Taylor was forced to pause in her advance back into her own village. Truely, not by the apiration that floated in front of her but by her sensei's words. He was fighting something that she couldnt see. Which meant illusions or something more sinister at play. She dirrected a single bug to land on his nose as she stood up tall, straightening her back and rolling her shoulders like one would preparing for a fight. The bug landing on inka's nose simply looked at him as she spoke. "Inka sensei. I dont know what you are seeing but it sounds like its getting to you effectively. Im seeing demons from my past as well though. Calm yourself. " She said, projecting her voice so he could hear it as she was listening to the voice playing out over the village; speaking on all hallows eve. She tilted her head to the figure.
He threatened her in a cynical way that a demon would. But that truely didnt bother her too much. She was used to being threatened by those stronger or larger than herself. It wasnt long ago that she would have shrunk away. But, she wasnt taylor at this exact moment. Skitter needed to be strong to survive in this world. She tilted her head visibily as her swarm moved away from her face to show her mask, the mandible like armor very pronounced by the shadows laying on her face. "Trick or...treat?" She tried simply, tilting her head up to meet the pyramid like figure in her line of sight.
Lanfaer
for tracking purposes
BlackFruity
squadlead
Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 2:11 pm
___The voices of a thousand dying animals laughed in tandem, a symphony of painful glee as Bob Sigma roared with laughter. Only as it hunched over in its dark mirth did it become evident that the pyramid was, in fact, two dimensional in nature, lacking any depth of character, or stature. Green and black fire formed in its small black hands, the only part of its body that seemed three dimensional besides its single eye as it leered down at Inka with the sudden gravity of derisive glee. "Bringit,shotstuff!Maybeyou'lldobetterwithoutthatstudofaqueerandyoursaddle-bag-babytoholdyourscrawnyassdown!" The voice took on a sinister effect, turning black, with letters forming in strange colors above his head to reiterate the point. ___And then it stopped. ___Turning to gaze at Taylor, the emotional reaction that caused the air to become stifling and thick vanishing in an instant, as did the flames in its hands. Bob threw his hands up in celebration. "Congrats,human!Youactuallypaidattention!Maybeyouaren'taspatheticandinsignificantlystupidasyoulo-" Bursting into sudden laughter, Bob sighed and wiped away a nonexistent tear. "Ah...Ialmostsaidthatwithastraightfact.Welp!Hereyago,kid!" Lifting off his hat, the strange creature reached inside and tossed out a small package to each of them, a velvet pouch that, inside, they would find two small candy skulls, each jelly filled with something that looked suspiciously like bile. "Thereyougo!Can'twaittoseeyaagain!" And with a sudden burst of green flames, the triangle of Bob Sigma's body inverted, revealing an infinite void with strange colors and stars within before vanishing altogether.
[･･･] Inka jumped back at the little black flicker of a bug entered his vision. The sudden recognition of it being so close to such a vital and vulnerable part of body causing him to have moved out of instinct, but otherwise he just snarled and glared at the bug after it persisted to rest on his face after he tried to swipe it away, actions showing his impatience. He heard Taylor telling him to calm down - and his mind spat curses and resistance as to why he even should. He got them killed - s**t. He got Taylor killed. The least he could do was get her to whatever safety there was around here before he moved on. But Hanabi? He wasn't going anywhere without her. He had heard her! He had. Inka snarled, sounding more and more like a wild animal with ever minute passed, and twirled the dagger in his hand, chakra sparking and rising off of him in the imitation of smoke. Taylor spoke, cutting both of them off.
Inka caught the pouch with a weary pinch of forefing and thumb, head tilting in contemplationg to throw it away then and there. It was barely a beat after the atrocity was completely gone from sight that Inka heard the voice again, red eyes going wide and again skittering his gaze over the surrounding shadows. "Hanabi!" Where was she calling from!? Inka didn't register clutching the opening of the bag in a fist, its contents barely saved from being crushed under the sudden grip. Inka moved off to the right of the gates, barely touching the pitch blackness nested there. "Keep calling for me, Sis - I'll find you, okay?" The Jounin strained his ears, eyes almost completely closed in an effort to better pick up a direction to move in. "C'mon, Baby Girl..."
[ Quotes ]
CanoodlingFlibbertyJibbit
Toryu Naminosaki
Lanfaer
Royal Burrito
[ Jutsu Used ] name | Rank [ - ] | Cost [ -ch ] | - : -
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[ Attributes ]
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 6:50 pm
['I'm here! Can't you see me? I'm with Syph-Ah!']
