Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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You're Free My Brethren!

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Some people were all about the explosions. The drama. They lacked finesse. They needed fireworks because there was nothing cerebral beyond those dense skulls. Drama, when done right enhances the story, brings a deeper meaning to the game. It is just that... In ninja-ville here everyone is about the sneaky-sneaky, hanging out in a hidey hole, and being boring sons of bitches. That was because the crème de la crème of any society is oft found among the most brilliant and creative minds society has to offer, feared and reviled they are carelessly locked away rather than celebrated for their genius. Fear not dear friends, like minded men know of your true plight! How the world has misjudged you! You will be free my brethren madmen. Free!
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A large man, taller than most by nearly a foot walked up to the front desk in the reception area. It was a particularly hot day, especially in a hospital unequipped for surface temperature. Since the roof had crumbled away, burying much of the city even more of the village was exposed to the wrath of nature. The streets were still strewn with rubble, civilian workers had done their best to clean what would have taken a mere handful of shinobi a matter of days to clear over the past few months. It was a crying shame, the pride of a shinobi. Never willing to get their hands dirty unless it was something 'fun.' The nurse, a bit old for his taste. No, that was not it, old broads are never a problem until they break a hip. But there was something about her, perhaps it was the silent glare she gave him. No, that was actually a turn on, as was that expression of annoyance and revulsion as he lit up a fag in his mouth. "Sir... Sir... Sir! You cannot smoke here," she complained in a nasal voice. Maybe it was the bitching, again that could not be it. It had to be her fucking voice. There were three others in the waiting room, they vacated when Shouki lit up. Looked like one might have even recognized him (they did). Not that it mattered, this was only going to take a couple of minutes.

He leaned over the counter and gave the receptionist a toothy grin, propping his head on his elbows as he did so. "Who... me?"

"Yes, you sir..." She snapped as she pointed towards the door. "Now leave before I have someone escort you out!"

Of course, an escort, how droll. Shouki let out a chuckle, it would have seemed charming coming from anyone besides him. There was something threatening, even in the way he laughed. "No... I do not think you will be seeing me out, but I shant be long," he announced as he reached across the counter with what would seem like an unnatural reach where he would flick away the headset on her head.

She would shy away but her headset would be knocked to the floor. "Code Ten!" The unfortunate receptionist would yell as she attempted to slam her palm down on a button behind the desk. It was red, like all important buttons were. She would not press the button but no worries, he would press it later. It was too shiny to ignore. His hand would wrap around her neck, his thick, large fingers would easily grip around her windpipe and she would let out a wheeze as he pulled over over the counter.
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No? Fair enough. She seemed like a bit of a prude anyways. Well that and a dead fish, or at the very least dead. She was flaccid in his grip, her face already grey he tossed her aside like a rag-doll, his expression that of disgust. They always seem to lack durability. End his fun too soon. It was her fault of course, she should have run if she did not want to die. Also, she should not carry her swipe badge on her person like that -- it is dangerous leaving them around on corpses like that. "How troublesome..." he muttered to himself as he relieved the dead secretary of her burden. Between a pair of fingers he would glide the card over the reader, with a beep and a green light he could hear the bolt withdraw and the door would easily open.

On either side of a narrow hallway beyond locked doors and padded walls were some of the most beautiful minds in the country. Poets, artists, singers, writers -- their crime being only their love for the color RED. He did not take his time as he deftly unlocked most of the doors, he was not being careful about this sacred endeavor - random chance was the best reflection of destiny. Some never even made of their cell -- they had an unfortunate altercation with Shouki's blade. Of course there was no rhyme or reason for any of this, those free cackled manically, some bolting for the door, others twirling about in their rooms or the halls. Those, more often than not met the most unfortunate of ends. A giantblade through the gut or the skull. The kills lacked finesse, that was the most distressing part about this. the delicious anarchy and chaos was a delight, his patron God never sated but perhaps proud of Shouki's holy task. But even in the best of games, there was at times necessary work involved -- preparations were a lot like foreplay. A lot of work, really not immediate benefit for the worker but the long-term score was often worthwhile.

It was the blood from their severed heads, placed in a neat pile in the last room at the end of the hall, their bodies stacked against the wall. Those who never survived the escape. Of course this all happened over the course of no more than 5 minutes -- why? Ninjas are exceedingly quick, and while he was certainly recognized it was going to take awhile before a shinobi of any caliber capible of standing toe-to-toe with him would be in the vicinity. It was a shame. He could hang around and wait for them to show, but then foreplay would be over.

He would start to whistle Camptown Races as he walked away, locking every door behind him, leaving behind him one or two living men and women locked in the last room with the dead. They were not among the crazies he helped escape, no-no-no... These were people who came to visit. People who were not warned during those precious five minutes and entered anyways, or perhaps they were true wallflowers and were there the whole time and he did not notice until the end. It mattered not, living witnesses were always important. they had stories. Told people names. Gave someone infamy. He would say it not once but thrice as he closed the door and turned off the light, the duo left with the dead and with writing in blood on the back wall. "Shouki... Shouki... Show-Key!"

What was written on the wall? Oh, nothing special. Just a written declaration of intent as it were:</COLOR>




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And with that Shouki would leave.
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Mission Prompt: Catch an escaped Asylum Patient.
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Sunaku Isamu

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The crazies or rather the less sane shinobi of Sunagakure were more entertaining than the everyday of the mill shinobi Isamu has encountered in the streets. In fact, he has become close to one particular shinobi at this Asylum. The patient's real name is Youkaza, Kiran. However, he refers to his self as "Emaa-hoo" the God of Destruction. Isamu has came to visit him several times since he came to Suna. Kiran honestly believes he is the reincarnation of Emaa-hoo. Thus why he has been imprisoned to the Aslyum. Isamu came through the door to the waiting area expecting to see the old prune who always pressed for information about how he was kin to the desired. Isamu was sure he had already spun the woman several different stories as to his relation, but he never cared to not mix his story. IF he wanted to see Kiran, he would. Simple as that.

Today, there shouldn't be a problem as the old lady was missing. As Isamu accessed the situation he soon realized something was wrong. First off, there was no one here and secondly there was a loud alarm buzzing. Well Isamu's mood automatically changed, this was a serious matter and he may be here in time to prevent anything from happening. Isamu attempted to go through the door that leads to the cell blocks but it didn't budge open. He quickly went back to the old lady's desk and hit the button that she taps to allow entry and he quickly raced down the cell blocks to Kiran room. As he went by he realized what has happened. Some how everyone in the Asylum has been released. Yet, there was so much blood. Did the prisoners fight their way out or was there something more menacing a foot? Isamu didn't take the time to process the thought as he pushed forward. Finally reaching the cell door that belonged to Kiran at the back of the hall. Isamu kicked it open and saw a pile of bodies and two people huddled at the foot of the pile shaking. One of them meet his eye and spoke a name, "Shouki" Isamu was unsure what the person meant, it was obvious he was under duress. Above the pile of bodies was a message written in blood. "Lets Play a Game" So a mad man is playing a game here.

But what mad man Isamu thought to his self as the person spoke again, this time louder. "Shouki" Isamu was puzzled by this person, were his thoughts heard, or was that name the only explanation that was given for this massacre? Isamu looked at the bodies again. Kiran was there, his features were very distinctive. It was a shame, Isamu had enjoyed talking with the loon and hearing how the world would meet it's end at the hands of Destruction. Isamu paused for a moment before turning on his heels to leave. He thought of if there was going to be a newborn borne in Sunagakure with the idea of being the reincarnation of Emaa-hoo. If so, perhaps Kiran wasn't so crazy after all.

As an after thought Isamu turned to the duo. "I'm going to call for help, I would recommend coming to the waiting area until they get here. unless you enjoy being surrounded by corpses."

Isamu walked out to the front desk and grabbed the headset that was dropped by the old lady on the floor. It was something he overlooked earlier in his haste. He spoke into what ever frequency it was on originally. "There's been an incident at The Asylum, there is a lot of dead bodies. Both patients and staff. Some of the patients are missing. the exact number is unknown. Requesting an ANBU investigation team to respond ASAP." Isamu was never an ANBU, in fact, he despised most of them. However, their purpose is a necessity, especially if this place was ever going to become up and running again. Oh well there goes his fun for a while.

Isamu knew by the pile of bodies that there were more patients then deceased. Even counting for the staff, the pile should've been massed much higher. However, for now he will await the backup to respond.

[OOC: Accepting S-rank mission offer.]
 

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I apologize for the delay, I got sick. Your post was supposed to be up last night but this one is a doozy and I needed my sleep. Will be posting here after work. Prep battle stats. Also, this is a mission thread so interested parties with a free slot. Consider this.
 

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Surviving was not a kindness in their case. They had seen things that they could never unsee. They had seen things that they never should have seen. One of them had a maddened stare, it was the sort of look some terminal patients had shortly before the sweet release of death when the pain was unbearable. The look manic patients often had when they were suddenly off of their meds and have been awake for the last 72 hours straight. The pair moved about the cell restlessly, among the dead that they had been staring at for hours barely breathing and too fearful to move. After all HE might come back. They saw what he did to them, how he broke some of them quickly. a single blow to the face had crushed their head in, a cut through the throat caused the to almost immediately bleed out. Those were the lucky ones. Others he relished in their pain and suffering as he broke the, bone by bone, laughed as they tried to crawl away over their dead compatriots, leaving a trail of blood behind them.

They were babbling.

"It's sort of like a whack, whir, wheeze, whine. Sputter, splat, squirt, scrape. Clink, clank, clunk, clatter. Crash, bang, beep, buzz. Ring, rip, roar, retch. Twang, toot, tinkle, thud. Pop, plop, plunk, pow. Snort, snuck, sniff, smack. Screech, splash, squish, squeak. Jingle, rattle, squeal, boing. Honk, hoot, hack, belch."

"No-no-no... it was more of a BAM, bang... then a clang, clank, clap! You heard it too didn't you? The screech, shriek, thud but no more thump-thump-thump."

When the locked door swung open then continued with this banter, the door smashed into the torso of one of the fallen with a sickening -thunk- that pushed the body a few inches. The door was wide enough for the stranger to wander in and see the carnage. This was the first place Shouki attacked when he entered Sunagakure. Not the tower. Not some delegate. Not some damsel. No, he was filling the streets with madmen and lunatics. Those who lack sanity add an additional aspect to the criminal element, they are unpredictable.

