal welded to its body here and there. It's brown eyes would stop to fall on the girl before it would sort of grumble and sit on the ground. It's ears would twitch a moment before the dog would move to another form that had flown from the girl. A black spatter on the ground in front of the girl would shake before pulling together. Glowing yellow eyes would peer around warily before settling on the white dog. The creature would soon combine in order to take a more humanoid shape but would be bare much like the girl for a time. it would not cover itself for it held no genitalia to conceal.
Its hair would be a little beyond its shoulders as it would move the hair from its face. As that would happen their body would harden before cracking. The black would fall away and soon a boy would be seen wearing clothing. He would be wearing a a cloak that is all silver with a few hints of golds for the details covering the rest of his attire. Their left eye would be dark gray, almost black, and their right would be gray. Their gray hair would be straight and remain in their face. The boy would crouch down, digging the black boots into the ground and soon one knee. The dog from before would touch its nose to his forehead before shifting the hair out of his face. The two would stare at one another as the final being launched from the girl would sit up on the ground. They would press their hands to either side of their head as their red eyes would shakily look around. Everything gave off a smearing effect even when he wasn't looking from one thing to another. Every sound seemed distant like it was behind a thick door with thick walls. Things are extremely bright to the point where the male would shut their eyes before long. They couldn't understand things clearly in this state but it wasn't something they couldn't get used to again.
Their white hair would be thrown over their head from being thrown from the girl but wasn't normally much more tame. They would be wearing a white shirt with gray, downward facing arrows on it. His pants would be something like cargo shorts but pants and would be a light gray like the arrows. They would reach into their pocket to pull out a container with pills in it only for it not to be there. They would slowly get to their feet before looking at the girl and then at the dog and boy. "Ahwt uts ppeehdan?" The youth shakes their head before frowning deeply. He'd forgotten what them splitting meant. He looks at the girl on the ground, waiting for her to say something. Just as the boy and the dog would look over at the one that spoke, so would the girl. She would open her eyes slowly before shifting her head and looking up at him from under her eyelids. She couldn't understand what he was saying but he was probably asking what any of them would. Why had they split off? The girl would stand up, releasing her chest, and would look at the teenager still holding his head.
"Damnation, that's what you call yourself, isn't it? I've been waiting for the opportunity to dig my hand deep into your body and feel around to see what organ is what. You do have organs, don't you? Not that it matters since you can't understand a thing I'm saying. So if you can't understand me and I can't understand you then you should just shut up and let the smart people talk. Excluding the mutt--." The dog would bark angrily as the boy she had been with gets to his feet and glowers at the girl. The girl would giggle before resting her hands on her hips. She didn't want to be around them anymore. At least until they found a means to combine again. So she would just go on ahead and search for some clothing. Unlike the boy's, her clothes were made from her own body, so she became naked the moment she lost any connection with her abilities completely. As she would turn and leave she would remember the sensation of her growing weaker before suddenly her abilities vanished. It was... thrilling. She wanted to scream when her heart pounded hard before. She only wished she couldn't breathe for a while longer so she would pass out.
Once the female walks away, the boy beside the dog would sigh, "I really don't see why we even combined with that lunatic Yoki in the first place. She's strong but she's not worth the trouble." He would hear the dog grumble and then would look over at the one that Yoki had just finished insulting. By his expression, strained and angry, he was putting the words together in his head somehow. "Despite his condition, Damnation finds a way to amaze. I can't comprehend how he's even able to decipher all of that in his head." Feeling a nudge the youth smiles. "Yeah. I guess it's only right given how intelligent he was before. His mental abilities were what made him formidable before we combined. I just wish there was something I could do--." Noticing the dog suddenly take off running down the path leading into the festival from the secluded back region, he would stop talking and chase after it. Damnation, meanwhile, would be left to decipher the words of Yoki.
The boy would go through the process of taking the letters that he heard and forming them according to how she may have been saying them. Using the slight pauses or shifts in her voice to determine what was words and what was a string of letters. From there he would mental rearrange the words one by one until forming words. "Aatoindm, hatts whta uoy alcl urolfyes, nsit ti...?" The formation would be seen as: 'Damnation thats what you call yourself isnt it'. "Eiv nbee itniawg orf hte itnppooyru ot igd ym nahd toin uyro bdoy dna eelf undrao ot ese hawt grano si ahtw..." It would take him a few seconds longer than the first sentence but he would get the formation to: 'Ive been waiting for the opportunity to dig my hand deep into your body and feel around to see what organ is what'. "Ouy od evah sragon notd yuo...?" He would quickly form this sentence to 'You do have organs dont you'. "Ton hatt ti tterams nices uyo nact entrddnaus a hintg mi asygni..." After a few seconds less than the previous sentence, he would pull the word formation into: 'Not that it matters since you cant understand what im saying'.
