Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 8:37 pm Post subject: The Last Enshrouded
A soft groan escaped her lips while the expression in her clouded eyes displayed immense pain. Her face screwed up into a look of distress while her long raven hair was strewn and waving wildly in the wind and distraughtful bouncing. The rock which kept her hand bound to the earth jiggled loose and slid down to the earth waiting far below. At the last moment she brought her hand towards another firm brown jut on this jagged mountain. With her other she reached upwards and hauled herself onto up onto the platform. It was huge, capable of containing several buildings. It was at this point she took her cue and laid herself onto the ground while watching the sun. Her laboured breathing brought her chest heaving upwards and imploding in a painful but consistent pattern.
Despite her training she could barely handle the streneous climb with the child that she bore. It sapped her of emotions, her strength, every fiber of her being held in grip with this barely developed human that lay vulnerable close to her but out of reach. It was an odd feeling but one of power - love of a child was one of the strongest feelings one could experience. Even now Syra cherished her child and would fight viciously to preserve her dear baby.
Several moments had passed before she could control her breathing. The unbearable pain in her heart and lungs slowed to a dull throb which would allow her to finish the Binding properly. The time of war was upon them and yet she could barely keep her pulse steady climbing a mountain. She gave an inward feeling of disdain; a shinobi of her caliber shouldn't act so weakly. She pulled out the scroll, going over the words carefully. There was no hand signs in this, only the Priestess powers she had not used in years. It would take some time for her to recall all of these. She closed her eyes, preparing for the first step - finding the powers that would be used in her Binding. With subtle undercurrents she drew within her the power of the dual spirits. Time passed slowly while she formed the power. When she opened her eyes, a boy stood in front of her. _________________ Syra's Theme - 463
Chouso flies up the mountian in short bursts, landing every few minutes. Nekojin wings weren't ment for long term use, they were too small. But is was easier than climbing the mountian the normal way, so he went on and did it. He heard his target was seen around the base, supposively. If he was misinformed, he would feel a need to hurt the person but wouldn't. He looks up sighing, "Maybe I should learn Hane Seicho. I would help me travel." He uses his wings to reach a large platform, deciding to rest for a while. "I'm getting irrated, this is gonna be more difficult with all the ledges...." he stops speaking, an attractive woman catching his eyes. He goes into his mental notes, fishing for a describtion of his target. I suppose this is her, but she seems weaker than what I've heard... "Syra Ozanaru? I'm Chouso Kaichio." he pulls a scroll out, "I need your help with an little experiment of sorts." He tosses the scroll too her.
Spoiler:
Name: Mask of Id
Type: Ninjutsu
Rank: A (Kin)
Requirements: Training with someone who has a literal inner demon who has learned to use it, or someone who already has this jutsu.
Description: This jutsu unleashes your subconscious mind to empower you for a limited time. It breaks the social limitations the normal mind imposes, and as a result it unleashes an inner power. When utilizing this jutsu, a mask appears over the users face, talking through it will change the voice of the user in some way (such as a "demonic echo" effect). These mask vary in appearance, based on the users inner motives. This mask greatly improves two general shinobi abilities greatly, which can be any of the following;
Chakra
Speed
Stregth
Stamina
Defense
It also improves the overall power of a single Jutsu of the user's choice, as long as they have it. These improvements are always the same, and after learning the jutsu you will have to post the appearance and abilities of your mask as items. You can use chakra to boost the physical power of your armed and unarmed strikes.
