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Current Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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7 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
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Taking a short break from posting till Monday/Tuesday, hopefully will feel more creative and less brain-dead

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Seo offered the other students that came in only the briefest of glances as he flipped through the well-worn pages of his book. He wasn't really reading it though, his eyes skimming over the words without really gathering their meaning. It was an old story detailing the life of a young boy searching for his lost family, all the while avoiding the wiles of monstrous demon's looking to feast on his bones. Nothing more than a silly old folk tale, something that was read by children to teach them morals or impart lessons . . . and yet Seo probably would be lying if he hadn't felt a kinship with the young boy in the story when he was younger. Even now, as he glanced around, a slight swell of anxiety still coursed through him, though it was quickly pushed to the side as they were all called to gather with their new teachers.

The young orphan lagged behind the group as a whole, situated himself somewhere off to the side of the main group as he watched the former vigilantes introduce themselves. Seo held at least a passing familiarity with most of them, having even imitated their styles of heroism a few times himself. It had been a whim more than anything else, but apparently, it had been enough to get him noticed by this place or, at least, by Spacenaut. To say that Seo kind of idolized the man would not be incorrect, so having the recommendation to U.A. be from him was. . . strange to him. Not unpleasant, however. . .

Unless he's just trying to watch over any problematic freaks before they become a problem for him in the future. Seo couldn't help the creeping thoughts of cynical doubt that crept into his mind, souring his expression as his eyes fell back to his story, barely paying attention to the teachers after Spacenaut's first big speech. One guy was a military man, the other was a government guy, and there was some ditz of a woman that had come in late. Not really the vision of professionalism that most imagined from their teachers,

As the demonstrations started up, Seo kept inside of his bubble, glancing up every now and then while keeping most of his attention on his book. The fire guy seemed to be a blowhard, but nothing he couldn't deal with or ignore. . . at least, when he wasn't lighting up like an exposed gas line. The girl after seemed alright, if too cheery for him to want to deal with. He noted that she seemed to have better control of her quirk than most kids he'd met, however, tho he had no clue what the hell she was screaming or. He also caught that she ditzy teacher seemed to whisper to her afterward though. . . . curious.

After the punching girl, however, was a kid who Seo completely tuned out until one of the other teacher's firing a rocket. Lowering his book a bit to get a better look at the cause, he noted the wimpy-looking kid seemed to at least have good control of his quirk, which definitely seemed to be an ill-fit for such a pathetic individual. Two girls came after that didn't really do much personally to interest him aside from their quirks, one being a living slip and slide and the other a more classic manipulator type with a penchant for theatrics. And the last one was the girl who had checked in before him, seeming to have the ability to split herself in half. A neat power that would probably be more useful if she didn't seem to regress to half her size to use it.

When the next guy came up, all hyperactive and impatient, Seo couldn't help the small grimace that came over his face at the thought of dealing with them. However, when they suddenly hopped *into* the teacher, it took every ounce of his control not to jump out of sheer revulsion.

Note to self: Stay the fuck away from that kid. He shivered, closing the book for a moment as he tried to collect himself. By the time he got a hold of himself, the next person game up, a gyaru-lookin' girl who seemed content to just ramble on about something or other while she was on stage. To be honest, Seo was almost as tuned out with her as he was with the human firework show. . . until she nearly killed the lot of them by literally blowing her top mid-rant. Seo gave a sigh of relief, glad that Spacenaut was there to divert the lava spew, while also wondering what that girl was thinking. Did she have absolutely no control over her damn quirk?!?!



The armored man had been focusing on the demonstrations from the other students, but between two volunteers he had realized that Seo hadn't gone up yet and didn't look like he was going to. He had personally invited Seo to apply at UA, hoping that it would help him find his place in the world, but it wasn't going to work if he made no effort to involve himself in the program.
(ー_ー )
Spacenaut tapped his pointer finger against his wrist and out popped a spherical drone no bigger than a tennis ball. White around most of it's exterior but with a black lens similar to his helmet. It silently, subtly, weaved around the crowd to place itself in a hover in front of Seo. It spoke in a volume only audible to him.
"Hey, Yasuhide-kun. I think it's about time you went up there. You'll need to get acquainted with your classmates sooner or later, so give it a shot.