The teen was growing more and more irate. At this point he would be a few sentences behind Yoki. "Os fi uoy antc trenduasd em dan i atcn ddensartu yuo hent oyu ouhsdl tsju stuh pu adn elt eht artms oelppe klat..." The formation would come to: 'So if you cant understand me and I cant understand you then you should just shut up and let the smart people talk.' eventually as the red eyes of Damnation would trail the path Yoki had taken to leave. He would analyze the rest while his body would move to go after the girl. The male would be red with anger. Well, on the inside as he was the most pale of all of them. He had a lack of pigment to his skin from years of manipulating chakra barriers. It eventually came to affect him as sun couldn't touch his skin before long. They had observed the area thoroughly and only entered in that area after seeing no one had been around. So while it would be an interesting sight, it would not be one to be had by the 'normal' people.P o s t 1
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 9:09 pm
 The darkness, the sheer never ending pit of black that held itself within the confines of every nook, and every cranny of any room that possessed even the smallest amount of soft lamplight or flame's flicker. The very dimly noticed shadows that most would simply over look due to the sheer fact that they were always present in a daily life cycle for any individual. All these pits of sinister blackness would gradually begin to shift, the shadows themselves reaching outwards towards the light as if it was beckoning for the light to swallow it whole, disintegrate them in it's waves and simply make each corner, each desk or table's mirrored surface of black upon the ground merely vanish in it's entirety. Quickly the normal shapes of such shadows would shiver and begin to stretch, their very movements becoming too noticeable even for the normal people who were not trained in the art of a Shinobi to notice. Each shadow beginning to reach out slowly, the darkness itself welling around in a soft spiral before the stark white contrast of bone would begin to reach outwards towards a chair that was situated within a corner of a normally well lit area, as the bony appendage would crack down with simple snaps of unused ligaments upon the chair itself. The shadows to which it had emerged spiraling around the body less limb as it began to form first veins and vessels, and then the muscle of the body. Soon after it would create itself into that of a the pale flesh to which the body was normally seen composed of. A white sleeve would begin forming itself over the arm, as the remainder of the body would take a similar form from the shoulder of the formally body less arm itself. The bones creating out of the sheer darkness of the shadows that had held it's form, as the lights in the immediate area would begin to flicker and dim in comparison. Almost as if the shadow of the realm was quickly attempting to pull itself in and suck the very light out of the area. This action alone was something much more violent, much more sinister then the initial action feigning of attempted supernatural suicide. With the bones of the figure forming itself, the heart at the center of it's chest would spiral from thin air, a black and bloodless appearance to which at a glance someone might believe eyes were irregularly placed upon it's surface, the crimson glowing orbs blinking and glancing wildly around in all directions as if they were gathering everything in, until the very moment the heart itself would be seen to begin beating within the organ less rib cage of bone. Although as soon as the heart beat began, the flurry of movement associated with the sudden creation of the remainder of the organs as well as the blood veins, vessels and muscle would follow. The skin following close behind as the pale body itself would begin creating itself. With all this happening, the remainder of the body had already begun to construct itself from the shadow itself, taking on a faint vision of it's normal form before simply drawing itself together much like the rest of the body would. The sleeve of white cloth would quickly begin to draw itself over the body, connecting with a sleeve that had formed across the other side and forming simply into the inside dress shirt portion of a suit, the darkness of the shadows itself flourishing around the male's body as it would form the remainder of the suit around him, his face still completely covered in the shadows that were creating his form as he slowly began to walk forwards and into the light. Long black hair cascading downwards over his facial features as the muscle and veins had already begun to form around the face itself, pale white flesh following close behind as a rather mistrusting smile slowly cracked across the bleeding lips that were forming on his face. Twin matching crimson eyes would blink open as they looked one way and the other, his tongue slipping from his mouth and sliding across the lips in order to remove the small blotches of blood that were accidentally caused by his too sudden movement of his lips. As soon as he had stepped outwards and into the light, the dimming and flickering lights of the immediate area would snap off in an instant. Drawing the entire form of this male into darkness. Screams erupting from every possible angle within this area of darkness as the shadows themselves would move and writhe as if living beings were adjusting positions within the very nature of the darkness itself. The twin crimson eyes of the male who hadn't even announced his presence officially yet, would blink once within the darkness. With the blink thousands of different shaped and angled eyes would open at the same time of his own reopening. Each eye looking in every and all direction as the shadowed and barely noticeable forms of things to which only would hold themselves within a nightmare would barely be noticed within the shade that the forgone lights had produced. Before the shadowed figures themselves could even be fully grasped in, the lights would snap back on and reveal there to be absolutely nothing in the area other then this lone male. His blood red gaze snapping from one side to the other as he peers across anyone who may have been impacted when they were simply enjoying what was going on in the festival itself. The male hadn't come here to cause trouble, he did not possess the full amount of control over something as deep and ancient as what he possessed within his very soul itself. The Black was something to which held no material possession other then his own body and soul to this world, it was what drew in the chaos and darkness of other's into the real world in order to make the very images real even in the blinking of a light coming and going. As the male casually shifted his hands from his sides and slid them into the pockets of his dress pants. He would begin walking forwards and into the festivities themselves. His gaze moving slowly from one face to the next as he casually wondered whether he would find those that he actually recognized anymore. He was certain that the majority of those that he once knew had long passed or vanished from this world all together, leaving either children or simply their stories of existence as a notice that they were once here. The long standing Kage of Hidden Alchemy, the Fuhrer, Thantos Dante has decided to make his presence to the world once again; And even the effects of the powerful shinobi that held this place safe, could not hold down the sinister evil to which was the power he possessed. Even so the male had not returned to the land of the living as a means to defeat or cause harm. He was here on a social call, keeping the title of Fuhrer on his chest so as to prevent the total fear that should come from the fear of death, towards anyone that looked his way. With each step forward the shadows around Thantos would shiver and move towards him, almost reaching out as if they were long lost fans and trying to simply touch him. Although even as they moved a single glance from the male's crimson eyes would snap them back in place and force them into the inanimate forms they normally held when he was not around. [1]
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 4:50 am
