Horace clenched and unclenched his hands. Too many distractions today to deal with this sort of thing. Bringing his left hand up to shoulder height, he gave a quick snap with his middle finger and thumb, and then held it back by his left ear. When a headband and a Company 7b patch were placed upon his awaiting palm, the President swiveled it down to the young lady. "Your Sergeant is busy interrogating someone at the moment. I'll have him bring me your file after he's finished," he stated rather coldly. "The military library can loan technique information out to you in the mean time." Without so much as a welcome, warm or otherwise, the tall man raised a single eyebrow. Pulling a hand up to his nose as he felt the blood continue to run, Horace motioned for her to step aside, no 'please' at all. "Move: I'm heading to a medical facility."
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: His jacket's crinkly from the encounter? Oh no!
Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 6:22 pm
【 S I X T E E N ⦁ V E N G E F U L ⦁ B R O T H E R 】
◢ K a z u h i k o S h i z u k a ◣ ⦉I am the product of a failedexperiment, disowned by my father for being imperfect. My hatred of this world, and the technology that it bears, knows no bounds.⦊
【 G E N I N ⦁M E D I C A L - B L O O D L I N E ⦁ S U P P O R T 】
❝ I want to see it allburn. ❞
[x] The President didn't give me a chance to thank him for his time before demanding I get out of the way for him. Taking the headband and patch in hand, I stepped out of the way to let him and his soldiers leave before heading for the door myself. I tied the headband around my neck and let it settle against my chest, and stuck the patch in my pocket for the moment. I would have to figure out what to do with it later. In the pocket, my hand settled on paper. Right, Hozuki sent me a letter. I needed to get to a safe place to read it. Or at least away from the President's office. This was the first letter she'd sent in quite some time. I'd actually started to wonder if something happened to her, but receiving the envelop had brought me a profound sense of relief that put me on track of what I wanted to do. Patting my pocket gently, I out the doors and toward the 'military library' the President mentioned.
[Lazy Exit]
Techniques Used: ♪
Current Objectives: ♪ Receive headband ♪ Read Hozuki's letter ♪ Do some training
Item Owned: ♪
Passive Abilities: ♪ Can make one [1] additional connection using Spiritual Connection. [PA: Bountiful Soul] ♪ Can use Eiseijutsu through Spiritual Connection as a the equivalent of a physical touch. [PA: Spiritual Healer] ♪ Chakra pool is increased by [40] and can perform Eiseijutsu with one hand. Body is fragile and cannot handle rigorous Taijutsu or Bukijutsu. [Seirei no Hogosha]
♪ Learn Eiseijutsu one [1] post faster. [Medical Class] ♪ Learn Bloodline techniques one [1] post faster. [Bloodline Class]
❝ I want to see the worldchange, but I can't do it on my own. I am not strong enough. ❞ ┏ ┃♪ c h a k r a | 360 / 360 ┃♪ s t a m i n a | 160 / 160 ┃♪ m o o d | content ┃♪ h e a l t h | good ┃♪ i n j u r i e s | none ┗
Whise (Weiss or w-AY-s) NoctisShinsetsu ▬Sannin ▪ One katana ▪ Chakra 1115/1240 ▪ Stamina 1000/1000 ▪ Retsuseirei Chakra:200/200 ▪ Sacred Amulet 620/620 ▪ AC:102300 ▪ Ryo:28600 Info Currently Undiscoverable ▬
[ The world pushes us without mercy ]
Whise Clone had henged into a passing shinobi before he arrived. The guy was heading the opposite direction so it shouldn't be any worry. He walked up the stairs past the other people in the building. He got to the Kage's Office, he could sense noone inside. He slowly opened the door to find it empty. He slid inside and closed the door locking it. He began to quietly rummage through everything. UHV information, locations of bases, routes. He'd hope to find forbidden jutsu as well. He even went through Shinobi Profiles and took the information of their. It would take him a while. He hoped noone needed to come in right now.
Henge- E rank
Fūnyū no Jutsu [ Enclosing Technique ] Kaifū no Jutsu [ Unsealing Technique ]
Disruption V2[Jutsus Available] Active 5/5 post before it can be dispelled
[and when some push back, the world points and cries...EVIL.]
