Rolling, rolling, rolling, bump! The cylinder lightly glided out from his fingers, and bumped into Michio's boot. Spinning around one-eighty from the collision, the green cylinder rumbled about on some uneven flooring before heading towards a low table and chairs. It was if it was blindly rolling around, trying to find a way out, or filled with something alive.
Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 8:37 pm
BlackFruity
The two were ready as they ever would be, and a shunshin carried them out as fast as they had appeared.
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Village KumogakurexxxxxTitle ChuuninxxxxxRankBxxxxx Current Chakra 435 / 435xxxxxCurrent Stamina 515 / 515xxxxx Active Techniques:xxxxxxxxxxEnergy Recovery (-): [ 0 / 0 ] Descriptive Ranks Supreme+1 Strength Increase, Heavy Speed Increase, Supreme Reflex Increase Personal Attributes: • Jeon and I are unstoppable!: Have an extra locked formless style. • Basics Build up!: Treat all formless styles as complex techniques. Class & Clan Reductions: ○ Tai Class • Learn Taijutsu techniques one (2) posts faster. xxxxx•: N/A ○ Buki Class • Learn Weapon techniques one (2) posts faster. xxxxx•Brawler!: Your taijutsu is just one side of your skill, as you are also versed in utilizing ninjutsu as well. Your taijutsu body moderately increases your Speed and Reflexes, while at the same time granting you an additional 2 ninjutsu techniques per level, then an extra 4 ninjutsu per rank after jounin. ○ Bukijutsu The user is much like a hybrid warrior, focusing on mixing ninjutsu into their personal arsenal. Through their great devotion to this path the user can cast ninjutsu without hand seals while wielding a weapon, D at D-rank, C at C-rank, B at B-rank, A at A-rank, and S at S-rank. These techniques maintain the same description and criteria to use, as well as require the same amount of time to mold the chakra through the weapon as would be needed to perform hand seals, meaning the techniques are not instantaneously cast. The user’s spirit is so strong, that they can utilize their physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. Techniques Used:
Ohh, very elusive. For a brief moment, Michio would simply watch the cylinder roll about, studying its movements as to anticipate a pattern. Slowly, he would make progress towards the object, as if to see if his movement enticed any sort of unusual reactions from the object. The way it moved was so...disorderly. It definitely didn't seem like something that could be done via automation. It was far too animated in its movements for it to be a machination. So, as he stalked towards the cylinder, Michio continued to study its movements, making sure that all movements were accounted for. Though, he did make sure not to make any sudden movements until the cylinder had entered once again into a space he could successfully lunge at.
Coming to rest under the table, it rocked back and forth for a few moments as its movements quieted. Then, along one of the end caps, length-wise, it scooted once, twice, sticking partly out of the shade of the table. Strangely enough, the cylinder began rolling in circles, around one of the table legs, over and over again! Faster and faster it circled, becoming wobbly on an uneven surface, and then bolted in a straight line towards an opposing wall at breakneck speeds. Clank, clank, clank...
In that moment, Michio believed he made some sort of observation regarding the cylinder's behavior. It started to behave erratically when exposed to light. Perhaps...the cylinder was sentient in some way? Moving quickly, but softly, Michio would make his way over to where the cylinder had begun what appeared to be a rapid, circling motion around one of the table's legs. It was so...unusual. It almost looked hyper. Like a...
Like a pet. A pet that had just woken up for the day, and was extremely hyperactive at first sight of their owner. It was a far-shot, to be honest; the likelihood that something sentient was within this cylinder was highly unlikely. However, that didn't mean it wasn't worth a try. Just as the cylinder had begun its breakneck pace towards the opposing wall--Michio would crouch, nearly sitting on the ground before lightly clapping his hands together and beckoning the cylinder to him with sound, as though calling a pet over. "C'mon. C'mere." He cooed, at this point oblivious to anyone around him. His attention was fixed on this fascinating cylinder before him. Whether or not he would be successful in this endeavor, he hardly knew. But it was definitely worth a shot.