 As of lately, Moral had been down. Schi had chewed out and barked at his soldiers, especially the women for a while, this festival was their reward for being loyal to their empire. Some fog had been coming in as he walked for some time now, clacking his black boots on the grey cold stones below, he carried his wooden dark red crimson Hidden Time banner threw the night with his death squad as he marched in a rut to his destination, none had stopped yet for anything. The quite so dark and eerily dim lantern lights hung on street lamps and displayed on some orange pumpkin spooky faced jack o'lanterns, some mixed displays of fresh and rotting could tell how early they started decorating towns folk had placed outside on stone stoops and small wooden porches to celebrate the local Autumn Festivals. The torch lights in the iron and vegetable lanterns had their flame fueled lights cascaded small shadows over the very old cobblestone road that his men marched across. Their well polished boots crashed across the road in a thunderstorm of loud stomping. No one would know who they were, nobody would care who they were, and that's exactly how Schi wanted it to be. They dressed in old uniforms from The Village Hidden in Time. Yes the uniforms were old but they couldn't be judged that the uniforms looked aged, in fact they probably had the most well maintained armor in all of the Shinobi world. The faces of these marching men were covered with wooden, red painted masks of the olden god " Mars" so no emotion could be seen, no stitches would be viewed, no scars could be shown to any curious human. In the marching five man death squad Schi was in front, leading them to their destination. Nobody spoke a word the entire journey here, they just marched as always, it was becoming the thing to do since their emperor had started ordering executions and having brother versus brother Colosseum style matches, using insubordinate soldiers as the Gladiators. The first soldier of his army to scream "surrender" when Schi was conquering land or clans on one of Schi's Purges would have their tongues wrenched then cut out with a sacrificial artifact of Hidden Time used for accent god worship. Giving your opponent a chance to surrender was showing that they were both cowardly, The soldier and the defending Shinobi. The dagger was feared to say the least but the tongueless soldier would be useful for scouting parties when quiet minds and no words were essential to the stealth. After walking threw the fogy and chilly night they had arrived. Schi placed his wood pole and cloth banner down in triumph, he smirked and looked up at his banner, it was the new cross he carried, it was to him the world Atlas carried on his back, just more disposable than the entire working class or a human race. He atlast broke the silent stand still with a calm voice. "We are not here to conquer anything, I promised to march our legs over the land while the sun sets and rises till then I want this night to be your night relax, feast, enjoy yourselves but, most importantly do not let your guard down." Schi said as he walked into a tent serving caramel apples. Schi extends his arm to take a few free samples of the sticky and delicious sugary treat. He bit his teeth into the tooth rotting snack and stepped out of the tent. Flashback flooded back to his head, how back then he was afraid of spirits on holidays like this. Now he had a reason to be afraid of the one who screamed in agony, shaking their chains in a howling agony. Irrelevant, Schi was a different person now; as if he had been threw things that would break different men. It was over reacting for the most part, his nerve and backbone were as stiff and stable as iron girders now, yet they would break someday as Schi lost his sanity. Schi went threw scenarios in his head and war gaming strategies along side his soldiers such as if he was driven back to his last stand. He would want to fight another rising army and be defeated by it. Watching out the window, dead bodies all around him, standing all alone, watching the land burn, like what he would do to so many other clans and villages and country. It was only expected the tables would turn on the soon to be conquering Emperor once he had made his moves. Schi would have to at least take back some land first before he had his 'perfect death'.As he thought of his innocent final wish, chewing the caramel apple to its core he throws away the scraps of its now slim and lack of a presence. Schi walked with his Hidden Time banner to his soldiers to check up on them, to his surprise it felt good to see them happy, it would of melted his heart as he felt the joy inside it un-crusting the beating red organ, feelings he thought he'd never feel again welled up a bit inside him. Every ones mind off fighting and taking over villages for now, Schi managed to smile and give them a thumbs up. He closed his eyes and sat down on a bench, opening his eyes and sighing content with life, relaxed even from the sight of his soldiers lifting their masks to show cheerful, yet bruised and beaten, as well as some torn also stitched faces as they walked around gathering soft light brown pretzels with salt and mustered, light blue and pink fluffy also colorful cotton candy. They weren't battle scars that they wore under their now lifted and held up high wooden Mars masks; No, the soldiers that took participation in his death squad were still healing from the anger he took out on them, yet they wouldn't forget the madness that stewed inside the angry pot of hatred deep down in the chambers of their emperor. Insanity soon would fallow after boiling anger as it always would. Taking a better look at the iron lantern street lights from the road Schi had marched from. The young man picked up his wooden staff which was also his one polled crimson flag banner and strolled smiling at the fall festival decorations. To him the lights weren't over done at all, they were perfect and with Schi's closer detailed perception he had some cobwebs on them revealed to his close viewing nature, always able too spot goods and evils of the crooked Shinobi world and law. The cobwebs lacked any creepy crawly things or icky left over insects so it was a safe bet to assume they were purely for show and not real at all. A little thankful and even happy that the white cotton'esk sting was just for show it would be a talented and amusing autumn decoration anyways yet a tad disturbing that the town had spiders that size. The light fog rolled in closer to Schi now covering his feet as he made a pit stop at the towns cemetery. The place where the dead were put to rest and also where Schi, as a younger ninja would abandon all hope for when he entered one. Not this time though, he was brave now, spirits had not un-nerved him since he was a pre-teen. The young man dug his banner into the ground again so it would hang proudly like a flag in the breeze but it weren't the time to be a patriotic. Now was a time to stroll threw the graveyard, checking tombstone after tombstone to gain any idea of what it feels like to have a last name. At this fall season festival the soon to be once again emperor was told and invited even too have his clan changed. Schi wasn't here for a twisted thing like abandoning his last name for a new one. That made him uneasy of what the ninja had been doing here. Too leave who you were for someone else just in the 'good spirits' that someone would teach you a new super crazy powerful jutsu. How dare these ninja enter here for only that reason or just that reason at all to swap out who they were like a god damn baseball card. What a disgrace to even call yourself a Shinobi after people who would do that discretely or with company. Cases of rape, murder, and major pillaging came to Schi's mind as he shook the very tall black iron Gothic style doors to the graveyard, he shook them faster so that they would clang and make noise before entering to once again stew in his angry hot rage. No one would probably hear him he thought even as he shook the heavy metal gates to the graveyard. Everybody here including his own men were too far away to hear him knocking and clanging, fumbling locks or doors in the cold foggy night. At this moment while he walked the path looking at all the last names of people who died displayed across each stone tombstone Schi averted his attention too study the moon. It was full and brighter than before, clouds stuck to the ground making it appear a tad foggy rather than block the stars and planets that decorated the