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Coming from here: https://animebase.me/threads/kiyorano-036.755853/post-22157136
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Grey had travelled for awhile now. He had reached a big open valley with a single tree in the middle. Seemed as good as place as any to set up camp. He imagined a proper camp with a fire and tent, but even that felt like too much work. He sat at its base, trying to find motivation to create shelter, but his eyes were closing, slowly drifting into sleep.
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Grey had travelled for awhile now. He had reached a big open valley with a single tree in the middle. Seemed as good as place as any to set up camp. He imagined a proper camp with a fire and tent, but even that felt like too much work. He sat at its base, trying to find motivation to create shelter, but his eyes were closing, slowly drifting into sleep.
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[Coming From Here]
C4 (clone of Akira) arrived in these lands making his way towards where the gates were to leave, though something caught his attention. Through his sensory, he could feel one of considerable strength within these lands. Not the normal craftsmen. He knew it was human as he wasn't capable of sensing the energy that the demons controlled. No, this was surely someone of interest. Yet who could it be.
He made his way in the direction of the power he felt though decided to approach indirectly. Climbing to the top of the valley, he sat looking down on the one below. He seemed confident enough to sleep here undefended. Not only that, but he didn't seem to fear the presence of the divine power within these lands. Well, there was only one thing to do.
Using his high speed and nimble agility, Akira (c4) made his way down the valley until he reached a bolder nearby behind the stranger. He sat upon the boulder peering through his mask and hood at the young one.
"What brings one such as yourself to lands such as these?" he questioned announcing his arrival.
C4 (clone of Akira) arrived in these lands making his way towards where the gates were to leave, though something caught his attention. Through his sensory, he could feel one of considerable strength within these lands. Not the normal craftsmen. He knew it was human as he wasn't capable of sensing the energy that the demons controlled. No, this was surely someone of interest. Yet who could it be.
He made his way in the direction of the power he felt though decided to approach indirectly. Climbing to the top of the valley, he sat looking down on the one below. He seemed confident enough to sleep here undefended. Not only that, but he didn't seem to fear the presence of the divine power within these lands. Well, there was only one thing to do.
Using his high speed and nimble agility, Akira (c4) made his way down the valley until he reached a bolder nearby behind the stranger. He sat upon the boulder peering through his mask and hood at the young one.
"What brings one such as yourself to lands such as these?" he questioned announcing his arrival.
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Grey suddenly woke up from a voice behind him, his hand already halfway to forming a seal out of habit. He turned around, catching his breath and laying his eyes on the masked individual that had sat on a boulder. Grey faced forward again, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Agh… great. Knew I should’ve put up a damn camp instead of passing out like an idiot," he muttered under his breath. He stood to his feet and faced the man, not trying to hide the fact he was sizing him up. He was sitting almost casually, his stance not threatening. His gaze lingered on the mask a moment longer than necessary.
"What brings me here?" he asked, rather annoyed. "Could ask you the same thing. You always watch people sleep, or am I just special today?"
Grey tried to portray a calm demeanour but was ready to move if he had to, but not attacking yet.
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It would seem as though he'd startled this one before him. Clearly tired. Clearly didn't expect to be found like this. They were trying to put on a front but it didn't serve them in the way they wanted.
"I could say you're special, but I don't think we'd be portraying the same meaning," he jested smiling under his mask. "You stand out with your chakra like a fire in the night. I only seek to find those with merit in a world of peril. Especially those that seek refuge in a land such as these."
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Grey raised an eyebrow. His defensiveness was slowly shifting to curiosity.
“Seeking people with merit in a place like this… you make it sound like there’s some grand plan behind all this. What are you really after?"
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Was this man still half asleep? He had no clue what was really happening in the world. He would of been an easy slaughter. It would seem as though Akira had truly overestimated the one before him.
"Clearly I've made a mistake. Someone as lost as you, both physically and mentally, have nothing of worth to offer to my cause. No, if anything you would merely be a hindrance." Akira spoke as though he was making observations.
He rose to his feet turning to leave feeling he was wasting his time.
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Grey’s jaw clenched. He was no longer sleepy, but rather angry.
“Nothing of worth…?”
As the man turned, Grey thrust his hand out, cold surging through the air. Spears of ice erupted from the ground in a ring around the masked man, close enough to brush his clothes, but not a single one touching him.
