One by one, the other guests filed out of the grounds. Not too long thereafter, the guards in the tent would stop counting up their numbers, and after a few moments of silence, would sum up all their numbers. One of them then radioed this number out, along with the phrase "one under". Almost immediately the feelings of animosity in the area spiked.
A few minutes after the last of the guests left, Whise would see the guards fan out into a staggered grid that spanned the entirety of the hospital grounds. If his eyes were sharp enough, he might notice that some of the guards were leaving small, dark green rods in the ground where they stood. A few of the guards had also taken up posts on the streets outside the hospital, circulating around it with a sense of purpose. Every aspect of the group's movements would give off the same air of discipline as a highly trained military task force rather than a civilian outfit.
Grand Chevalier Haji
Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 6:46 pm
Ergo War
One by one, the other guests filed out of the grounds. Not too long thereafter, the guards in the tent would stop counting up their numbers, and after a few moments of silence, would sum up all their numbers. One of them then radioed this number out, along with the phrase "one under". Almost immediately the feelings of animosity in the area spiked.
A few minutes after the last of the guests left, Whise would see the guards fan out into a staggered grid that spanned the entirety of the hospital grounds. If his eyes were sharp enough, he might notice that some of the guards were leaving small, dark green rods in the ground where they stood. A few of the guards had also taken up posts on the streets outside the hospital, circulating around it with a sense of purpose. Every aspect of the group's movements would give off the same air of discipline as a highly trained military task force rather than a civilian outfit.
Whise Clone was waiting in the tent, still unseen. As the guards finished with their numbers they sent out their radio message. A feeling came over him as he heard the message."one under." They were counting the guests as they were leaving and came in. They kept track of everyone even in such a mess of people coming in. But it was only one, the thought of error should run through their minds. He had only two choices, stay hidden as long as possible. He thought this because he moved outside for a second and noticed the other guards fanning out and placing strange rods on the ground. He didn't get close because he had a feeling those rods were bad news. Or he could find a safe place and come out, pretend to be a drunkard...no. Contact with them was something he couldn't do. If any of them had any kind of chakra cancelling it would ruin the entire plan. He had to think... For now he moved away from that tent, Entering the tent with the speaker, seeing if she was impatient enough to let some info speak. If not he would have to have a drastically different plan.
The other whise had also grown impatient, He could see the guards moving with precision, they seemed to be highly trained. And with no notice from his clone he decided to take another measure. He created a another clone, this one then dispersed into crows and flew down to the hospital grounds it. Was searching for shirley everywhere, through the windows, any parked cars. If they discovered his location they would caw alot hopefully catching the clones attention.
The air in the tents was getting quite tense, none more so than the one in which the speaker rested. Her irritation at being waylaid was getting ever more apparent as the seconds ticked past, and when a member of the security detail came in, she snapped at him:
"I don't know what kind of stunt you people are trying to pull, but can't you do this elsewhere? There are people who could be dying because I'm out here right now. If anyone in that building--" she jabbed her thumb toward the hospital "--dies because of this, I'm holding all of you personally responsible."
The armored guard remained stoically silent, busying himself instead with rolling up his sleeves and then chasing the wrinkles out of them afterward. At the same time, a small green rod would slip out of one pants leg and into the ground, visible only if the clone were looking closely at his feet.
The crows, meanwhile, would notice nothing out of ordinary about the hospital other than the security detail surrounding it. Everyone visible through the hospital windows looked like they were either patients or employees, aside from a few guests in the main lobby. None of the passersby seemed like they might be Shirley either, judging by their reactions to the guards on patrol outside.
Grand Chevalier Haji
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 11:02 am
What in the world was going on, did they plan this from the beginning? His infiltration the other day was perfect, his chakra was hidden the entire time. He was able to get shirleys schedule but the assistant didn't have any of these plans in his memory. The clone was beginning to think it was time for him to pull out. Wait for their next chance. As he was turning to head out he noticed something on the floor it was the rods they had been placing around the area. They seemed strange, maybe he should take one for study. But without knowing what it was he shouldn't. Just then a crow swooped down and scooped it up. It was one of the crow clones parts that did it. We would see what happened to it.
The real Whise continued to wait.
Ergo War
The air in the tents was getting quite tense, none more so than the one in which the speaker rested. Her irritation at being waylaid was getting ever more apparent as the seconds ticked past, and when a member of the security detail came in, she snapped at him:
"I don't know what kind of stunt you people are trying to pull, but can't you do this elsewhere? There are people who could be dying because I'm out here right now. If anyone in that building--" she jabbed her thumb toward the hospital "--dies because of this, I'm holding all of you personally responsible."