vast pitch black ocean that was the night sky. He smiled at the never ending tapestry of stars and felt his eyes grow a little heavy. No no, the sun had only just set a while ago he thought, it was no where near time to go to bed in this very young and way more exciting evening. He rose his right hand into the sky and imagined the wonderful night sky to be a soft, warm, cozy dark blanket that the teen could pull over himself and be tucked away under till morning was here and it was time to seek and destroy once more. Schi smirked again and quickly shook his head a little and then went back to his little eye spy game with the last names carved into the front of the dark and light colored stone tombstones and creepy graveyard ordements. It was sad but true, this was the most he smiled in a long time since he had lost Hidden Mist ownership. It was his own damn neglect that drove him to do it, not that he was a bad leader. But then again, what really proved to the Shinobi world that he was a good leader? He would need to save up and do something big again too prove he was worth standing in the way of the crooked agenda of the Kage's and independent Hidden villages in the world. After awhile of not finding anything too exciting and or interesting. The young man returned to the front entrance of the creepy gothic cemetery "Well, i'd be damned if that were not an omen." Schi said grimly standing over his fallen banner. It must of been the wind he thought as he stood it back up, replanting it into the ground. It was only in right mind not to blame the mischievous spirits of the eve since they were probably even more powerful and had a good will to be pranking unfortunate people who had the displeasure to get mad at their playful behavior. Tonight was a night where the heavy red velvet curtains of the world of the living came down, just a little. What did Schi just do? He walked threw a grave yard and shook a gate possibly waking the damn things up from their slumber. All they wanted was rest if they were too come out, which they wouldn't. Yes, the walking was quiet and slow prance threw the grave yard. Schi also walked the paths respectfully threw the hollow grounds but the way he raddled the cage outside would of made any sort of ghost mad or even furious with the young Emperor. So wind or windigo that had played part in knocking down the blood colored, cloth felt Hidden Time banner, It was picked up and placed on the earth again. Maybe posting it so close to the graves was a bad idea, it could make the dead not well with un rest he thought. Meaning no disrespect to any past souls at all, the young man held his banner in his hands, then plucked it up to be carried threw the foggy streets. Craving some more holiday treats his stomach growled after all that walking to the festival and threw the grave site. He quickened his pace and started walking faster back to the festival where he was sure too see his death squad having fun without executing an of the towns folk or guard. For one night they would rest their spears and enjoy the bask feeling of fun, soaking it in along side their leader. He had met up with his heavily accent armored men and observed what they had gotten to eat. Mostly the soldiers diet, cooked and or roasted vegetables, heavy on the spices and barbecued pork on small wooden sticks. Two of the soldiers even were silly enough to have a childish sword fight with the short twig size sticks. Schi watched their foolishness as he went up to the stand and bought his own. What a beautiful and perfect night for some well cooked meat. As Schi began to eat his shish kebab he tasted all its roasted and charcoal flavors. He would of asked for the shish kebab recipe but was too fascinated studying its tender flavors. It would be served in a hun'z styled victory meal now from here on out. His taste buds erupting him and his death squad soldiers would order shish kebab's and pumpkin flavored ale all night long, getting buzzed and rowdy. So buzzed and rowdy some soldiers would fight against their drunken selves for the hell of it and cause a scene on the town roads. Schi sipped his not very strong ale but quickly turned it into a chug, hoping that his death squad wouldn't get too overwhelming for the guests and start burning the entire place down. Perhaps some other time when grass lands needed to be taken but not this night of fun. Not keeping an eye on his small army, Schi walked around the festive. He kept drinking and eating slowing down as he began to hit a wall, mostly because of his strange obsession for tasting 'Pumpkin Ale' and he had to take a seat on the bench once more. Why was it only this time of year that the stores had released their large supply of pumpkin variety of treats. Schi was growing a weakness to the flavor. Wait! Could you even have a pumpkin weakness? Was that even a real thing? What ever the strange addiction was it was only once a year, damn those arrogant shopping markets for hoarding his favorite flavors! Maybe he was getting too spoiled. That was it, he needed more discipline! No more festivals in his honer every time he felt like parading around his death squads. Also on bad days, no more walking to the camps and beating his broken prisoners of war against the fences till he felt better about the bad day he was having. The young man changed and hardened his soul before, he could do it again as he neglected the spoils of war. IF he could neglect the spoils of war. . . The young leader scratched his chin with a hand and looked up into the sky for inspiration on what to go do next as he leaned back on the sturdy bench as if the night sky couldn't inspire some motivation. The dark star ocean twinkled as it basically covered ideas from everyone as they prayed or had their gaze set on it. Having a sharp mind was indeed a dangerous thing. The inspiration from a vast never ending space only added gasoline, pouring onto the firing flaming in his mind. "I'll conquer every single clan a ninja that comes here switches too." He spoke aloud while placing his hands behind his head and raiding one of his legs up, putting his ankle over his knee too rest his black booted steel toed foot. Schi really did want to kill and conquer clans, be the owner of villages, and he was also tired of making false bets and fake promises about attacking or killing. If this were a showdown and not a pacifist fest he would be able to show his talent for total warfare. No more cowardly talk of non-aggression pacts or wizarding his way with words out of a fight. Battles would be conducted only when Schi had a handicap or were on a large scale. He wouldn't attack the weak anymore no matter how fun it actually was. He couldn't wait for the next person to pick a fight with him, a lot of use it would do here with no lethal techniques he could practice on anyone here. It would of been just a fun time but the prizes had made it quite interesting. "Staff of the Righteous, Would it be right in anyway to give it a new home as my banner pole? Old glory is getting dusty with no blood to stain it like the old days." If Schi did in fact win one of these certain prized items he would go after a village and take it over with all he had plus the new staff. getting up again to eat he used his banner to wave people out of the line and cut to the front. Grabbing his wallet he poured gold coins out, spilling them all over the counter and was handed more coerced pumpkin ale bottles and full packed shish kebabs. It would be the death of him and he didn't care about his perfect death like before. Yet, the jingling of gold coins in his pocket and the desire to seek and destroy the ninja way would keep his tattered soul alive. Quote: Joker whistles..
ello is this thing on.. Schi looks around, looking confused and quizzical for who had just said that, scanning the crowds in all direction. Had it come from inside a building? On a stage he wasn't yet seeing? [ Post : I ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 5:20 am
Joker looked at the three that seemed to make it. They were the most vile villains form across the land.
"Woah... when the ninja land throws a parrty. It throws the most evilest party it possible can."
Joker whistled and he started to walk and shake hands.
"Hi. Joker.. Evil overlord clown scientist. Nice ot meet you nice to meet you."
Joker grabbed some punch.
" SO guys anything interesting goin on in the world.."