Seo didn't respond to the machine, but he didn't ignore it either as his book remained closed while it hovered in silence for a brief moment. He did refuse to look it in the eye(or lens in this case), keeping his faze low as he picked at some blades of grass. The drone gave a small nod towards the stage before zooming back to its master, the teacher probably hoping that this little nudge would help move the boy along.

As the drone flew away Seo gave a sigh of his own, glancing down at the worn book in his hand for a moment more before getting up with a muttered grumble under his breath.

"Might as well get it over with." He wrung his hands a bit as he got up, mind swirling as an idea sprung to mind of how to properly introduce himself.

After a few steps, he was on the stage wearing a mask of a grin as he took off his jacket and tossed it to the floor, rolling up the sleeves of his undershirt with a bit of a showy flair. Once that was done he turned to the crowd proper with an exaggerated bow. As he rose from it, however, a slight tug from his conscious made him wonder if he should really do this right now, but he shook the thought off as quickly as it came. There was no turning back now. Besides, what he had in mind was tame compared to what he would normally due to psych his classes out.

"Name's Yasuhide WhoTheFuckEvenCares, Quirk name is unimportant, and what it does is this." With a slight flourish, he flipped his hands over in a circular motion, wincing as lines of red sprung forth along his forearms. With another motion, he caused an array of flowing sanguine spikes to spill out from the cuts, following the pattern of wounds along his arms as they undulated and pulsed in rhythm to his beating heart. "Not as fancy as explosive orbs, water skates, or volcanic zits. . . but I make do. I'll tell ya tho, hurts like a bitch."

With a snap of his fingers the spikes crystallized into a translucent crimson crystal formation, and snapping them again turned them back into their normal liquid state the slowly retreated back into Seo's body. All that was left behind was a number of crisscrossing lines of red along his arms. Wringing the numbness out of his hands, Seo walked off the stage back to his spot, hissing a bit as the cuts started to sting a bit in the open air. Sneaking a glance towards the teachers, he was glad that his powers worked the way it did so the way he winced when he saw Spacenaut's digital expression likely was seen as a reaction to his cuts instead.

(꒪⌓꒪)

Welp, I definitely made an impression on him. Seo thought with a sigh, mentally cursing his inability to just go along with the program. Another curse soon followed(this one out loud) as the Ditzy teacher soon made her own displeasure known.

Noriko gasped at the demonstration, but it wasn't the blood that made her upset. Really, it was his indifferent attitude that upset her. She seemed a lot less excited about his quirk to this end, even frowning at the boy. "Seo-kun! Language, please! Your quirk is very interesting, but you should try to take this a little more seriously! No more of this attitude in class!" It was brief and felt more like scolding than the excited rant the others had gotten, but he had earned that for himself.

Just let it go. Seo told himself, even as his steps slowed to a stop halfway back to his previous spot. Don't snark back. It'll only dig the hole deeper. His voice of reason proved ineffective in stopping the gears in his head from churning out a quick response, the grin on his face as he turned back to Noriko made it quite clear that he was not at all ashamed of his actions.

"Oh come on , uh. . . Mori right? I'm pretty sure everyone here has heard much worse language than that just from our 'fan club' outside the front gates." The red along his arms filtered back into the air, coalescing into a construct of a hand flipping the teacher the bird as he turned away, the self-satisfied mask of a smile still firmly on his face as he made his way back. "I was just trying to keep things a bit light-hearted and besides, I'm not wrong. I doubt anyone here really cared that much about my little presentation."

With his piece said Seo recalled the construct back into his body while internally smashing his head against a wall. Did I have to also flip her off? No, no I didn't. Fucking hell. . . Again the boy mentally cursed himself as he fell back into his former seat, opening his book back to its previous page while also awaiting the punishment that would surely come after that brazen act of defiance and disrespect. Well. . . at least that should serve as enough of a deterrent to keep people from bugging me. . . silver linings and all that. . . ugh, what the hell is wrong with me.