[color=teal[i]"Shouki"[/i][/color] one of them announced in a quavering voice.

"Shh Shh... Not here!"

"It is what we were intended to say -- Shouki!"[/

They whispered and laughed huddled together with less than wholesome expressions. Making sounds. Repeating the name. One of them pointing to the blood stained wall -- he wanted to play a game.

"I'm going to call for help, I would recommend coming to the waiting area until they get here. unless you enjoy being surrounded by corpses."

Isamu called for help. The duo never departed the room, one started laughing the other started crying. Or was it the other way around? "Wait, I have a riddle for you... he would want you to hear it."

"No, not you. ME!" The other protested.

"My turn! Did you hear about the kidnapping in the kazekage tower?" There was a moment of silence before the other opened their mouth and chimed in. "It's OK... he woke up."

"H̷̕͞҉a͜͝ ̴̢̀͞H̸̢̧̢͢A̴̢͘͞ ́͝h͏̴́̀͘a̶͡ ͟͟͡h̴̨̀͘͡a̸͜h̛͢͟͡a̸̛h̷́͠a҉̶͡!̶̢̧͜"

The laughter was blood-chilling. was the smart thing to do, he summoned the ANBU.

Isamu would walk out of the ward, back into the front desk area where the first body still lay. As he leaned over the desk to retrieve the dead woman's headset he would note five files were left in a neat row. EACH of them numbered one through five. The files were numbered in blood.
  • Patient 14m1n7
    Patient h3r3dl
    Patient 16h7d1
    Patient 57r1c7
    Patient f1ndm3

[spoilername="Patient 14m1n7"]Name: Akane (Red) [Birthname Okada Shusui]
Age: 15
Description: A teenager of a slight build, he has red hair and yellow eyes. He has no defining markings besides some incidental scars, several small lateral scars on his right forearm related to a training accident and some old burn scars on his back.
History: The young man has always been troubled, his parents raised concerns over his mental health when he was as young as three. His parents were both non-shinobis, merchants that often traveled between the major cities with a shinobi escort to ensure their safety in the storm so perhaps their intervention was delayed. Okada Shusui, was a chakra sensitive inherently capable of manipulating fire despite having no family history of being capable of such. There was the suspicion of infidelity after the boy's talents were discovered but if the boy has a biological link to a chakra sensitive it is unknown. The suspicions, however, led to marital discord and Okada Shusui's parents divorced when he was three. His mother left to raise Okada Shusui alone, she noted a young man prone to violent temper tantrums that she claimed were getting increasingly dangerous. While details were never provided by his birth mother, it was assumed that Okada Shusui had a difficult time controlling the fires he manipulated. He was placed in foster care in Sunagakure at the age of four and it was then that we discovered that his tantrums were physically violent and that the young man had a skilled mastery over fire despite his young age and that he was purposefully causing property damage with his flames, attacking caregivers and causing harm to other small animals.

He was sent to therapy and he was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder shortly before his fifth birthday as well as an undefined form of mania despite his young age. He was heavily medicated but resistant to the medications, the doses required to tranquilize the young man placed him in a near vegetative state. Several child and metal health advocates spoke on his behalf, condemning his caregivers for attempting to medicate away the problem. One such advocate Miyamoto Machi, a Jounin-ranked Medic not only spoke on his behalf but also insisted on taking Okada Shusui in claiming that the only way to 'fix' him was to give him a home environment, something foster care was not capable or willing to do. She was rejected initially but she appealed the rejection thrice before the previous calls were overridden. Shortly after Shusui's fifth birthday he was adopted. He never took her name but he requested a new one for himself, insisting that he be called "Akane" or "Red." He was reportedly 'difficult' to control but his adoptive parent insisted that Sunagakure stay out of what she called 'a family matter.' The building they lived in was set aflame three times the month she adopted him, however, over the course of about six months the frequency slowly declined. Approximately six months after his adoption was the last time the building was set on fire.

It was said that Akane had a 'demon' in him that needed to be controlled. At the time this was not taken literally, of course it should have. There was no reportable incident for young Akane for the next three years, he no longer took medication to control his personality disorder and diagnosed psychoses. He was enrolled in the Sunan shinobi academy at the age of 8. He was a mediocre student with some difficulties maintaining his attention, but he did pass at the age of 9 with standard grades. There were a few disciplinary incidents again involving small animals being harmed but these incidents were sporadic. He joined a genin team with two of his peers, he had some minor disciplinary issues involving insubordination regarding the team lead as well as a few scuffles with his teammates that devolved into a physical brawl but there were no recorded injuries.

He was prepped to take his Chuunin examination a month after the Cabal attacked Sunagakure. He never took the exam, he had a psychological break the third day of the incursion. His adoptive mother Miyamoto Machi was stationed in the Medical Center the duration of the attacks. After a particularly grueling double shift, she was attacked and brutally assaulted by several of the inmates that escaped the Obsidian. She died two days later after she succame to her injuries. She was apparently what held the tween together, he quickly unraveled. Once be became unbound he lashed out at those around him, making him not only a danger to himself but also others. He burned several people alive in a rampage that lasted only a few hours but he burnt down a full city block before he was sedated. He was considered mentally unfit to be tried for his actions and thus was sent to the Omni Prime Medical Center's Asylum where he has remained for the last four years. He was heavily medicated so it is a wonder that he was able to leave the facility at all but since he was not among the remains discovered we fear that he is at large.

Build: Pyro-Jinchi[/spoilername]

[spoilername="Patient h3r3dl"]Name: Hayashida Nayoko
Age: 28
Description: Pretty and fresh-faced with large bright blue eyes and thick green hair, she is naturally pretty and she looks younger than she actually is. Many mistaken her for a teenager when she dresses like one and wears minimal make-up. She often dresses conservatively but that is to hide a number of scars that cover her torso, arms and legs.
History: Born to a pair of shinobis, she came from a family that specialized in infiltration and assassination. Both of her parents were successful Jounins so it was not a shock when she joined the academy at the age of 9. She graduated at the age of 13 with above average testing scores. And joined the ANBU shortly after graduation, rising from AiT to full-fledged ANBU within two years. She was marked as proficient in all areas. She took on several infiltration and assassination missions before she was assigned a job that would change her life forever. She was 17 when she received the assignment, she was to ingratiate herself with the criminal element in the Black Bazaar.

She was assigned to learn everything she could about Toshitala Hyotaru, the son of who they believed to be the kingpin. What she discovered upon investigation was much more than an underground gambling ring, the distribution of illegal substances or even the theft of priceless artifacts but rather human trafficking. The information she could get was limited, despite her uncanny ability to hide the leadership was cautious so she joined their ranks. Prettier than the average hoodlum she stood out but she intended to. She rose quickly in the ranks and caught the eye of one of the kingpin's lieutenants. There was believed to be an affair between them and she betrayed Sunagakure to better her assumed new lover's interests. She destroyed the intel the ANBU had collected regarding the trafficking ring, something that was never recovered.

She was eventually apprehended and brought to justice. It was only then that we discovered that she was under the influence of a power jutsu that seemed to compel her to act a certain way. She was suicidal, claiming that she "could not control it" and that she feared what she might do next. She was restrained and medicated. The only evidence of a the jutsu that compelled her was a strange, dark runic marking on her lower back that faded away before the staff's very eyes but it was a tribal symbol in the shape of a scorpion. Despite heavy medication she had made several attempts on her life, the result being the arrangement of scars on her person.

She had only been in the Asylum for 9 months, she was the newest long-term resident. While she appears to be more likely to self destruct than to cause the community harm the effects of the seal are truly unknown and she possesses a number of ANBU secrets that are also considered to be a concern.

Build: Stealth[/spoilername]

[spoilername="Patient 16h7d1"]Name: Toru
Age: 20
Description: A young man with firely red hair and blue eyes. His features are somewhat common for a generational Sunan -- the red hair and the pale skin. He has a slight build. Really his only distinctive feature is his mullet-like haircut. His red hair like a mop on the top of his head less the lower portion that he often leaves in a thin braid that runs down part of his back ending at the bottom of his shoulder-blades.
History: Toru suffers from multiple personality disorder. True cases of such are exceedingly rare; most are eventually attributed to possessions of some sort or oddly placed kill triggers but if that is the case here then we have not discovered the source. Nothing of this young man's origins are known to Sunan officials. He was discovered five years ago in the basement of an abandoned building. His living conditions were poor, he was chained up like an animal and appeared to be severely malnourished. He was feral when he was found, violent but ineffective in causing damage he was easily subdued and restrained.

He was brought to the Omni Prime Medical Center for treatment, despite his poor living condition and the fact that he was twenty pounds underweight he appeared to be overall physically healthy. However, his mind was not. Efforts were made through genjutsu and medication to calm the young man but neither appeared to be effective. For the most part Toru, the name given to him by his caregivers at the Omni Prime Center considered him to be a loner youth whom preferred isolation. Non-verbal for the most part he prefers to stare at the corners of rooms and not make eye contact. When he does he becomes rather unpredictable. In the face of an angry rebuke Toru would reportedly roar with laughter. When one of the other patients became violent, if he was a witness he would become hyperactive. In the face of certain calm interactions such as hugs he would become wild and violent, causing damage to himself as well as others.

This went on for nearly a year before one of the Medics made a break-through. They discovered a pair of personalities within Toru, each triggered by emotions. One of the personalities he referred to as the 'introvert' -- it sought isolation and was filled with dire trepidation. While unnoticed due to his isolation, the young man had a strong psychic component that was unrealized. Those around him often shared in his sense of distress but the range was limited and when he was alone in his room the seals prevented the spread of his will. The Medic realized that when he was in proximity of Toru during one of these periods he often felt apprehensive and fearful. This would fade when he left the young man's presence but he realized that there might be a negative feedback loop being created here. Emotions could snowball into something terrible and he did not know what mental state it would leave this young man in, or rather what state it already has left him in. The other, the 'extrovert' was a persona that was full of indignant wrath. While overly more dangerous in this form, it was actually the introvert form that was more terrifying according to the Medic's findings. The fear that Toru emits often lead those around him to act out violently, creating a cyclical process of fear, paranoia and rage in the environs around him. The third and final was the 'manic', this described a set of actions, reactions and emotions Toru released when he was giddy. There was a rush of endorphin for those around him that accompanied this sense of bliss.