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 1:19 pm
 Bunting hung from every available surface, a riotous clash of reds, oranges, browns and yellows. The sweet and slightly woody scent of cinnamon and apples filled the air, tantalizing the taste buds and stirring the appetite. Vibrant music emitted from a handful of hidden speakers, diffuse sounds that created a pleasant background noise. Not so loud as it make conversation difficult, just loud enough to be heard if so desired. That was the scene that Teufel saw as she approached the festival. She had been reluctant to come, but Nyx had been adamant. You need to get out and get some fresh air, hiding in your room isn't going to fix anything!She had every right to hide away, after what had happened. She had survived, but for weeks after, her sleep had been punctuated by horrible nightmares. Those nightmares had been intense enough that her abilities had grown unstable as well. She would wake up, and feel disoriented as she had partially transformed into some more fiendish form. Occasionally to the extent that the fiend she had become was then released to wreak havoc. It galled her that she had to sleep under constant guard, but she recognized the necessity of it all. If another summoned fiend were to appear and wreak havoc, a rapid response was the best way to handle it. As the days went by, Nyx had grown concerned that Teufel hadn't seemed to be bouncing back. Regardless of how much she had been through, she had to be strong and resume her role as Baphomet. That was what had given her the idea to get Teufel to go out and socialize. Maybe if she got some fresh air, had some fun, she might finally return to how she used to be. It hadn't been easy; Teufel could be incredibly stubborn when she wanted to. But Nyx was determined to succeed, and had used an underhanded ploy to finally make Teufel agree to go. That was to appeal directly to her pride. Nyx had said she would go by herself, and then insinuated that it was good that Teufel wasn't going, if fighting were to break out, she wouldn't want to have to protect her. And it had worked. Though, judging by the glares that she was still receiving, Teufel hadn't yet forgiven her for her ploy. It would likely be some time before she would, too. She only hoped that the festival was as much fun as she was expecting, that it might put her in a better mood. So she ran ahead a few steps, before turning back, spinning on one hood. "One two three, it's a party! Four five six, for Teufel and Nyx! Six five four, step through that door! Three two one, let's have some fun!" "Yeah, yeah..." Teufel sighed as she followed her energetic minstrel into the festival. She wasn't really in much of a mood to party, but if that was what it took to get Nyx to stop badgering her, then so be it. She paused once she entered the festival hall, looking around as she took in the assorted details. It was even more impressive inside than it was on the outside. In addition to the copious bunting, there were balloons and props and all manner of other items. Too cheerful for her current state of mind, but she had to endure. She watched as Nyx gravitated toward one of the speakers, drawn by the sounds. Teufel took another look around before she approached one of the low tables assorted with food and drink. They fairly bulged with offerings of the season. Apple pie and apple cider, pumpkin bread and wild berries in trifles, jelled cranberries and roast goose and cinnamon scones. Apple cider and pumpkin ale, cinnamon coffees and hot chocolate. Enough food to feed a reasonable-sized army, showcasing a culinary highlight of the season. And while Demons would much rather eat souls, she could hardly pass up such a spread. She helped herself to a glass of spiced apple cider, snatching a cinnamon stick to stir into the drink to add still more flavor. This close to the table, the air fairly reeked of cinnamon, nutmeg and pumpkin. But it was a good stench, the stench of good eating. Taking a sip of her beverage, Teufel began to grudgingly explore the crowd. She didn't really want to socialize, but as a representative of the Beschatten sie Klausur, she couldn't let herself be a poor guest. Nyx had been right to appeal to her pride. She sighed, wondering how long it might be before things went wrong. "And they always do, it's only a matter of time..." For an instant, one of her eyes flashed yellow. But only for an instant, then it was gone. This was not a time for fighting, though old habits die hard. She was here to make Nyx happy, to try to prove she was healthy enough that she didn't need any more mothering from a Demon no older than herself. [Anyone who feels so inclined, you are welcome to interact with Teufel or Nyx. Obvious warning that that would not be conducive to winning the 'most posting in the festival' prize, of course...]
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:41 pm
Quote: Joker looked at the three that seemed to make it. They were the most vile villains form across the land.
"Woah... when the ninja land throws a parrty. It throws the most evilest party it possible can."
Joker whistled and he started to walk and shake hands.
"Hi. Joker.. Evil overlord clown scientist. Nice to meet you nice to meet you."
Joker grabbed some punch.
" SO guys anything interesting goin on in the world.."
Upon hearing the clowns sing song voice Schi frowned. He had no idea who these other people were. They were just guests enjoying the feasibility. It might be that they were perhaps profligates changing their clans. No, Schi along with his soldiers wouldn't kill any of them as they gorged themselves with party favors. He thought of getting onto his feet to chew out the clown who didn't understand him then did so. The young emperor walked about a yard away from the bench. Frustrated that he was called evil next to the filthy criminals that walked among him in front of the festival. Holding back his tsunami of warm angry brew he didn't smile or say a word. Half way to the Joker Schi placed his Village Hidden in Time banner and spoke. In a calm voice that most could tell had a biblical amount of anger behind it Schi looked at the Joker. He opened his mouth to speak strongly. So much for not attracting attention. "Am I a villain? Are what I conquer not evil themselves? Or am I a peace keeper? I seem to be the only one here that would keep the evils of humans from going out of control. I seem to be the only one here that would spread the wealth of my personal 'Manifest Destiny'." He said holding onto his old glory style crimson banner. Patriotic about his mission to exterminate the corrupted shinobi from this dirty ninja world. To seek and destroy evils of this world was the empires mission statement. Finding justice for even the smallest wrong action. Schi continued for a moment while watching too see if the Joker would listen or argue chaos with justice. "I shall educate you; introduce who I am now. Replace the weak with the strong and you have loyalty, keep running the world the way it is and even strange people like you who strive to be weird become loyal to pretty much anything but themselves. No one will be loyal to me when I finish what I've started. I'll give up my power and let the people lead themselves. No more fascist kage pigs, only leaders that are voted in a more democratic way." Schi finished explaining why he wasn't evil to Joker. He wanted to squash the fool with his glorious crimson banner as if the Joker were a country capital. Stepping a foot forward to partake in some party favors he poured himself a cup of punch. It was bitter, it had no affection for Schi's taste so he poured the cup out, splashing it over the ground and what lay underneath the snack table. He drank his last bottle of pumpkin ale he had on his person to the sweet remedy of everything making noise in the holiday decorated town. Looking around the town Schi could see. "Well looks like a bunch of winners arrived" the young man stated sarcastically. A tall woman who wore dark brown sunglasses to hide her eyes from view, yet she probably handicapped her vision by ten fold. He averted his eyes before the split and undressing of the woman to view someone who didn't seem anymore intelligent than the last person. A man who obviously couldn't dress himself with out spiritual help. Teufel and Nyx seemed like the roommate type. One that was overly excited to come to the Autumn festival and another that managed to seem so depressed the pumpkin made jack'o lantern faces seemed to rot from happy faces to frowny depressed stature. Schi wanted to face palm! the redundant and hypocritical guests all added to the confused man in clown makeup who most likely treated everyday like it was Halloween, or was too stupid enough to wipe it off. Taking another sip of the ale his eyes shifted from a gauging gaze to a dark scowl as he noticed his green tinted ale bottle was now empty. He threw it across the air, smashing it to pieces as it hit the wall above a aluminum trash can. The smashed green bottle shards falling into the garbage can below loudly like a waterfall made of broken windows. "You know who threw this festival correct? Tell them to bring my men and I more ale. Send a god damn wench if you have too." Schi said glaring at joker. Acting like a real p***k, homicidal partly insane maniac and alcoholic leader would need to be added to the list of " winners" that attended this screwed up party. Quickly forgetting why he was angry. "Scientist huh?" Schi revised his anger and bottled it up again. "Yelling squabbles and name calling aside, what sort of science dose a clown do?" Schi asked curiously, intrigued even at the possible help he may obtain in his ninja extermination goals if the Joker became allies with his empire. [ Post : II ]