And so the Emir Julian Ambrose Khan the First and Only, Bearer of the Sacred Key, Custodian of the Great Games, the Wisest and Noblest Ruler of All Suldan, died for the 17th time that could be remembered.

Three of the deaths had been assassinations, before would-be assassins finally learned that corporeal death was but a trifling matter to His Majesty. Several others had been sporting accidents. One was a duel that the Emir had insisted be to the death (he had later had the other duelist executed and their family sentenced to hard labor, for this was the Emir's way). Three of his deaths had been so unseemly that none dared speak of them even in whispers, for the walls of the royal palace had many ears.

This death however was from an overdose, his seventh such untimely demise. The Emir was a man of boundless appetites and little restraint, and he indulged in the all the worldly pleasures his station afforded him with the zest of one for whom death had no everlasting sting. However when he emerged from the decanting berth this 17th time it was immediately apparent that something had gone terribly wrong. The Sacred Key had been corrupted, bent and twisted by a viral agent, and the Emir's glorious form was desecrated beyond repair.

Worse than even that, though, was without the Sacred Key the planet's many defenses which had been constructed to keep Suldan safe from those who might oppose the Emir's glorious rule lay dormant and inoperable. In a panic the gilded Lords and Ladies who had built their court around the Emir's magnificence attempted the impossible, thinking to break their way past the security locks like craven thieves in order to save themselves, but the Emir's defense grid was far more cunning than any of them and it was just as ruthless as its master.

Reprisal was swift and thorough. Even as the defense grid chastised them for their hubris it turned its tungsten spears against them, raining destruction from on high. Within minutes the royal palace was no more, a cloud of dust and flame rising above the shining city of Hadiqa, capital of Suldan and seat of all light and culture. More spears fell shortly thereafter, shaking the foundations of the city in an admonition to those who also might think themselves above the Emir's unassailable law.

And so with his body broken but his noble spirit undiminished, the Emir and those still loyal to him left Hadiqa ahead of the ravening wolves howling at the gates, retreating into the badlands beyond the city to gather his strength and plan for his eventual return.





War does not determine who is right — only who is left.



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Seo watched the crowd, no, the mob with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, adjusting the carrier bag with all of his supplies slightly as it dug into his shoulder. Dressed in his usual clothes, he was under no worries of the mob suddenly turning their frustrations on him as he observed, looking to all the world as just another curious onlooker. The trouble at the gates was pretty much going as most would expect, but it seemed that one of the students heading for the side gates had gotten into a bit of an altercation with a few of the seniors. While Seo was too far away to see what was said, he could hazard a guess, and chuckled as the potential thugs were sent scattering when the student exploded into a torrent of fire. Little overkill, but whatever it takes to send the message, I guess.

"At least I know this year won't be dull." The youth muttered, taking a moment to stretch out before making his way to the side gate where they were all supposed to go, twirling a few strands of hair between his fingers as he idly wondered what kind of circus had been gathered so far.



Seo couldn't help but raise an eye at some of the others but held his tongue for the moment as he let people introduce themselves. The teacher themselves seemed. . . odd, to say the least, but given the nature of the class, it was really to be expected. He dragged slowly behind one girl, giving her time to introduce herself before stepping forward himself. Once he was within talking range, however, he'd merely give a short wave to them all(more of a mock salute really) with his ID in hand before falling into the seat next to the girl who'd arrived before him. Riffling through one of his pockets, he pulled out a sucker to pop into his mouth, before opening his bag to pull out a book. Flipping it open to he found a dog-eared page, licking his thumb before he set to straightening it back out. Once he'd done that, he set himself to the task of picking up where he'd last left off in the story, absently beginning to chew on his bottom lip as he threw himself into whatever the story was.

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Yakushi Residence, Konohagakure--->Path to Academy, Konogakure
Daybreak, Present Day



Tsume let out a light yawn, the rhythmic tapping of fat raindrops on her umbrella proving an effective sleep-aid for the energetic girl, the dreariness of the day compounding with the exhaustion brought about by her fight with Sawako earlier.