With his emotions, none of which sane, leaking out and effecting the world around him, Toru was determined 'unsafe.' He was to remain a patient in the Omni Prime Medical Center for likely his entire life. For the most part he has been isolated from the other patients, but there has been several careful attempts at mainstreaming the young man as of late. For the past four months he has been allowed to participate in the common areas and has developed a simplistic form of communication -- only a few words stringed together. It was believed that he was making progress finally after all of these years.

Build: Empathic with a twist[/spoilername]

[spoilername="Patient 57r1c7"]Name: Haku Sanroni
Age: 26
Physical Description: Distinctive in appearance, His limbs are made from feathersteel, formed by Sato prosthetics. Most of his body has been augmented in one way or another, the sclera of his eyes is black. While his face has maintained a human appearance, his features appear more boyish than manish despite his face because his skin is for the most part a thin flesh-like sheath stretched over metal.
History: A prodigy of the Haku family main house, he was considered to be the most likely to lead the family when the present head stepped down. He received shinobi training at the Sunan shinobi academy. His scores were excellent, his tutors were worth the cost and he graduated top of his class that year. He quickly climbed the ranks, becoming a Jounin at the age of 17. It was then 'after he paid his dues' he continued a more formal line of education. He left for Tea Country where he was educated in literature, business, fine arts and aesthetics, At the age of 22, after being suitably groomed to take the mantle of leadership from his grandfather everything changed. He was injured during the Cabal attacks, on the very first day. He was in one of the tributary tunnels at the time when all of the tunnels less the maw exploded. He was one of the unfortunates trapped beneath the rubble in one such tunnel. He was crushed beneath heavy boulders and he remained trapped in the darkness for three days.

When Sanroni was finally found, he was badly dehydrated and his injuries were badly infected. Even if he had received excellent care it was unlikely he would have been intact but he likely would have fared better. The Medics at the time were understaffed and overworked due to the massive casualties. Sanroni might have been among the dead if it was not for his father's connections, being a member of the main house Haku had its advantages and in this case it would save Sanroni's life but at a terrible cost. Sanroni lost his right arm and leg due to compartment syndrome almost immediately. He was also in septic shock, his left arm had a deep wound that had become infected and had reached his bloodstream. He was placed in a medical coma while medical workers worked diligently to save his life, ultimately they had but Sanroni would never be the save. His kidneys had failed due to the shock, he required dialysis. His heart was weakened from a Type II MI so his stamina was limited. His liver was worked to its limit due to the variety, frequency and strength of the medications he needed to save his life. In addition to all of this he ended up losing his left arm or rather a part of it. A hunk of muscle was taken from his arm because they had to crudely cut out the infection to save his life.

He had a long recovery ahead of him. He was also faced with the impossible expectation of his family, something he had until this point always met and sometimes exceeded. He was now sickly, gaunt and crippled. He would never be the leader his family needed, his life's efforts were all for nothing. He had to face the reality that he would have to reduce his ambitions to being able to feed himself a meal or toilet himself. He was no longer beautiful, something his family held in high regard. His face was damaged and deep twisting scars contorted his once beautiful face. [Refer to the right] It broke his sanity.

At first his desire to get better propelled him to work harder, to try to overcome his limitations but he found them to be insurmountable. He agreed to experimental treatments headed by Doctor Sato who boasted that he could make prosthetics that were as good as if not better than his original limbs. The prosthesis were successful but the psychologically damaged young man developed a body dysmorphia. He sought Dr Sato out time and time again to improve upon his work, he did not only want to be able to walk again or care for himself but he wanted to be free from the dialysis machines that tethered him to his bed thrice a week and he wanted a liver that would not leave him sallow and weak, a heart that could endure vigorous activity. He sought all this and more and he had the money to fund it, so he did. In all it is believed he underwent 154 separate procedures under Dt Sato's care. He was unrecognizable in the end and he continued to ask for more, eventually Dr. Sato became resistant, claiming that there was nothing left to be done. That as it was he was more machine than man and that even had had to wonder if there was still anything from the original man left to rip out.

Sanroni never devolved to violence but his family feared he might. He was placed in the Omni Prime Asylum for milleu treatment four weeks ago.

He was considered to be a model patient in many regards but he was considered to be clinically depressed and had some issues dealing with 'pretty people' -- they seemed to make him angry. There were several recommendations made that suggested that Sanroni would be better suited in an academic environment rather than a military village. They voiced a concern that he might eventually turn violent and felt that he would be better placed in an environment where he could expand his mind rather than work on his body.

Build: Human Puppet - neither of the bloodlines or CAs are Haku (weird eh?)[/spoilername]

[spoilername="Patient f1ndm3"]Name: [Redacted]
Age: 32
Description: Six feet even. 194 lbs. Long dark hair and traditional garb. He lacks defining markings on his body but he is easily identified and well-known because he is considered to be the heir to a fortune making him a highly desired bachelor.
History: [Redacted until 6 months ago] He came to the Omni Prime Center voluntarily claiming that a spirit has taken over his body and has been forcing him to do terrible things. He states that the Merchant Lords of Soons Haven are in danger because he is going to kill them but he does not want to. He claims that he was cursed by some "weirdo gothic teen" when he was in Sora earlier that week. Medics have found nothing to corroborate with his paranoid version of reality and he has been defined as delusional.

Despite his stated 'danger' to society he had not demonstrated any violent behavior while under the Medics care and they have attempted to release him four times but the patient has protested his release each and every time. "He claims that blood must be spilled for the blood god and only theirs will do." Jashinist symbols have been found in his room but despite this finding he is not believed to be a Jashinist only under the delusion that he is one.

Fighting Style: He is not a trained shinobi, however he is a trained fighter. He was trained by samurais and is rumored to be capable of opening the 8 gates. [Yes, Hachimon][/spoilername]

The headset sparked to life and on the other end through the static a woman's voice could be heard. "This is dispatch, how many I direct your call?"

"There's been an incident at The Asylum, there is a lot of dead bodies. Both patients and staff. Some of the patients are missing. the exact number is unknown. Requesting an ANBU investigation team to respond ASAP."</B><i></i>

"Please hold..." Obnoxious elevator music started to transmit over the headset. It was an ode to the oldies at the most mediocre. The woman never came back on, but a short time later a small metallic canister rolled into the room and a cloud of smoke escaped from the sides. Through the obscurity three shadows marched inside, the rustle of their clothes and the clamor of their gear gave them away. Just then a crash would be hear to the right, a fourth had also arrived. That one broke through the large glass window four ANBU arrived. One came crashing in through a window, the large pane of glass shattering inward. Where they learned overly dramatic entrances could be anyone's guess but the moderator has her suspicions. More importantly is the fact that the ANBU were not social sort, at least not nearly as much as the other branches. They held their actual identities close; as if it was more precious than anything else they owned so most left their personalities at the door. These four were no different. They did not necessarily greet Isamu as much as they ran past him, all less one who stationed himself by the door. The other three split up and swept the area, as they did they made the same discoveries Isamu had a few minutes earlier.

When the smoke finally cleared he would see a single ANBU standing a few feet away from him, blocking the door. He was large, the meaty sort of man or perhaps woman. The robes were not the most flattering form of attire.

"Brick, how many?"
(Interesting name choice)

"Five dead, one standing."<i></i> A voice boomed back in reply. Yeah, definitely a man or a middle-aged woman with a two pack a day habit.

<B>"Worker?

"Does not look like it, maybe a visitor or a patient."

One of the ANBU made their way back into the office air, shaking their head. "Holy shit it is a mess in there," he commented. His voice sounded young, maybe a teenager. He stopped after he said that and eyed Isamu. He did not know what to think of the stranger -- was he one of the patients or a visitor that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Hey buddy, you got a name?"

A third ANBU came out from behind the second with a camera in hand. It would seem that they were taken a more technology-related approach to this investigation, it made sense considering the fact that a snapshot can only be possessed by a single person. The ANBU, thinner than the other but rather tall standing at nearly six feet would carefully step around and over the bodies, taking care to not track their blood around the room. The ANBU would stop three feet away from Isamu and wordlessly take a snapshot, the flash would be near blinding. This ANBU would the the second to discover the folders that had been left out -- all patient files and she would take a snapshot of each of these. Her bandaged fingers seemed to maintain their dexterity as she made a final snap. "Got them sir," a woman's voice announced as she started to walk out through the door she came camera in hand. "I will drop the film off in Tenken's office. Originals on the desk, some numbered patient files." [ANBU 1 Attempts to Leave]

"Eh?" The second ANBU would approach the desk and see what she meant. Five charts had been pulled. "Weird... Do you know anything about this?" The tone had an underlying accusation. Had the stranger pulled these charts and if so for what reason. Did he see who had. This stranger was fairly calm, too calm to be an average citizen. Was he one of the patients or was he perhaps the cause of the incident. So many questions, but unlike the other two he was not babbling nonsense. "You see the guy who did all of this?"

The final ANBU would come through the door, the assumed leader of the group because he asked the first questions. "The two in the cells there are out of their gourds. Think they might have been workers but right now they are nuttier than squirrel shit." He sounded older and not particularly pleasant and had the mask of an owl. "What have we learned?"

"Neophyte is bringing the pictures to Captain Tenken's Office. By my count we have 32 dead, 3 alive and I saw probably close to 40 patient charts plus whatever staff and visitors are among the dead. So your guess is as good as mine regarding how many loons we have on the loose. By my best guess I would say at least 15 are running a-muck as we speak.there are five files on the desk that Neophyte has copied. All of them numbered. We have five files, I do not recognize any of those mugs on the dead in there but in some cases I bet it would be hard to tell." He shrugged. One would have thought that more had escaped than just these five and they would be correct. Perhaps Shouki intended to slaughter all of them and these were the fortunate few that were able to escape his grasp. That seemed unlikely for one such as Shouki. With him nothing is ever a mistake. The files of these unfortunate and now -escaped- patients were all out on the desk. Crude numbers written in blood on the face of each of their files. Was this just another game? Perhaps there was something special about these people. Some of these people seemed to have ties to the events that happened a few years ago. Of course the damages done by the Cabal were far-reaching, there were many bodies and minds shattered as a result of the attack. People lost everything in a matter of days and so many never recovered.

No...

