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Well Death, Ice, or Fire. I like Ice to be honest.
Interested. When do you think the OOC will be up and will it be casual, advanced, or free?
Rain fell from the sky and onto his face, first, it was slow. But it seemed, the heavier his heart got, the heavier the rain got. Giichi looked around himself, barely hearing Yamato’s words through his own anguish and mental yelling. His body wouldn’t move, his Will was being ignored. By the time Yamato had warned him of the changing times, Giichi had felt abandoned. Abandoned by his hero: Yamato and abandoned by the one he liked: Rei. For the longest time, he sat there in the bent and cracked crater, wood pricking him through his clothes until tears fell down his eyes.
The rain hid them well. But it did not simmer the hatred brewing in his heart. He clasped his mouth shut as his teeth fell down on each other, the pressure pitting his jaws against each other. When he felt like his teeth would fracture from the pressure, he heard two drop down near him. Suddenly, the rain that fell over him had ceased touching his back and he had been lifted off the splintered ground with little effort. Beyond the deafening rage and the pattering sound of the rain, he heard his mother and father.
“Take him home, Sachi.” His father’s voice was authority, iron-bound; there was no room for arguments.
A confirming mhm! was all he heard as he was hefted onto a slim, soft back. His body seemed to lay over his mother’s as he laid his head helplessly on her shoulder. Fragile at it was, it held sturdy against his weight.
Guilt soon infiltrated his heart as he was carried away. He was incapable of halting the revolt, defending his family’s legacy, and even allowed himself to be shamelessly put down in his efforts. He covered his face with the little bit of movement he had, digging his eyes into his mother’s shirt as they traveled.
“I messed up, Mom. I really messed up. Pl-Please forgive me,” he sobbed quietly.
“My child,” escaped his lips as Sachi and Giichi bounded from the dais. The rain fell over him, his leather jacket slid the rain off in droplets. He turned his luminous eyes onto Ayame and Fujitora, Tsukiko too. “His chakra is darker. Its tainted with disappointment, despair … hurt. I’ll say these words to you. As a warning. He will not easily forget this … be prepared for a storm in the future.”
He eyed the chaos in the crowd with disappointment, a visible disgust on his otherwise tense face. With a deep sigh, he turned his back on it and started to leave. However, he felt the urge to issue one more warning. For his own benefit and pleasure.
The dais cracked and splintered even further, ambers danced from his body and scarf until fire began to rise from his lax arms, clothing, and hair.
“Three months. Give my family three months without intervention. Let Giichi soak this in. That’s all I ask for.” Slowly, his flames died down and the steam that raised from the heat colliding against the rain ceased and he leaped away into the leaf’s busy streets and buildings.
The action was quick, if not wholly decisive. His clone gave the medic a powerful kick to the side before she could touch Daiki, his Sharingan swirling inside as he summoned Anemone. The chakra radiating in her hand was enough for him to believe danger was certain. He looked up to see Chen approaching and knew then that he’d cripple this boy just as badly as Nobu if he interfered. He had irked his nerves earlier and now … well now he was just intolerable. Daiki made an invisible line for the youth, one that if he crossed it, he would be attacked mercilessly.
For whatever reason, enraging thoughts just continued to pool from his mind, fueling his rage. Saburo’s words, Yamato’s declarative curse … His Uchiha heritage and by default legacy. But why had it dug into him so deep? And how long had he held this back, this predator of rage and wrath? It must had been too long, because he was having trouble establishing prey from innocent. Daiki grabbed his head with a single hand. A harmless breath left him as he attempted to reined himself in. Soon, haggard breaths escaped him. The rage was bucking back, ripping from his grasp.
“C’on calm down,” he growled between gritted teeth. He stumbled onto his feet, off Nobunaga, and backed up from the others.
The clone glared at the girl without remorse, standing between the pair and Daiki. “Interfere again and you die. Let him decide what he wants to do.” The clone’s crimson eyes staid on the pair, his blade pointed towards Chen.
