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Here's a limmerick There once was a team out of Haven with an outlook as black as a raven they were meant to fight BANK but our hearts all but sank WHEN WE HEARD THAT THEY'D RUN HOME AND TURNED CRAVEN
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i'd stay, but i know you're busy as a motherfucker, so don't sweat it


Pretty much with ya on this one.

Iwagakure | CC-B | Critical Defense Kunoichi

TIME: Present Day - Morning | LOCATION: Forest of Death | INTERACTION: @yoshua171


Āito arrived in the absolute middle of the pack. She found herself in the center-right of the crowd and watched intently as a man strode out to the center. His presence commanded attention, but not in the way of an angry parent. Rather in a familiar form, those belonging to the ICDO or perhaps the ANBU black ops would know a figure that commanded presence through purely being there. Standing there she felt as though she could feel power seeping from him. It caught the girl off guard. Her ears tuned into the other students around her bickering over their differently unimportant minutiae before the man began to speak up.

He laid the rules out fairly clearly and it was between two major options. She could either participate in some team-based combat, or she had the option of fighting a one on one match, but in that latter route she had to win her fight in order to continue on to the next round.

It was often times that an age-old saying in Iwagakure that when two options are given to you by a neutral party the one associated with risk is often done in such a manner as to dissuade you from taking the best option.

Āito would not make that mistake. She stood perfectly still, clutching her scroll in one hand while most of the others around her began to write their answers onto it. When it came time to hand them in she was escorted to an area to meet with a proctor who went on to explain the essential rules to the fight. She was under no circumstances supposed to stop fighting until commanded, upon that command being issued she was to stop immediately. Failure to do so would result in immediate failure. The rules were simple enough.

Āito took her place while she waited for the other two fights to take place. By the time it was her turn she spotted a few traces of blood and obvious signs of a struggle. It was a good way to understand what to expect. But not for the opponent that had been selected for her. A young man with dark glasses walked out towards her, from the opposite side of the arena.

“This fight will be between Hokusai Āito of the Hidden Stone, and Kenki Aburame of the Hidden Leaf!” The proctor shouted.

He seemed fairly diminutive, which would lead the fight towards her favor as she saw it. Her skill in hand-hand combat was passible, but a more physically dominant opponent could pressure her to the point of no return. She was not all that well aware of the clans in Konohagakure, which made him a threat immediately out of the gate.

If he pulled something that could be used to end the fight immediately she would have to leave it up to her reaction speed. Genjutsu was her primary concern. The proctor’s hand raised and the entire arena quieted. His eyes glanced between the two of us before he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. She didn’t dare mirror the action as her eyes didn’t leave his stomach area, gazing between that and his legs. She looked long and hard before her peripheral vision watched as his arm dropped.

Immediately she formed the seal of confrontation and waited. But the young man did not move, save for his hand reaching out towards Āito, palm facing her head. The crowd was completely silent as they rested in that pose for a full minute. Both unmoving until suddenly, a small buzzing sound reached her ears and out flew hundred if not thousands of insects barreling towards the woman.

“Fūinjutsu: Bijutsukan.” Āito said, still completely unwavering as her sleeve rolled off of her right shoulder and a beautiful ink dragon reared its head roaring magnificently. His size increasing tenfold from being able to fit on her shoulder to being large enough to for Āito to ride on. He was beautiful water colours primarily greens and blues, with a pair of stag’s horns on his head and piercing red eyes. The bugs grew increasingly closer as she murmured to the illustrious beast. “Suiton: Mizurappa.” And it followed suit.

As the bugs grew ever closer the dragon made a noise not at all based in earthly sounds before expelling a massive stream of water, immediately stopping the insects in their path. It quickly obeyed Āito’s consciousness forcing the stream in the direction of Kenki, water hitting the tiled floor shooting off into every direction, soaking the audience members. While Kenki prepared to react to the beast Āito immediately pulled a scroll from her side and got to work, sitting down cross legged with the scroll in front of her.