"Stupid Sawako-san, making me wear this tight thing for my graduation. . . I bet no one else is going to be weary stuff like this. . . . ugggh." The young kunoichi groaned in distress at her predicament, feet stomping angrily against the dirt road when she spotted a familiar figure through the rain. It took her a second to recognize them, though once she did, a loud cheer would follow as she jogged over to catch her white-haired classmate in a one-armed headlock. "HIIIII Peichan!! I see you're on your way to the graduation ceremony too, right!?"

Still holding the boy in a tight grip, she looked around, the excited grin turning into a rather mystified look as she released him so they could talk properly.

"Hey, where's the, uh, the redhead that's always stuck to your side like glue? Not often I see ya by yourself."

@Grey

Piazza d'acero, a shopping mall adjacent to Cafe Dumonte
Somewhere in Switzerland

August 12th, Present day, Afternoon
Tags: @Demon Shinobi@Kyouki@Ambra



Caterina was almost unrecognizable as she strode beside Kurune. The dulcet brown of her hair replaced by a rather impressive looking blonde wig(though she still had a green highlight dye applied to the bangs that contrasted nicely with the fierce amber of her eyes. Her outfit was a casual thing, a light blue skirt that just skimmed the top of her knees matched with a dark aquamarine top and an olive half jacket to pull the whole thing together. There were already several bags held in hand over her shoulder as she seemed to be in the middle of a call with someone, chatting and giggling about something or other before hanging up the call with a pantomime kiss and a tap of her thumb. She did indeed catch the other girl's glance, placing a free hand on her hip as she returned Kurune's smile with a sly wink as she blew a little kiss her way.

Before she could say anything, however, Yoshi's voice crackled through their earpieces to inform them of the change in the situation. rather than respond to her "boss's" cry for info, Caterina merely grinned as she stepped up to Kurune, taking her hand with a girlish chuckle as she pulled the violet-haired girl along.

"Come on Kurune, I heard there was a boutique this way that was utterly to die for. Plus," A this point Caterina seemed to take over-dramatic pause, looking this way and that before leaning in to whisper into her partner's ear. . . or at least that is what it would seem to onlookers.

"Me and Kurune are keeping an eye on them, no need to get out of sorts Mr. Bossman. Oh, and Cyril? Fall asleep on this mission, and you and Kurune are getting double training afterward for the next two weeks, okay?" Quickly pulling away, she'd mime a kiss on either side of Kurune's face before backing away with a giggle that seemed to hold a little bit more malice than her other ones. She continued to pull them in the general direction of their targets, talking idly about nothing as she kept stopping at every store along the way so as to better hide their tailing.
Name:Kajiya Katsuya
Age: 14
Appearance: i.pinimg.com/564x/82/24/7e/82247e6017…
Village:Kumogakure
Rank: Genin
First Element: Earth
Second Element: N/A
Clan: Kajiya
Weapons/Equipment:
Ketsui: A sword of his own making, it has been enhanced by Kajiya smithing technique to be rather durable yet light and balanced to wield. Not only that, but it acts a chakra battery, enabling the user to store a small amount of chakra into the blade for later use. While it has even a small amount of chakra stored within, the blade uses it to perform self-maintenance, meaning it never needs to be sharpened or cleaned, though this does cause a small chakra drain from the stores.
Kajiya Forge Tools: Special equipment needed to perform Kajiya Seal Smithing.
Seal Expolosives:
10x Concussive bombs
10X Flashbangs
10X Smokebombs
10x Incendiary bombs
Fuinjutsu Supplies
30x Blank Tags
3X Storage Seals
Family: Kajiya Yo(Father)
Kajiya Yumeko(Mother)
Kajiya Masae(Older Sister)
Teacher: (i will decide this part.)
Past: Katsuya's childhood life was . . . simple. He had a home to come to, a loving carin family, a life devoid of much tragedy, strife, or even discomfort. The kajiya clan were, by and large, mainly a civilian clan of skilled smiths and craftsman, providing weapons and tools of exceptional quality to the Shinobi of Kumo through their specialized sealing techniques in exchange for the protection they recieve within it's borders. And Katsuya likely would have been just another one of them, despite his highly apparent fuinjutsu skill in his early years, if not for his siter deciding to buck convention. Instead of following in the footsteps of their father and taking up the ways of a smith, she pursued a career as a Shinobi of Kumo, quickly advancing up the ranks at an almost metoeric pace.