Daiki finally spoke up after several long seconds. Turning his back on them all abruptly. “Get the fuck out of here,” he said frantically, softly. His face was contorted by his furrowed brows and quivering lips to anyone in front of him. Which was very few. Yamato, Ayame, Fujitora, and Tsukiko. Before they could leave, Daiki’s clone popped out of existence, along with his sword. His hands fell into his pockets out of necessity as he waited for the continuation. When he looked over to the side, he caught the shadow of man leaping off towards the village.
@Prisk Oh so that's how its going to work. Smart.
Not exactly sure how long it'll last though either lol.
Not exactly sure how long it'll last though either lol.
D A I K I
The swordsman’s blade had boiled his blood. He had kept the Naito in him in check for a long time but the man’s blade had drawn blood, his blood. He felt chakra race to his eyes and struggled for several seconds to contain his rage. However, the more he held the dam closed, the more anger piled behind it. When it finally burst open, Daiki stood to his feet slowly, with the blade resting on his neck. He had no fear for this man or his ambitions, in fact, if anything, he felt some venom towards it suddenly.
As Nobu spoke, patriotically or not, Daiki summoned a shadow clone in a puff of smoke. The clone appeared without warning, appearing low and between them. With hands so quick that the tight space would allow little movement, the clone delivered a jogging back-hand while grabbing the swordman’s wrist and breaking it with a fluid but weighty pressure. The real Daiki remained still as the ongoings continued, his gold eyes calm.
The clone held tight to the man’s wrist, inducing a pain that could cripple the foe’s entire body. Daiki, however, was never one to underestimate those that threatened his life, so he mercilessly gripped the man by his throat and slammed him onto the ground. A mighty show of strength indeed, but it was the difference between them that led to this outcome. Mercy. His clone let go and kept watch out for anyone willing to interfere.
A near primal expression laid on his face as he snatched a kunai from his pouch, twisted in the same moment as the slam, and stabbed it into the chunin's other shoulder, slicing through the muscle and into the bone. For whatever reason, Daiki fought the urge to actually kill the man, but it was still there. He started to cut deeper into Nobu’s arm but was interrupted by another reveal. Tsukiko had arrived and was enraged at that.
G I I C H I
Giichi fell on the stage in mid-air, his rasengan twisting and grinding into the dais. Wood splintered and cracked where he laid, leaving him in a husk of broken material. Paralyzed, he found it difficult to speak. A current drilled itself through his body, hands, and fingers. The Will inside of him still burned and he was wished to move his lips, to further put into words his emotions.
“Damn you! Damn you! You’ll watch this village and its ambitions be snuffed out? Cowards!”
Tsukiya Eguchi.
Tsukiya took note of the mist that filed into the otherwise clear crater. His icy eyes shifted from his peripherals as he stood completely still. The enemy must had been close by, if not, then he would not have applied this vision impairing jutsu. He released his chakra just for this occasion. He suppose that this ninja was an opportunist … that would be his downfall.
He spread his hintless zone out ten meters and knew then that the ninja had sent clones to attack him from the front and was actually behind him. The ninja wouldn’t know that the zone was activated, no clue was given to those inside. Tsukiya remained still within the mist than strung together four handseals as they drew closer. As he did this, a circulation of wind surrounded him, sucking in the unsuspecting clones and ninja. Hards bricks from the explosion, sharp branches, and shards of rocks from his Gaea’s wrath technique danced within the tornado, battering the opponents that was trapped inside.
Within the eye of the earthly storm, Tsukiya stood with his head partially towards the ground, his arms folded as he listened to the carnage inside. He held no sympathy for a fool that thought second and attacked first.
@Prisk Its gets better? I thought that post was awesome.
Well shit, I can't wait to see even better posts come from you.
Well shit, I can't wait to see even better posts come from you.
I've also posted ^^
Main Story – Music – Oakridge Campus – Friday, 7:03 AM
Alabaster heard the knock on his door but decided against answering. His head was pounding from the late night he had spent with the others. Olive had—once again—drug him from his dorm of solitude. Aaron was no help dissuading the others from pulling him out and if not for Rui, he might had still denied them. However, the night had been fraught with peers drinking, fast women attempting to gain his attention, and of course, subtle glances towards the one he liked.