There was more than just five free, but the remains of these five were not among the dead. The owl masked ANBU flipped through the pages of the files and returned to the grisly scene in the rooms adjacent. As he moved to and fro the various cells and sifted through the remains he did not find those faces among the dead. Eventually one of the ANBU would ask Isamu another question. "Do you know your medical record number or what room you were from? Actually Hawk... toss those files my way." The chattier of the ANBU requested with an outstretched hand. The files were provided and the ANBU opened each of the files to the photograph and he asked as he shown each one. "What happened to these people?"

Isamu of course did not know. Perhaps he was even getting agitated by this time if he had not some time ago. The ANBU would cease his line of questioning. "I'll get you a Medic soon," he assured him.

"That about does it. We should get our findings to the Captain,"

"Shouldn't we make an announcement regarding the escape?"

"No, we should leave that call to Reaper or Tenken... I do not want to be blamed for any mass hysteria."

"What about the loons still in the cell and the one out here?"

"Sigh. Phoenix, didn't you make a call?"

"I pressed the intercom, got no answer. I'll call again."

"Well, hurry up... I am not here to babysit and do the Medics job."

The banter went back and forth, they would basically ignore Isamu if he made any statements or protests -- it was not like most madmen actually knew that they were mad. Eventually someone would show up, a pretty young-looking thing with blue eyes and green hair. She was not wearing scrubs but she had a white jacket in her arms with a few drops of blood on it and a somewhat damaged headset in her ear. "Oi! I am so sorray for keeping ya wait'n," she announced with a heavy accent. "We've been hav'n a bit of trouble on the medical units don'cha know." She pulled the white coat open and slid her arms into the sleeves. "A'int going to be forgetting this day, no-sir-ee." She shook her head and pulled a vial from the pocket and filled a syringe with the pale lime-colored viscous fluid. "Just leave ev'ything to me!" She gave them a dynamite smile.

"Well, most of the patients are dead, we have two scared ones in one of the cells. Not sure if they are staff or patients but they refuse to go anywhere... So my guess, if not yet they are patients now," he let out a low laugh at their expense.

"Oh?" That seemed to surprise her as she looked over at Isamu. She did not say much as she cocked her head to the side and looked Isamu over. "Not a problem," she concluded. "I have this." She would wait for the ANBU to leave, shooing them as they left. Once they did she would kick the door closed with her heel. She would sidestep between Isamu and the door. "My-my-my... aint you a pretty 'lil darling..."

OC: Considering you do the ANBU thing yourself Kaen, maybe you can do some buddy cop adventure with Isamu. Until I know if Kaen is coming, let's toss some trouble your way. Remember mission rules are pretty standard. Risk of death. Blah Blah Blah.
 

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Isamu was looking over the files laid out on the desk when the ANBU came crashing in. It was surprising and Isamu barely had enough time to skim over everyone of them. The questions that the files brought where endless. The "Shouki" done this for a reason, but Isamu was unsure why. did he want someone to find these escapees or was he going to sue the escapees for something else entirely? Perhaps another game, it would seem that this man was the fun sort.

It didn't take Isamu long to realize he was being ignored nor as to why he hated the ANBU. first and foremost, they wore masks and hid their very identity from their village, or rather most of it. Honestly, anyone or thing with that kind of paranoia can not be good for anything. Still Isamu isn't a complete ass, and gave these flashy ANBU grunts the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps, this was routine, and perhaps them pestering him with needless questions and assuming he was a patient was routine. however, ignoring each one of his answers and acting like he was invisible was not. At least, mostly invisible if you forget about that bitch ANBU that blinded him with the camera's flash. What the hell was that one for anyways? Was he considered evidence? Anyways Isamu answered each question in order with no response or recollection of being heard. "Sunkau Isamu and No." Next Isamu answered the talkative ANBU again. "No I don't have a medical number because I wasn't a patient. I was coming to visit a patient, and by the looks of it, I would say they mostly got slaughtered. However, you shouldn't need me to tell you how to do your job should you?" Simple answers for simple questions, just no simple responses. In fact he didn't really get acknowledged until the medic showed up.

So to summarize the mood Isamu was in after the ANBU left was "shitty". It was even getting worse as it seemed that he was going to have to put up with this crazy medic chick. It didn't look like Isamu was going to be leaving anytime soon, wonderful. In fact, did those ANBU just leave without even making sure this chick was really a medic? In a time where there could be countless loons on the loose? This woman even screamed CRAZY and they seriously questioned Isamu more than they did her, it had to be the most sexist thing he ever witnessed. not like he can do anything about it now, but still the shit he had to deal with.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Sooo Doc, you should be able to clarify I'm not a patient here so I can be on my way. I am very interested in tracking down the man behind this slaughter." That should be good enough for now. If she was who she's claiming she is, then Isamu should be on his way soon. A few quick clicks on the computer to pull up the roster and Bam Isamu is home free. However, Isamu highly doubt that is the reality that he was facing. He had a bad feeling that this woman was an escapee who was crazy enough to return to the scene of the crime. Isamu remained skeptical while watching the woman closely, he was not going to let his guard down here.

[OOC: Sounds Good, do you need my stats now or just wanting me to have them prepped to send? I'll edit them in if needed]
 

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Isamu was right to dislike the ANBU, they were a disingenuous, troublesome lot. The standard metric upon which ANBU were added to the ranks varied in accordance to the Captain's whims. Sanity, compassion, or even a wholesome record were non-issues if the person behind the mask did too things well: follow orders and kick serious ass. These ANBU did both of these things very well. Beyond that, no promises. They could be law-abiding, god fearing men and women or they could be whiskey-swilling, perverts that don't know their sword from their asshole. The vocation rarely made the man, but often the man made the vocation. These ANBU considered the stranger, one Sunaku Isamu to be an irrelevant. They went to work 'securing the scene' which was basically a steadfast standing at the door looking mean as he did so. Yeah, there was that broken window that one of the ANBU broke through - collateral damage which was essential for a dramatic entrance. Once they had everything that they needed, they departed, leaving Isamu in the supposedly capable hands of a green haired woman.

The ANBU did not believe him or they did not care when he claimed that he was here visiting a friend. Loonies having friends -- good one.

The woman invaded the Sunaku's personal space, she smelled like soap which of all the scents he -could- be smelling was likely one of the better ones. "Teeth. Do ya have good teeth. Good teeth is important these days dun'cha know. Good for the chomping and da grind'n," she announced and she made a gesture with her left hand. "Open up and let me have a looksie," she ordered. If he complied or he did not, she would say the exact same thing, "good enough for me. He's look'n fine," she called through the closed door as she went to the door to lock it. With a flick of her wrist, the deadbolt would slide into place if she was not somehow prevented.

At least she was not asking him to turn his head and cough.

"You da only one here?" If he lied and said they were gone she would nod an affirmation but if he told the truth she would lock the door that led to the ward, the only entrance left being the broken window. She let out a sigh as she tested the patency of her syringe. A stream of colored fluid made a short flight. "Sorry 'bout this sunshine," she gave him a smile. She would have been prettier if she was not attempting to stab him with that same syringe filled with an unknown fluid.
 

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Isamu's situation kept getting worse. He was stuck in an institute for crazy people and no one would believe he wasn't crazy. Dammit, of course they wouldn't look where he was. However, he was dressed in his normal attire, that should've been enough to throw up a red flag, but no. Instead of being worried about the mass murderer who left his game on the wall, they were more worried about Isamu. For now Isamu would go along with the crazy lady,

Isamu complied as the woman examined him and asked him to open his mouth to check his teeth. She seemed pleased with that until she spoke apologetically and tried stabbing him with the syringe. Isamu immediately jumped back and spoke trying to reason with the nurse.

Isamu answered her question first. "There are two in the back that refuse to come out." He watched as the nurse locked the doors and then approached Isamu checking his teeth and his body. It was all fun and games until she pulled out a sharp syringe and apologized to Isamu with attempt to poke. "What is that!?" Isamu said reflexively. Then continued to try to persuade the nurse into believing him. "Look, i'm not a patient here. The ANBU wouldn't listen to me, but I am a Mercenary. I have current contracts with Miroku Akkuma and Junan. If you could contact them, I'm sure this mess could be cleared up." In all honestly, neither of them may bother to get Isamu out of this mess, but if they could simply confirm he wasn't suppose to be a patient that would be good. Who was the Head med-nin again. "Ask Akujin about patient clearance. I'm not a patient." That was all Isamu had for negotiating, if it didn't work Isamu would attempt to flee.

When negotiations failed, Isamu would separate him and the woman by a wall of sand. Then he would grab the patient files that were left by Shouki so he could study them and their purpose at a later time. Next he would push towards the shattered window and dive out of it. Attempting to avoid any attacks from the nurse if she was capable of penetrating Isamu's sand wall. As he flies out of the window he would be able to analyze his options as he started falling. If he was high in the air, Isamu would utilize his sand surfing skill (sand manipulation) to glide high above the ground and continuously lower himself to the ground slowly, until he was far enough to drop to the ground. He would then look for signs of pursuit or being followed before deciding what to do next.

Actions:
1. Attempt to reason with nurse
2. Avoid being stabbed and put up a barrier with sand manipulation
3. Grab the files left by shouki
4. Flee the aslyum via the shattered window and sand manipulation
 

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She had a maniacal smile that twisted her pretty features into something awful. The unfortunate Mercenary tried to explain that this was just a terrible misunderstanding. That he was hired under Miroku and Junan, names she did not know because neither held any weight, in fact neither of them were Sennins. Akkuma's greatest claim to fame was the fact that he was having sex with the Sennin's sister. The other one, she never heard of him. There was also this Akujin talk, that was a name she knew. Not because he was her superior, not because she answered to him, but because her former keepers did. Even IF she contacted him, not that she would, Isamu was missing an exceedingly important point. Not that Akujin would be unlikely to know every patient in the Asylum because that would be an impossible task. Not that the Medical captain was unlikely to prioritize the rantings of an assumed madman who claimed 'he did not belong here' as if anyone ever does. No, there was something else that he failed to note as the green-haired young woman continued to check him out and came at him again with the syringe.

"Dun'cha know that I already know?"

Her syringe embedded itself into the barrier, she was stronger than she looked. The barrier shook in response to the sudden, uncalled for impact. Her bare feet clapped on the floor as she attempted to circumvent the barrier that seemed to ensconce the Sunaku. She withdrew the needle that was now badly bent, It resembled an accordion, now half its original length. "Tch..." She made an annoyed sound with her teeth. "Ya remind me of him dun cha know..." She started to fade away before Isamu's very eyes.