Myu-nii approached the stone citadel slowly, with his big, light green eyes taking in the sights. He wore an outfit that one would expect a military official to wear, with colors of black and gold from collar down, and a white, high collar dress shirt beneath it. On the left side of his chest was a sapphire emblem, which connected to a black cape, with gold fabric lining the edges and a green interior. On his left shoulder a Sode made with a koton base, covered over with bamboo and red cloth to tie it all together. Beside the sapphire emblem was a red cord that connected to another two by a not and worked around his body to his back. Over the cape and somewhat tilted diagonally was his nodachi, the weapon easily taller than his own self, yet he carried it with no sign of physical strain. The scabbard was black, with decorative gold metal plating around the tip for both aesthetics and powerful bashing of others. The guard was plated with the same color in a strange fashion for a tsuba, and led down to about a foot and a half of black and white wrapped hilt. He usually carried it on his hip in combat, however when displaying it ceremoniously, he did so proudly with it on his back. The point still remained that it was much bigger than anyone his size should've been carrying. Finishing the outfit off were greaves and clawed gauntlets made of koton steel, and a military style hat.
He was a strange case as far as Shinobi from the academy went. At the start, he was immensely weak and was bullied out from entering back for a month. On his return, he steadily grew more formidable, passing any kind of test with flying colors. Once he became undeniably the strongest student in his grade, there was no more teasing, and he graduated as the best from his class. Just a day later, he stood before the mossy entrance to the kage's office. The only way he knew of the location was through rumors and whisperings in the academy, meaning that not even everyone who graduated would always become a genin. With the treatment of Shinobi in this village, should I even be surprised? Treating each other with silent aggression and oppression is just pathetic though. He thought to himself, well aware of how his kind were treated. All the same, he had an ideal to stick to, and he learned long ago not to care when others tried to put him down, or if the odds just weren't in his favor.
Walking up the steps and past the doors, he didn't bother to knock or stand around waiting. Maybe it was the feeling of excitement from gaining access to further training through scrolls, or repayment for all of his own mistreatment ever since he put his talent with chakra on display, but he didn't want to show respect to the leader of Otogakure. Would he fall in line and attend missions properly for the sake of the village? Yes. Would he stay on his knees and succumb to being played for a lesser being? No. Brushing the door open with his shoulder, he hadn't even bothered to look inside, merely announcing his presence in the process of entering. "Myu-nii Hyun, I've come to receive my headband."
Horace tapped his pen on the ancient desk, eyes still trained on the document before him as My-nii Hyun entered. Glancing over the rim of his thin glasses, the side of his nose twitched before another set in above his eyebrow. Readjusting his tie, the President stifled a yawn before setting in to motion. Snapping his fingers, one of the nearby guards stepped out from behind a column, headband and patch in hand. Delivered swiftly to the young man, the guard's on-coming steps could be heard rebounding in the great cavern that stretched well behind Horace. "You've graduated from that place," the wretched man sneered upon sidestepping the name of the academy. "Your headband and Company 7b patch, of which you are required by law to wear at all times. That Company belongs to Sergeant J. Skelly, as I'm sure you're aware of already. Shinobi at least have some use these days..." Looking over the gold trim and large weapon, the young man certainly looked out of place. Perhaps it was pyrite, and not true gold, but this did not deter the President's thoughts for long. "If you're ready, head out for a patrol. We are experiencing a vagrant somewhere within these walls, and I wish for them to be put out of their misery with the utmost haste. That will be all." No 'do you have any questions', 'have a wonderful day', or 'you actually have a squad, maybe' was addressed. In fact, the twitch from earlier had reappeared, enlarging a rather prominent vein. It was all Horace could do to keep himself from simply attacking Myu-nii Hyun on sight.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: The record player on the counter is playing Symphony No. 9. This is an unusual act, as the player belongs to the Sergeant.
Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 1:29 pm
____Kasuna Shizuka | Genin | Oto | Ninjutsu | Bloodline | Doton, Suiton Fuuton | Chakra [645/645] Stamina [145 /145 ]| Normal theme | BT- | _____________________________ "Live life to the fullest." _____________________________"and focus on the positive.”
_____________________________ Lets light up the sky! post layout by apo-chan
Break freexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Tealish blue braids swung from side to side along with her cat like tail attached to her cat hoodie of course. Running straight inside blaze rush to the stone building. It was the main home for this place so called President which the child only met once. A frightening man to say the least didn't say much to her as he did towards the child's brother. Walking up several steps and a few doors till the last stood in Kasuna way. She would knock first before twisting the knob . Stepping inside quickly she moved right next to the desk with her hands behind her back grinning at the president."Kasuna Shizuka reporting, I have finished academy training sir, My I have one of those pretty headbands please, Ohh can it be pink I like pink, Wonder what color Onii chan's headband is hmm." Kasuna said all this with a fast speech of course usual she always spoke quick to everyone leaving them confused.