Even after the night was nearing its end, Alabaster found himself leaving and watching Olivia stumble down the concrete path. His statuesque face fell into a calm frown as he decided to walk her home. Fear gripped him for her safety, though his mind told him to stay away. It was a simple matter getting her home and laying her down. But as he left, in his peripheral, he saw Sam’s wispy figure. A leaning figure of gray shadows against her door frame, warning him of the possible heartbreak that could incur if he got too close to someone again.
He felt his lips part hestiantly before crossing his arms and striding out of her room; in such hurry that he forgot to close her door. Before long he had reached his own dorm, the image of Sam’s figure still fresh in his head. He tensed his jaw and felt his thoughts lead towards self-indulgence.
What would you have done I wonder? Would you have left her to herself, trusted her to find her own way home. Or would you … would you have done the same as me? Sitting on the edge of his bed, his room dark and silent, Alabaster felt the faintest smile bless his face. Knowing you, you would have been drunk off your ass and still found the strength to take her home. Amazing. He chuckled.
Alabaster swept aside his platinum blonde hair before falling onto his back. His bed was soft and eased the tension of the night away. Where the club had sewn in discord and exhaustion, his bed had erased angst and created a unique comfort. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, though it wouldn’t last long.
Before his dreams could began, a dainty knock resounded in his room. He opened his eyes but didn’t move from his bed. When Kade spoke, he felt the usual warmth fill his stomach. Her voice tended to have that effect on him. Sitting up, he wasted several seconds just trying to shake the irritation of his restless sleep. It didn’t take much longer for him to unlock his door and swing it back.
Standing in the doorway with only black joggers on his legs, Alabaster rested his hand on the top of the door. He squinted away the sleep with a narrow stare before speaking. “Wassup?” he asked, looking beyond her for the others. He hated when they ganged up on him and forced him to come out. “Wanna come in?”
Alabaster heard the knock on his door but decided against answering. His head was pounding from the late night he had spent with the others. Olive had—once again—drug him from his dorm of solitude. Aaron was no help dissuading the others from pulling him out and if not for Rui, he might had still denied them. However, the night had been fraught with peers drinking, fast women attempting to gain his attention, and of course, subtle glances towards the one he liked.
Even after the night was nearing its end, Alabaster found himself leaving and watching Olivia stumble down the concrete path. His statuesque face fell into a calm frown as he decided to walk her home. Fear gripped him for her safety, though his mind told him to stay away. It was a simple matter getting her home and laying her down. But as he left, in his peripheral, he saw Sam’s wispy figure. A leaning figure of gray shadows against her door frame, warning him of the possible heartbreak that could incur if he got too close to someone again.
He felt his lips part hestiantly before crossing his arms and striding out of her room; in such hurry that he forgot to close her door. Before long he had reached his own dorm, the image of Sam’s figure still fresh in his head. He tensed his jaw and felt his thoughts lead towards self-indulgence.
What would you have done I wonder? Would you have left her to herself, trusted her to find her own way home. Or would you … would you have done the same as me? Sitting on the edge of his bed, his room dark and silent, Alabaster felt the faintest smile bless his face. Knowing you, you would have been drunk off your ass and still found the strength to take her home. Amazing. He chuckled.
Alabaster swept aside his platinum blonde hair before falling onto his back. His bed was soft and eased the tension of the night away. Where the club had sewn in discord and exhaustion, his bed had erased angst and created a unique comfort. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, though it wouldn’t last long.
Before his dreams could began, a dainty knock resounded in his room. He opened his eyes but didn’t move from his bed. When Kade spoke, he felt the usual warmth fill his stomach. Her voice tended to have that effect on him. Sitting up, he wasted several seconds just trying to shake the irritation of his restless sleep. It didn’t take much longer for him to unlock his door and swing it back.
Standing in the doorway with only black joggers on his legs, Alabaster rested his hand on the top of the door. He squinted away the sleep with a narrow stare before speaking. “Wassup?” he asked, looking beyond her for the others. He hated when they ganged up on him and forced him to come out. “Wanna come in?”
OOC = Let me know if I need to add more. This is basically his whole life lol.
EDIT: Nevermind, I've decided I'm pulling out the RP.
EDIT: Nevermind, I've decided I'm pulling out the RP.
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