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[The Mockingjay]

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, witchblade in bracelet form on her right arm. Baggy white shirt over a blue and pinstriped bikini.

Rei's R&R's
Let's do something interesting. Terrain changes every 3 turns, with whomevers turn it is choosing the new terrain.
You can go first, post the terrain with it

So terrain goes. Terrain, me, you, Terrain, you, me, Terrain, me, you, terrain etc.

 

[Detective L]

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for this one. Some seals applied to his body and the Dollmasters Blade on his back.

Rank: S
Type: Weapon
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra cost: N/A
Damage points: N/A
Description: Quick fingers and an eye for detail were the Dollmaster's trademarks. But only once did he use his skills to create a weapon. This was the result, as colossal as his dolls were delicate. In a small town once known as "Arashi" lived a man known as the Dollmaster, he was well known for his craftsmanship, building and designing anything from furniture to houses but nothing compared to his Dolls, every single doll different in detail from it's previous. ranging in sizes and styles. Over the years he made thousands of Dolls, all made for his private collection. Every year during the week long "Festival of Lights". The Dollmaster placed is Dolls out on display to shine under the fireworks. After seeing the delicate Dolls, the Leader of the town admired his craftsmanship and asked the Dollmaster to make a Sword for him. Although the Dollmaster had never made a sword, he was excited to take on the challenge. Over the fallowing weeks, the Dollmaster spent most of his time on the sword, he crafted an unique blade. Upon finishing it's final details. the Dollmaster was killed by having his neck slit, his blood spilling out over the blade, his body lied bleeding out over the blade for weeks until he was found in his workshop under his home. it is unknown why the Dollmaster was assassinated. Later, after the creation of the Ninja Villages, the remaining Dollmaster's Dolls where collected and put on display in a museum located in the Land of Waves. his sword was placed as his most regarded piece of work and held as his homesteads most prize treasure. After seeing the Blade and unknown Ninja stole it for himself, only then did he learn the blade's Dominic past. Hearing the Dollmaster's voice echo throughout his mind.
Abilities Notes:
-Because of the Blood absorbed from the Dollmaster, this blade gained his chakra and soul, allowing for the sword to contaminated with it's user as if it was the Dollmaster himself. This allows the Dollmaster's Blade to alert it's wielder of anyone up to a Mid-range area.
-Once per battle the Dollmaster is able to Infuse his Chakra into it's wielder. by using this foreign Chakra the Dollmaster is able to dispelled any Genjutsu up to A-rank, giving it's wielder a clean slate.
-The Style of it's blade, is unique as it is a chain blade, allowing it's wielder to extend it's reach and un-extend it's reach up to a Mid Range area.
-Because of the Dollmaster's eye for detail, this blade is razor sharp and made out of an unknown metal that and never dulls, it is as sharp as it was the day it was forged.
Restriction Notes:
-Can only Extend reach once per turn.
-Can only Un-extend reach once per turn

Feel free to start off with some RP xD Or attack u_u

 

[The Mockingjay]

I'm counting RP as turns, so lets start off easy.
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I came to this place often, it provided a brilliant place to train with an ever changing environment. This is where you come if you're smart, to be successful in this world one must learn to perform to the peak of their abilities in every environment known to these lands, from the most simple and common, to those that we hope we never find ourselves in. For now, I stand alone inside emptiness. The ground beneath my feet is flat glass, a giant mirror that stretches as far as the eye can see. The sky blue and scenery non-existent. All that lies here is myself, the sky and empt.. And him.

I turn, a man approaches. At least, I think it's a man. He is unlike any I've seen before in my life, skin as if he'd never seen the sun, hair as if light did not exist. His eyes like a snakes and lips near non-existent, I have no idea what my face looked like as I gazed upon the thing before me, but I really had no control over my expression. Confusion, disgust, intrigue, sadness, happiness maybe even a little arousal all mixed up into a pot and stirred until all that was left was something that looked as if it had never been any of the things that went into creating it. A regret of a recipe, written upon my face.

"Have... Have you come to train?"

I channel chakra through my right arm, but don't quite activate my witchblade just yet.

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Terrain turn 1

 

[Detective L]

It hadn't been the first time someone had looked at him with that very expression. He was an odd specimen, indeed. His experiments had led him down paths a normal human would have not survived. He was by no means normal anymore, no, he was more. He was better, more advanced. His pride could be seen as a smile crossed his face, or rather a sly-like grin, showcasing his sharp teeth in accordance to her question. He admired himself and his own handiwork, but couldn't help but impressed by the specimen before. A young lady, perfect in form. Oh, how useful she would be for infiltration, he thought. Nonetheless, after her question, Orochimaru answered;

"My, my, aren't you a beauty..A bit odd to be asking a stranger about his movements, is it not?"

He asked, evading the question. He had a different purpose all together, she would be an interesting distraction though. His hands rested beside him. Orochimaru analyzed her being, knowing that despite her frail appearance, she was possibly a shinobi herself. Maybe a threat? Many had wanted to kill him before, but none succeeded. She wouldn't be the first.