___A scream, as of a girl shocked by something terrible and horrific coming into sight, was the last sound of the voice Inka would hear. Worst, however, was the fact that this time, even Taylor could hear her voice. From the darkness came a rippling, from the shadows nearby came a dark, sinister laughter, something unlike anything any of them had experienced, for it seemed to resound with the darkest of evils ever known. Yet the instant it faded, there came another crackling from the air, and the outline of a pyramid formed once more. "-idiothumansdon'tknowthemeaningofhorro-" With a cry, and a popping noise, Bob Sigma was back, this time holding a cup of tea and a crumpet in each hand. When he saw who was around him, the pair vanished, and he placed his fists upon his hips. ___"Again?Didn'tyoutwitshaveenoughofmeearlier?Ithoughtforsureyourmoronicfilthofaspecieswouldrecognizetruedangerwhenyouseeit.Whatnow?"
[･･･] Inka's face showed stunned shock - not at the reappearance of Bob, but what occured just before it; the words his sister had called out to him. She can see him, but he could not, and she was with... she was with Syy. A fist came up, fingers clenched tight around the handle of his dagger, and the back of the hand was pressed hard against Inka's shut eys. Through clenched teeth, Inka hissed;
"Trick or Treat yourself into a oblivion, you piece of s**t." Inka ripped the hand away from his face, red eyes burning. "You ain't got nothin' I want." He spat. Moving forward, the Jounin made as if to walk right by the two-dimensional object, mind solely focused on getting away from it, feeling its presence was the cause of Hanabi's sudden scream. "Hanabi?" He called.
[ Quotes ]
CanoodlingFlibbertyJibbit
Toryu Naminosaki
Lanfaer
Royal Burrito
[ Jutsu Used ] name | Rank [ - ] | Cost [ -ch ] | - : -
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[ Attributes ]
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
Taylors eyes looked up at the pyramid. Back again she saw. Tilting her head she bumped shoulders with inka quite lightly, in a familiar way, and would walk through the gates into the village. She didnt want to provoke any odd beings before she truly knew what was going on. She could pretty much ignore most verbal jabs at this point in her life, though they did effect her...on a level."Just letting you know its a wonderful party. Sorry to disturb you." She said quietly as she passed under the two dimensional figure. Her heart rate was a bit fast and her mind was full. Who was hanibi for one thing? She knew very little about her sensei. Unfortunately the voice came from all directions though. Which meant she would need to help search most likely.
As she walked she dispersed was gathering her swarm in larger and larger numbers. She already had more than her hive could handle around her and was sending the excess as scouting parties. She pretty much had one on every person at the gates within a fairly short time and she could use these to monitor her surroundings more clearly. She kept her combat attire for the moment, breaking one of her rules as she entered the village still wearing it.
___No sounds, no further voice could be heard in the silence. There was no presence, no feelings, except the faintest of familiar scents on the wind. A scent that Inka would surely remember, for it was the flesh of his sister, the smell of her blood rushing through her body, that of the warmth of life. It was a scent barely there, a hint, before it was gone completely. As for Bob, however, he seemed annoyed at the attitude, and the fact he had to return. Then the girl stormed off, the insect queen, but that was in. This rudeness was about to end. "Fine,wannaactlikelittleasshats?HaveatasteofmyTrick,then!" And with a snap of his fingers, a crack of lightning, Bob Sigma was gone. ___And standing in front of Taylor, with a face twisted and blackened as if a bloated corpse, stood Inka. Or, something like Inka, with strange, purplish pink glowing lights where the white of his eyes should have been. Staring at her, and slowly grinning, with cockroaches scattering from between his lips. Suddenly exhaling, roaring even, the lips cracked and ripped, blood flowing as the mouth opened wider and a flaming swarm of flying, hissing cockroaches erupted in a way at her and Inka alike. (A - ranked Fire Offensive technique, the bugs explode in small bangs when coming in contact with them)
[･･･] Inka didn't even turn to look at Taylor as she bumped shoulders with him, not wanting to risk missing any clues their surroundings might hold for them. "I ain't leavin' ya." He mumbled. It was obvious the Jounin's attention was elsewhere. "Not until..." He paused, red eyes flickering closed for a brief moment. There had been a task announced to them, thundering down from the very bruised and bloodied heavens they now stand under. So, really, Taylor's safety was paramount on Inka helping her complete the mission, not him wasting time by running after directionless voices. Even if they did belong... No, maybe completing the task will lead him to them as well... "We got a job to do." He finally turned to look Taylor in the face. What kind of sensei was he, to nearly leave her like that, to ignore her safety for his own selfishness... He was in the middle of reaching out, to pet her shoulder in an apologetic manner, when a new figure suddenly flared into existence before them. Inka didn't even recognise it at first, hands flying together to form handseals while red eyes watched insects falling out of the other's mouth. It was him - the new figure was him, standing there, staring with demon eyes. As the demonic version of himself exhaled a stream of fiery roaches Inka was stepping in close, a hand lifting as chakra gathered, stilled for a barely-there moment of hesitation, red eyes meeting purple, then exploded, right in his doppleganger's face.
