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Final Fantasy X *Still Accepting*

So a pirate, a blitzball player, a moogle, and a half-breed, eh? What a motley crew xD

Naruto: Shinobi reborn

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Training Ground 11

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Kiyoko’s eyes widened for just a moment, but quickly returned to their natural size. That kid...Nakahara stopped to scoop up a hefty-looking rock. Then he launched it at sensei. The archer drew the bow back, silently cursing the boy. But what happened next caught her completely off guard. The rock...struck sensei. A clean hit on the nose. Did the little guy throw it that hard that not even a Jounin-level shinobi could dodge it? She considered this for a moment, but shook it off. The toss didn’t strike her as all that impressive. Nothing out of the ordinary. And sensei...he didn’t even attempt to dodge it. Why?

Kiyoko relaxed her bow, dropping the arrow from its nock. When Miyazaki turned and showed her the look of horror on his face, she nodded. That just happened.

It was possible that he was caught unaware. Unlikely, but not completely out of the realm of possibility. If he was, though...how? Poor depth perception, perhaps? If so, then he might not have many long-distance attacks. If the three could stand a safe distance away, then surely they would pelt him until he submitted. But...but that didn’t seem likely. That would have been a glaring weakness. To expose that so easily...no. No, that didn’t sit well with her.

There were a few other possibilities that quickly came to mind, but Kiyoko thought she could narrow it down quite a bit. She eventually settled on that either having been a ploy, to either intimidate the three of them or to goad little Nakahara into further attacks. Or...or it could have been an ego play. Sensei might have been insulted by the small rock throw. He might have wanted to stand his ground to show that it would take more than that to budge him. Judging by the tone the man had had with them and a few of the things he said...she felt like that was closer to the truth.

A shame, really. She wished she could have caught a glimpse of his dodging. If she could just get a gauge on his speed and reaction time...maybe…

It looked as if she’d have to wait on that. Not being lured in by any more attacks, Nakahara joined their regrouping. After what looked like an attempt to dispel any possible genjutsu, the boy went on to introduce himself. He was a long-range attacker and a sensor ninja. While Kiyoko didn’t quite know what Magnet Release ninjutsu entailed, she could wager a guess or two. He also knew a bit of fuuinjutsu. If nothing else, that long-range ninjutsu might very well come in handy here. And his other skills...well, Kiyoko had to admit that she could see the benefit of having him on the squad. Young or not, he sounded like he would have his uses...but if that stone throw had been a product of rage, he might lead to trouble.

Miyazaki, or Rima has he apparently preferred, took the stage next. To be honest, she wasn’t expecting this impromptu show-and-tell session, but if it got the job done…

He confirmed her suspicions of his strength. While it may be useful down the line, especially in covering for Nakahara’s weakness in that area, she didn’t have much faith in his being able to engage a much stronger opponent with that. It would just be asking for pain and leave them a man down. Not helpful. She had almost written him off as currently useless when he continued. Medical jutsu and Lightning techniques, eh? That...changed things. Medical jutsu would be invaluable down the line...and lightning techniques? If he had any range with that, then that changed their position. A lot. Being able to strike at a distance from three different angles...even a Jounin may find it a bit troublesome. At least if they were confined to such a small area as the circle.

…

Oh.

It was her turn, then?

Kiyoko turned her gaze from Miy-err, Rima to Nakahara and back again. So...what did she bring to the table? Knowing one’s abilities and limitations are essential for a ninja. She remained silent for just a moment before beginning.

“Mizushima...Kiyoko. I’m afraid that my genjutsu ability is also quite terrible, and I don’t have much in the way of ninjutsu aside from a water based technique but…” she paused, turning her head so as to keep an eye on their sensei before continuing, “I do specialize in Kyūjutsu. If you wish, I should be able to make a shot from here...” Kiyoko shook her head. “...but somehow, I don’t think that Hideo-sensei will just stand still for one of my arrows like he did with the rock, so if either of you have any plans you might want to try, I would be willing to give it a try.”

The girl shifted her attention back to her partners. She had to admit, she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the thought of being FORCED to rely on others to do her job, but she wasn’t foolish enough to attempt to take on Hideo alone. Even she could put aside her pride so long as it was for the good of the mission.