Surely the young man would prepare a counter attack quickly. But she had a small window to make quick work. Bugs appeared to be his primary source of offense, she would need something to counteract that. Viscous liquids would work, but perhaps something stronger and something she had more reasonable access too.

But as the water reached Kenki he formed the clone seal and in a puff of smoke, vanished. From the smoke a demon wind shuriken was launched outwards towards Āito’s dragon, striking it and reflecting off and to the right of the great beast. Only a few feet away from the dragon the shuriken turned into Kenki, but was it a clone or the original?

Āito couldn’t immediately tell which caused her to treat it as a threat in and of itself. The dragon roared in agony as ink began to pour out of the beast, just as the Kenki that was airborne sent a stream of insects down through the beast eliciting a sullen screech as it dispersed back into ink. The dragon that had been immediately above Āito, collapsed from the wound soaking the attacking insects and Āito herself in dazzling ink. Appearing as though it had rained ink from the sky Āito closed her eyes as a shower of bugs with wings that couldn’t flap scattered the ground alongside drops of ink. Her eyes opened as she felt the shower quickly begin to lessen, the ground was painted a beautiful mosaic of colour and the smoke from the clone Jutsu had all but dissipated, the Kenki in the air was the original. The seal of confrontation formed through her fingers almost instantly while a second barrage of insects flew from two sides. The chakra channeled once more just fast enough to protect Āito as a massive Albatross sprung up from the scrolls.

The coos of enamored onlookers filled Āito’s ears but she flushed them out innately. She focused alone on the buzzing of her opponent. As the bugs began to land on her they found themselves stuck. The ink that had fallen on her coating her outfit and skin in the viscous liquid. They couldn’t get through it without consuming the ink first. But before he could issue a mental command to his insects, Āito unsheathed her Tanto and simultaneously the albatross flapped its wings once with a powerful gust of wind. Most of the ink on her sides were ejected and it took the insects stuck on it as well. The albatross began to take flight it flapped once more, powerfully ejecting the bugs and ink from Āito’s form before she jumped backwards towards it, keeping her eyes on Kenki who was about to reach the ground.

The bird acted merely as a bridge as it let itself dive towards his landing position and Āito leapt from it, snagging Kenki’s collar and flipping over the boy, bringing him with her. As soon as she made contact with his collar she felt insects begin to crawl out from his body onto her skin. The Aburame seemed to be a vile, if not effective people.

But it was no matter as the boy’s back collided with the ground and a buzzing sound increased within him she activated the seal around the hilt of her Tanto bringing three ink spears to his throat before the sound she had been waiting to hear erupted from the mouth of the proctor.

“HALT!” He shouted.

As commanded Āito immediately withdrew the spears and sheathed her Tanto, the insects that had crawled up her arm and began to eat away at her Chakra took flight off of the girl and the Albatross dissipated into ink that quickly fell to the ground.

“Advancing in this exam will be Hokusai, Āito!” He said, eliciting uproarious applause from the audience.

She offered the young man a hand in rising to his feet and bowed to him before exiting the arena. She struggled for a moment between replacing the dragon she had lost during the fight as it took time and chakra to prepare or repairing her body. But with the dull ache in her wrist she knew what she had to do. She decided to visit the healer as she knew being the third and final fight in the singles rounds meant that things would be wrapping up shortly.

Her healer explained what she was healing, primarily her wrist, she was informed that she had dislocated it during her extravagant flip over her opponent towards the end of the match. Āito was then handed a scroll and told to hang on to it. She felt ready to go.

Lucky that too. Because she was immediately teleported away and into a forest, the forest actually. The Forest of Death.

She found herself near what she could only identify as the likely exit before a voice was heard by all participants.

“SENTOU KAISHI; LET THE BATTLES COMMENCE!”

She immediately sat down and began to sketch. It took only four seconds for her to draw twenty mice. The goal of the mission was clear. She had a scroll, and presumably so did the rest of the participants. Let the battles commence.