Grey stepped forward, eyes sharp.
“You don’t get to just show up, talk down to me like I’m some lost kid, and walk off like that,” he snapped. “Now. Who are you? And why are you here?"
(Hissatsu Hyōsō) Certain-Kill Ice Spears
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Rank: B
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 20
Damage: 40
Description: The user will create a single, or a large abundance, of very large ice spikes that will protrude from the ground. The spikes were shown to have been about the size, taller even, than a small house. The user can make multiple spikes that will rise up simultaneously in the same general vicinity, or a single one.
Rank: B
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 20
Damage: 40
Description: The user will create a single, or a large abundance, of very large ice spikes that will protrude from the ground. The spikes were shown to have been about the size, taller even, than a small house. The user can make multiple spikes that will rise up simultaneously in the same general vicinity, or a single one.
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His words meant nothing, his actions spoke volumes. He really thought such a tactic would change the result of what was to come? Akira had a lot of patience, yet little time for empty threats from a peasant so far beneath them. To think they had the audacity to believe they had any say in the outcome of this situation. That someone as weak as them could question someone so far above their station.
Akira turned enough to show his foe the rinnegan through his mask as he spoke to the boy. "I'm the one who will end your pathetic life if you try something like that again." He spoke with spite in his voice. "A pathetic excuse for a shinobi like you has no right to ask anything of me." He let his harsh words hang in the air. "Maybe if you could control your attitude, temper and whole demeanor, you might have some worth in the grand scheme of things. As it stands right now, you'd just be a pig headed fool who can't rationalise their own thoughts for a moment. The fact you don't see the danger that stands before you now.... "
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Grey didn't even flinch at the sight of the fancy eyes. He took a step closer, meeting that Rinnegan without looking away. He waved his hand and the ice crumbled beneath the man's feet.
"You think I give a damn about my life?” he said coldly. “Think again. So either kill me, leave, or finally tell me what the **** you actually want from me.”
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What a joke. How could they even think they stood a chance? Either they knew nothing of his visual prowess or they had no sense of reality when it came to it all.
“Kill you? Ha! What a comedian you are. No, I don’t think I’ll waste my time or minimal effort on a bug like you. Clearly you’re not what I expected. What use would I have for one with no care for his own life or one that knows not what danger lies before him?” Akira mused. “Your tone is unruly, you cluelessness unbearable and how could I ever rely on someone so ready to die?”
What a true waste. He turned again and hopped off the boulder walking away.
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Grey watched him go and thought: "Phew... dodged a bullet there." He then turned around as well and left.
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Leaving landmark.
Activating:
(Mukō: Fuyu no Shukufuku) – Void: Winter’s Blessing
Type: Void Infused Artifact
Rank: A
Range: Self
Chakra: N/A
Damage: N/A
Description: A Void Infused Artifact Accumulator that is activated passively; upon activation the user instantly gains a single Void Infusion. It can be activated twice per battle, once every four turns.
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The clone remained near the gates now, waiting. He was hoping that now he wasn't hiding his chakra, one of those would take note of them. Time would tell.
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- Aprehend an enemy of the people - (Custom, A rank)
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Solanaceae Interaction
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The Moon Gate; a robust fortress of its own that has the potential to house the bastion of Solanaceae's Vanguard that serves to protect the primary point of land entry to the Nation of Stars. The structure was vast with a courtyard that surrounded the exterior and interior sides, complete with a plethora of decorative architecture that suited the overall aesthetic of Solanaceae. Scattered throughout the courtyards was an immense variety of Arali and Humans alike; each presumably visitors, if not outright residents of the Empire that hovered around the Gates in a way that suggested a welcoming atmosphere that belied the otherwise intimidating scale and presence of the towering wall that stretched both West and East in length that could not be traced with the naked eye beyond the horizon. Above all else, was a central rotunda that extended into a robust ivory tower that sat as an extension to the Moon Gate itself, connected via a sky bridge that careened down from the mid-section of the construct into the top of the Gate.