The armored guard remained stoically silent, busying himself instead with rolling up his sleeves and then chasing the wrinkles out of them afterward. At the same time, a small green rod would slip out of one pants leg and into the ground, visible only if the clone were looking closely at his feet.
The crows, meanwhile, would notice nothing out of ordinary about the hospital other than the security detail surrounding it. Everyone visible through the hospital windows looked like they were either patients or employees, aside from a few guests in the main lobby. None of the passersby seemed like they might be Shirley either, judging by their reactions to the guards on patrol outside.
A wave of sparks jumped across the lattice of rods in the ground, speeding toward the one the crow had grabbed. Whise would find the crow clone was losing its stability, that it would only fly a short distance before the technique's Chakra was fully dispersed. The speaker looked surprised that a bird would so brazenly swoop down like that and then disappear, while the guards on the grounds drew their weapons in response to the power surge. A select few of them neglected to do this, instead retrieving binoculars and scanning the skies.
Grand Chevalier Haji
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 9:29 pm
The clone watched as the clone poofed out of existence, along with the other crows. This was bad, it was some kind of chakra canceling device. He had to quickly, out of the tents and towards the hospital. Once he was out of sight he emerged, he still looking like a commoner he took a kunai and gave himself a large jagged cut on his hand. Since he was a shadow clone he could bleed. He just couldn't receive a huge amount of damage but a simple cut was fine. He walked into the hospital since it seemed the guards were too busy searching the event grounds. A nurse saw him and rushed over to him asking what happened."I was at the event outside and while I was looking for the bathroom I fell and cut my hand."The nurse would look and see some dirt and blood on his hand. She took him long and signed him in under a fake name of course. She then sent a nurse out to inform the event that they have a patient that was an attendee. The nurse walked out of the hospital and headed towards a guard near the event grounds who seemed to be staring into the sky with binoculars. What a wierdo."Um hello? The head asked me t inform you that we have a patient that says he was attending your event...though it seems your event is over already."she said noting the lack of people at the bleacher."He was looking for the bathroom and injured himself we will take care of him. Male, brown hair, tan skin. common clothing."With that she turned around and headed back into the hospital.
Ergo War
A wave of sparks jumped across the lattice of rods in the ground, speeding toward the one the crow had grabbed. Whise would find the crow clone was losing its stability, that it would only fly a short distance before the technique's Chakra was fully dispersed. The speaker looked surprised that a bird would so brazenly swoop down like that and then disappear, while the guards on the grounds drew their weapons in response to the power surge. A select few of them neglected to do this, instead retrieving binoculars and scanning the skies.
The guard nodded, then radioed out a message to the others. The search pattern gradually condensed as they fell into smaller groups around the grounds, as though they were engaging in friendly chitchat. A few kept their binoculars out and scanned the rooftops, looking for something out of place. The speaker was let back into the hospital, and after a few minutes a small delegation of guards would enter and track down the Whise clone.
"We have heard you were injured at our fine event," one of them would open, "and would like to extend our sincerest apologies, along with the apologies of our leader, Shirley. He is very sorry he was unable to attend. Please, take this gift as a token of his appreciation."
The guard would extend a hand to shake Whise's--a hand which reflected the status of his injury--and another would offer a small envelope containing what appeared to be a card of some sort.
Grand Chevalier Haji
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 11:17 pm
The Whise clone could hear footsteps, heavy footsteps. It was time for him to get ready. He had time to prepare and think. Plus only a handful of guards had walked up. He could kill a few if need be and escape unseen. But he had his plan. As the guard walked in and the disguised whise clone smiled. He accepted the apology saying it was his fault for falling. The man outstretched his hand, he had to be wary. They had chakra cancelling tech, since he currently had a henge it would disperse and reveal his true self. Then the guards would die before they had a chance to realize. But this is where his plan came into place. With his hand outstretched he made a insignificant movement with his fingers forming them in a lose handseal. Which he could do with his bloodline, this technique formed a snowball within the users palm. But before the technique could even begin to form Whise clasped the guards hand. Any chakra cancelling would effect only the snowball technique, and the chakra would be so insignificant that it wouldn't even be noticeable. It basically cancelled out the forming of chakra and not actual chakra so nothing visible should be seen and his henge should be safe. Though the guard might wonder why his Whises hands are so god damn cold. Yukimari [ Snowball ] Rank: E-5+5 = free
Ergo War
The guard nodded, then radioed out a message to the others. The search pattern gradually condensed as they fell into smaller groups around the grounds, as though they were engaging in friendly chitchat. A few kept their binoculars out and scanned the rooftops, looking for something out of place. The speaker was let back into the hospital, and after a few minutes a small delegation of guards would enter and track down the Whise clone.
