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Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Gonna double post cuz imma boss. After a bit of discussion with mah cohort, Axil, I once more revised my character; only in his Techniques and Kekkai Genkai, however. The 'hidden ability' his clan has is, actually, Storm Release, and I upgraded/revised his Jutsu/Techniques again. They're balanced, thankfully. Just a headsup: Shunpo and Lightning Touch will upgrade and get better as he does, so those two are the two techniques that will remain a constant thing he does, even if he becomes, like, SSS rank or some crazy shit like that. His first two signatures, if you will. Lightning Touch is now called Raigeki, and for future Bingo Book reference, I updated Satoshi's title.

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Is there anyone in Squad Two? lol

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

It's fine~ He looks perfect. From what I see, he's accepted.

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Gotcha. I edited Satoshi; His jutsu list has been made more specific, to avoid any confusion, and his Lightning Touch Technique will scale as he grows stronger. Right now, it's around C-Rank. Similarly, he has been attempting to truly master Shunshin - it will most-likely be called Shunpo when he gets done with it. I'll be back later tonight, or so. ^^

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

I believe that genin do not have two natures until later, but since the times are hard, I don't think two natures is a bad thing. I'll accept it. I'll add everyone later; I've been a bit busy, and now my girlfriend is on her way, so gonna be a bit busy. {{Also, Rank C means they're around Chuunin rank, which is sorta moot since they're genin, so you guys can take the Rank out completely - or, better yet, put Genin as ranking instead. Edit: Also, nero, I'd prefer genin have only one C-Rank ninjutsu for now, to keep it fair.

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Feel free, guys. I see nothing wrong with Edgeout, so accepted. Edit: Wait, question. Is Dark Release even a natural Chakra Nature?

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Heh, it depends. Hopefully. And you got it. You're the last one~

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Branch has been accepted.

Dead Cruise

As the Hawaiian Shirt Cruise Crazie started heading for Stevie he reached into his bag and hit the Cruise Crazie on the side of the head with one of the bottles of vodka. It shattered against the Cruise Crazies's head, making it stumble, but still on its feet. It quickly regained it s composure and made a lunge for Stevie! However the creature did not seem to remember that a broken vodka bottle can become a lethal weapon when broken open. Stevie shoved the broken piece into the Cruise Crazie's Neck, causing the creature to go limp. Stevie threw it to the bed. "That's that done." Stevie said to Devon. Then realizing he wasn't finished with his work. "Oh come on, you ain't done yet?" Stevie picked up the metal cane that he threw away earlier and waited for the brawl on the floor to reach the optimal position. (When the Cruise Crazie was on top of Devon) He then proceeded to clock the beast right in the back of head with the cane. "You owe me for that one." Stevie remarked.

@Bob

Devon grumbled as he stood up, brushing blood and torn flesh off of his clothing. They were already quite bloody, but the excess gore would hinder him quite a bit. "Yeah right, old man." He responded, turning to the man. "About that keycard." He reached out a hand expectantly, his other hand busy clutching the handle to his baton. He really needed that keycard. He didn't know why, but he felt as if it was very, very useful. Maybe he could rob the ship of everything it had before he left.

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

She seemed as if she paid no mind at all to the squabble behind her, which ended just as swift as it began with a few heavy blows, yet it wasn't easy to ignore a typical bar-room tussle as this. When at first the drunken braggart did swagger and sway about the lowly tavern, Tarja was already anticipating a fight to commence, one hand casually rested upon the table clutched around her tankard of spiced ale while the other was discreetly yet vigilantly held over her steel dagger, should she have to draw it and give it a quick plunge into the bastard Nord's neck. Luckily, no violence had to follow from the Forsworn woman, because if it were her having to join the fray, that drunken buffoon would be bleeding from more than a busted nose and mouth. With a gruff sigh, she merely scowled to herself thinking of what a fool the Nord made of his self in front of everyone, yet a smirk at how the other dealt with him, so brash, so brutal and unrestrained...well slightly restrained actually. A common attitude of someone carrying...wolfblood in their veins. Tarja sighed again and downed the last of her ale, clattering her tankard against the stout, pinewood table, which garnered the attention of the barmaid Mildred. "Can I get you anything else, lass?", with a sweet chime she asked the Forsworn. Tarja only glanced at her with a pair of hardened eyes, empty eyes practically void of any emotion at all, and shook her head quietly before Mildred gathered her tankard and whisked herself away feeling a tad nervous of the slightly taller woman. She stood from her table giving a stretch and cracking a few bones in her neck before turning around, inadvertently facing the victor of the brawl. Vaynce was his name, as given roughly by his own voice to the drunk left bleeding and out cold on the wooden floors of the tavern, small plits of red here and there from where his teeth were caved in on the spruce planks. Tarja looked at him for a moment, shaping him up it seemed. He was a burly lad for sure, a physique worthy of Ysmir himself, yet Tarja could sense, even feel from a few paces away the ferocity oozing from his pores in such a foreboding aura, well...foreboding to some. Then, just for once did the woman's lips part, and soon she spoke, low, almost inaudible, and with a heaviness to her voice, "You fight with the strength of Ysgramor, Companion." He outed himself to the woman, easy to tell he was of the Companions. Tarja only knew of them from her travels of Skyrim, having stopped in Whiterun for a night of rest and hearing from Hulda of the Bannered Mare of the mighty Companions and their Harbinger, a powerful and noble warrior. Jorrvaskr where they made their home, the mead hall atop the hill of stone leading to the Skyforge, where the fires blazed hotter than the steam billows of the Rift. Yet, what she also heard was talk of how the Silver Hand once led an attack on Jorrvaskr, claiming the life of the former Harbinger, a Kodlak Whitemane. From there, Tarja just put two and two together. Only a particular reason they'd gain the ire of those worthless buffoons with their fancy swords. Tarja sat beside Vaynce at the bar, her eyes forward with a distant gaze elsewhere while she spoke, "Wasn't expecting to run into the finest warriors of Whiterun here in Winterhold. Long way from home, aren't you?"

@Rusalka

Now...this was surprising. Vaynce would be lying if he said he knew who this person was. Tall, standing shorter than him, but taller than most women, with a leanly muscular build and a face that belonged to a War-Chief...this female was certainly strong. He could tell by the way she moved, and by the way she spoke. What was more surprising, however, was the fact that she seemed to know he was a Companion; he didn't where the fancy wolf armor the other Brother and Sisters seemed to enjoy. However, there was something...familiar about this lady. As if they were long-lost friends or acquaintances. It was the same feeling he got when he was around the other companions. Maybe...she was one of wolf-blood? Just as he was about to entertain her question, the sound of a tavern's door was heard, and a young...too young female entered the tavern. A milk-drinker. Wouldn't last a day. "Surprised you know that I'm a companion." Vaynce finally spoke, lowly so that no one else could hear their conversation. His voice was already low and gruff, so it didn't require too much effort. "Who are you?" He felt as if he should remember her name. She just had...that aura about her. It wasn't too often that he met an honestly strong Nordic woman.