While the presence of bodies were notable scattered all throughout the surrounding region of the Gate amid its courtyards, all basking in their daily bliss that was undisturbed amid the peace that was brought by the divine Goddess of Wisdom, one curious observation could be made for any who may have lingered much longer than a few moments and had an inquisitive gaze: There was seemingly zero militarized presence anywhere amid the loosely spotted crowds. There were no guards stationed at the Gates themselves, none making paces along the pathways in any form of patrol, nor any arranged overhead among the ramparts of the Gate or its neighboring walls. What could possibly instill such peace and serenity and not be challenged in such a blatant lack of proper security measures that one might see anywhere else?
As if to spite this known characteristic in the face of the moment it was recognized, someone could be seen rushing toward the Gate from the outer path that led inland toward the center of the Gate's entrance. They appeared.. distressed, more than they appeared any form of excitable or even threatening. In tattered rags for clothing that were once whole, instead were now blanketed in a ferocious collection of cuts, scrapes and tears that all resembled the onslaught of what could only be identified as an attack made by some wild beast, or perhaps a flurry of blades..
The estranged man, heavy of breath, caught the attention of several bystanders as he flocked passed each in an effort to position himself through the Gates, all the while mumbling through hungry gasps for breath "p-Please.. h-Help. p-Please.. h-Help." The eerie rattle of his words carried him desperately closer and closer to the Gate. While his form seemed difficult to discern amid his panicked pace, a few characteristics were easily identified: The tattered cloak he wore seemed less intended to stave off the elements, but rather to shroud that to which was underneath. Crimson-brown stains could be seen all along his attire, yet no visible injuries could be seen without further investigation. Yet with every step the man took, his right hand held tightly clenched to his chest, gripping hold of the shabby cloak as if in an effort to sustain its position around his person, while the other remained desperately tucked beneath the cloak. Little could be identified of his overall figure, aside from a greyish paleness that clung to what little of his skin could be seen..
As the man finally approached the Gate and was ready to pass through it in anxious eagerness, he was abruptly and violently rejected, tossed backward in a force that belied any visible interjection that would have prevented him from moving forward through an entryway that mere moments prior to his appearance, so many others hand come and gone freely, and without obstruction. The instant in which he was tossed aside, a sudden spark of heat could be felt to the air; a tingle like an electric charge that suggested a force of energy had washed over the very atmosphere surrounding the Gate. The man's body skid across the cobble-paved road, his lungs incapable of exasperating any cry of agony or surprise from the sudden punishment he had received. Despite his situation, his hand remained firmly clenched against his cloak, all the while bringing his once hidden left hand out just enough to grip hold of the tip of the cloak's hood, yanking it down with rabid haste, desperate to keep his visage away from prying eyes..
Both disgruntled and bewildered, the man gave little more than a moment of ponder before he stood back up and attempted to approach the Gate once more. This time, while his rejection was still true, he was not tossed aside, but instead met with a force that responded to his very presence like that of a rejecting polarity between two opposing magnetized states; a force so dense that he could press his head against it in an effort to prop his exhausted husk of a body against it. In doing so, he shifted his gaze, one that was both bloodshot and violently jaundice, in all directions as if seeking someone -anyone- that he could spot that may be of importance. In doing so, his attention found the mark of a nearby figure, cloaked and shrouded similarly to himself..
While the presence of bodies were notable scattered all throughout the surrounding region of the Gate amid its courtyards, all basking in their daily bliss that was undisturbed amid the peace that was brought by the divine Goddess of Wisdom, one curious observation could be made for any who may have lingered much longer than a few moments and had an inquisitive gaze: There was seemingly zero militarized presence anywhere amid the loosely spotted crowds. There were no guards stationed at the Gates themselves, none making paces along the pathways in any form of patrol, nor any arranged overhead among the ramparts of the Gate or its neighboring walls. What could possibly instill such peace and serenity and not be challenged in such a blatant lack of proper security measures that one might see anywhere else?
As if to spite this known characteristic in the face of the moment it was recognized, someone could be seen rushing toward the Gate from the outer path that led inland toward the center of the Gate's entrance. They appeared.. distressed, more than they appeared any form of excitable or even threatening. In tattered rags for clothing that were once whole, instead were now blanketed in a ferocious collection of cuts, scrapes and tears that all resembled the onslaught of what could only be identified as an attack made by some wild beast, or perhaps a flurry of blades..