"We have heard you were injured at our fine event," one of them would open, "and would like to extend our sincerest apologies, along with the apologies of our leader, Shirley. He is very sorry he was unable to attend. Please, take this gift as a token of his appreciation."
The guard would extend a hand to shake Whise's--a hand which reflected the status of his injury--and another would offer a small envelope containing what appeared to be a card of some sort.
There was an almost imperceptible spark when their hands met, small enough that the guard didn't notice. The handshake was firm, but short.
"You've got an icy grip," the guard commented. "Make sure you're eating right. Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll let you recover. A thousand apologies for your injury and the curtailing of the event, sir. Please, have a nice day."
With that, the guards offered a shallow bow and exited the room, leaving behind the envelope and a quietly professional nurse who worked with a speed and accuracy that would shame an army medic. After she dressed the wound, he would be free to go.
The contents of the envelope were very straightforward: a small card apologizing for Shirley's absence, along with a business card, a coupon for 10% off one purchase at the Shinjiro factory, and a voucher for a free appetizer and entree at the Moderate Man. Emblazoned on the voucher in big, bold letters was the phrase: "Watch and listen to the exams!"
Grand Chevalier Haji
Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:26 pm
Ergo War
There was an almost imperceptible spark when their hands met, small enough that the guard didn't notice. The handshake was firm, but short.
"You've got an icy grip," the guard commented. "Make sure you're eating right. Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll let you recover. A thousand apologies for your injury and the curtailing of the event, sir. Please, have a nice day."
With that, the guards offered a shallow bow and exited the room, leaving behind the envelope and a quietly professional nurse who worked with a speed and accuracy that would shame an army medic. After she dressed the wound, he would be free to go.
The contents of the envelope were very straightforward: a small card apologizing for Shirley's absence, along with a business card, a coupon for 10% off one purchase at the Shinjiro factory, and a voucher for a free appetizer and entree at the Moderate Man. Emblazoned on the voucher in big, bold letters was the phrase: "Watch and listen to the exams!"
Grand Chevalier Haji
It seemed his plan of not getting caught had gone off without a hitch. Whise smirked at the mans comment about his hands."I"m told that alot." He nodded at them as they left apologizing for the injury. He looked over the cards and when his eyes glanced over the last bit he stared at it and his eyes went wide. How many years has it been? They should be how old? 15? 16? They would be genin already. He needed to get to a tv, Moderate man sounded good. Plus he got free food, Whise exited the hospital after his hand got fixed and if there were anymore guards he showed them his gift package so they knew he was already spoken to. He then exited the grounds and walked into a dark alley and entered a building. climbed to the top where the original was waiting."What the ******** was that." The clone simply shrugged."Dunno, Shirley bailed last second. But look at this."The clone handed the gift pack to The real whise when he read the part about the exams his eyes also went wide and he looked at the clone."Moderate Man, go."The clone dispersed returning any chakra it had taken from whise. Whise then exited to the Moderate Man.
Chet had been drinking in the village of rogues. He had found himself a group of young lives like himself and they all ran around causing mischief and ********. They all ended up in an abandoned building and talked about their lives and how they had ended up in the village. Chet kept his status as a konoha shinobi hidden from them all. He had finally found people who accepted him. They were freaks like him. Even his friends back at Konoha looked at him with mistrust due to his nature and appearance. Ironically he now found people who accepted him, but would hate him if they knew who he really was. And this all mane him ponder on who he was. He hadn't been that free in a while. No one watching his movements. "Chet. Are you gonna stay?" A girl asked. The group was made up of 10 people all huddled in a circle around a fire they made in the center. Five guys and five girls. The perfect ratio. The girl who adressed Chet had been with him since they all met up drunk. They all knew each other except for Chet. She had been the closest to him in the group. Most had ******** up to that point and chet didn't waste his time either. She traced her finger on Chet's skull tattoo and he saw glimpses of Kokoro for a second. "I gotta go back. The hogs are waiting for me." Chet lied. He took the name of the bandits he stole alcohol from before. They all believed his story. The girl looked a bit sad at the news. Chet grinned and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back though. This place is growing on me." Her face lit up and the fire cracked.
Chet was walking alone towards the village's exit and kept coming across flyers. These flyers promised power. Chet never became a shinobi for power. He just wanted to prove people wrong. What ever happened after didn't matter to him. But lately as he evolved as a shinobi he started to question everything. Kokoro leaving and her words really messed with his head. She was his guide and now he only had himself. He thought about what his parents would want and his eyes widened. Chet didn't think about his parents ever. He looked around suddenly feeling cold. "s**t I need a hit." He mumbled. He made his way to the exit and stopped. He remembered Kokoro in the club. And how he was powerless to get her out. He remembered the chuunin exam and how the twins had managed to overcome his strength. He only survived, because of the hyuugas interference. He tried remembering why he had become a shinobi other than proving himself. And now that he had proven himself what more would he do with it? "s**t!" He cussed before turning around to head towards the hospital.