By the time Katsuya was old enough to have memories, his sister was already a well-reknowned Chunin, with a bevy of successful missions under her belt, powerful techniques that she often showed off to her younger sibling and, most importantly, more than a few war stories about her time on the field. From these stories, Katsuya found the sparks of inspiration that lit his imagination. It;s because of his sister that he wants to not only be a great blacksmith, but a great shinobi as well, using his experiences to craft the greatest Shinobi tools the world has ever seen.
Personality: Katsuya is, for lack of a better word, simple. When it comes to most things, he'll often have a hard time looking deeper than surface level, tends to be almost stupidly trusting of all people, and couldn't hold a grudge against even the worst of people. While not the excitable sort, he can very much give off an aura of positive energy. While prone to frustration and anger like anyone else, Katsuya seems the type to lack a single hint of malicious intent towards anyone, and often takes a rather pacifistic approach to conflict in most cases.

However, despite his simple attitude, one would be very mistaken to consider him an idiot of any kind. While uncaring of social norms in most cases, that can is something most caused by eccentricity rather than simple ignorance or lack of awareness. In most cases, Katsuya is fully aware that he is either being used by some or possibly intruding on others but simply doesn't care about these rules or standards. In his own words " I do what I want and what will make people happy. That's really all I care about doing." A quote that, while accurate, isn't entirely true.

More than anything else, Katsuya loves Fuinjutsu, to what some could consider an unhealthy degree. It's not uncommon to find the boy working hours into the wee hours of morning on a new sealing formula he wishes to test out in his latest weapon designs, eager to prove his mastery over his Clan's techniques over and over, with every failure only pushing him onward to learn from his mistakes and push his knowledge to it's limits.

---Skills---

Ninjutsu:5 (E-Rank)
Kenjutsu:15 (E-Rank)
Fuuinjutsu:30 (D-Rank)

---Clan Skills---
Kajiya Seal-Smithing Techniques: The Kajiya clan, while small in comparison to others, are well-known for their abilities to craft extra-ordinary weapons and ninja tools through the mixing of their Hiden Smithing and Fuinjutsu techniques. For most practioners, this simple means making blades with minor, but impactful effects such as increased durability, improved chakra flow, a honed cutting edge that never dulls, and the like. But for those with exceptional skill and dedication, they can access twist the clan techniques in wild new directions, forging truly special weapons with effects unlike anything ever seen before.

For Katsuya, he sits at a bit of a mid-point between the upper tier of what his clan usually stays at and the beginning of making weapons with truly innovative effects, but he's confident that he'll one day create something magnificient. That being said, when compared to a normal blacksmith, he's proven to be an excellant craftsman, with the use of fuinjutsu techniques along with his forging helping to drastically speed up the process without risking the integrity or qualiyt of his creations.

---Jutsu---

Kawarimi (cost's 20 Chakra)
Bunshin (cost's 10 Chakra and requires 20% Chakra Control.)
Henge (cost's 5 Chakra.)
Earth Release:Subterran Voyage
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique

---Stats---

Strength: 15 (Your physical strength)
Speed: 10 (Your physical speed)
Handseal Speed: 1 (How quickly you can form handseals.)
Agility: 10 (encompasses Flexibility and Reflex's)
Intelligence: 10 (Your technical knowledge, aka book smarts.)
Wisdom: 5 (Your physical knowledge, aka street smarts.)
Chakra Control: (7) 35% (1 point = +5% Chakra Control)
Chakra: (10) 200 (1 point = +20 Chakra)
Finesse: 10 (how Fluidly you can use your physical Skills like Taijutsu and Shurikenjutsu.)
Stamina: 15 (How long your character can last)
Ryo (Money): 2,000
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