The explosion at this close of a range would not only trigger the explosions within the stream of insects, causing a chain reaction, but the very force of the blast alone would snap the demon's head right back. The brain, if it even requires one, would bounce around inside that skull enough to turn a hard apple to baby food-like consistency in places. And it would almost certainly liquefy those haunting eyes... Did he ever look like that?
With one hand as the base of this jutsu's chakra source, a flat circle of Fuuton [ Wind ] chakra is summoned, it's face dictated by the direction of the user's palm. It's diameter is .5m/1ft across. Almost completely useless, this thin shield of chakra is visibly swirling at a rapid pace, giving it a deadly appearence. In actuality, if disturbed, the Fuuton [ Wind ] chakra would disperse outward, causing minor cuts in any soft material, including skin of the user's hand. The purpose of this jutsu is to wait until an opponent or object, such as a thrown projectile, get close enough that, when infused with further chakra by the user, will explode with enough force to knock the object flying at ferocious speeds and an individual knocked down with fatal injuries, including second degree burns and torn organs from the concussive force. However, this shield is almost completely ineffectual without the target being directly in front of the shield. Two steps back and the small blast will barely stop a thrown projectile and barely push against a human with no injury caused at all.
[ Attributes ]
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
Sensei? Not her sensei. Something else. She could see her sensei i her peripheral vision and could sense his position by the bugs on him. No this was some other atrocity. Her options? Very little. She had her knife, drawn as she was walking up to the gate, somewhat anticipating trouble. She could try to overpower him. Not likely, he outweighed her and she knew very little in the terms of martial arts. Enough to graduate. Her bugs? An option but she hadnt learned anything concrete and offensive yet.
She squeaked in panic as the thing started to release his attack at her, only to have her bones rattled by an explosion. Her sensei didnt completely lose it after all. He had attacked the apparition before her. She followed up quickly after him, her knife moving in a reverse grip slash across the things belt line in an attempt at gutting him. Shortly after her swing, her hiving sensing the danger would be swarming "it" on instinct as she ducked quite low to the ground, hoping to avoid the most of whatever this thing would do in response to her defiance. Her swarm billowed over her in a wave as the pseudo-shawl came to life in defense of their hive-queen.
[･･･] The eruption would bring a scream of pain from Inka, who mirrored the burns and scars upon his face and arms and chest as the ones upon his mimic. Perhaps the worst, however, was the cut from Taylor's blame, a wound that bit deep into the mimic but which brought blood bubbling to the surface on Inka's body. The mimic bore no blood, no, for from its wounds roaches poured, flaming monstrosities that had tiny fires anywhere flesh should have showed, their endoskeletons little more than hollowed out shells filled with the flames of rage and pain. It roared with laughter as it fell back, hands forming familiar handsigns as they swarmed outwards, and of all things the small, futon shield formed in front of the insects. The little suicide bombers would fly forward with seething speed, and erupt no more than a foot from either, giving little time to duck, dodge, and weave if they so desired.
[ Quotes ]
BlackFruity
Toryu Naminosaki
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[ Jutsu Used ]
[ Attributes ]
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
Taylors eyes narrowed a bit as she scrambled back to put some small distance between her and the roaches. However her plans were already in motion. She had begun yet another breeding process even as she pushed all but a small contingent of bugs at her target. Futon barrier be damned, some of them had to get through. The ones swarming low were defending their hive. They would attack the roaches in mass, suicidally so due to their explosive nature. But they were invading insects and the kikkaichu were working together like a swarm of ants, just massive numbers to attack and rip apart anything threatening their hive.
The massive wave of bugs split into two groups. One went dirrectly toward the roaches and the other high in a wave of kikkaichu. "Devour" She said simply as she pushed her hand forward unnessicarily. The bugs would take this two ways. About a 50/50 split. Half the swarm would be draining chakra. The others more than likely taking this litterally. Those that were attacking physically would attempt to stuff themselves against the eyes, into the nose, into the ears and mouth of the entity, closing all airways and rendering the target blind and deaf. The swarm had volume, sound and tenacity as it would pour towards the target in numbers in the several thousands of insects.
Breeding another set. 3 hivesized swarms in play before next set. 6k bugs in attack. 3k chakra drain+3k physical bites and stings.