With the seal of confrontation formed the mice immediately scurried off into the corners of the forest. She was looking for an opening, perhaps an open conflict.

But before she found anything she was found, perhaps by mistake.

She remembered the feeling of being tossed into a wall and blinked away the pain from the memory. Glistening purple eyes and short black hair caught the girl’s gaze as she saw herself in the reflection of her friend’s headband.

“Aya.”
Hokusai Āito



Sayuri Nisshoku




Yuki Kareha



Ishi Kakumei

Hokusai Āito




With that Hitomi nodded a content nod. It wasn’t her usual chipper affair, but it’d do for the others. She didn’t feel like it was time to answer Kazou’s question and Daisuke seemed fine with the matter. She knew that Kimiko had some trouble with the request, but less due to the nature of it and more than her own disposition. Hitomi chose not to ignore it, but didn’t give Kimiko much, simply nodding to her commander and taking her snug seat in the back of the van.

She waited patiently to arrive at her family home, she felt her phone which was pressed tightly in her pocket against Kimiko’s thigh buzz a few times. Once or twice she swore she caught a glance from her commander, however Hitomi knew what was more than likely being said and decidedly didn’t answer the phone.

“This is it Sasori-San.” She said quietly and only as loud as she had to. He pulled the van over and she glanced at Kimiko who was looking at her with some suspicion, but not of any malicious ilk. Rather, it was perhaps concern, curiosity, or candor. But the girl knew what happened when people saw how her family acted.

Still she was not one to refuse her commander.

“Any and all of you may come inside, or at least up to the door, but I should only be here briefly.” She said quietly. But glanced at Sasori. “Well, not you. You might scare them.” She added before exiting the van.

She entered her house and her mother’s ire lashed out immediately in the way Hitomi was looked at. It caused her to flinch as she noticed the open window. She knew she had to speak first and set the volume of the conversation.

“I’m sorry some friends held me up after work, I’ll empty the dishwasher and I’ll find my own dinner tonight.” She said aptly, before immediately making good on her promise. But her mother did not move, simply shaking her head in the corner of the kitchen.

It looked nice enough, white cabinets, a marbled grey island that stood in the middle of the room and added a feeling of separation to the doorway and the kitchen. The dining room and kitchen had a grey stone tiling on the floor, whereas the entryway and den were both a beautiful hard wood. Hitmomi’s father had spent many summers perfecting their home’s appearance.

“You’re leaving your father and I for dinner?” Her mother scoffed, her lips curled into a snarl. "If you're like this now, how will it be when you're moving out? Leaving your father and I for dead as soon as you can leave."

“If that’s alright, yes.” Hitomi replied ignoring the latter part of her mother's statment, the only noise whenever one of them wasn’t speaking was the empty clatter of chinaware against the wooden cabinets.

“Who are these friends of yours? You didn’t have friends yesterday.” Her mother said blankly. Not removing her gaze from the back of Hitomi’s head.

“I just met them when I was coming-“She started.

“Speak to your mother when you’re addressing her.” Hitomi’s mother snapped, taking a single step to affirm her point, loudly colliding her foot with the tile.

“I’m sorry mother,” Hitomi said bowing slightly after turning to her mother. “I met them when I was coming home from practice.”

“Are they men?” She asked her daughter. Hitomi winced a little, but didn’t show it on a surface level.

“Two of them are, yes. But there is a girl as well, and we should be going to her house, her parents will be home.” Hitomi said, waiting while her mother silently judged her.

“Well you be home before the street lights are on,” was the only reply she got.

“Of course, mother.” Hitomi said quietly closing the dishwasher with a gentle touch and immediately gathering up her things to leave. She snagged her phone off the counter, the small bird bauble that hung off of it gyrated around the phone and wrapped around her thumb as she reached out to the door and heard her dad call out to her from the upstairs.