And she was sincere about what she had said. If either of them came up with a decent plan, she would execute it to the best of her ability. Right now they were all in the same boat. It was in all of their best interests to succeed. It was her own test of sorts, towards the two of them. She would lend them all of the trust and confidence she was capable of, at least for just this moment. Just to see if they were competent enough to warrant it. If so, then she’d gladly work with them. If not, well, she was still toying with the idea of shooting them both in the legs and tossing their bodies into the ring with Hideo.

Operation Meatshield would be her trump card, just in case...

Final Fantasy X *Still Accepting*

@Happy Go Lucky
Oh boy xD
Jim Sterling is the man.

Final Fantasy X *Still Accepting*

Ahh, most of my pals on here are strictly anti-jrpg. So my well is dry T-T

Final Fantasy X *Still Accepting*

Woohoo~
So how's it going, party peeps?

Final Fantasy X *Still Accepting*

Mogryo

“Oh pish posh. I ain’t gonna hurt ya, kupo!”

Mogryo

Name:

Mogryo

Age:

Kupo?

Gender:

Male

Race:

Moogle

Job:

Dancer

Faction:

Unaligned. Mogryo hasn’t been traveling long enough to be too exposed to the various factions of Spira, what with the Moogle Village isolated deep within a remote forest.

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Appearance:

“Err...whazz-KU-PHEH!! Hands OFF the pom-pom, kupo!”

Mogryo

Mogryo the Moogle stands at about two feet six inches (76.2cm) and weighs only about thirty-nine pounds (17-18kg), kupo. He’s got fuzzy white fur, with a little ruffled tuff in the middle of chest. He’s got rather short limbs and his purple bat-like wings aren’t very large either, kupo. Moving upwards, one will notice that Mogryo has a very cute, button nose. Like most others of his kind, regardless of tribe, Mogryo’s eyes seem to permanently be closed or squinting. Topping everything off are a pair of adorable little ears and finally, a red pom-pom atop a black antennae, kupo. Yes, it is cute. No, you may not ruffle it. Barbarians, kupo.

As for clothing...well...Mogryo usually goes au naturel. Moogles don’t usually feel the need to wear clothes, kupo. Pants are always out. Cute shirts and awesome hats, on the other hand, have a little more wiggle room. Mogryo enjoys dressing up from time to time, kupo!

Personality:

“No. No no no no no. You’re not going alone here, kupo. We’ll do this together.”

Mogryo

Many moogles find themselves called to the thrill of exploration, the Mogryo is no exception. Wanderlust, the dreaded illness that has claimed many a poor moogle, has finally gotten him in its clutches, kupo. The little guy yearns to see what’s beyond the Dark Forest and his people’s village, to meet the strangers that walk under the same stars. There’s just a certain excitement that feels a moogle when he sees someone or something new, kupo. So Mogryo’s likely to be friendly, perhaps overly so. He’s rather excitable and rash, often getting swept away by the passion of the moment. His rather sheltered life in the village has left him rather trusting and gullible, likely to take a person at their word, kupo.

The moogle is of a playful sort, not taking things too seriously. If something can be made into a game or competition, count him in, kupo. He’s a bit of a ham, so get him going and he’ll play something up until it collapses under itself. But it’s all in good fun, kupo! The more laughs the better. People are always at their best when they smile.

When it comes to danger, Mogryo would prefer that nobody gets hurt. He might play it down, but he really cares about the wellbeing of his friends. If there’s a peaceful option, then he’ll find it, kupo.

Character Flaws:

“KU-PHEW! Too bright! Too loud! I’m out!”

Mogryo

Mogryo’s not exactly the toughest guy around. He’s got a rather fragile body and not much mass to him. His physical attacks aren’t likely to do much outside of being annoying. And if he starts getting smacked around? Oh, kupo...

Lightning freaks him out. He doesn’t use lightning magic, and he’s not exactly too fond of it being used on him. There’s no tragic reason behind this...the little guy just isn’t used to it. His eyes aren’t prepared for large flashes of light and his poor widdle ears hurt from the loud crack, kupo...