However, breaking such limits aren't easy and can have adverse effects on the body. After using the mask for a certain amount of posts, it shatters, you become a bit exhausted, and you loose the ability to use charka for an hour, and can't wear the mask again in the same thread. The number of posts are as follows;
Chuunin - 3
Jounin - 5
Sannin - 7
Kage - 10
_________________ Dharma-sensei, the Batman of NRC Swagger Over 9,000! I'm Uchiha, Therefore I'm God Roleplaying Characters: Caleb Uchiha Umoki (Clan Leader) Aleison Nova Ezekial Yuwea, Aasimar of Light Dharma, The Silver Moth (Puppet Master) and Dizzy RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Chuunin, A ~ Chuunin, C ~ Jounin, S ~ Jounin, A Village: Konohagakure ~ Konohagakure ~ Iwakagure ~ Konohagakure Fame: 0 Reputation: 0 Training Points: 200 Inventory: Blade of the Wind Spirits, 100 ft. of Metal Thread, Shinsou, Fan of Furious Flames, Righteous Guard of Madara, Summon Tattoos (Shuriken, Kunai, Windmills), Summon Scroll (Large Med Kit), Small Med Kit ~ Summoning Quiver (High Explosive Arrows), 10 smoke bombs ~ See Inventory, Hitogutsu Equibment
" Hello there," She yelled out the boy in front of her. He was odd looking with his cat-like features; long ears and a protruding tail that had caught her eyes the moment they laid upon him. However, for someone who had spent countless hours in the company of demons this was nothing extraordinary and she took no suprise from his appearance.
She smiled softly to him but still held the focus that was required for the Binding. She could not let go of what she already had; this power was precious and should be handled delicately, lest all be lost. She could feel the energy rise within her, molding into a ball which seemed to press her very soul. Even with her eyes open and stinging from the sun's clear light shining against the azure dome. She looked down and waited for the shadow that would blot out the light which held her eyes raptured into shielding. She saw him; the darkness which would envelop her. Nezinau stepped foward into the sun-drenched earth and looked upwards with disgust. With a single motion of his hands he ripped a riff through the air and stepped into it, appearing behind the two shinobi.
" Good to have you join me," She said softly while he scrambled to find shade and solace from the baked earth. He muttered a greeting of some sort but took no note of the Nekojin. This was not rare for the Kaimas; he was often sullen after many weeks without bloodshed upon his hands. The violent demon was tethered to Syra and forced to obey his will; it was all he could do to hope that she would send him off to a to the death battle, or assassination, or a warning. _________________ Syra's Theme - 463
He realizes she won't catch it and in an instant snaps it up with his tail. He was about to talk once again, but decided to see what she was doing exacting. When the demon stepped out, it suprised him. Not enough to give much of an advantage should is attack, but it's not everyday a demon or anything shows up like that. Indeed this was the woman he needed to talk too. "Forgive me if I'm interupting something, but I need you're control over demons to help me unlock a new power. This jutsu harnesses the power of the subconscious, and someone with experience taming real demons will help me tame the emotion ones. Are you willing to help me?" _________________ Dharma-sensei, the Batman of NRC Swagger Over 9,000! I'm Uchiha, Therefore I'm God Roleplaying Characters: Caleb Uchiha Umoki (Clan Leader) Aleison Nova Ezekial Yuwea, Aasimar of Light Dharma, The Silver Moth (Puppet Master) and Dizzy RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Chuunin, A ~ Chuunin, C ~ Jounin, S ~ Jounin, A Village: Konohagakure ~ Konohagakure ~ Iwakagure ~ Konohagakure Fame: 0 Reputation: 0 Training Points: 200 Inventory: Blade of the Wind Spirits, 100 ft. of Metal Thread, Shinsou, Fan of Furious Flames, Righteous Guard of Madara, Summon Tattoos (Shuriken, Kunai, Windmills), Summon Scroll (Large Med Kit), Small Med Kit ~ Summoning Quiver (High Explosive Arrows), 10 smoke bombs ~ See Inventory, Hitogutsu Equibment
Ayame Ozanaru flickered roughly 40 feet away from the two shinobi. Kuzaki's voice rang inside of her head to tell her to attack them, but she silenced him. That is Syra Ozanaru, the Leader of the Ozanaru Clan Kuzaki, so watch your tongue. She walked towards syra casually, she started to offer a hand shake but Ayame noticed she was using the Demon Bind technique so she stopped and decided only to speak. "Syra, I am Ayame Ozanaru, I believe we are cousins. But that does not matter. I am here to offer you assistance, and become your apprentice." She spoke casually, nothing dramatic. She flexed her hand that had the Kibaku Mouth inside, which allowed Syra and the other ninja to see it. Roleplaying Characters: ~Ayame Ozanaru~ ~Lainey Uchiha~ Taken by Uchiha Bloodline Unavailable RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: A-Ranked Jounin ~~~ E-Ranked Genin Village: Sand Village ~~~ Leaf Village Fame: 0 Reputation: 0 Training Points: 0 Inventory: +20 Shuriken, +20 Kunai, +20 Senbon Needles, +10 Smoke Bombs, +1 Fuuma Shuriken, +50 Yards of Wire, +4 Bags of Clay
IC: Syra's eyebrow raised substantially. The sight of the wretched hole in her hand not only shocked her temporarily but disappointed her. Despite that she decided to keep a calm and open air about her inflection. She held her hands out and beckoned for Nezinau to walk over. He did so reluctantly, glaring in the direction of the sun every so often as if to say that it would be his next victim. Syra pressed her hands on his chest and drew several lines across his body. The energy flowed into these lines, glowing softly in a blue-white colour. It stung the both of them but they accepted it easily. After finishing she stayed her hands which were attached by the electric energy. Finally her hands were released in a burst of white-blue aura.