But she pretended not to hear it and ran outside of the house all the same, hiding behind a small half-wall and leaning against it. She took a shallow breath before closing her eyes and adopting the same smile they had all become used to.

“Sorry for the hold up!” She said retaking her place in the van.

Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Krayzikk @FlitterFaux


“I hope you can hold on.”

I said with a smirk about as wide as the Dionaea itself. I allowed Ben to get a strong grip before looking out towards my foe. I knew what had to be done. As Ben managed to grab on to me and my wings unfurled, I noticed the recently cut vine began to thrash and the Dionaea’s gaze unnaturally quickly shifted in our direction. I felt an immediate pang of fear. But I was not about to let Ben or the team down.

But the young man was right. We didn’t know what this thing was nor did we know whether or not the so-called weak point was a trap. But it didn’t matter. Taking us in closer was the only way we’d be able to attempt to finish this thing. With that, I knew what I had to do.

With what felt like a full minute’s pause, we jumped into action. The vines immediately attacked Ben and in correlation myself, along with the group below us. I wrapped an arm around Ben so that he wouldn’t be jolted out of his grip and immediately took off, using my semblance to reach a speed that wouldn’t be possible with my normal acceleration. C’est la Vie at the ready just in case the vines came near us. I immediately took evasive actions, with one vine rapidly ascending in an attempt to smack me towards the ceiling, flatten me against my own speed.

But I twirled to my right and felt the wind catch my feathers as the vine passed us by. I curled them around Ben and me and for one single moment, there was silence as my wings enveloped us. “Don’t worry, I own the air.” I said reassuringly opening up my wings and spinning us around another vine. Since some of its attention was diverted on the others I did have the opportunity necessary to take the time to evade and plan my path towards the Dionaea. From here I could see just how thin we must’ve been spreading it. While it did have multiple heads, there was one that was central the beast’s physiology and that very same one was larger than the others.

This may’ve been my first Grimm Studies class, but I knew that meant one was more important than the others. So that was the plan. Take it out.

With Ben wrapped up in my arms I continued my advance, C’est la Vie at the ready.

I knew that I most likely couldn’t bring us in for a landing, but I could drop him at the base and continue to divert hopefully. If, not he’d have to divert attention for me. Either way worked for me.

Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Krayzikk [@Azeriah] @FlitterFaux


I blinked as the Dionaea made eye contact with me. This was the closest I had come to a Grimm this size. I had barely fought any, let alone a giant such as this. Riesen class were horrifying to fight. Like fighting mythology itself in a way. It was a horrifying thought, this monster by itself if it had not been pruned could have potentially killed a class even bigger than this one. By itself.

”1-1, Nuit!” Ben called out snapping my attention to the vine that hit the ground with a thud before slowly disintegrating. Right. This was a Riesen-Class, sure. But it was also a chance for me to grow.

“Fine then.” I called out to the team leader as the Riesen continued to flick between myself and two other points of interest. “Let’s do this.” I said.

But the fates had another idea. The Dionaea’s head stopped on the third point. Not myself, but another boy in the room. It decided to truly go on the attack as vines began to slither towards Ashe and myself. I watched as a myriad of attacks from other students shot out over the battlefield but the first thing I noticed was the smaller, thinner roots on the ground dodged those preliminary attacks, continuing their advance towards Ashe and I.

Well fine then Dionaea I’ll use my advantages then.

“Ben, I’m going to fly up, you’ve got roots coming in from my side, hold position for a moment.” I said my wings bursting out to full length ready to take flight. “I'll scout ahead, get these roots off my back.” I motioned to the roots quickly approaching.

I rocketed skywards nearly fifteen feet before beginning to slow down so I could get a greater view of the area. I scanned for incoming roots and found a thicker root coming towards me. I immediately furled my wings around my body, feeling the warmth they provided as I began to drop, unfurling them once more with a mighty flap, I felt the massive wind follow the thick root that attempted to smack me out of the air. The thin roots were already approaching Ashe and it seemed Skye also had roots snake around her wrist. She called out to Sangue to tear the roots but I saw the issue immediately.