While adorable, Mogryo’s stubby limbs actually render him with a horrible reach. He’s got to get much too close for his liking if he wants to use his Fist of Kupo and Justice (fancy name for a slap, kupo!) and really if he’s resorting to that, he’s in for a world of hurt.

Naivety, thy name is Mogryo. The young lad, having spent the vast majority of his life in the secluded paradise of the Moogle Village, a place mostly free from corruption, evil, and the like, is not accustomed to the sly folks making up the rest of the world. He’s almost foolishly trustworthy and gullible. He’s not stupid, kupo, he just doesn’t get why anybody would want to lie to him. So go ahead, abuse his innocence! It’ll be fun, right? The dim little thing won’t know any better, kupo...

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Special Abilities:

“What can I say? I’m a slave to the beat, kupo!”

Mogryo

A moogle’s got moves, kupo. When the music turns up, Mogryo gets down. Dancing is just a fact of life for the guy. But the moogle’s mad moves aren’t just for picking up the ladies, kupo! He studied under the best dancers within the moogle community, picking up many of the Forbidden Dances. These dances can be enacted to inflict nasty status ailments on foes, or provide support to his allies. But at what cost, kupo?

Dance Skills

All information pulled from here.

Currently knows:

Darkness Dance
Samba of Silence
Sleepy Shuffle
Magical Masque

The little guy sure is quick, kupo. But when one is as small and cuddly as Mogryo, it’s a necessity, kupo! Unless ya wanna be lunch for some nasty! Not that that really helps him in combat so much but hey, retreat is a valid option at times.

And while it’s not exactly combat related, he sure can cook a mean kupo nut, kupo!.

Weapon of Choice:

“Ooooooh! They make me so maaad! I’ll bop ‘em with my mallet if they don’t stop! KUPO!”

Mogryo

Mogryo isn’t much of a melee fighter, but even he knows not to rush into a fight empty handed. Well, truth be told, he’s not likely to rush into a fight in the first place, kupo! But if things are out of his hands, Mogryo’s got his handy-dandy mallet nearby to bop trouble back into place. It’s...just a mallet. Made of wood? It’s a bit smaller than a normal mallet. More...moogle sized. Go figure, kupo.

Inventory:

“Moogles like me gotta pack light, y’know? No pockets...kuuupo.”

Mogryo

1x Handy-Dandy Wooden Mallet
1x Journey Journal
2x Chocobo Feather Pen
5x Bags of Fresh Kupo Nuts
1x Small Primitive Backpack

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Bio:

“Hehe, then what happens, kupo? Do the Guardians win, kupo? They win right? ...right?”

Mogryo

The world of Spira holds many a mystery. Some large, some small. One of these mysteries, one perhaps on the smaller size, would be the disappearance of the moogle. Creatures of pure fantasy, once thought to be fiends but later disproven, that up and disappeared hundreds, if not thousands of years ago, kupo. Well, they didn’t exactly just disappear, according to some. Those people claim that the moogle was hunted to extinction for its adorable pom-pom and fur. But many more simply believe the creature to be nothing more than a folktale at best, and a cheap marketing ploy to sell stuffed animals and moogle merchandise at worst, kupo.

Truth be told, they’re all wrong.

While yes, the sighting of a moogle in the modern world is practically unheard of, it wasn’t due to the fuckery of Spira that caused them to fly under the radar, kupo. The mighty Moogle people were the cause of their own demise. For within their community, there were two major tribes, differing only in the size of their pom-poms. The small pom-poms DESPISED the large pom-poms and the opposite was true. Kupo. It goes without saying that war was inevitable, the the two tribes nearly wiped the race off the map. And would have, if not for the Guardians, a small number of mighty Moogle warriors that rose up and banded together to stop the fighting. They succeeded, but were much too late. The majority of the people lie dead or broken. The land was bathed in blood...but they were not completely gone, kupo! Thus the Guardians led the remaining Moogles in a long, long pilgrimage, far away from the rest of the world where the Moogles could rebuild and regrow, safe from the prying eyes of the other races. They would cultivate a new Moogle people, completely ignorant of the war and strife which had plagued it so, kupo!