Horace had just had Myu-nii escorted out of the office when another young graduate appeared. "Hrm," he quietly muttered, far enough away for the grad to not hear, but for his security to understand. Pink, he thought, concern about the young student dwelling on the forefront of his mind. "I have one, but also a Company 7b patch, as that will be your assignment from now on. Your supervisor is of course Sergeant J. Skelly, as they taught in the academy." One of the guards strolled over from her left, both items in hand. Holding them out, the indistinguishable guard (from all the other guards) waited for the teal haired girl's response.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: The record player on the counter is playing Symphony No. 9. This is an unusual act, as the player belongs to the Sergeant.
Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 6:20 pm
____Kasuna Shizuka | Genin | Oto | Ninjutsu | Bloodline | Doton, Suiton Fuuton | Chakra [645/645] Stamina [145 /145 ]| Normal theme | BT- | _____________________________ "Live life to the fullest." _____________________________"and focus on the positive.”
_____________________________ Lets light up the sky! post layout by apo-chan
Break freexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A childish squeak left the girl's lips at seeing the sight of her pink headband. Reaching out she took both the headband and badge from the guard. The patch went straight to her right arm while the headband quickly got tied around her neck under her scarf. Kasuna placed her hands on her hips grinning." Thank you sir I promise not to let you down, Uh hmm was there anything else. She waited patiently viewing the room a little more.
"Unless you would like to pursue a path in agriculture, wood working, or another trade, then no, you're free to leave. If you actually are interested in a trade, then yes, there is a worker's mission available." A tone of dismissal, and even the guard backed off at this point, returning to their mutual post. "If you would prefer something more.... shinobi.... related, the Sergeant will take care of you on the way out." Indeed, Sergeant J. Skelly had returned from his excursion, and was at his desk back before the President's office doors lay. Being used as a secretary was a feeling Skelly felt often, but this did not faze him any more than it first had, back during the beginning days of the UHV occupation of his home.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: The record player on the counter is playing Symphony No. 9. This is an unusual act, as the player belongs to the Sergeant.
Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 5:46 pm
____Kasuna Shizuka | Genin | Oto | Ninjutsu | Bloodline | Doton, Suiton Fuuton | Chakra [645/645] Stamina [145 /145 ]| Normal theme | BT- | _____________________________ "Live life to the fullest." _____________________________"and focus on the positive.”
_____________________________ Lets light up the sky! post layout by apo-chan
Break freexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Kasuna twiddled with her finger's as Mr president spoke. Agriculture.. Wood worker. Things she had no clue on or thought sounded pleasant in the least. With a tiny sweat bead sliding down the side of her cheek the child back away slowly towards the door. Awkwardly giggling to herself while ruffling the back of her head." No no uh.. I don't think I need anything now but.. I will returned later on those offers Kay thanks bye."Kasuna said rather quickly and took off out of the office just as fast when the girl entered.
Her steps echoed with the geta she wore, kimono donned and hair up proper accented with jewelry and hair needles. She didn't carry her weapon for this approach, inherently nervous it was the first day since the academy in a profession both respected but gathered doubt. The instruction was simple but almost too much, report to administration for identification and permission for further training. Yet that wasn't the problem, it was who to report to in such a haze of whomever was in charge.
Once inside the building that had the leadership of the village, the girl in violet humbly requested the assistance of someone. She detailed that she was a graduate of the village academy and was sent for the final process. A graduate maybe, but not a full fledged Genin she thought as she listened to the instruction quietly. With a slight bow to the assistence, she set off as instructed.
After a time she located where she needed to be as she exhaled a slight sigh before making her presence known. Her eyes shifted out of slight paranoia, the blue hue swirling in different shades and she spoke.
"Ayame Araki, reporting for further instruction Mr..." Polite she was, but hesitated on the end not knowing how to address the administration. She cut it short there with a clenched jaw and anxious stare.
The President was out of the office, with the Sergeant, J. Skelly (picture in spoiler), sitting quietly at the helm. His bulky armor almost seemed laughably big compared to the multitude of tiny stacks of secretarial paperwork around him, if it weren't for a rather large 'finished' pile beside him on the floor. Eyes alight as a young miss entered Horace's office, the gruff but gentle Sergeant motioned for her approach. "Sergeant J. Skelly, miss," the aged man glanced down at a profile before peering back up again, having lost Ayame's first name due to the echoing nature of the room, "Ayame. The President is out currently, but I can take good care of you." No smile appeared on Skelly's face, but the crinkles beside his eyes showed promise of one, if this meeting had been in a different location. "I have your headband and Company 7b patch here, all set to go. You'll be under my wing of the military, so long as you act as a Shinobi of Oto." Looking over the young maiden, Skelly quietly assessed her method of dress, reminded of the days gone yore: The days when he himself wore more traditional clothing.