Bent and jagged, that mattered little as she attempted to plunge the needle back into him from her hiding place when he emerged from his earthen cocoon, He was quick, astonishingly so and he ran straight for the window. They were on the ninth floor, a rather significant drop even for a durable shinobi. Her bare padded across the carpeted floor and she peered out the window in time to see a fleeing lunatic make his escape. Only problem... maybe the Merc should take another look at those files. She would be gone by the time he got all the way back up there but there are other fish in the sea.
[Allowed to Flee -- Make a Game Plan]​
 

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Well that got ugly quick. Damn Nurse trying to sedate me. Isamu was lucky enough to get out the window without any harm to his body. He landed on his Sand Stream with a light thud as it rose to meet his fall out of the window. As he made his escape on top of his sand stream, sand surfing as Isamu called it, he decided to figure out what his targets were. Unfortunately, Isamu was unaware of exactly what he was running from. He was only able to view the pictures and names of patients files before being interrupted by the ANBU and to Isamu's dismay, the nurse was no nurse at all. She was in fact, Hayashide Nayoko, one of the escaped patients that Shouki left the files laying around. The green hair should've been a dead give away, but Isamu was focusing on getting his self out of the shitty situation instead of focusing on his task at hand. Lesson learned</COLOR><i></i> Isamu thought bitterly. He knew if he went back that she would be gone, he simply had to wait for the crazy nurse to reappear again. After reading up on all the files, including Hayashida's he got a better understanding of what to expect and how to tell when he had located one of them. An example of this, is that Isamu learned that Hayashida's specialty was stealth and as Isamu's tracking skills were basic skills, he would have to wait on her to make her move. There was only one thing she said that bothered him more than his actions against her. she said that he reminds her of him, who was she referring to? It could have been her ex lover from the illegal ring that she got caught up in in her file, but Isamu feared that she may have been referring to Shouki, but that was just Isamu being paranoid.

After studying the other files, he realized some of them were more flashier, crazier, and deadlier than others. Which meant some was going to be easier to find, so like a Super Hero watching over his city Isamu floated up to a high point in the city and watched for any disturbances. Unfortunately his options were limited. Until a small clap and a cloud of dusk suddenly appeared.

After the smoke cleared, Isamu realized too late what happened. <COLOR color="yellow">"Really Isamu, you could call on us on your own you know" It was a feminine voice that was spoke in a kind tone. "Why should he do that, if we can just appear on our own." Responded a rough masculine voice with a hint of rudeness.

Isamu shined in to cut the two off before they got carried away, as they often did in their discussions or as Isamu referred to them as, arguments. "If I wanted your help, I would've summoned you here. However, since you are here, can you two split up and look for these targets. Isamu pointed at the open files at his feet which the two elf owls could see clearly from their perch upon each of his shoulders.

They answered together as only they can. "To right the balance of this world, we will." Isamu spoke gratitude towards their help. "Thank you Kaosu, and thank you Gourie. This world is indebted to your servitude." Isamu has came to the understanding of how best to respond to these two, as they are ancient in age they prefer the conversation to be similar to this. Isamu once got a lecture from Gourie and chewed out by Kaosu for not being honored enough by their presence. In Isamu's defense, he was in a middle of a bath when they suddenly appeared, but that is a story for another time.

With that each owl flew off in a different direction to help Isamu locate one of the five missing escapees. Hopefully, none of hem have started causing trouble. Especially with how ineffective the ANBU was earlier, if that is any evident of how pitiful the corps have become it is only going to be rougher on Isamu to play this game, or rather to track down Shouki. With little to go on, Isamu decided to wait, watch and listen and hope something would lead him in the direction he needed to go.

Actions:
1. Studied all the files, felt like a loser
2. Watching the city like a Superhero
3. E rank summon, summoned their selves
4. E rank summons are helping Isamu watch the city.
E rank Summon
 

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Isamu's mind went to other things, apparently bathroom shenanigans. He was obviously rather busy in his free time, but as the man said that was a story for another time. Something odd would happen, noticed by none other than Isamu's summons:
  • The Male:
    • It started as an itch, it always does -- this scratching, probing sense in the back of his mind. It was a dark intent, insidious in how it lingered because this basic hate was a sense shared by all men but like most it was tucked away and saved for the day it became necessary or the day it grew out of control. Just now as this summon wandered, his eyes peeled and his ears able to pick up even the slightest abnormality. But what he heard would be abnormal but the disturbance would come from every direction. There would be men weeping, women screaming, teens shivering in fear, children retching in revulsion all at once on this seemingly normal street. Of course things were never completely 'normal' near any medical center -- there was always a strange amalgamation of emotions surrounding medicine -- fear of death, relief from a cure, a stomach churning sense when something was viewed but cannot be unseen. For this young man, it would be anger that would seem to fill every void. Or rather a searing hate that was often felt by entitled yet denied youth, a lover scorned, a zealot proven wrong. At first it was just a tickle, an itch that begged to be scratched but he would not be able to reach. Slowly, over the course of minutes, not months or days this sentiment would spread. It was searing, this blind rage he felt.

      But what would be do? There was no source of the anger. No one place to funnel this emotion. There was no cause yet simultaneously it was everyone and everything's fault. Their mocking faces, their haughty laughter. They were laughing at him now! Didn't they think that he would know, do they think he is dumb! Deaf! In reality, nobody was looking at him, some were laughing but not at him but they were rolling on the ground giggling so violently that they were gasping for breath. Their ruddy faces had an expression of pain despite the laughter, one even cried out 'what the hell is so funny!' Some were confused, others were weeping, some angry like this summon was feeling. Some expressed their aggression hitting others some recoiled and some rejoined with similar viscous force, others sought the inanimate as a way release this pent up aggression that was only welling up within them.

    The Girl
    • She was fine, albeit slightly confused by her surroundings. It would appear that she was standing on the outskirts of an impending riot looking in. The people were bizarre, perhaps all of them were escaped patients. One would think it was true if they saw the scene she did. Some were singing, twirling around in what could only be described as blissful ignorance. Some were angry, screaming nonsensical insults as they assaulted one another or defaced property. Still others were sobbing as if they lost their lover in a tragic accident. Tear-soaked they let out mournful wails that seemed unheard. There were men and women of all ages attempting to kiss and grope what could only be thought of as strangers because none of these people seemed to share the same sentiment with rare exception and in those cases it would be wise to avert ones eyes. Yeah, that would be something she will never be able to unsee (sorry).

Isamu would see this from above, the converging chaos from below. While not with the same detail the summons experienced what he would notice is the fact that the influence was spreading.
 

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Isamu was unsure what he was seeing. Animosity and chaos was below him in the streets, and what was worse is that it was spreading. What was the reason of this riot. Isamu had a hunch it had to do with one of those missing inmates, but Isamu was unsure how and who. He automatically went back to his files that he stole, knowing who was doing it would make it easier to locate. While he was studying the two owls returned, with the same exact information that he already knew. Well mostly, except Kaosu gave his accounts of how he was overwhelmed by anger and hate as he flew over the crowd, but was fine now that he had returned. Gourie simply agreed that is what she saw as well and gave no detail of what she witnessed. Isamu scanned the crowd to no avail, it was a reflex naturally he located his desired target but did not exactly where he was.

"His name is Toru, he is a young man with firely red hair and blue eyes. His features are somewhat common for a generational Sunan -- the red hair and the pale skin. He has a slight build. Really his only distinctive feature is his mullet-like haircut. His red hair like a mop on the top of his head less the lower portion that he often leaves in a thin braid that runs down part of his back ending at the bottom of his shoulder-blades." Isamu paused looking to Kaosu and Gourie and continues to explain his blurting of information. "That is his description according to his file, but from your accounts earlier Kaosu we already know where to start." The two summons were brighter than the average shinobi.

Gourie spoke first, "So this Toru can affect the emotions of people. That's abnormal even for humans." Kaosu added "It's also apparent that his skills are not just limited to affecting humans, as they also affected me. His imbalance is astounding. What makes a man want to create this much chaos?"

Isamu spoke again in order to prevent Gourie and Kaosu from getting into one of their debates. "He is unwell and someone else is utilizing him for their means. We simply have to put an end to it. Isamu begin searching the crowd again, but it was useless he would not be able to locate Toru in this mess. So he would first deal with the crowd.

Isamu despised genjutsu, even more so that he was awful at it. Still it had its sues and in some cases it was more necessary than ninjutsu. This was one of those times. Isamu would cast Temple of Nirvana on the entire crowd. If he was lucky this Toru would be unaffected and would stand out like a sore thumb, but if not Isamu knew where to start his search for the young red head.

Kaosu and Gourie did not say a word, but Isamu believed that they approved of his tactics, other wise they would have voiced their disapproval. Especially Kaosu who has called Isamu a dumb ass on past events.

If the genjutsu is successful at putting everyone asleep, then Isamu will search in the direction that Kaosu was searching to look for Toru. If Toru is unaffected by the genjutsu then Isamu will approach him. The ball would be in his court.

[Marked For Training]
Actions:
Figure out that the target is Toru based on the abiltiy to effect other people's emotions.
Cast Rank 1 Temple of Nirvana on the entire affected crowd to prevent any more harm or destruction, as wella s to make it easier to locate Toru.
Lastly, locate and approach Toru.
 

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Isamu was correct in his assumption. There was an emotional manipulator in the crowd that was sewing seeds of chaos in the citizens below. At least he knew who or approximately what he was facing. There was something important to remember, a mental facility in a shinobi community was a far cry from a psych ward in a normal city. Sunagakure's Omni Prime had to worry about more than the criminally insane, they had to worry about people that had the capacity to follow through on their madness. Maladies of the mind were far more insidious than the more overt actions of many of Toru's cohorts.