That’s where our Mogryo comes in!

Deep, deep in the Dark Dark Forest, to the left of the mossy log, right of Laughing Stone, and just before that one cave that you’re pretty sure is the home of a bear, there lies a secluded village, home for the furry little creatures that call themselves Moogles, kupo. These Moogles are the descendents of the few that managed to escape the Great Fall some odd centuries ago. Their numbers are rather few, but steady.

Mogryo just so happens to be the youngest Moogle in the village, by all means still just an adolescent in his people’s eyes. It was understood that Mogryo would stay with his village until he reached maturity, and then he would be given the option of either staying in the happy isolation, or leave to see the world, as follows tradition. And of course, he would choose to stay, like almost everybody before him. And that would have been fine with him, kupo. Here he had all the kupo nuts he could stomach, plenty of beautiful music, and his family. Why, what else could he possible need?

But that changed one day, kupo.

The kupo nuts didn’t set his taste buds alight with the same glorious explosion of deliciousness.

The fresh, funky music didn’t feel him with the same electric beat.

He had even grown grumpy with his family.

It made no sense. That is, until the Council of Elders performed the Dance of Meditation for three full days and three full nights. Then the answer became clear.

Young Mogryo had been afflicted with Wanderlust. It was unusual to say the least. Wanderlust had not been seen in a moogle since before the first refugees arrived in the village. Sure, there were a few Moogles who would forsake the villages to go try to make it in the outside world, but that just happened from time to time, and always with mature moogles or those suspected to be a touch mad. Mogryo was just a kid, kupo.

But Wanderlust cannot be ignored. To leave it be is to doom the Moogle to Heartbreak, kupo, a fate worse than death. No, there is but one cure. The afflicted Moogle must leave their village, and travel forth to see the world. Meeting new people, seeing new sights, these were the only ways to cure Wanderlust. Such was the terrible curse of the Moogle people.

It was a sad day, the day that Mogryo left the village. The music played at only half gusto. Many Dances of Farewell and Dances of Goodluck were performed. The feast even failed to cheer up the little furry guys, kupo. That wouldn’t do. So Mogryo put on a smile and made a promise to everyone, that he would see all there was to see, that he would meet everyone there was to meet, and that he would one day return to the village, kupo.

And then he left, knowing that he, like all who leave the Moogle Village, would never lay eyes on the happy village again.

But the moogle took his first step into the unknown. And then another, kupo. And just like that, Mogryo’s story had begun.

Kupo!

Final Fantasy X *Still Accepting*

Righty-o. I need to get some sleep at the moment, but I'll work on something later on! ^-^

Final Fantasy X

Yeah, I'd probably be down for this. Kind of a sucker for all things Final Fantasy, so you've kind of hit a bit of a soft spot xD

Naruto: Shinobi reborn

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Training Ground 11

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“Hurry up!”

Whatever excitement the girl have been feeling immediately died the moment the man opened his mouth and began to speak. Whether it be simple training or a full-blown mission, she couldn’t afford to let herself be distracted when on the job. And right now, she was on the job. Silently, she cursed her own naivety. She needed to focus. Only focus.

“Alright, losers. My name is Hideo. Your Sensei. Starting now, you all listen to me and only me! My word goes, got it?”

Kiyoko nodded an affirmative. It went without saying, right? He was the jounin assigned to the squad. He was the squad leader. To disobey his orders...regardless of how Kiyoko felt about the bastard, she wouldn’t dream of doing such.

“And don’t even think I’ll be afraid to give you all a good lesson in pain tolerance if one of you steps out of line.”

The girl gave another short nod. She wasn’t exactly worried about that threat. It was well within his right to do so, and Kiyoko wouldn’t protest should it come to that. In fac-

“Who the hell is this?”

The appearance of unexpected guest pushed Kiyoko on edge. Her grip on her bow tighten, and her fingers twitched slightly. But once she spotted the scroll in the young boy’s hands, she calmed. Just a messenger. Of course he was. What else could he have been? Kiyoko answered his bow with her own, but was a bit confused when the boy did not immediately leave after handing over the scroll. That see-

“Hehe...I like you kid. Fashionably-late. Anyways...apparently this is your third squad member. Jiro Nakahara.”