Everyone in Oto knew of Skelly, back from the migration from the old village, Yukigakure, to their new residence in Otogakure. The UHV weren't entirely happy about it, but as he understood the precarious position between the two village factions, he was entrusted to keep the balance. His name even was in the academy's textbooks, right after their 'glorious' leader Horace, but before the President's other important officers. The big man couldn't hide even if he wanted to, such was the case of his common information being rather publicly displayed. "Come on up to the desk to retrieve them. Do you have any questions before I send you off to train with Ydar?" Being the most religious man in Oto, the Genin Ydar had grown at least a minute amount of fame. Religion, as it was, happened to be rather rare in the here and now of the village of Sound, but not so much in the far history.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is not currently on.
The one who greeted her was kind for a first impression, but she didn't expect someone with what she assumed to be combat armor in the office when she entered earlier. Standing still with a slow blink of her eyes she listened to him neither shifting motion or eye contact as he spoke. She was surprised to learn that the leader, or president, was not in at this time and could only assume this man was someone he trusted or close to him.
Noticing the paperwork, Ayame wondered if this was the norm for someone in the military to do such work in addition to their usual duties. It was then mentioned she was to be under the authority of this Sergeant which made her bow slightly eyes closed before she approached. A company patch was new to her for identification but it wasn't a complete surprise as Ayame picked each up carefully in each hand and weighed the headband.
She didn't smile but she felt a small sense of pride as her eyes looked longingly at the simple metal band. The nervousness never did went away, pocketing the two items in a small pouch tied to the obi and looked back at him with another bow. Ayame clenched her jaw as she rose back up with a small stutter before she spoke as she figured what she want to say.
"My apologies," She began with another bow. "I didn't expect someone like.." She stopped for a moment to consider a word, her stutter showing again "Well, like you." Ayame said in a matter of fact tone then apologized afterwards. A few questions flocked through her mind, fleeting as they were she felt like asking each of them in turn as she eyed the papers near the Sergeant. Numerous they were, would he be able to spare a simple genin meaningless questions?
"I do have one, but I am unsure if it is my place to ask it." She breathed out. "I'll ask it anyway, but with how things been in the village lately I am nervous. Will this be a problem in your charge?" Ayame spoke truthfully with her arms by her side and clenched jaw and the clutch of fear gripped her like an icy embrace as she disliked to disapoint, even more so to fail nor did the woman want to give the wrong impression.
"Apologies, if I spoke out of line." She bowed yet again with an apology as her nervousness was wracking her nerves.
Skelly gruffed at the mention of 'like you'. Not exactly a chuckle, a condescending hmpf, or a confused guttural sound, it was simply made in reaction to provide a confirmation. Leaning back in the chair, he let his pen roll off the papers to the desk, where it swayed about in a small depression before ceasing. Listening silently as Ayame spoke, Skelly blinked several times at the question before drawing in a breath. "Nervous? I was nervous when I graduated from the old village's academy, too. Is there something specific on your mind?" Not a yes, or even a no, but a request for more information: The young genin was assuredly fearing for her life at this rate! Despite her build, muscles were clearly seizing her frame, even from at the distance that the grand hall's hidden guards were stationed. "If you'd prefer some classical music to relax before answering, I have some symphonies on hand." Waving his left hand across the air between them, Skelly's record player sat on the corner of the desk closer to Ayame.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is not currently on. Several records sit idly flat next to it, in their paper sleeves. Each one is a masterpiece of pure Otogakure design, prior to the UHV, and well celebrated among lovers of Bach and Beethoven.
She breathed out slowly and looked down for a moment when he mentioned music as she glanced to where the man gestured. A record player sat on a desk, records splayed out that seemed older than the village's current occupants. Familiar with some of the names a few memories were coming back on some of the texts she read in downtime, he referred to the old village and two things clicked in her mind.
Looking back at him with fading nerves, she still relaxed although the fear of giving a bad impression was all too true. "It's just how I was raised, sir. I've come to avoid giving a bad impression." She said though not divulging her fears. "It's an interesting selection you've got, few I remember reading about. Most others escape my knowledge."
"I can pass though, I just wonder what is ahead in the future." Ayame began as she shifted her stance and rested her left hand on the hip. "For me, the village and the fact I'm not sure what I'll end up doing, though I'm just worrying too much," She admitted with a deeper inhale this time as she slowly worked toward her point as she looked directly at the man this time.
"Just what if I end up being useless, to this village and in my duties I mean. I fear what would happen if I fail."