With a swift array of handseals Isamu would cast a genjutsu that would force a victim to fall into a deep slumber, not a crowd. Illusionary feathers would surround a random rampaging citizen, some young man that had a distant and remote resemblance to the escapee. It was of course not him, it would not be that easy but there would be ways of finding a chaotic needle in a crazy haystack. The amble about and try to see a man who has many of the features a generational Sunan would -- a ginger with pale skin. He would need to do something more than look if he wanted to narrow down the search. (20 required to find him)

Isamu had the right idea, look for him in the direction of the chaos. Where emotions were running high. There was laughter and tears, violence and erm... humping. There was cowering and vomit, it was the scene of both terrible and beautiful things. He knew that his target was likely among the insanity that was taking place on the street. Perhaps it was an aura. A terrible genjutsu that he cast. Again, he would be right, there was a proximity factor involved but that was not his secret. His secret was thus: for every man there is a secret. A secret hope. A secret sin or shame. Be it an idle hope that was beyond reason being the only thing keeping them alive, now gone they are in the throes of depression. The shame of being in lust; hating someone because they were different or more successful or more lovely.

What was your secret Isamu?

There would be a faint tickle when Isamu got close to the crowd. These emotions were not his, they were not even seeded in him necessarily.
  • -- She was pretty attractive.
    -- His laughter... was he laughing at you.
    -- Do they see it? Can they see right through you? Do they know?

The emotions would wash over Isamu like waves, each one soaking him to the bone. Happiness, fear, rage, sadness, avarice, disgust, lust, envy and shame.
  • Roll for search: 15 (need a 20 at this rate to find him)

He would not find Toru, not yet at least but he would have caught the attention of two people. One, a young man with long dark straight hair and pale skin, somewhat androgynous in appearance, possibly a Haku for those who were familiar with Sunan honored clans. The other, a young woman with long painted nails and far too much make-up, her face twisted and ugly as she sneered at Isamu. The possible Haku licked his lips and called out suggestively, "hey darling where have you be my entire life?" The woman, probably almost twice Isamu's age, with her 'claws' bared would scream like an uncaged beast as she charged Isamu.

What Happened?
  • You are near Toru but you have not found him.
  • One ginger civilian is asleep (TON).
  • Two people are attacking Isamu -- both with very different intentions.
  • You are feeling the effects of Toru's spell/genjutsu.
 

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Isamu's ability with genjutsu shown it's hand as he was unable to achieve what he attempted. He was hoping to overload a genjutsu used to target one person, into targeting the entire crowd of civilians. This experience did not help Isamu's opinion of genjtsu being completely worthless to him. Still, he did manage to put one red headed youth to sleep. Unfortunately, it wasn't Toru and Isamu was overwhelmed with emotions as he approached the boy he put to sleep. Isamu was so overwhelmed with emotion he didn't even notice when Gourie and Kaosu disappeared.

He felt angry at everyone for looking at him and for laughing. He also noticed his sexual urges were bursting at every ounce of his fiber. He felt like a teenager first experiencing puberty again. He seen a beautiful female out of the corner of his eye and had to resist stripping her down with his mind. Every emotion ran through him like a jet plane until one hit and stuck. Sadness, Isamu had always been afraid of being alone. This was seeding into him since he was young where his mother and father died, only to be followed by his guardian, his grand father a few years later. What friends he managed to make during his academy and Genin years were soon lost as they pushed different directions for their Chunin rank. Now Isamu's home is destroyed, a wasteland, and he is in a foreign land with foreign people still struggling to gain friends. He was alone and he knew it, he has always tried to fight the feeling by focusing on other more important aspects, but this time his mind keeps reeling back to one certain fact, he has no one and every time someone gets close to them they disappear.

Isamu's hand goes to his head as if he could force the idea out of his head mentally, but it wasn't until he heard someone scream was he able to come to his senses. "Hey darling where have you be my entire life?" Isamu looked at her to she an older woman charging him. He reacted quickly, launching sand underneath his feet to get him out of reach of the crazed female. It was obvious the entire crowd was feeling the same thing Isamu was. The sight was breath taking to say the least, but Isamu had to focus on the task at hand. Which was a lot harder when you had depression pushing itself to the front from the back of your mind.

Isamu looked over the crowd again, nearly spotting Toru out of the mess was going to be impossible. It seems he would have to do something about that, he tried the non-violent approach. Unfortunately that didn't work, now it was time for Isamu to be more like his self. He would bury the entire crowd with sand and let that be their prison. If Toru wanted to play hard ball, Isamu was going to bend the rules.

Isamu snaps his fingers and it begins to rain, but not any normal rain. It begins bludgeoning those under him with droplets of sand. [Mastered Rank Sand Shower]. With his Sand shower ongoing Isamu drops back down into the chaos, the subtle approach was thrown out the window the moment he failed his genjutsu. Now he was going to tame the confusion one way or another. That being by force by the looks of it. Isamu places his palm on the ground and it instantly ripples and comes to life like an ocean with a wave of sand swallowing civilians. [Master Rank Sand Burial]. Isamu secretly used another jutsu as an after quake of the Tsunami. Isamu just finished the hand seals for [Master rank Desert Tendrils Unleashed]. This technique will be able to dwindle down the number of people in the crowd much faster than Isamu can without it. Unfortunately, it will take time to activate it successfully. For now, he will simply target anyone who comes too close to him or any Sunan who is unlucky enough to have red hair with basic strikes from his Gloves of Sandman.

OOC: Sorry I thought it went off of RP flavor of the techniques rather than battle information. Fixed actions accordingly.
Actions:
Cursing self for sucking at genjutsu
Struggling to maintain focus against Toru's genjustu
1.Used Sand Manipulation to escape the crowd
2.Used Sand Shower Mastered to target crowd used with MA move Spread
3.Used Sand Tsunami Mastered to target crowd used with MA move Focus
4.Used Desert Tendrils Unleashed Mastered Special action to target every target in the crowd Used with MA move Combo for next round when it hits.

10 AP-> .5 AP
1. 1 AP?
2. 2.5 AP
3. 3 AP
4. 3 AP
 

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OC: No big, this is all about having fun man. Was waiting for the B system to be back up so you could punch things. On your ready send me your stats. Try not to die.

IC:

The creeping, maddening intent of emotions gone wild would attempt to take from the mysterious Mercenary his focus. But a shinobi's mind was like a metal box, perhaps a bit rusted and coroded but despite neglect and in some cases abuse it would remain solid and steadfast even when the victim of a psychic assault.

Sand started to rain down from the heavens. The heavy, abrasive granules poured onto the civilians. The burdensome weight of the earth weighed down on a pair of citizens but that was not what placed them in peril. As the Sunaku's chakra infused with his kin element a dark cloud of grainy dust ensconced the duo. They coughed, one viscous and angry when darkness descended and the other was already scared and tearful, he cried out. The third seemed to blankly stare ahead as the veil of earth overtook him. The area in which they shared was showered with bullets of compact sand that battered and bruised their flesh. Non chakra-sensitives are not capable of avoiding these attacks, not without exceptional luck on their part and terrible luck on their assailant's part. They were also less durable, they lacked the fortitude and the stamina of their shinobi cohorts and when they were hit by the first, it brought them to their knees. Upon the second, their consciousness slipped away. On the third... they were no more. Life is delicate, fragile for most. This is a fact that few consider when they deal with a non-shinobi, non-mercenary, untrained person -- they die very easily.

It did nothing to end the chaos, their sentiments were not their own as sorrow was mixed with ecstasy and fear mingled with hate and humor. The sand blanketed dead were stepped on and over by the others as the chaos continued, unchanged by the death of two and by the looks of things more people would likely die and Isamu was going to hurry these civilians (or at least the redheads) along the way. As if the desert floor became the sea, the grounds shifted. The quavering earth swayed twice before gathering enough kinetic force to become a massive wave of sand and debris that came crashing down on two unsuspecting redheaded men and one manly woman. The earth swallowed them whole. Some of them saw it coming and they fled if they had their wits about them enough to do so but they would not succeed. Their legs were not faster than the rushing ground and they would be knocked prone before the gritty ground buried them alive. It would be dark and hard to breathe, only enhancing the sense of terror one of them already felt. The other felt hot, the loess upon them like a lover keeping them in a tight embrace. The swelling and the ache they felt inside, they could burst. The third was manic, perhaps even an inpatient from the sound of their cackling laughter. The crowd was significantly quieter once he too was consumed by Isamu's Tsunami. The people would be fine if only restrained but they were not merely held in place. The unyielding sands would become tight as they robbed their captives not only of light and motion but also breath and circulation. Their screams would be buffered by the earthen walls as the ground compacted more, their flesh only able to compress so far before their bones would start to break and their flesh would burst like an overripe fruit. Their blood would soak the sand, their bones like rough chunks of broken bones more like gravel than femurs and ribs speckled the mound of compact earth. The red would take longer to leak through, soaking the gilded restraint turned grave red along the bottom as a morbid reminder of what it once ever so briefly housed.

Clothes were being tossed aside, blood and broken teeth were littering the dusty ground. The street was in chaos, mankind in revolt as their natures became unhinged. Many of them would not see death when it came for them, piercing tendrils of earth that burrowed through their soft frames. So screamed in pain, their limbs and torsos skewered. Others gasped for air, these being their last breaths as they were mortally wounded. All of them, less a few. Those that remained, some under the effects of the emotional manipulator were crippled, effected by their injuries certainly but acting out their sentiments through the pain.
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"Finaaaalyyyy!" The extrovert sang as earthen tendrils pierced each and every one of the scatterbrained civilians. A young man walked out from around a stone column. He was a slender young man wearing an outlandish suit, dark on one side and light on the other, the diametrically opposed hues separated by a single sharp point of delineation down the median. He was poised, his expression crazed but his mannerisms calm. His hands were clasped behind his back, his back and posture erect. "I have been so looking forward to meeting you..." He stopped as he eyed Isamu, his confident gait stopped. "Wait, who are you?" His expression dropped, "you are not him."

Prep your fighting stats -- i will be moderating this fight. Test the limits of your fresh build. =O

What Happened???
  • You are holding your own against these emotions (but feel free to RP them because it is a great RP oppertunity for your character if you are looking for some growth).
  • 2.5 Seconds | Sand Shower [Mastered] killed 3 ginger civilians.
  • 2.5 Seconds | Sand Burial [Mastered] captured 3 more ginger civilians.
  • 2.0 Seconds | Sand Burial crushed (and killed) 3 more civilians.
  • 3.0 Seconds | Desert Tendril Unleashed [Mastered] killed the rest, less one.
 