Inside the hospital he looked around at the architecture. "These ******** are gonna steal my organs I swear." He asked for the person known as Miyamoto Mamoru. "I want what he has." Chet announced with newfound confidence. Being the village drunk was fun, but he was beginning to understand who he was in the world and the next title given to him would be one of either bloodshed or heroism.
Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:52 pm
Info: [Six and One only] [Current Shinranbanshou form: Unknown (known to those that have seen it)] [Equipped: Golem of Sitting While Moving] [Sennin Moodo & Ryousei no Jutsu]
Six, a tall, lithe woman, creaked open the door overhead of the entrance just as One, the Doctor, bounded out with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. So unlike his normal, reclusive state, One's energy at gaining a possibly new test subject after several years of no one had spilled over on the inside. Tracing his hand along the railings leading along the side of the second floor, he approached the back of the hospital where the stairs connected the first floor to the second in a dual manner of curvature. Good show, good show, the scraggily dressed man announced, throwing his free hand up in the air past his blindfold. "Follow me up here to my room." Turning about, the enthusiasm would infect the air itself if it was able to, and it might have even been possible at one time.
Moving quickly towards the front of the hospital, One rounded the corner as his two legs carried him ever closer towards the awaiting attendant, Six. Her arm was still outstretched, holding the wooden portal's door open, and just as quick to close it behind an advancing Chet, if he was soon arriving. On the inside of the medium sized room lay several immediately noticeable features: Straight ahead on the front wall, under the dusty window sat One's unfathomably stacked piles of books on his ancient desk. To the left lay two metal tables in front of an entirely fuuinjutsu'd wall, with the tables covered in many types of restraint devices. To the right, behind Six, the wall was covered in chalk dust from too much recent usage, its features disguised by the multitudes of nearly nonsensical equations. Hidden behind the open, angled door was Six's small chair and table, the only objects left in this room that seemed to be normal, and thus out of place. Waiting for Chet's arrival, One would saunter over to the least dangerously stacked pile of tomes, to retrieve a freshly bound volume.
Chet looked up and noticed a very eccentric man calling him from the second floor. His enthusiasm slowly diminishing. "They are gonna take your ******** organs bruuuuh." He mumbled as he made it to the second floor with his hands in his pockets. Chet found the room and noticed a woman holding the door. He grinned for a moment finally feeling at ease about the whole situation. "Are you the one who's gonna put your mark on me?" He asked walking inside the room. He looked around and noticed the absolute mess in which the office was in. From what he could tell the blind folded individual was the doctor. "You know hospitals usually smell like alcohol and disinfectant. Why does this place smell like my room?" He joked. Yet even though he was joking the boy couldn't help, but feel a small pint of worry. He knew an excellent way to fix that. Sake from his bong would float seemingly into his mouth.
Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2017 4:13 pm
Info: [Six and One only] [Current Shinranbanshou form: Unknown (known to those that have seen it)] [Equipped: Golem of Sitting While Moving] [Sennin Moodo & Ryousei no Jutsu]
With Chet in, the door was swiftly closed. Flipping through a specific tome, One raised his head after the smelly comment. "We don't do medicine in this room; Just Juin is performed in here. No need for sterilization." Turning about, he thought briefly back on to Chet's previous question. "Mm, yes," both One and Six accidently spoke in unison, the harmony from behind and in front of the young man something that he might not be used to. "Over here," Six gestured, indicating that he should lay upon one of the ghastly looking restraint tables. "And please tell the Doctor which service you'd be liking to look forward to living with. Mind you, any service at all will be excruciatingly painful, but the Doctor will pick out one to suit as close to your wishes as possible."
Chet blinked a couple of times as the two spoke in unison. They were quite a pair. He laid down on the table that t he female gestured towards. He looked up at the ceiling trying to assimilate the situation with past experiences. It's just like you're first tattoo man. Don't ******** sweat it. He thought to himself. He listened to Six tell him about how painful the procedure would be and laughed. "Pain? I eat that s**t for breakfast babe." He then thought about what curse he wanted to be marked onto his body. "I want power." He started. He thought of how he fought and what he needed to make it even better. "When I fight I lose control you know? Well I never have control. So I mean. Yeah I want something. ********!" He shouted losing his train of thought. "Gimme what ever a loud an obnoxious idiot would need in a fight!" He said before laying his head back on the table.