I lined up the shot and as she pulled back to make the root taught my spear found its mark and sliced clean through it. Bringing it back with my semblance I snagged it out of the air and nodded towards Skye’s position. I glanced towards the Dionaea and… Something caught my eye.

It glowed orange from the center of the Dionaea, much easier to see from the air. A weak point?

No. That doesn’t make sense. This isn’t a video game and Grimm unless armoured, do not have weak points. However, perhaps it was the main head. If we could destroy it then maybe, just maybe we could kill this thing. I allowed myself to plummet to the ground landing with a thud directly beside Ben.

“There’s an orange glow at the center of all the roots. We have two options, I could fly us up and drop you and I on the center, or we can try and wade our way there. What are your orders, Cap?”

I made sure to keep vigilant while speaking, keeping my spear at the ready.

"That's also 2-1"

Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Krayzikk @FlitterFaux


And so it begins.

The fight started slower than I had anticipated. There were enough sayings about caging an animal to infer a certain behaviour, and Grimm were nothing if not worse. The Dionaea immediately lashed out towards our group, perhaps completely randomly. I struggled to resist watching all sides at once, it was an impulse that being in a survival situation thrusted upon you. Especially since Skye and Sangue seemed more likely to dodge past blows, instead of guard them. Which left myself and Ben to do the majority of repulsion.

Speaking of which the young man started to prove he deserved the title Lauren always referred to him. Ben took a strong stride forward to meet the incoming blow from the Dionaea for one second that seemed to last ten where the root collided with Joyous Guard. But soon after the root slid down the side deflecting the blow from truly colliding with Ben at full force. The ground felt shook as the root smashed into the ground.

But the boy wasn’t done and neither was the Dionaea. The beast struck once more, and once more the blow was deflected. But this time, with a hefty slice into the root. I grinned wickedly watching it lurch back in pain. While it was nearly as thick as a tree trunk it was noticeably wounded. With no blows incoming as far as I could see and the root swiftly returning after having been sent hurtling backwards I outstretched my left arm aiming the spear towards my target. It was a difficult shot, but I was able to correct somewhat with my semblance. Of course correction would cost speed.

I took four steps, coming to a quick sprint and stomped my left foot into the ground, focusing on stopping completely. The entire right side of my body came across rapidly as I let go of the spear. While my body twisted my eyes followed the spear frantically.

It was on target.

I reached out towards it and pushed it away, further increasing its speed and sending it completely through the root like a bullet from a gun.

The root fell from point of contact towards but further to the right of our squadron with a massive thud. As it crashed into the earth I caught Ben’s gaze before falling back.

“1-0”

I reached out towards C’est la Vie that rapidly returned towards me, almost magnetically connecting with my hand.

Let that set the tone.

I returned to my place on our flank awaiting the inevitable counterattack.


Hitomi rode around on Kimiko’s back while she answered the phone. Hitomi inquisitively glanced at the phone, prodding her head a little close to Kimiko’s cheek to glance at the name. “Toku Mom”.

Mom?

Hitomi felt herself slipping backwards as Kimiko straightened up a little so she nudged herself forward and wrapped her legs around Kimiko’s stomach. Her arms dropping further down Kimiko’s neckline but hanging in front of her like some gangly necklace you’d find at a weird art show. You’d probably find Hitomi there too.

Kimiko nuzzled the phone into Hitomi’s arm to end the call and Hitomi glanced as the call faded away.

“Bye mom.” She said quietly moving herself to allow for an easy transition to the ground. She left behind a small braided strand of hair that she had been fiddeling with while Kimiko was on the call. “Kimiko,” Hitomi said, using her commander’s first name. Which she had heard could even get her rejected from active duty. She slid off of her back and walked in front of the group, to face Kimiko head on. “I need to get some things from my house, could we stop there?” She asked, not even to the odd gumshoe who would be driving. But to the co-pilot who would be driving the speakers.