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Isamu unleashed his rage upon the crowd, all his frustration of not being able to find this escapee and of running away from the female lunatic rained down upon them. Within ten seconds, all of the chaos and disorder was put to rest. Yet what remained was worse than the riot that was there before. There were blood, teeth, and sand everywhere. Isamu could barely believes his eyes, but what was worse was that he enjoyed the sight. Perhaps Isamu had fell victim to the boy's skill. He hadn't, but that is what Isamu was telling hiss elf as he looked around him smiling. He felt so relieved, so alive. He had no more stress. no more tension. Finally he was at one with his self, with his true nature. He was a murderer, it was what he was trained to do since he was young, they try to sugar coat it and make it sounds honorable. Yet int he end, they were trained to kill and killing is where they felt most at home. Still, Isamu wasn't home, his home had become an ice wasteland and now he was just a wanderer. A wanderer who enjoyed killing, Isamu had once been enthralled by the idea of stopping men just like his self, now he has even become allies with them. Time heals all wounds, and evidently change all views.

There was movement, and Isamu cursed his self for missing one. He was too caught up in the moment. or perhaps this person was actually skilled enough to entertain Isamu, either way Isamu's smile faded as the red haired boy begun to talk. Apparently the boy was waiting on someone, it just wasn't Isamu he was waiting on. The boy was confused at Isamu's appearance, but Isamu wasn't confused at his.

"My importance does not out shine yours. For you are Toru. Shouki left me a gift to find you. So if you would be a good little dear and come along back to your cell, that would be great." Isamu didn't expect the boy to comply, in fact eh expected the boy to get mad and attempt an attack. It would be futile, Isamu would cripple him before he got his own attack off. Still Isamu wasn't ignorant enough to let arrogance cloud his judgement. He has faced shinobi that were stronger and faster them him before, when power doesn't work, intellect does. There are very few who possess both. Soon it would be time to tell which this boy was in front of him. For now he would allow Toru to have the first move.

OOC: Just posted everything here, if you would rather me send the information in a message I will.
[Stats and actions if needed]
Character Class:
Sandman
HP: (53+15) x stamina
CP: (47+15) x chakra control
Class Bonus: Kinjutsu, +10% Sand Element Damage
High: Spell Accuracy
Average: Evasion, Genjutsu Save, Genjutsu DC
Low: Melee Accuracy, Ranged Accuracy
BL/CA: Sunaku
Kinjutsu: Dark Sage

Stats:
Agility: 600/600
Stamina: 600/600
Ninjutsu: 600/600
Taijutsu: 600/600
Genjutsu: 600/600
Chakra Control: 600/600
Total PL: 3600

Equipment:
Gloves of the Sandman:
Damage type: Unarmed – may use Handseals while armed with an Unarmed Weapon
Weapon modifier: -2 Acc and +10% damage
Augmentation: Vanguard
Recovery
Re-Energize

Poison:
Iron Vein 900 yen
Serpent Blood 900 Yen
Items:
Health Pill Times 3 weight
Energy Drink times 3 Weight
Chakra Suppressing Seal times 3 weight

Abilities:
Shinobi 101 nin - unarmed to spell accuracy
Hyperactive
Contract Mastery
Jutsu Mastery
Healing Factor
Journeyman - Main Branch
Summoner
Jutsu Expansion</COLOR><i></i>
Duelist
Earth-Chakra Style</COLOR><i></i>
Strategist<i></i>

Strategist Prep Slots:
1.Equip Gloves of Sandman.
2.Prep 1 Free Basic Strike as Sneak Attack
3.Prep 1 Free Basic Strike as Sneak Attack
4.Prep 1 Free Basic Strike as Sneak Attack
5.Prep injury poison Iron Vein on gloves of Sandman

Jutsu List
Affinities
Major: From C rank - Earth
Major: From Mastered all jutsu - Lightning
Minor: From C rank - Water
Advanced Elements:
Sand - Sunaku
Shadow - Shinobi 101
Wood - Major Earth + Minor Water

Wood Element</U><i></i>
C rank
ingrain
vine tangle

B ranks
Evergreen Thicket
Glow moss

A ranks
sleeping forest
frenzy plant
grand gaia impalement


Sand Element
C Ranks
Sand Stars
Desert Deflection
Sand Storm Veil
cluster attack

B Ranks
Sand Missiles
Sand Coffin
Sand Clone
Sand Shower

A ranks
Terror of the dunes
Sand tsunami
Desert Tendrils Unleashed
Desertification


Shadow Element</U><i></i>
C Ranks
Dark Displacement
midnight strike

B Ranks
underworld prison
shadow punishment

A Ranks
darkness falls
shadow summoning
Ebony Nightmare</I>
<i></i>


<U>Lightning Element
E Ranks
Storm Bolt
Thunderfist

D Ranks
Electroshock
Electrocution
Thunder Clap

C Ranks
Zeus Flash
Lightning Torrent
Thundersruck

Volt Charge
B Ranks
Gigavolt Cannon
Chidori
Lightning Beast
Amp Field

A Ranks
Chidori Control
Kirin
Thunderdome
Raijin's Vegeance


Earth
C Ranks
Inner Earth Reflection Lure

<COLOR color="brown"><I>B Ranks<i></i><COLOR color="brown">
Weighted Rock Technique rank


Non-Elemental
E Ranks
Transformation
bodyswitch

D ranks
Cancel
summoning Contract

C Ranks
Jutsu Sealing
One Elemental Sealing
Barrier
Elemental Negation

[color=violet[u]B Ranks[/u]
Leech Seal
Stunt Double
[/color]


D rank Med Ninjutsu:
Mystical Hand
Coalgulation Rank 1
Curse Seal:
Curse Sealing
Lunar Seal Rank 1

Metal (Can't use)
C ranks<i></i>
Mercury Poisoning Rank 1
Steel Clone rank 1
<U>A ranks
Senbon Coating rank 1

Genjutsu</B><i></i>
Visual
B Rank - Depth Barrier
Will<i></i>
A Rank<i></i> - Temple of Nirvana
B Rank<i></i> - Havoc of the Doomed Mind
Kinetic
C Rank<i></i> - Mist of Deciet
<B>Dark Sage
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The art of Ninjutsu is a fascinating one, seeming to stretch infinitely with limitless possibilities. Abilities, Elements, and even secret techniques earned only through Blood, there are those who become so obsessive over the Ninja arts, that they devote themselves mind and soul into the never ending quest to master every technique. Nothing can stop the ambition of these Shinobi, going so far to discover the secrets of the world that they find the most inhumane techniques regardless of whether it is forbidden to study. Those with such an obsession to more Dark Arts tend to take on a more sinister appearance, their skin turning a Deathly pale white. Though appearing sickly, one should never underestimate a Dark Sage, for their affinity to all kinds of Jutsu is powerful, and in their search for Jutsu they possess what many would consider other-worldly abilities.

Dark Sage
KInjustus Ability - Dark Invitation
Kinjutsu Ability - Soul Harvest
B Rank - Corpse Soil
B Rank - Defiled Touch
A Rank - Graveyard Amalgation
S Rank - Reaper's Court

Contract: Bird


Actions - 10 AP
Use 1 Free Basic Stike with Gloves of Sandman on Toru. Trying to apply poison Iron Vein.
3 AP Use Master Desert Tendril Unleash on Toru used with MA move combo and After Quake for two rounds
3 AP Use MasterDarkness Falls on Toru with Special ability. Also going to maintain this jutsu. Use with Combo
2 AP Use Master Corpse Soil Maintain this jutsu. Raise 5 zombies.
Use 1 Basic strike on Toru.
Conditionals.
Use Corpse Soil as a priority use but not until after 7 seconds in the round negate previous actions if this will not activate before end of the round..
Don't use basic strike if Isamu has less than 2 AP.
 

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[col]Sunaku Isamu
HP: 40800 [+2040] [-1980] 40800
CP: 37200 [+1860] [-5745] 33315
Corrupted Energy: 11160 [+1632] 12792
AP: 10 [-9.25] 0.75





Stats:
Spell Accuracy 27
Evasion 23
Genjutsu Save 23
Genjutsu DC 23
Melee Accuracy 19
Ranged Accuracy 19

[spoilername="Passives"]Class Bonus: +10% Sand Element Damage
Sand Mastery: +15% Sand Damage
Sand Manipulation: May convert Earth and Wind Jutsu into Sand at no extra cost. Sand jutsus do not require handseals to cast. Has access to the Advanced Element Sand.
Protection of the Sand: Sand has a 60% chance to reduce an oncoming attack by 20% damage.
Blood Diamonds: Sand/Bloodline Jutsu Levels 1-8 can cause bleeding ranks 1-4
Dark Sage: +10% Damage and +2 Awareness against targets whose health are below 30%.
Dark Sage: +1 towards their limit of active Creation in battle.
Dark Sage: Corrupted Energy Pool that has a base amount equal to 30% of the user's Chakra.
Shinobi 101 nin - unarmed to spell accuracy
Hyperactive: Gain 3% max CP/round plus augment for another 2%
Contract Mastery
Jutsu Mastery: -10% CP costs on jutsus; All Chakra cost penalties from choosing to use 'Special Actions' are halved.
Healing Factor: + 3% max HP regained every round plus augment for another 2%
Journeyman - Main Branch: Jutsu cost -5% Chakra.
Summoner: A Creation's HP and CP are +5% Higher. The user may now have two different Creation Jutsu active at once; however, the second Creation Jutsu will be treated as Rank 1.
Jutsu Expansion
Duelist
Earth-Chakra Style
Strategist[/spoilername]|Toru
Escaped Asylum Patient


HP: 40800 [-7810] [-408 Bleed] [+990] [+1224] 36428
CP: 37200 [-3568] [+1116] 34796
AP: 10 [-10] 0
Bleed I



Stats:
Spell Accuracy 23
Evasion 23 - 2
Genjutsu Save 23 + 1
Genjutsu DC 27 + 3 (CA) + 2 + 2 (Duelist)
Melee Accuracy 19
Ranged Accuracy 19

[spoilername="Passives"]Duelist: +2 Accuracy/DC and +10% damage towards a single target. User must choose target at beginning of battle. Should the target be KO, or no longer in the battle, the user may choose another target. Targeting any other opponent (excluding clones) from the initial target will nullify this ability for the remainder of the battle. +10% chance to auto-dodge the targets attacks. -2 Dodge/Save to any other opponents targeting the user.
Emotional Torque +3 Gen
Elemental Illusion
Jutsu Expansion
Journeyman
Shinobi 101: Unarmed with Gen Accuracy
Tracker
Willpower
Martial Artist (Enters in Enchanter Style)
Shattered Reality
Enchanter Style: When in this style, user receives +2 Gen DC, and +1 Gen save. User loses -2 dodge/-2 awareness, and takes +10% Damage. All Genjutsu used while in this style inflict +1 Buff/Debuff, and have a 5% bonus to all percentage effects. All gen used in this style cost -10% CP.
Class: -20% DR
Hyperactive
Healing Factor[/spoilername][/col]

So much death and soon thereafter decay. The absence of emotion felt from them was underwhelming. The emotions, however, from the shinobi? No, he was not wearing the regalia of a shinobi. Samurai? No, they are insanely unpopular these days. Utterly passe. A Merc or some other chakra trained civilian? Probably. He shook his head 'no.' "No, I won't be returning to my cage. I feel that you should endure in my stead." His voice was utterly charming as was the gleam in his utterly blue eyes.