The estranged man, heavy of breath, caught the attention of several bystanders as he flocked passed each in an effort to position himself through the Gates, all the while mumbling through hungry gasps for breath "p-Please.. h-Help. p-Please.. h-Help." The eerie rattle of his words carried him desperately closer and closer to the Gate. While his form seemed difficult to discern amid his panicked pace, a few characteristics were easily identified: The tattered cloak he wore seemed less intended to stave off the elements, but rather to shroud that to which was underneath. Crimson-brown stains could be seen all along his attire, yet no visible injuries could be seen without further investigation. Yet with every step the man took, his right hand held tightly clenched to his chest, gripping hold of the shabby cloak as if in an effort to sustain its position around his person, while the other remained desperately tucked beneath the cloak. Little could be identified of his overall figure, aside from a greyish paleness that clung to what little of his skin could be seen..
As the man finally approached the Gate and was ready to pass through it in anxious eagerness, he was abruptly and violently rejected, tossed backward in a force that belied any visible interjection that would have prevented him from moving forward through an entryway that mere moments prior to his appearance, so many others hand come and gone freely, and without obstruction. The instant in which he was tossed aside, a sudden spark of heat could be felt to the air; a tingle like an electric charge that suggested a force of energy had washed over the very atmosphere surrounding the Gate. The man's body skid across the cobble-paved road, his lungs incapable of exasperating any cry of agony or surprise from the sudden punishment he had received. Despite his situation, his hand remained firmly clenched against his cloak, all the while bringing his once hidden left hand out just enough to grip hold of the tip of the cloak's hood, yanking it down with rabid haste, desperate to keep his visage away from prying eyes..
Both disgruntled and bewildered, the man gave little more than a moment of ponder before he stood back up and attempted to approach the Gate once more. This time, while his rejection was still true, he was not tossed aside, but instead met with a force that responded to his very presence like that of a rejecting polarity between two opposing magnetized states; a force so dense that he could press his head against it in an effort to prop his exhausted husk of a body against it. In doing so, he shifted his gaze, one that was both bloodshot and violently jaundice, in all directions as if seeking someone -anyone- that he could spot that may be of importance. In doing so, his attention found the mark of a nearby figure, cloaked and shrouded similarly to himself..
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"y-You there.. Stranger.. Please, what love for Gods or Humanity you may have.. please.. h-Help me.." The man's voice carried with it like a croak, rumbling in a bizarre combination of both sharply dry, and sickeningly moist, as if an illness were ever present within his very throat that needed pried out. As his head pressed fervently against the repelling force, a crimson fluid seemed to begin trickling down his visage as his hood was pushed backward from his awkward posture. Ever so slightly the light would reflect across his pale, scaling, puss-riddled.. fungus? His very face was deformed and giving way to cracks in his flesh that was instead nesting what could only be identified as a variety of fungal masses that were sprouting from his very skin. Some were dormant and shriveled, as if like scabs awaiting to flake off on their own, while others almost seemed as if they were breathing.. Eagerly growing ever so steadily as it seemed to feast upon he who was its host.
All the while that this scene took place, several of the bystanders who previously lingered in the Courtyards undisturbed now rushed to clear the scene out of concern for what may come of this man's presence, as if knowing full well what may come next and trained to diligently make way for such an outcome. While the man leaned into the ever rejecting force, others were able to pass freely through the Gate, undisturbed by anything similar to what he seemed to fight against, suggesting that no mere forcefield was at play that took effect the moment the man appeared or attempted to pass, but instead one that somehow knew how to identify some characteristic about this individual, and had every intention to prevent him from entering the safety of the Empire in front of him..
All the while that this scene took place, several of the bystanders who previously lingered in the Courtyards undisturbed now rushed to clear the scene out of concern for what may come of this man's presence, as if knowing full well what may come next and trained to diligently make way for such an outcome. While the man leaned into the ever rejecting force, others were able to pass freely through the Gate, undisturbed by anything similar to what he seemed to fight against, suggesting that no mere forcefield was at play that took effect the moment the man appeared or attempted to pass, but instead one that somehow knew how to identify some characteristic about this individual, and had every intention to prevent him from entering the safety of the Empire in front of him..
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Choose between what is right and what is easy.