She turned to her new companions and spoke to each of them at once. " I could teach you both some things but I don't think I need your assistance. And unfortunately I don't think it would be good for me to train you. You obviously know the basics of everything and I'm not sure I could teach you anything past that point; not if you're unwilling to learn as such. And as for you," She said, directing her statements towards Chouso, " I'm willing to help but first you need to tell me what you already know."
While she spoke Nezinau had slinked away into the corner again. His grumbling was projected to a fine audible level for all three of them. Syra smiled in his direction and he merely bared his fangs towards her. He held his claws menacingly but she merely laughed in the face of his 'death'. He was bound to her eternally; there was nothing he could do to harm her. She gave him a reassuring wink before saying loudly, " I'll be leaving for Kohonagakure shortly with my demon so I won't be able to train either of you much anyway. As long as you can learn quickly I'm sure you can learn the basics for demonic control. Do note that this training will proceed long after I have departed... It will last forever, as long as that demon harbours within you." She ended with a calmer, more sorrowful and reminiscent tone. Behind her Nezinau's interest in their departure was apparent. He kept his ears perked but his body turned away towards the stone walls that surrounded them.
He found it a bit interesting that she was trying to train both, even with the little time she had. "I don't know much every thing is contained in that scroll. Biut from what I've heard the man ramble about is a psychological process. Maybe a type of hypnosis. It would be obvious how an Ozanaru would go about this. A physical demon is easier to reach to than the subconscious." He looks off the mountain into the sky. He was kinda pained there was someone else there to get the attention of Syra, he wanted to get this over quickly. He looks back at her, "Just read the scroll and think of something. I'm sure we both want to hurry up and get this over with." _________________ Dharma-sensei, the Batman of NRC Swagger Over 9,000! I'm Uchiha, Therefore I'm God Roleplaying Characters: Caleb Uchiha Umoki (Clan Leader) Aleison Nova Ezekial Yuwea, Aasimar of Light Dharma, The Silver Moth (Puppet Master) and Dizzy RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Chuunin, A ~ Chuunin, C ~ Jounin, S ~ Jounin, A Village: Konohagakure ~ Konohagakure ~ Iwakagure ~ Konohagakure Fame: 0 Reputation: 0 Training Points: 200 Inventory: Blade of the Wind Spirits, 100 ft. of Metal Thread, Shinsou, Fan of Furious Flames, Righteous Guard of Madara, Summon Tattoos (Shuriken, Kunai, Windmills), Summon Scroll (Large Med Kit), Small Med Kit ~ Summoning Quiver (High Explosive Arrows), 10 smoke bombs ~ See Inventory, Hitogutsu Equibment
Ayame nodded and spoke to Syra, ignoring the demon she was controlling. "I have enough patience to wait until you have time to train me, Syra. I'm mainly looking to advance my Seal." She looked away from Syra and slipped her hands into her pockets. Ayame don't lie to Syra...You hardly have patience at all.Yes, but if Syra Ozanaru is going to Konoha, It is not going to be boring. She heard Kuzaki rumble a short agreement and his thoughts dissapeared. While she was talking to Kuzaki in his head, her hand went up to her head as if she had a horrible headache. Syra would know that it is a sign of the schizophrenia, but the other man would not. Roleplaying Characters: ~Ayame Ozanaru~ ~Lainey Uchiha~ Taken by Uchiha Bloodline Unavailable RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: A-Ranked Jounin ~~~ E-Ranked Genin Village: Sand Village ~~~ Leaf Village Fame: 0 Reputation: 0 Training Points: 0 Inventory: +20 Shuriken, +20 Kunai, +20 Senbon Needles, +10 Smoke Bombs, +1 Fuuma Shuriken, +50 Yards of Wire, +4 Bags of Clay
Syra could see the inner demon of Ayame was bothering her but she said nothing of it. Instead, she slipped out a glove from her jacket and handed it to her. She had no doubt that the girl would recognize it immediately as one that would hold back her powers. She meant it as a symbol; a symbol that despite her rank and power that she didn't have the control that Syra did and should respect that.