Of course despite his amiable presence, Isamu's fist was not slowed in the least. In a blink of an eye, Toru took a hook to the face. His sight became blurred for a moment as his profile turned and he staggered a half turn. "Ouch..." He complained, rubbing his sore cheek with his hand. "What a brute, murdering all those good people and then assaulting me..." He had a sort of allure to him, he was the sort of man you did not naturally want to fight.

"Let me guess... collateral damage?" His voice was soothing somehow and perhaps that was why Isamu could not bring himself to attack, the first time.

"Tsk... Tsk... stranger-san," he waved his finger.

Immediately following the first failed attempt a trio of dark pillars rained bleak shadows onto Toru. The barrage would leave Toru bleeding. His arm covering a wound on his side. "Tell me stranger-san a bit about yourself. Why the concern? Why the risk? Why the senseless, reckless violence for little old me...?" There was something unsettling, was it him? Was it the dead all around them? The death and eventual dismay he caused. Fear perhaps of his fate -- would he lay the blame at the feet of the escapee? Perhaps it was a more basic fear, the sense of being prey not to him but to perhaps another watchful eye. The paranoia and trepidation that worms its way inside and grabs hold of one's mind and heart.

Toru's hands would carefully run through a complex genjutsu array. "Your concern for these people, admirable -- no, not really. So is it avarice that compels you? Random happenstance that propels you towards oblivion?" His first mental assault failed but his second did not, and a cruel expression eclipsed his face. "Seeker of chaos, that is what I see," he let out a low laugh as if he was sharing an inside joke with an invisible friend. "I wonder... wonder I do how long it will take before you realize why you have been called here."

Fate, much like faith is a lie. We make our own destinies here.

What Happened?
0.00 Seconds | Toru declares duelist on Isamu (Genjutsu DC). Gaining - +2 Accuracy/DC and +10% damage towards a single target. User must choose target at beginning of battle. Should the target be KO, or no longer in the battle, the user may choose another target. Targeting any other opponent (excluding clones) from the initial target will nullify this ability for the remainder of the battle. +10% chance to auto-dodge the targets attacks. -2 Dodge/Save to any other opponents targeting the user.
Don't forget to do this!
0.00 Seconds | Dark Invitation
  • Isamu 19
    Toru 15
0.00 Seconds | Toru enters the battle in Enchanter Style
0.00 Seconds | Isamu equips prepped (with Iron Vein poison) Gloves of the Sandman using 2 of his strategist slots.
0.00 Seconds | Isamu performs a basic strike attack on Toru with his pre-poisoned Gloves.
  • Attack Isamu 20 Crit! - 2 + 19 = 38
    Updated for weapon.
    Evasion Toru 8 + 23 - 2 = 29
    Auto-dodge chance: 64 Failed
    Poison DC: 25 Success!
    Poison Resist: 4 + 15
    Roll for Random Effect: 2 (Inflicts -3% max CP damage.)
0.50 Seconds | Isamu enters Earth Style After Quake.
1.00 Seconds | Toru uses Charm Person on Isamu. (Yes, this is similar but added a limit onto this attack because it was grossly OP.)
3.50 Seconds | Isamu uses Mastered Desert Tendril Unleash on Toru used with MA move combo and After Quake for two rounds.
  • Genjutsu Check Isamu 2 + 23 Attack Failed
    Genjutsu Check Toru 16 + 27
3.50 Seconds | Isamu uses Mastered Darkness Falls on Toru with Special ability. Also going to maintain this jutsu. Use with Combo.
  • Genjutsu Check Isamu 13 + 23; Toru 10 + 27, attack would have failed but thankfully it can only effect with the modification 1 attack per round.
    Attack Isamu 8 + 2 + 27 HIT, 10 HIT, 20 CRIT
    Evasion Toru 4 + 23, 1, 5
    Auto-dodge Chance 92
    14% chance of bleeding. 62 Failed
    14% chance of bleeding. 23 Failed
    14% (plus crit buffs) chance of bleeding. 8 Success [Bleed I]
4.00 Seconds | Isamu attacks Toru with a basic strike.
  • Attack 16 - 2 + 19 HIT
    Evasion 3 + 23
    Auto-dodge: 95 Failed
    Poison DC: 25 Failed
    Poison Resist: 15 + 15
4.00 Seconds | Toru attacks Isamu with Spiritual Anguish [Mastered]: Fear. This is a modified CA, in this case this is a WILL Genjutsu where the user is imbued with a deep and terrible sense of fear that correlates to the following effects: Increases the damages dealt by everyone besides the user by 10%, however there is a 30% chance that the user will not be able to target their intended target (can target self) and they will be spending +20% more chakra on their attacks. This is considered to be a WILL Genjutsu that can last up to 3 rounds but requires a genjutsu check every round to maintain. Elemental Illusion of Choice is FIRE.
  • Gen DC 2 + 34 Success
    Gen Resist 4 + 23
7.00 Seconds | Toru cast Death's Anthem [Mastered] using Mental Chain and Mental Focus.
  • Gen DC 5 + 34 Miss
    Gen Resist 20 + 23
7.00 Seconds | Toru cast Parasitic Infection [Mastered] with Mental Chain.
  • Gen DC 2 + 34 Hit
    Gen Resist 11 + 23
7.01 Seconds | Isamu uses Mastered Corpse Soil that will be maintained to raise 5 zombies.
10.0 Seconds | Toru uses his free Cancel. It does nothing.
 

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Refusal. Naturally, what prisoner wants to return to prison? Isamu knew he wouldn't, but as soon as Toru finished speaking he was met with Isamu's fist to his face. It was a solid hit, and Isamu suspected it would do it's job well. Still this man proven to be much stronger than Isamu had anticipated. That punch should've knocked Toru back 20 feet, but instead he took it like a S-rank shinobi. This could spell trouble for Isamu, but he knew what to do. Apparently Toru was a talker, must have something to do with his gift. The ability to manipulate people's emotions.

Isamu gave his words serious thought. He had killed many civilians in his search for Toru, something that was very unlike him, yet he felt no remorse. To be honest, he enjoyed it, watching the pitiful creatures succumb one after another in a mess of their own blood. That couldn't be how he felt, he has always tried to be honest and a kind shinobi, and yet life has always trusted him into darkness. Once for death, another for power, and now out of hate. Only the strong survived this world and only the strong shall prevail. Still Isamu denies the truth, regardess of his emotions he was not ready to face the demon inside of him, of what he is and what he has been suppressing for so long. Yet how long could he manage to seal a demon? He tampers with the lock every time he uses his power, and the key is already inserted. It wouldn't be long before the eky was turned and the door is sprung open.

"I...I killed them, but... it wasn't......It was you! These damn emotions aren't mine. I'm so angry. Angry at everyone. Everyone must pay!" Isamu screamed the last part as his emotions were released in a final surge overpowering the obstacle that Isamu had blocking it. The key was turned and the door was unlocked. The true demon of the hidden Mist and Sand was being unleashed.

Unfortunately for Isamu allowing his emotions to run free, gave him a serious disadvantage against Toru. As Toru was in fact a specialized genjutsu user who was very skilled. As Isamu was about to find out.

Isamu used a combo attack with only one attack finding it's target, still it was a necessary opening to follow the rest of the battle. Isamu's attacks were large and flashy while Toru's were precise and deadly. The latter being the far more dangerous of the two. Isamu was hit without even knowing it was coming. When he acted fast enough, he could block the intrusion of his mind and senses, but when he did not he paid the price with either unbearable pain seeping from his pores or an overwhelming feeling that wasn't his.

Toru was talking non-stop through the entire process. Isamu heard most of it as he fought this mental battle that he knew he had no hopes of winning. Isamu laughed at his words, he was compelled by what was his primary focus, helping others. Yet, now he was propelled by the love of blood and thirst for battle. Much like a gladiator of Roman times, Isamu had been consumed by rage and blood lust and his answers showed as much.

"I am here to watch you bleed simple as that. As for why I was called here, you were unaware of my presence until moments ago. Enough with your mind games. You shall bend the knee in submission or give up life."

With those last words Isamu was hit with an intense feeling to flee, a subconscious mention in the back of his mind trying to override his original fight or flight decision. No there would be no end to the mind games with this foe, the entire battle would be a fight of the physical and the mental. Isamu summoned his five zombies from the dead around him and prepared his self for what was going to be one of the toughest foes of Isamu's life, a genjutsu user.

OOC: Believed you might Have missed my equipment list in my stats that I posted. It states my gloves updated stats and should've been updated in my dojo/training. Also thanks for entering me into Earth style as I listed using it but never entering it.

Actions: 10.75 AP
Maintain Corpse Soil, After Quake Desert Tendrils Unleashed, and Darkness Falls.
0 AP Use free Basic strike on Toru to attempt to poison him
2 AP Use Impure World Resurrection from Mastered Corpse Soil to summon IWR Snowe.
3 AP Use Mastered Grand Gaia Impalement with Sand Manipualtion (if possible) and use special action to raise damage by 25% but lower number of targets by costing +20% CP. Use with Corrupted Energy from Dark Sage. Target Toru. Use with MA move Control
3 AP Use Mastered Sand Tsnumai on Toru. Use with MA move Focus.
1 AP Use Mastered Contract Summoning To summon D rank Summon from Bird Contract Ouka with +3 Gen Save for +20% CP.

Corpse Soil attacks:
2 AP each
5 zombies, 10 attacks (minus IWR) all at Toru with ninjutsu accuracy. Do not attack if Toru is bound.
 

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