He wasn't sure what he expected, yet what unfolded surely wasn't this. Casting his eyes towards the commotion in the distance, Akira could see a figure pushing through the crowds towards the gate. Their clothes tattered, yet they seemed to cling to them like they held his life force. A feeling of apprehension grasped at Akira as he saw the figure approach. Something really felt off about this whole situation. There was no sign of intervention, not guards, not patrols.. he was just left to his own panicked state.
As he grew closer, his appearance became worrying. At first he seemed a victim to the harsh world that now existed even 2 years after the fall. There was something tearing at Akira though. That face. His skin. The colour. Something was off. What kind of aliment was that? Why were they trying to cover the rest of their skin? What were they from, or two? Many questions spiraled in his mind. He'd seen something like this before... when?
A shiver ran down his spine. No. It couldn't be. Those cursed times. The child that healed. The plagued world.. no... not again.
Panic gripped him stripping the air from his lungs for a moment. His face covered by his mask hid his anxiety. Fear for a repeat of that catastrophic event. He began moving towards the gate before the man could reach it.
He wouldn't make it.
Should he use his powers now to intervene? Was this the time? Was this a test? Was this why there were no guards? Were they trying to make him move. What should he do?
His hesitation slowed him too much. The man reached the gate. Not like this....
Before he could be consumed by the dread that boiled deep within his heart, the man was flung back by an unseen force. The more he forced against it at the great gate, the more it pushed him from it. Yet, something was odd. The field wasn't stopping any one else. Akira slowed a moment and began to focus on the man in the cloak:
As he grew closer, his appearance became worrying. At first he seemed a victim to the harsh world that now existed even 2 years after the fall. There was something tearing at Akira though. That face. His skin. The colour. Something was off. What kind of aliment was that? Why were they trying to cover the rest of their skin? What were they from, or two? Many questions spiraled in his mind. He'd seen something like this before... when?
A shiver ran down his spine. No. It couldn't be. Those cursed times. The child that healed. The plagued world.. no... not again.
Panic gripped him stripping the air from his lungs for a moment. His face covered by his mask hid his anxiety. Fear for a repeat of that catastrophic event. He began moving towards the gate before the man could reach it.
He wouldn't make it.
Should he use his powers now to intervene? Was this the time? Was this a test? Was this why there were no guards? Were they trying to make him move. What should he do?
His hesitation slowed him too much. The man reached the gate. Not like this....
Before he could be consumed by the dread that boiled deep within his heart, the man was flung back by an unseen force. The more he forced against it at the great gate, the more it pushed him from it. Yet, something was odd. The field wasn't stopping any one else. Akira slowed a moment and began to focus on the man in the cloak:
Perception Check
Perception check: 10
Rinnegan +1
Yin/Yang sensory +2
Total: 13
Perception check: 10
Rinnegan +1
Yin/Yang sensory +2
Total: 13
Upon closer inspection, the fungus, while near alien in nature, something about it seems grotesquely familiar in a way that you can't quite put your finger on.. Yet something gnawing at you suggests that any interaction with the man on a physical level could result in you suffering a fate much similar to his own current predicament. Despite all of this, however, you can't help but think back and wonder.. where did he come from and how did no one notice him until now?
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It was unlike that rot in many ways. While disgusting to look at, the man's face was more a fungus not of this world. What could it be? It was like he knew, yet the more he focused the further his memories ran from him. Where did it come from? What would happen if he were to touch it? He needed to be careful.Aiming to blend back into the ground, Akira moved to turn away before the plagued figure spoke to him seeking help. The plea froze him. Could he just walk away? Was this about helping someone or was this about not reliving the hell of his past. He could feel the sweat moving down his face under his mask as the panic settled in. What should he do? Could he heal it? Was it healable? Was it contagious?
More than anything, why did no one notice this? He couldn't just leave him, and he couldn't just help him. Instead he slowly approached him. More than anything he needed answers.
"Sir, calm down. Your fear will only serve to worsen what ever that is. You need to take a moment." Akira spoke slowly. "I'll do what I can do help within my power, but I need you to calm down. There is attention here that you do not wish to seek. Going off what surrounds us and prevents you from passing, I feel we need to resolve what ever seems to hinder you so." He needed the man to calm himself and become national. "Lets take a moment. My name is Akira, what is yours?"
If he could get the man to talk, he could work towards resolving this with little to no issues or attention.