She seemed off to the group, most certainly, full sentences, eye contact. It was strange for the small girl to be so functional. “I told my parents that I would come home after work, I'm sure they'd like to see me before I leave again for the rest of the day.” She said simply to the other girl. She was still holding on to Kimiko’s sleeve, not very tightly just a loose grip. She gazed into Kimiko’s eyes looking for an answer. During these moments of lucidity she felt the prettiest.

But also the least like herself. Like she was a completely different person.

She found her mind drifting to the idea of a persona quite often since Daisuke had mentioned it.

Hitomi took a deep breath and stopped being a small bird. She was Hitomi Fukushima now, a respectable girl with good grades.

She didn't like being Hitomi Fukushima. Her parents didn't like it either.

Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Krayzikk @FlitterFaux


I laughed a little when Ben did a double take at the position of C’est la Vie. But the entire atmosphere of the room changed dramatically once Port wandered into the room. Even Ben’s eyes narrowed and focused on the stout man as he painstakingly made his way to the front of the class. It seemed Grimm Studies wouldn’t simply be theoretical work today.

As the class began to get lead to another room I found myself near the back of the line. It was ominous how the nervous chitter chatter seemed to stop as soon as everyone walked in. But surely it couldn’t have been that ba-

“Oh my god.” I said quietly, while absentmindedly bringing a hand up to my mouth. The creature, Port named it Dionaea was massive. It was larger than any living thing I had ever seen, but it wasn’t the kind of massive that came with an elephant. Large, slow, and heavy. This thing was fluid, it moved in ways that didn’t seem natural at all. My wings unfurled completely, ready to take off at the slightest hint of an attack. It was a defensive mechanism. Port espoused about the lack of teeth.

Teeth? What about the tendrils?

I scanned everyone’s faces and they all seemed to be reciprocating the same thought I was thinking myself. What the hell were we supposed to do to kill this thing?

”Hey Nuit,” Ben said cheerfully, as if he was handing me a drink at a party. ”I’ll probably have its attention pretty quick. If it gets hairy, drop behind me. Sangue, you too. We’re gonna need to cut our way towards its trunk. I can take a few hits if it gets a little pissy.”

“Who’s ready for some fun?


I looked at Ben’s face and he was. Ready. The old members of Jumpercable and Bastille fought a Riesen-class Grimm last week and they killed it.

I can do this.

My arm launched upwards throwing C’est la Vie towards the ceiling, the purse transformed into its spear formation almost instantly and I used my semblance to bring it right back into my hand, arcing it across my body and letting it rest just below my lower back and near my legs, wings still outstretched.

“Well I might’ve won round one Ben, but you better not slack off here.” I said eliciting some confusion from others around us. “Most tentacles killed wins? I’ll count the root as three.” I said preparing for combat.

Sky joined Ben, Sangue and myself asking what she should do. Truth was I hadn’t seen her fight yet and had only recently gotten her dossier.

“Follow Ben, Sangue, and I. Stay in formation and if something is coming your way find Ben. We’re going for this thing’s trunk.” I said confidently. Perhaps I was only confident because of Ben’s exuberance, but if that was what could get me out of bed and ready to kill a Riesen-class Grimm today, that would be enough.

"And Ben. My semblance is attraction and repulsion." I said speaking fairly loudly so he didn't have to turn to hear me. I was already beginning to formulate a plan of attack to take this thing down for good. While her semblance could perhaps repel at least one tentacle, two or even more from multiple directions would be incredibly problematic. It was much easier to move something that wanted to move. Perhaps like Ben or his sword. We would have to think fairly carefully. The tentacles were thick enough that my main concern was essentially being crushed. I bunched a tiny bit of aura into her pointer finger and saw a familiar briliant pearl of aura. It shone dimly, yet beautifully. I had only attempted that once, now, against a Riesen-class Grimm was absolutely not the time to take that level of risk. Only if it was life or death, I promised myself.

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