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 Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 5:51 pm
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 x━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━ [ • Ν o z o ɱ ɩ • Α Ь ʋ ɾ α ɱ е • ] ━━━
xxxPeople who are [[ loyal ]] to their ⇨ soul ⇦
xxxxxxxxxxxx↳↳↳are the strongest beings to ever existxx ----♥
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Good gods, what had she done...? Her eyes widen as Takeda was in intense pain, her steps were getting close to him as the red haired Aburame agree to cutting the tendrils off but the male had told them to get back. Her body tensed up as she glanced towards the creature and Tetsuya, if he didn't want her help, fine. She can just.... wait. What was going on to her mind? Her hand went up to gently rub it as she frowned slightly. No. She can't be thinking those thoughts. It wasn't too long after that that she heard a familiar voice, Shadow. Her teeth gritted as she had a stoic appearance about on her face. Him. Why ... was memories coming back today? First Tetsuya and now Shadow... She exhaled slowly out of her nostrils, her honey brown hues were no longer warm. It was between deep cold golden hues or slight hint of warmth. Kageoru seems to take control of the situation so Nozomi didn't see any point of interfering. Instead, her body language had shifted from protective, to offensive. Not towards to her squadmates, more towards the creatures. Tetsuya had seem to change, from the creature to... possible the real him? Nozomi took a step forward, she was ready to see blood. She was ready to kill him. He was the cause of all this and she doesn't even know if he was really Tetsuya. The devourer? What in the world was he talking about? She was still ready to kill him in a moment notice if she had to. Yet... when he looked over at her, she glared down at him.. and she saw it. The hidden hint of sadness as she grimaced slightly, her lust for blood had slow down. Then the unexpected happened, he turned and bolted into the wall, erupting into a black mist as she took a step forward and her hands clenches into a fist, watching it evaporate into nothingness in the air.
Was that even really Tetsuya? She heard a voice, Kagerou. Her head slightly turned to give her squadmate attention as she nodded in silence. Nozomi started to wonder if she needed to be separated from them. She harmed Takeda and for a moment, she wanted to do nothing, but to kill. To see the blood on her hands. Her heart was pounding against her chest and was ready to burst through her ribs, yet she showed no emotions of it. She had controlled her bloodlust before and she can control it again. Right? She made her way towards the sack and the book as she sent about ten bugs to check for any chakra traps or the liking. To even find seals. Nothing happened. So it must be safe. Once they entered back into her body, her hands reached over as she touched the book and gasped softly. She didn't understand but she did understand. What? A key... she had to take this to Mizukage's tower. This was what Shadow was talking about. "That voice," She started as she picked up the book and her hands went to the sack as she placed the sack into her pockets while holding the book, it rest slightly above her hips for support, "Is a Jounin I know. We can trust him. As for me in the rear..." She glanced over her squadmates. She wanted to say something. Warn them about her desire to kill. No. She can control this. And her teammates were helping her without even knowing it. Instead of saying what she wanted to say, "I can do that." While holding the book with one arm that rest above her hip, the other hand started to trace the book slightly. She seemed to be interested in it.
≈ Kirigakure ≈
Bloodline [ Aburame ] | Genjutsu | Genin
| 445/480 Chakra | 225/225 Stamina |
1450/1450 Kikaichu
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Actions:.
Butterfly Kisses - Nozomi is able to cast her genjutsu, if they are touch based, through her insects. She makes the handsigns, but the jutsu is delivered by the insects. Example, if Nozomi have six insects on six people, all would be affected by her genjutsu. It would cost 2 ranks less per person to use. Such as if the technique is A-rank, it would cost C-rank chakra per person. While the cost of the technique drops two rank, so does the power.
Class Discipline/Personal Attribute:
Mother's Heart - Nozomi is able to communicate with anything living that is of the Arthropoda phylum order. She can gather Intel from the Arthropoda phylum creatures that is within 10 meters radius, usually used to track someone down.
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Jenni Deer rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 6:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2016 6:46 pm
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xVANDAxVANDAxVANDAxVANDA █████ ♕ ⋮ THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE TRUTH ✁ IT CHEWS YOU UP ━━━━xx{ AND SWALLOWS YOU }
xVANDASKAxVANDASKAxVANDASKAxVANDASKAxA fraction of the wrath in me unraveling for all to view
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Something inside of Takeda told him that the reason he was laying in a pool of his own blood had to do with karma. Probably telling off that monstrosity that called itself a rake. Then something else, another bitter pill to swallow....he lost control. Seeing his family, the animated dead in the form of people he loved, it made him snap for a brief moment. To go feral. Taking on the guise of the monster in the night, making his movements reflect on his own, outstanding personality: Pushing away everyone, then attacking whoever holds all the blame in his mind. In a world where people got along and having respect for others was the norm. he was the anachronism. That primal segment which just didn't fit in with the present. Maybe if he was a little different, maybe if he thought twice or expanded his perspective, maybe he could stray from the mistakes that came his way.
But nobody had the pride he had. Nobody had a bigger chip on their shoulder either.