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 8:33 am
 "Ha! Replace the weak with the strong to achieve loyalty? What a joke!" Teufel hadn't even intended to listen in on the arrogant human, but he had a voice that cut through the crowds. No doubt that he used it to address troops, it was the sort of voice that could be heard from a distance without sounding like a crass bellow. She hadn't intended to listen, but now that she had, she couldn't just ignore what she had heard. Frowning, she kept her glass in hand as she stepped closer. She fixed her gaze clearly on Schi for a long moment before continuing her statement. "You really think that the strong will be loyal to you because you got rid of the weak? You humans really are foolish. The weak are natural prey, you won't need to do anything to get rid of them. They'll do it themselves. And the strong will resent your expectations of loyalty, unless you give them something they can't get themselves. Why should they humble themselves before someone whose only claim to power is that they can get rid of the weak?" She paused to take a drink, her mind still continuing to build her argument up. "Weak, strong, good, evil. You think you can choose which one is allowed to remain? This world is a twisted place, it embraces all sides in war. Without any of the weak, how will you know what's strong? Without blackest evil, would pious good even exist? You condemn the evil for causing harm and sorrow. But without that sorrow, would joy even exist? Your paltry vision shows only your blind prejudice, human." She let her gaze wander over the crowd; there were more people now than there had been even a few moments ago. The room was still far from crowded, but if more people kept showing up, it could well reach capacity. "And do you expect anyone to believe you'll simply throw away the reins of power once you have what you want? That is a lie. When the time comes, you'll find a reason to hesitate. Oh it may sound noble, that you're 'waiting for a worthy successor' or 'you need to deal with this latest crisis'. But they'll know the truth. That you, just like everyone else, will grow addicted to the power, the control. Be honest, admit to it." By now, even she admitted that she was wheedling him, trying to provoke a reaction. It was an instinctual habit. She was a Demon, after all. And he had laid claim to being the only 'good' being in the room. What Demon wouldn't want to make the effort to corrupt one such as that? To warp their worldview with incontrovertible yet flawed logic, until they were set on a new path entirely?
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:18 pm
Joker took a sip of his cider. The military guy asked him... about his science. Was he serious had he not heard of him. He took his finger and swirled it around in his cup. he paused and looked at him.
" First off. I am not a human. Not in the least bit... I think I used to be.. then i got possessed by some sort of demon or two... and I think I am dead. By all technicality. I think in all actuality you are the only human."
He pointed to the different people.
"Yeah.. Demon, Demon, pretty sure that is a demon or chimera... So I would be careful what you say.. they might like open you up and eat you.. and your army or whatever. Don't be rude though... Oh Clown science.."
Joker looked and he pointed to himself.
"I am the highest level genetics that you can probably find in this land. Trained in robotics, trained in surgery. I mean I don't know about you.. but I am pretty god damn skilled when it comes to the art of science.. and medicine. I lead Double Helix.. dear sir. Lead it...or at least killed the older leader and took over. But that's because i am ninja."
Joker said while thinking of all his accomplishments. He was pretty proud of himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 3:28 pm
The young man darted a glare at the girl who was currently verbally attacking him. "What I speak of is true loyalty. Not the weak loyal moronic goons who fallow others blindly. Or the fake loyalty that exists in cowards too afraid to question what morals are when ordered to do something that is wrong to them." The young emperor explained to the one who butted in on his conversation with the Joker. He wanted to put his hands around her neck but this was a 'friendly social event'. Unfortunately violence would have to wait after the festival. "My loyalists aren't scared of me. I proved it! I've fallen in combat to them before. I'm still here because I proved that it was possible to stand back up." Schi admitted to the stranger. "I bring strength and hope to the ones willing to hear it. Not going easy on my army makes them strong. They understand that I kill the weak so they may stay strong. They wouldn't want to be any where else.""I'll know who's weak, strong, good, and evil when I look back at my army." Schi told the brown haired girl sporting his face with a very arrogant smirk. What he meant by that was that his empire was the only thing pure in the world and the ones who wen't conquered by it were evil and weak. This bickering back and forth would get very interesting if he was facing another general on the battlefield which in Schi's mind, he indeed was! Planting the iron like spike cleat of his banner into the "The strong will be loyal to me because I give them weak to kill. Only the weak blindly fallow. I kill the weak, the soldiers and civilians too scared to fight back will face punishment worse than death. Mainly crucifixion to their homes and buildings. The ones who do fight will have a glorious defeat under my feet, my boots breaking their windpipes." He said calmly but looked wild as he begun raising both his arms and pretending to choke a imaginary persons thought in mid air in the middle of his argument. He placed his arms down looking less 'foaming at the mouth' and looked back at Teufel. "What i'm addicted to is a world generations could have successful lives in. I bet you can not name a single soul in this vile world that gave up their rank and power to make the world a better place. That's why this shinobi world is still a sick, evil, wrongful minded one and that's why I'm ending it's long written chapters and have begun writing a new one of my own." His voice boomed. Demon or not their was no successful reaction in the young mans voice. He let go of his wooden banner of glory and pointed his finger at the girl who judged him. "This profligate is a devil; I will use her skull as cobble stone in the road to my empire for slandering me if she dose not recognize her mistake and kneel to the empire!" He said, his soldiers no where in site. Schi would fight this battle on his own as they wrecked the town in their highly intoxicated state of mind. Schi's state of mind on the other hand was gaining its wheels to make the path to insanity. It crept closer and closer to insanity each night. Leading an army of war criminals that was tattered, making an empire that was quickly falling to disarray, and declaring war on the shinobi world wasn't on the list of things to do when keeping a sound mind. He frowned and looked at her. Was this what she wanted? To seal her coffin hostel affairs from Schi that would most likely kill her if she were to attack first. Or did she want to have attention drawn to Schi? Quote: "I am the highest level genetics that you can probably find in this land. Trained in robotics, trained in surgery. I mean I don't know about you.. but I am pretty god damn skilled when it comes to the art of science.. and medicine. I lead Double Helix.. dear sir. Lead it...or at least killed the older leader and took over. But that's because i am ninja." Cruelty! He wanted to talk more about the science the green haired man knew. He might know something that Schi wanted to posses or be taught. It was something that the empire didn't exactly need but it was something of such wonderful quality that his empire could put to good use. Evil its self Schi wouldn't go near it so that's why he needed someone else to aid him. [Post : III]
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 3:51 pm
Kazama had finally done it. After two attempts, on the last try the jin had finally accomplished his goal. Jet had became a Jounin, the highest echelon of shinobi next to the seats of the councils and the Sannins. Nearly the second he emerged from the exams as one of the few who had passed them he could have already felt his strength rising. Jet felt his power increase even further; he had become stronger, faster, more durable. The boy's overall performance had increased dramatically. He felt as if he was on top of the world right now, having a cheeky grin on his facial design, rocking his laidback attire. But more importantly....