"Or are you driven by more than just casual curiosity?"

 

[The Mockingjay]

His mannerisms, speech pattern, tone of voice... All of it was off. He sounded and acted exactly as he looked, the mirror beneath his feet only worked to enhance whatever terrible intention he had, seeing one of the thing before me was enough and it was around the time he uttered his first word that I was glad I'd decided to come here, the ever-changing environment might be enough to distract me from whatever sickening thoughts were rushing through the things head... Never had I ever felt so bad about being called 'a beauty' before. It honestly saddened me, how quick my mind jumped to judgement about this man... I'm not shallow, I am cautious. I am not arrogant or overly self-assured, I just believe in what I was born with. I may be wrong, but I'd never been so sure of it before, I do not need to feel guilty about jumping to conclusions, not about him.

He dodged my question, but this place wasn't home to just any old person. If he didn't have a purpose here, he wouldn't have arrived.

"When the assumption is as obviously made as this one, I don't think it is odd in the slightest. This place is used to train shinobi through any environment they could possibly need to be trained in. The only people that come here are those wanting to train, and children who know no better than to interrupt a shinobi during sparring."

I look at him, with whatever smile I can muster... My skin crawls at my attempt to be nice to this man, a shiver down my spine just from the thought that we could be friends.

"Forgive me for saying, but you are no child"

 

[Detective L]

Orochimaru knew she was trying to figure him out at this point, and oh, did he enjoy making people wonder just what exactly his motives were. Perhaps he had none, or perhaps he did. It didn't matter, for the world was his playground and people his toys. This would be his latest experiment, should she not put up a deadly battle, but even for that, Orochimaru was prepared. He could help but grin at her question and he looked at her, dead in the eye. His yellow snake like eyes, as piercing as ever.

"Then what am I?"

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Orochimaru asks, his right hand grabbing at his face and pulling it off, revealing a younger looking face beneath it, yet still similar to his own. The skin ripped off like it was a mask, but no, this was something else. He knew she hadn't perceived anything like it before, obviously making it clear to her that this person, this man, was no joke. He was deadly, like a snake. Mentally, the sword on Orochimaru's back, known as the Dollmaster, commented;

"Jeez, you've done it now. Watch her freak out >.>."

Rank: B
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra Cost: 20
Damage Points:N/A
Description: Shoushagan no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique used for spying. A dark technique, the jutsu involves the removal of the face of the person to be impersonated. By wearing their face and clothing, the ninja can impersonate the original without others being aware.

OOC: Technique was just used for RP purposes, I have learned it though <_>

 

[The Mockingjay]

The guy was weird, that much I'd already realised. Of all the things that scared me, weird faces, bugs, the threat of pain on my friends... The changing of ones face did not. Honestly, I'd become so accustomed to being with people who change there face, this trick didn't bother me at all. If anything, it helped me settle down. The removal of the face was odd, sure. Grabbing the skin and pulling it clean off to reveal a new, fresh face beneath... Yeah, that's f***ing crazy. He was a snake, literally.

I swallow whatever fear remained in the forefront of my mind and look at him, dead in the eyes, all my negative emotions gone, hidden away beneath my beauty.

"You know, until you did that, I thought you were pretty scary in truth. I spent the last two years of my life travelling with a friend of mine who wore a different face every day. She didn't tear the flesh from her face in such a grotesque manner as you, but the concept is the same. She was not scary, nor was she evil. That girl was sweet and kind, she changed her face to mask her imperfections and also to honour those she chose to represent. Figures from her childhood, heroes, villains and all those in between. She connected to those she had lost through her characters, relived moments from stories with herself as the main character. She was free. To answer your question... You're just like everyone else."

I take a step forward, to analyse him closer. I use both his real form, and his reflected form still at his feet.

"What is it for you? Insecurity? No... Honouring your childhood? No... I can't see it. I don't know why you have come to me today. I don't know what you plan to do once this conversation is done, but before you put whatever plan you have into action... Tell me...

What is it you're hiding from?"

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OOC: Feel free to change the scenery this turn.

 

[Detective L]

A smirk crossed Orochimaru's face. This girl was quite smart, and oh, did she touch some issues. Little did she know that Orochimaru had no such things as emotions, or feelings. He had no gaps in his heart to fill. Orochimaru gazed upon her, and a scoff escaped under his breath.

"Tsch..child. You have much to learn. You still dwell on feelings, people, expectations.. Materialistic things. Nonetheless, maybe I can enlighten you."

Saying this, the entire battlefield transformed into a dusty area, with gravel and sand. Scattered all around were various statues of Gods and Angelic Beings, and behind Orochimaru into Long range, a city was manifested. It was quite hot, as a mild wind blows throughout, carrying small particles of dust yet not hindering Orochimaru's vision, nor the lady's. In the same motion, Orochimaru would grab his sword, and hold it in his right hand.

"Or do you think you know better, child?"

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