With pain still wracking his body, he pushed his palms against the damp ground and lifted himself up, his chest tightening from that action. The tendrils inside of him pulsed and coiled harshly in reaction to that movement alone. It caused Takeda to violently cough, body shuddering and shaking roughly as the pain spiked up all over again, inside and outside, forcing his head back to the ground, hands gripping onto the floor. The blood and tendrils in his chest led to him coughing up like that until he was gasping for breath, the shuddering and tensing so rough that his mask hit the floor as well, dropping from him face. While he would like to believe that he built up a tolerance over the years, the current pain was a nuclear bomb compared to what he'd been through. His body was durable enough to the point that he could live through a greatsword through his chest and keep fighting, but his pain was comparable to being stabbed again and again, several billion times. While the initial feeling of being punctured wasn't there anymore, he was dealing with the aching feeling of his tendrils attempting to put themselves back together, same for his muscles, the degrading effect of whatever happened to him resulting in a mixture of bad experiences in his body.
"This...is nothing."
His words were raspy, hoarse, breathy. Like he hadn't spoken in years. But baring the pain of speaking was all to prove the point he wanted to make for himself. That after all he'd been through, if that brought him down, it'd be not only a disrespect for him. It'd be one for his entire family, who weighed the most in his heart of hearts, since they'd always remain as his greatest moment of pain and defeat in his life. If he could get through that, he could get through anything. Holding his breath, he strained his arms against the ground again, not letting himself get brought down even as his chest tightened and coughs tore at him once more. As electric shocks of pain tore at his body. His legs wanted to buckle, but he forced them to raise up with the rest of his body, one hand gripping his mask as he got up, while the other grasped the hilt of his zanbatou. Even though he managed to stand, there was no way he could raise his weapon high enough to put it back in its holster once more. So, as much as it grated at him, he dragged the blade against the ground while stepping to the two girls waiting on him. His clothes were damp, with spots of dark red for obvious reasons. There was even some blood on his face, in specks along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Simple movements constantly took their toll, and he was breathing heavily by the time he reached Nozomi and Kagerou. His eyes were constantly changing, from charcoal black to glowing scarlet red, similar to the lights on alarms. It not only signified that he was in a critical condition, but that he had a need for something morbid. He needed a heart, or else he wouldn't be recovered enough to handle a fight for the next several days, maybe even weeks. He hadn't lost so many tendrils since he was a child, and that alone took months. There was no telling, but without a doubt it wouldn't be soon unless he could harvest a fresh heart.
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✦ ✦ ✦ Takeda Shirai ˟ Of Severed Hearts
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VxVANDABukijutsu - Taikutsu - Jiongu - 260/260 - 320/320 - 2x Hearts
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 10:06 pm
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She had spent the better part of a month moving from the Northeastern most island in the chain that made up the Land of Waves. Against the head monk’s wishes, she had taken a boat from Lattakiyah Island and instead of going straight for Kirigakure, she took a three-day trip to arrive the main island and then walked the rest of the way there, stopping at every fisher’s, crofter’s village, and outpost, trading goods, eating food, helping farmers move their crops, catching robbers and the things everyone should expect from a genuinely good person. This of course, made her take the better part of a month in her track down, to the point where, eventually, she realized she had to arrive at the village at the earliest. Moving from a medium sized fishing village called New Minato, called new because the Old Minato rested hundreds of feet below the waves, a result of some cataclysm that occurred some months prior to her arrival. New Minato was in bad shape as it was, the waves destroyed most of their farm land and washed up pirates ashore, giving it an interesting mix of low food quantities and a high crime rate. The village was just a shadow of its former self if the old lady that had given the knight a place to sleep could be believed. First thing in the morning she went by the port and paid an absurd amount for a boat ride that would take about a week. The boat was simple by all accounts. It was a long boat with a single room, inside the room there was a nightstand and two beds, one for her, and one for the rower that was not on duty. The crew amounted to a walloping two people, one rower by day and another by night. During the day she would fish for the food they would eat as the longboat made its way slowly through the rivers of the land of waves, in and out of swamps, rivers and beaches, until finally, on the dawn of the sixth day, she could see, still ways away, a rising figure far away that at first she could not tell what it was, but as the hours passed and morning gave way to late afternoon, when the waters began to turn from a cobalt blue on to the orange of the lowering sun. Just before dusk broke, the rower stopped the boat on the edge of the walls where on a small dock. She got off the boat after collecting her things and came up to a line of people getting paperwork stamped by a masked individual. The line took about thirty minutes for it to reach to her, once she was there, the man asked her for identification papers, or a tattoo, of which she had none. “Um… I have this…” She reached into her backpack and produced a bent and dirty sheet of paper with something written on it, saying who she was, and that she had been sent from Lattakiyah to become a member of the village, assured with the seal of the Elder Monk. She looked at the ANBU read over her paper and twirled her thumbs, hoping that it would be enough to grand her safe passage on to the Village Hidden in the Mist. She wasn’t much to look at right now, her clothes were dirty and worn from the traveling. Her blond hair, which was always crisp and clean, put in intricately made side-braids, while wearing it free and flowing in the center was just a matted mess from lack of utilities on the boat to fix herself up. Nymeria’s bright green eyes looked intently at the ANBU, worrying that her passage would be denied.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 12:32 pm
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____The cold steel holes where eyes should have been gazed out at the strange young woman from beneath a deep blue hood of its cloak with an impassive air. There was no concern, nor means of expressing that the girl would notice, yet the impression of being watched was clear. Finally, at long last, the strange, mechanical figure reached into the cloak and pulled out a small metal tube that she brandished before holding out her hand for the girl. "You will receive a temporary mark. This will allow you to use common facilities, but will restrict you that you may not enter shinobi training facilities. You may visit the Lord Mizukage by way of the Shrift Lift, which you will find will be the only lift your mark will activate. If for any reason the mark is damaged, see a Protector as soon as you can." With that, if the girl took the offered hand, the Protector would turn over her hand until the girl's faced up, and the metal tube would be pressed to her hand. The instant it did, a surge of chakra would burst out from it, igniting a lightly glowing symbol of Kirigakure upon her hand where the metal had been as it was pulled away.