He felt like he could take on Tagas...
At least, that was what he'd like to think overall. He knew that Tagas was somewhere out there, training each and every day to become the strongest that he could possibly be. In addition, training to reach the path of Asura. Jet would have felt regret if he had skipped training today because of a festival, so it was good that he got his training in this morning. He didn't hear much of it until the last minute, but he figured that maybe, just maybe he could finally leave an exam without robo dinosaurs trying to ******** s**t up.
Or just anything trying to ******** s**t up. Just one day to celebrate and have a day off. Reaching Jounin status, that meant his position in the owls was safe, and that he wasn't six feet deep. The head of the owls was behind the idea that Kazama can have this day to himself, but tomorrow, the hunt would begin once again. Today, he would enjoy the fall festival theme, the food, refreshments, games, and the women... "Not bad..." (1)
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 7:07 pm
 ✂⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ xxxThe laughing, the screaming, the little kids running around... it was all getting to be way to much. Vade leans face level to a little girl and bares his fangs while hissing provoking the girl to shriek and then run off. He hated kids so much. "Now, now, Vade-kun. This is a festival. Try to be nice and have some fun." The Uchiha turns to look at the Traveling Academy teacher and grunts. How could he enjoy this? He watches a little boy shove a puppy and grins only to see the boy go back and pet the canine asking if it's okay. Vade wanted to say 'the little s**t is fine, push him again' but he soon notices the angry stares of two of his classmates. One is a busty blonde with hot pink eyes. She's wearing these really tight, low waisted jeans and a t-shirt that's tied on the sides to show her stomach off. Vade's eyes hang there a moment and then he observes how the top of the shirt is ripped to reveal a mountain of boobs that would be fine if they had some sort of formation in between them. His face maybe? No. He preferred to use his hand--hands. He would go back down to observe her thighs only for someone to streak in the way.
xxxHe looks at the girl only for the other classmate to block his view. 'A true ninja', this person was garbed all over in dark navy ninja clothing. The typical long sleeved puffy shirt and long legged puffy pants. He even wore those old rubber looking ninja shoes. The only thing that could be seen were his white eyes and his dark brown skin. Vade hated him so much. The female was named Chi and the male was named Mel. The Uchiha had had a series of close encounters with them--mostly Chi--but whatever relationship that fostered before was destroyed after a series of events in Hidden Katana. He watches Mel and Chi as they look from him and back to a girl gesturing at just about every stand there is. This girl was a real piece of work. She was wearing a traditional Japanese style kimono that was pink and had flowers all over it. She was wearing those wooden sandals that Vade couldn't even remember the last time he saw in a shop and had her hair pinned up by these old looking hairpins. He watches her smile at a sign a moment before noticing her scrunch up her nose. Waiting, Vade would see her smile again after probably thinking that the fish sticks they were selling were actual fish but were just cotton candy shaped like seafood.
xxx“That idiot.” Again Mel would get in his path making Vade bare his fangs. He readies to speak but just sides against it. He'd rather not even get into it. After all, he wasn't feeling the best at the moment. The Salamander Phoenix hybrid would turn and begin walking off. He would ignore the teacher who tries to convince him to stay and would just keep walking. As he would walk, moving to a less crowded area, he would find a suitable tree to climb up. He would quickly roll up his sleeves and stand at the base of the tree. People would observe as he would climb the old fashioned way. He normally climbed trees so this wasn't an effort for him. He would scale the tree in no time and then come to rest on a tree branch that looked comfortable. He would stare down at the crowd with his green eyes only for no one to really move away. He would blink one time before reaching down to grip his shoe. He would throw it at an old man who would collapse to the ground and soon people would be raving. How could he hit that man? How couldn't he? The guy was moving so slow it would be a crime to miss! Alas, they were probably talking about respecting one's elders or something.
xxxThe whining was beginning to work a nerve. “Unless you want that little s**t--” he would start, gesturing to a small boy staring up at him. “--or that little s**t--” he would say twisting his wrist to point at a baby in a woman's arms. “--or that little s**t,” he would point at a disabled girl bound to a wheelchair, “to get something to the dome too, then you all better motor. My hand tends to twitch.” The Uchiha would just stare down calmly at the crowd that would reluctantly move away. Some would call him out of his name but most of them would just grunt in disgust. He would watch them go a moment before reclining on his branch. What did being respectful ever get anyone? He would look up at the sky a moment before shutting his eyes. ✄---------------------------------------- P o s t 2
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 7:53 pm
"E'ja vunkuddah ruf ed muugat frah sundym lnaydinac clnyspma du cinjeja. Draca yna zicd y vaf uv meva'c meddma frunac. Ehcekhevelyhd. Mylgehk dra vayn halaccyno vun draen cinjejym. Ouin meva ahtc rana yht yvdan E'ja caah fryd icamacc vekrd oui ryja eh oui cdemm. Pavuna E's drnuikr E'mm caa zicd fryd geht uv bancuh oui yna..." As the beast would send along this single they would open their mouth wide. Saliva would build and then tumble over the edges of their serpent tongue. The substance would drop to the floor of the container and easily burn a hole straight to and into the crimson sea below. While it was a valiant attempt for some that held no chance of surviving let alone yielding a victory, it was a useless one. The sheer temperature of the behemoth was enough to melt away the flesh and bone of man and completely eradicate anything that would come in direct contact with it. How the brilliant structure was even still able to contain the monster was a true feat. The pink mass would run all along the front wall for it and create a circle. Once done they would tap the center and it would move outward until falling away...