Slowing down at the young man's invitation, the cylinder's momentum kept it going for only a meter more, before turning to face Michio along its broad side. Rocking back and forth again, it grew enough speed to bound towards him, clanking all the while. Upon reaching the Genin, it would bounce off his shoe if not caught, and continue past in a haphazard method.
When it started to respond to his beckoning...Michio got ready. If anything, he figured this would be his last chance to make somewhat short work of this endeavor. Truth be told, he'd already been stalking the small cylinder for a period of time he cared not to admit. So, with a proper catching stance, he squared himself up to procure the cylinder, unsure of what kind of force the small, volatile object would bring with it. Reaching his hands down, he scooped up the cylinder into his hands, holding it securely. With the momentum it had just lost, he did his best to bend into the catch to allow the momentum of the object to complete its transfer into his body, instead of simply halting the object and potentially harming what was inside.
Now, with the cylinder in his hands, the young man would begin by seeing if there was a way to open this container, taking care not to excessively jostle or shift the container, should something be alive inside. And after a brief amount of searching, his investigation would yield...
The end of the cylinder easily popped off at the prodding, revealing a black pool of darkness. Even when the sunlight hit the inside of the container, nothing could be seen, as if the light itself was being consumed. Yet, in his hands, Michio could definitely feel the swish and swirl of what could only possibly be described as a liquid. It had weight, and yet nothing was there.
One other defining trait to the inside of the cylinder was its silence. Despite making such a ruckus with the bouncing and clanking of the container as it bopped around the office, the inside held no sound. If it was possibly a liquid, like what Michio's hands most surely suggested it was, then it would have a sloshing sound, even if it couldn't be seen, but there was not. Peering into its depths for any length of time would begin to be seen as a compulsion, a rejection of logic, and a feeling of---no, a desire for whatever it was that lay within.
No sooner than the lid had popped off, Michio instinctively turned the cylinder's opening towards his face to get a better look. In his naivety, he observed the strange, black substance head on, taking note that it appeared very much like...nothing. And yet, it was so tempting and mysterious. And extremely difficult to resist. In a strange, unexplained way...Michio had a desire for this mysterious substance that now lingered in this container before him. After all...it had come in a thermos, right? What harm could it do? While he looked at the substance, his thoughts started to almost become murky, entranced. The only thoughts in his head were to move out of the office...and to interact with this strange substance.
In his haze, Michio quickly and quietly exited the office, offering a short bow to anyone watching as though to blend in. Then, as soon as the door closed behind him, the young man found his way to the closest hidden location he could find. Coincidentally, this was behind one of the lesser-populated buildings in the village; the antiques shop. Slipping into the narrow alley behind the shop, Michio gazed once more into the substance...before raising the container to his lips, and taking a sip of the black liquid.
Down the gullet, as it were, eh? Once fully imbibed, Michio's senses would extend far, far out from himself, as if the world could be grasped 50 meters away. The secretary on the second floor? She was walking towards the kitchen. A stray cat outside was hopping to another roof, as an unsuspecting crow cawed from a trash can lid below it. In fact, many, many chakra sources could be sensed, as the population density this far in to the village was quite high. The price for doing this was immediately two-fold: one, Michio would feel slightly weakened (technique power -1 rank), and two, he'd want to visit all of the folks in Kumo. All of them. (2 posts with each person, please, or 1 if in a large group of npcs)
Entering the building, Hachiro would look about for the advisors of the Raikage. He had the scroll containin the details of his mission, including his mission report about the wood cutting assignment. He waited eagerly to speak to them..
In that moment, a sudden rush of clarity washed over him, spreading through his body like an electric pulse. This energy then surged forth, opening his mind and revealing the village as a whole for but a brief moment. He could feel everything, and everyone, as though he were right there next to them. The sound of their breathing, the beating of their heart. Even the flow of their chakra was no mystery to him for but a brief moment. However...the recoil was horrendous. In an instant, that universe of life and color around him snapped back with the force of a supernova caving in. For a while, his head felt heavy...but oddly enough, that wasn't the strongest pull within him. For some reason, a force he couldn't explain was creating another insatiable urge within him. An urge to socialize. Or...maybe a better way to put it was the urge to not be alone. Almost as if instinctively, Michio's body began to move. Moving towards the first person he had detected; the old lady within the antiques shop. If he recalled, her name was Amara. Regardless, her name hardly mattered at this point. All that mattered was that he wanted to be in her company. Right now.