____Releasing the hand, the figure stepped back and waved her through. "If a fight breaks out, put blood to the seal. It will call one of us immediately. Under no circumstances must you incite chaos, but if you see it happening, summon us. And with that,welcome to Kirigakure no Sato."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 8:59 pm
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Slowly, Nymeria extended her hand to the ANBU, unsure of what was about to transpire. She twitched at the release of chakra and made a sound, but ultimately she saw that she was fine. The blonde examined the mark the shinobi had made on her hand as he spoke to her one last time. Four wavy lines, she wondered what that meant, until she lifted her eyes and saw a similar mark brandished on the man’s mask, on top of the gates, and everywhere around her. That was when she understood that it was the symbol of the village. That was queer. No other villages she had traveled to had a symbol like this, or one of their own creation. “I can assure you I am able to defend myself.” Nymeria said with a sure smile. Defending herself was one thing, being able to actually win a battle would prove to be a problem. All she could do was block and aimlessly flail her sword at an enemy until they became tired. Victory by attrition; that was what she excelled at. The blonde bowed to the guard, putting her closed right first above her heart. “Thank you very much.” She said to him, rising from the bow, and then walked into the village, what would be her new home.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 11:55 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 11:43 pm
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____The line into the gates was relatively long, yet seemed to be moving quite fast, enough that even the sailors, who always seemed the more ornery of the lot, didn't complain. What Nakicho might find odd the closer to the door he got was that the ANBU at the gates both wore a strange garb and was performing odd proceedings. Wearing a black coat that dangled down almost to the ground with an odd metallic overcoat that bore two warm lights at the shoulders. The face, which was normally covered by a white animal mask, instead bore a steel face with twin lights where the eyes lay. Rather imposing, he would ask questions of everyone who wished to enter in a voice distorted by some technological means before taking the supplicant's arm and, with a glowing finger, drew the symbol of Kirigakure upon their flesh. That it was a fuinjutsu of some sort was quite obvious.
____At last it was Nakicho's turn, and the steel faced figure looked at the shinobi carefully. The shoulders, narrow, hunched at seeing him before the figure sketched the smallest of bows to the male, straightening to place a fist over his heart. "Greetings, Nakicho Genshukuna. It has been quite some time since the Mist was has had the pleasure of speaking with one from the Leaf. Much has changed from what your village knows of our's. Namely, to enter I must place a Fuinjutsu upon you that allows us to track your movements, and activation of jutsu within the confines of these walls will trigger a defense alarm. I apologize, but it is a new rule that must be followed to allow entrance." The words were simple, but distorted, for the voice was being unsexed by some manner of jutsu or machine. Neutral, hidden, the figure watched the strange shinobi with a manner of concern, or possibly respect.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 6:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2017 6:32 pm
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____The metal-garbed ANBU retreated at the overly friendly approach of the Konoha shinobi, the suddenness of his movement pulling back the cloak to reveal the image of a large octopus with its eight appendages splayed etched in what appeared to be gold upon the soldier's right breast. Taking a hasty step backwards again in order to right themselves, the ANBU looked hastily at the others that were approaching, one of which seemed to be of some sort of mail service on a tiny rowboat. None reacted to their retreat, and so they looked back upon the muscle man in white behind smoky quartz visors. "The warning is more for defense. For any reason if you are attacked release a small burst of your chakra in some way and it will release the alarm. Allow the Phantoms handle any assaults, please, to maintain the order of the village." Gesturing towards the steel door set beside him with an upraised arm, the figure continued. "There is a lift at the base of the Sero Tree. Simply ask your driver to indicate which one it is, and you may use it to take you to the office at the top."
____Looking over to the figure who came up and rudely failed to wait his turn in line, the ANBU retrieved the letter from the messenger and reversed the tube he used to grant access to the village. Placing the back end upon his mouth, the ANBU exhaled into the tube with a gush of air. Instantly, a strange symbol appeared upon the letter's face, and it vanished in a small puff of smoke. "Thank you, the letter has been passed along." Still, he waited for the Konoha shinobi's response before he would open the gate to let him into the murder-hole infested tunnel.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 1:38 am
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