A child would whimper, tears and snot smeared across their face, as they would reach their small hands up to their head. A jerk and their hands would return to their sides and they would pipe down. The child would glance over at three other children, all just moving along as if they wanted to be tugged along by their hair. She would glance up briefly to see the back of Yoki's head and then would shut her eyes. People would be absorbed with her lewd behavior and appearance as she would casually glide along the path leading through the festival. The streets would be crowded with people straining to see the girl and the children she was pulling along. Men would be engorged as a result of her bare body which would make her grin down at them. "I'd be happy to see me too." She would move along, some following after her and others coming to stand in the path she is on. She didn't intend to hurt anyone. She merely was trying to enjoy the company of the children and the multiple eyes all on her. She would release the children and bring one to stand in front of her. "Are you having fun?" The boy would say 'yes' before smiling and looking at Yoki.
"Am I hurting you?" He would shake his head and explain how she was playing a game with her 'dear children'. Anyone that would take the time to look into the child's eyes would see that he had been broken. Something made him act according to however the girl wished him to. It wasn't magic. Children were easy to break. It was just a matter of getting them on her wave length without a technique. She would giggle before getting real close to him. "They're happy. They're not hurt. You all can go on watching me but don't try and get in my way. i'd much rather to enjoy this festival one game at a time." She would move forward, her hands free, as the children would bounce along after her. "Do you all want anymore candy," she would ask as they would shake their heads quickly. One of the girls would say no, the one that was whimpering before, and the walking would stop. There weren't any normal folk around too much. At least none that were watching her. She would turn to face the children before saying, "Gemm ran...."
The children would quickly grab at the girl, one seeking to wrap their hands around the girl's neck, as she would cringe. "Cdub. Are you happy, Red?" The girl would nod quickly and give a beaming smile, not really understanding why she called her Red. Yoki would stare at her for a moment before the children would turn and follow after Yoki who would be walking away now. The girl would quietly follow along and seem as cheerful as can be.
As the motors would continue to grumble, the objects no longer functional, the creature would linger in the space allotted to it. If a box was all it took then this wouldn't really be much fun. If all it took was a little suffocation then she wouldn't have a need to strangle others. If all it took was a minor threat to her life then she would be on the dying side. P o s t 3
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 8:30 pm
✂⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ xxx"...I told them I was going to the washroom and got lost." Vade would open his eyes and glance down at a girl seeming to be talking to him. How long was he sitting there? He almost fell asleep in the sun. The cold was getting to him otherwise he wouldn't have nearly dozed off. He sits up on the branch before slipping off the edge. The girl would step back as he would come crashing to the ground. His feet would stand firm as he would fall into a crouch and place either hand on the earth. Vade would stand up, dust off his hands, and then frown at the girl in front of him before retrieving his shoe. Didn't he warn her to stay away from him? Maybe that was Mel he warned. "Um! I just need help finding the others. You were sleeping but I can't find anyone and I keep coming back to this spot. Please--."
xxx“Set something on fire. They'll find you instead. Now go away.” The teen would shift around the girl and continue walking after putting his shoe back on. Soon he would hear her delicate footsteps behind him and he would stop. Before she could get a word out he would turn around to face her. He didn't seem to have any techniques that he could use. And he couldn't even use the lowest level of his doujutsu. His body was even colder than normal too. So the most he could do was intimidate her himself and that wouldn't work on this girl. “I'd tell you to get lost but you've already got the hang of that.” So instead it would have to be hurting her feelings. “A Hyuuga that gets lost, can't do that spinny trick you Hyuuga do without getting dizzy, and that faints the first chance she gets isn't someone I want tagging along after me. So why don't you go and cry over there--?” He would notice the girl pout and say how he was a jerk before crossing her arms and turning her back to him. She would go on to say how she was all of those things and she wasn't much of a ninja, but that that didn't mean he could point it out.
xxxShe tacks on that if she wanted she could change all that and, without meaning to, Vade would cough out a laugh. He would catch it too late and frown at the space before him. "It's--It's not funny! I could! I've gotten better!" He would sigh, ready to make her leave him alone, when she starts twirling around. The Uchiha would watch painfully as she would try and perform the Eight Trigrams Palms Heavenly Spin. Clearly it wasn't working. He would watch her continue spinning, trying to draw out chakra, for a few moments more before shaking his head. He would fight back the urge to laugh at her failure as he would place a hand atop of her head. Instead of stopping she would fly out of control and slap Vade across his body a few times with her hands. She would then grab his shirt while still spinning and cause Vade to lose balance. The two would spin together before Vade would shift a leg out just right to trip her. He would then extend his arms out and let her fall backward over them. He would observe her dizzied expression and grumble. She really was an idiot.
xxxThe teen would shift her in his arms a moment before slinging her onto his back. He could hear them now. "Vade-kun what happened to Gnome-chan?" He would make sure she was secure before he would begin moving along. "Mel's shitty a** would run over and just stand there like I'm supposed to fall to my knees and say he's too strong for me!" He would bare his fangs thinking on the scene and would glare at anyone that might look at him as he would rage on. "Teach, teacher! I know I'm on your c**k all the time already but look what Vade has done to Noemi! He's a menace and I'm just bitching because Vade's so cool as ******** compared to me. Help teacher because I have no real power of my own." The Uchiha would examine the stands around him slowly, looking for some place with water. maybe if he got some and gave it to her she would snap out and he wouldn't get an ear full. He had enough drama before a fight he was more than likely set to die in. At least, after taking a few people go down with him in a blaze of glory and piss. Mostly his because he is dead set on lighting it on fire as he would take a leak over anyone he could aim and shoot at. ✄---------------------------------------- P o s t 4
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