" I can teach you Seal training, sure," She said with a dangerous glint in her eyes, " But that doesn't mean you'll be my apprentice. Trust me, it's hard work. Not many people could handle it." She didn't even wait for the prefered reaction; instead she turned her attention back to Chouso.
" Don't worry kid, I don't need the scroll to figure it out. In actuality full control over the demon in the Ozanaru bloodline is a pure mental state. However, there is one method that most seem to prefer, especially those without much demonic blood. The concept basically is that to tame a demon is to control it first. And to control it you have to command it and make it respect you. The easiest way to do this is two ways - Impress them with your abilities and charisma, or by mastering your mind and body that they too are mastered because of it. Quite simply, you just have to fight someone while holding perfect control of your demon while using its power. Use it as you see fit but never give anything to it; teach it a lesson. You'll have to use all your strength for it to work best. If you want, we can have a quick spar for you to test this theory out for yourself. Feel free to use ninjutsu, but nothing extremely powerful. My wounds are healing up nicely and I would like to keep it that way."
A glint of the thick steel caught into her eye when drawing the tekagi. The gloves snapped on with a scrape of leather and the blades snapped into place with a flick of the wrists. She held her arms out with practiced ease, ready for him to strike. She smiled, hoping that Ayame was about to explode momentarily. She could tell this was a passionate young one; Probably without much patience and would soon simply attack Syra in frustration. _________________ Syra's Theme - 463
He stands there, not understanding what she was talking about fully. But then again, he expected as much. The creator of the jutsu was a psychologist and bit crazy himself. So obviously this isn't something that's easily understood. Not without experience anyways. He brings his arm up, his hand starting to grip out some invisble object. Mist comes from the arm and is drawn from the air towards him. It solidifies into a beautiful katana, and he grips it. If this had been a real fight, he would've closed in and used the wakazashi by his side. But this was training, and he needs to practice with Kirijin. He shunshins to her right side and swings. In mid swing he release a crescent shockwave of water, he was intending on getting her with a double hit. His tail swings around to bludgeon her on the left side. _________________ Dharma-sensei, the Batman of NRC Swagger Over 9,000! I'm Uchiha, Therefore I'm God Roleplaying Characters: Caleb Uchiha Umoki (Clan Leader) Aleison Nova Ezekial Yuwea, Aasimar of Light Dharma, The Silver Moth (Puppet Master) and Dizzy RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Chuunin, A ~ Chuunin, C ~ Jounin, S ~ Jounin, A Village: Konohagakure ~ Konohagakure ~ Iwakagure ~ Konohagakure Fame: 0 Reputation: 0 Training Points: 200 Inventory: Blade of the Wind Spirits, 100 ft. of Metal Thread, Shinsou, Fan of Furious Flames, Righteous Guard of Madara, Summon Tattoos (Shuriken, Kunai, Windmills), Summon Scroll (Large Med Kit), Small Med Kit ~ Summoning Quiver (High Explosive Arrows), 10 smoke bombs ~ See Inventory, Hitogutsu Equibment
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