[･･･] A howl of pain filled the air, but it was a piercing, mind-grating ring that swarmed Inka's ears. The surprising lash of wounds suddenly inflicted upon Inka had sent him stumbling backwards, body hunched over as if to protect the newly exposed flesh and fresh wounds. The hand that had been holding the llittle bag Bob Sigma had thrown at him was dropped to the ground, forgotten. Inka's arms were raised, one hand hovering a few inches from the gashes and burn on his face, daring not to touch, while the other hand was clenched around his dagger and raised in a feeble defensive position. A new lance of pain wrenched out a gasping whine, and again his fet took him back a step. The hand that was hovering near his face immediately latched onto his stomach, over the horizontal wound. He couldn't even open his eyes - the Jounin hadn't felt this helplessly crippled even when his body was failing, rotted out from the inside by a foe unseen by normal means. Whatever fire that had been driving the man before had stumbled and flickered down, overwhelmed by the blood, the searing sensation of cooked flesh, the gag of its mixed smell invading the one sense he had left... no, maybe... Inka grit his teeth and gingerly tried to open his eyes, the dark atmosphere gentle to him. He could still see...! It was just the flesh around his eyes that had been damaged, not his actual sight. Body still hunched, his vision caught that... he clothes were fine. He gingerly pulled the hand off his gut, and found the blood seeping through the cloth, yet the article was otherwise undamaged. How?! His mind was a blur of confusion, dominated with a single concern; How is this possible?
His gaze darted up, wide-eyed, to stare at his copy, red eyes tracing over the burns and bleeding gashes, of the seeping slash wound on its stomach, the fabric there fluttering in a gorish greeting. Any deeper... Inka's left hand remained on the wound on his stomach, as if fearing a single wrong movement would be the final pull to break what little living tissure there was between him and losing his innards. An irrational fear, if only partly, as the blade had not severed the layer of muscle, yet still the Jounin remained haunched over. Barely a moment has passed, and his eardrums felt like they were screaming - he's surprised neither had burst - but even over that he could hear the muffled 'pop' as the hundreds of roaches leaking out of his demonic copy exploaded in the face of Taylor's own insects. "Stop," he gasped. Inka felt overwhelmed, no clue or concept on what he was facing. And he couldn't let Taylor face this by herself - or even at all. Self-preservation, or a fear of it changing to impersonate Taylor and inflict its own injuries upon her, or even just cowardice, Inka had no time to confirm as he moved towards the Genin. Inka kept his left hand to the wound on his gut and ensured the right kept the blade of his dagger away from cutting Taylor as he launched towards her at a high speed, right arm hooking around her mid-section, her hip notched into the crook of his elbow. "Leave," Inka gasped. "I'll catch up - but go." The Jounin kept the dagger riased, an imitation of a barrier between the copy and Taylor.
[ Quotes ]
CanoodlingFlibbertyJibbit
Toryu Naminosaki
Lanfaer
Royal Burrito
[ Jutsu Used ] Tabi Shift | Rank [ E ] | Cost [ 5st ] | - : -
An extremely simple yet vital technique in any ninja’s arsenal. Mastery of this action allows the user to move up to half a meter per rank across the ground at Shunshin speed. Does not consume an activation of Shunshin, but can only be used once per post.
[ Attributes ]
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
[･･･] With some luck, it seemed, Inka was able to snag at Taylor's body and inspire in her a sense of imminent danger, enough that her insects immediately ceased their assault and returned to her space. Yet that didn't seem to matter to the creature who had stole Inka's face, who fell back with an even more twisted grin before raising both hands, grabbing his own jack with thumbs back towards his skull, and pulling forward.
With an audible pop, the jaw dislocated completely.
Pain would lance through Inka as his body would mimic the motion to a degree, the bones groaning as they strove to mimic in its entirety. Yet the enchantment did not work that strong, not yet, but he didn't care. No, instead the mimic's jaw fell closer to his chest, opening a gapingly wide void in space where the hissing and buzzing of flaming roaches shifted in the midnight gullet. Only a moment, before they unleashed outwards in a spray, hundreds upon hundreds in droves poured from the gaping crevice to swarm towards him, their formation turning their burning forms into the shape of an carapaced, flaming dragon.
[ Quotes ]
BlackFruity
Toryu Naminosaki
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[ Jutsu Used ]
A - ranked Flaming Insect Dragon that bite into the flesh and dig beneath those it has in its grip.
[ Attributes ]
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
Taylor let out an adorable squeak when she was swept up into inka's arms. Her eyes went wide as she started to notice the wound on his belly. He hadn't been struck had he? To her knowledge, no he hadnt. So why was her side feeling the wet stickiness of blood? She could only think of her strike in retaliation to the creature. She looked up at inka as he spoke. Her mask was expressionless but her mouth was tight as she bit her cheek. She didn't want to leave her sensei to this thing alone. He was already hurting. But she had to obey him. "You better meet me.." She said slipping from his arms and sprinted deeper into the village, weaving into back-alleys as her bugs made a screen between her and the other two before they would disperse and regroup at a later time.