Third...odd. Kiyoko vaguely remembered the name, but the face didn’t seem too familiar.

“Hello, Nakahara!”

Did Miyazaki know the boy? Kiyoko couldn’t say for sure. She simply nodded to the kid, unknowingly mimicking the giant’s earlier response to him. If nothing else, having another pair of hands on the squad could prove to be useful. Still, despite her attempts at pushing away her thoughts, a small bit of doubt wormed its way into her consciousness. She hadn’t the foggiest clue how either of the two worked. She would wager that Miyazaki, due to his size and general actions, was probably something more along the lines of a close-range specialist. But Nakahara...sure, he was smaller than she was, but she had seen a few his size be quite the scrappers back in the Academy. Bit of an enigma, that one, but she’d find out soon enough.

“Now...like I was saying. I want you all to know that I am a very strict leader, so I don’t want any messing around in this group. I personally want you all to be the best so I can brag to other people about how good of a Sensei I am.”

Kiyoko nodded again. What might have been said as a joke, she had taken to heart as an order. She would remain serious in order to bring honor to her sensei. She had planned on that anyway, but now that it was officially stated, she would double up her efforts.

“As first order of businesses, I am going to put you all through a little prerequisite. I’m really pulling this shit out of my ass, but it goes like this. I stand in this circle. You all try and knock me out with any way you see fit. But…you set foot in this circle, and I’ll break every bone in your body...figuratively speaking though. You’d be useless if your bones were all broken now, wouldn’t you? But seriously, I will attack you though. Hard.”

At Hideo-sensei’s behest, Kiyoko backed away from the circle.

“Whoever manages to push me out will get… 21 ryō. Just a little competition to get you all’s fire going. Welp, I guess you guys can start or whatever."

Kiyoko’s eyes narrowed on Hideo as she unscrewed the cap to her quiver. It fell from it’s position, now dangling freely by a black string. She grabbed an arrow by the nock and was just about to pull it free when another voice spoke up.

Nakahara.

He began to ask sensei a number of questions. Sensible questions. Kiyoko briefly considered launching a shot while the boy spoke, but held off. She was curious about the answers as well. Besides, she suspected that sensei would be expecting something along those lines. It would simply be a waste of an arrow and serve to do little more than piss him off. Which wouldn’t be a problem, but if he were to counterattack at this distance…

Hideo-sensei pretty much responded just as she thought he would. Somewhat sarcastically, with a sprinkle of douchebaggery and a small sliver of actual information. But if he was just testing their teamwork, then Kiyoko was glad she hadn’t acted on her first impulse. Work together, eh? Looks like she’d be getting a feel for her comrade’s abilities sooner rather than later.

“So, uh...group huddle, anyone?”

Kiyoko glanced back at the voice. Miyazaki. A group huddle, huh? A bit silly for her tastes, but...he was on the right track. Still, it wouldn’t do to group up too close to the jounin. She didn’t put it past him to launch some sort of attack with them grouped up, so she’d like to have some room to evade if required. Not to mention the fact that any sort of planning would be completely pointless if he could overhear them. They might as well just put together a presentation and walk him through step by step exactly how they planned to leave him broken and bleeding by the side of the forest.

“Alright. But not here.” Kiyoko responded, looking directly at the snowy-haired giant. She nodded towards the path they took into the clearing. The further away from Hideo-sensei, the better. She started towards it, not quite waiting on Miyazaki’s response, but she suddenly stopped to look back at Nakahara. What was it that sensei had said last? ...pip-squeak.

Fuck.

She hoped against hope that the kid’s height wasn’t a sore spot. The last thing they needed was for the little guy to end up an unconscious sack of meat before they had even begun. She brought up her bow and pulled free an arrow. While she did nock it, she hadn’t yet drew back. She was just being prepared. Preparation, the key to success.

If the kid did lose his cool, she’d at least try a shot. Maybe they’d get lucky and the older man would be way too into beating the shit out of Nakahara to dodge.

What?

A girl can dream, can’t she?

Naruto: Shinobi reborn

Moar party members? :^O