With the homely, soft chiming of a bell, the door to the antique shop would open, with Michio taking rushed, but controlled steps inside. "Good afternoon Amara-[insert correct suffix here]! Do you have any nice things for sale today?" To be honest, he didn't know why he chose to start talking about purchasing things; he had little to no money to spare. He had--of course--underestimated the wisdom of his senior. She knew he didn't have the money, and so she was able to direct the conversation away from him actually purchasing things, and more asinine dialogue about his day and the weather. Ultimately, the conversation went absolutely nowhere, and as Michio walked out of the building, Amara found herself wondering why Michio had even come in the first place. Regardless, the young man continued his mission to speak with literally every person in the village. As such, the young Genin started to have conversations with people almost literally as he passed by, making bright, energetic social interaction. So for quite some time...everyone thought this young man was just so...odd.
ZAHARAkevalixxxx xxxxxxxxxwith our backs to the wall DARKNESS will fall
How come I've never seen your face 'round here? I know every single face 'round here A man on a mission, changing the vision I was never welcome here
We don't have a choice to stay We'd rather die than do it your way
It was great to be away from the Dojo, it had been nothing but a gathering of shinobi he hadn't recognized nor cared at the time. It had, however, been a bit of a learning experience to know that there were a few more intricacies with the village. The UHV was mentioned often, a name and force of nature that shook some to the core. An abbreviation that marked its finger of chilling fear upon Zahara as well, feeling of regret and anger both mixed with the man's own desire. He could sympathize with much of the village, with many that wanted to take down the oppressive force -- but his reasons were more personal than he'd like.
Zahara wandered the streets for some time, not necessarily in a hurry to get to the office nor slacking to do what the kage had given direction to. A grin played on his face for a moment as he thought about what he had to do. Maps, something so specific to be pointed out by the Kage to memorize as if it was one of the more important orders to know. He had started already with his wandering, making small mental notes of recognizable landmarks and locations of known boutiques and stores. The lay of the geography, where the twists and bends of the streets lead, he kept note of and appreciated some of the design that been put into the approach with the tower as well.
There it been, imposing yet beautiful and almost intimidating. Zahara stood by a corner in the one the streets that turned and lead to the tower and looked on at the various people going to and fro. Suits, soldiers, shinobi, civilians. Various walks of life went along these streets as the man adjusted his coat, pulling on the collar to straighten it be more presentable. He was in a basic outfit as it were, simple nondescript clothing lacing any name brands and the more distinguishing headband around his head. His weighted gloves were worn as always as he cross his arms, shifting his stance to lean more on one leg as he now stood not too far from the tower itself.
With arms crossed, he stood debating mentally on whether to enter the tower now or actually wait for the others to show up. For the time being, it was a simple waiting game and he'd had to learn patience. It was a virture... wasn't it?
Tsukiko enjoyed taking long strolls with her partner, Chi. The two of them were outdoorsy people, although Chi couldn't be left alone for too long since she had a tendency to hunt. At the moment, she was satisfied with warthogs and rabbits, but Tsukiko feared the day that she'd be assigned a mission to find a missing cat, only to find its remnants in Chi's jowls.
Tsukiko typically gave Chi raw meat where she could, but the two of them could have a feast after some training. Or maybe just after their headbands, depending on how long that took. She was eager to earn her stripes as a Kumogakure genin and Chi was eager to earn the right to travel. Her dear cheetah wasn't meant to settle down within village walls - she wanted to prowl far and wide. Tsukiko, on the other hand, just wanted to get faster so she would never lose another person. "Ah, there's our new friend, Chi!"
Tsukiko walked faster as she approached the cross-armed Zahara Kevali. She took a look around, but their escort wasn't quite there yet. No worries. If it came down to it, they'd have to play a game like twenty questions or something.
Zahara Kevali
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ooc: rip ur original post chakra: 255/255 stamina: 245/245 ryo: 0 ac: 0 jutsu active: mission active:
