Saijinst (057)


Oct 1, 2010

This relatively heavily forested area is said to have rain almost every day of the year, making its almost impossible to find those who do not wish to be found. This has made Saijinst an attractive retreat or hideout for criminals and other undesirables, and thus a dangerous place to visit. These often venture into the surrounding areas as well, in search of money or supplies. They grow a special type of lyme grass here, in the narrow strips between sand and soil, that can be used in textiles.


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Aug 18, 2012

With his stomach now rumbling Roo regretted not stopping to enjoy a quick full course meal in the sunny pastures of Wondong. Hopping from tree branch to tree branch in a downpour of rain within the heavily forested area that is Saijinst, Roo hastily speed to the next territory ahead of him with a side goal in mind of satiating his hunger.

*Rumble, Rumble*

Tsch, damn this place sucks balls. You would think the numerous trees would provide enough cover from the rain too, tst, useless.



May 28, 2014
King of Magic, Solomon

"You are troubled, my Lord?"

Solomon drew a sharp breath as the voice of Goetia, the Demon God King, dragged him back to reality. He had been day dreaming; or more accurately, he had been pondering the future. The Mage King's heart weighed heavily on him as he sat at the base of the great tree keeping him sheltered from most of the rainfall. His eyes flicked to the left, gazing upon Goetia as if to reply, and then drifted back toward the ground at his feet. "We share a mental bond, my king." It was true after all; Solomon couldn't hide his true thoughts from his familiar, even if he used every ounce of his mental strength to keep the Demon God King out of the deepest recesses of his mind. But he remained silent nonetheless, opting to simply continue staring at the ground rather than speak or acknowledge what was weighing on his mind. But it was something that not even he could ignore, for he had seen it: the end. It deeply troubled him, not because he had seen it, but because he did not understand how or why. It was shrouded, an enigma wrapped in both light and darkness so that not even he, the King of Magic, could fully give meaning or reason to it. All he knew were the connections that bound the events together: the bounties, the necromancers, and Midnight Island. He repeated them in his mind over and over again, as they were not isolated incidents but interconnected events that somehow came together in tandem. It was a difficult sensation for Solomon, something he hadn't felt since he met the fraternal twins Galahad and Amara. He clutched the bounty poster directing these Candidates to capture people from Tazuma in his left hand, crumpling it as his knuckles turned white briefly. Solomon wouldn't let his panicking or cowardice get in the way, resolving himself to investigate these events from afar.

"Hah. So you've decided to act?" The Demon God King stood from his own place of rest, towering above Solomon.

"Not yet. There are too many questions, too many loose ends. We must exercise patience." He replied frankly, with his mind still partially drifting off in his own thoughts as the image of the cloaked figure flashed in his mind. "Hmph..." Goetia simply replied with a mental grunt, displaying some level of frustration at Solomon's persistent lack of will for decisive action. The two even knew of the woman that had been captured at Midnight Island, blood drawn from her helpless body. Even a sight such as that had failed to thrust the Mage King into action, simply acknowledging her plight and the horror largely emotionless, offering nothing more than a mere expression of surprise: huh. The Demon God King's reaction was radically different, expressing anger and shock as he viewed the events through Solomon's mind and watched the young woman be helplessly harvested for blood for a nefarious design. It was only natural that he felt an urge to act, for it was how the King of Magic had designed him after all: the Human Order Correction Ritual. His ultimate purpose was to intervene on behalf of mankind during their time of great need. It vexed Goetia to no end, for it seemed that the threshold for Solomon to rush to action was infinitely higher than his own.

"Then perhaps we should leave here? We can't accomplish much staying in this rain forest."

"Yeah, you're right." He focused chakra in his left hand, using the basic sealing skill to store the bounty poster in his consciousness. Then he finally stood up from the base of the tree, brushing off his damp robes of the water and grass that had nestled themselves in the silks. "I won't accomplish anything sulking all day." He smiled, looking toward Goetia. Whether or not the Demon God King cared, he needed to change the mood. For days what he had seen bothered him to no end. But it was just as Goetia said, they couldn't accomplish anything where they were anyway, and acting hopeless and defeated would help little in the face of such adversity. Goetia did not respond to Solomon's smile, knowing very well that it was feigned, impossible to hide from the familiar. Perhaps he shouldn't have created it to have such an intimate connection to Solomon? But it was the most efficient way to establish close connections to Goetia, and the 72 Demon Gods that composed him. "We'll travel eastward, toward our home." Solomon had spent over 400 years on the Western mainland since he had left Tobusekai. Israel was nothing more than forgotten ruins now in the far east, but whenever the King of Magic traveled in that direction he couldn't help but feel some tinge of nostalgia. It was one of the many instances of human emotion he had started to experience when he removed the shackles that monarchy had placed on him. To this day, even after so many years, those feelings had yet to get old. It wasn't uncommon for him to reminisce on these feelings either. Solomon would frequently day dream about the past, thinking of his wife Sheba and their love, his son Rehoboam, or even that bastard mage Merlin.

The wet grass and mud under his feet proved problematic for the barefooted Grand Caster as he stood up, nearly slipping back down to the impression he left in his seat under the tree. The slip caused Goetia to simply look over, grunting in disappointment at Solomon's expense. But before he could fall back to the earth Solomon simply levitated himself. It was a convenient means of travel for him, a mage that refuses to wear any form of footwear regardless of the terrain or weather. The two wandered eastward, toward the shores of the Western mainland, pondering in each other's thoughts.

( Han'you Fūin ) - Generic Sealing Technique
Rank: B-Rank
Type: Supplementary , Defensive
Range: Short
Chakra cost: 20
Damage points: N/A
Description: This technique is a standard ninja skill which allows a ninja to summon an assortment of items or weapons that have been stored using Fūinjutsu,typically they are stored within scrolls. When needed, the owner will activate the seals releasing their item or weapon of choice. Scrolls can also be used as ammunition for other weapons. The items themselves are unaffected by time. This Technique allows the user to seal any weapons they wish being their own or opponents.
Note: Cannot seal opponent's custom weapons, or the special weapons of a particular character ( example: Samehada or Kubikiribocho ).
Note: Can only seal corpses, and not injured people regardless of the extent of their injury.
( Furaito no Jutsu ) - Flight Technique
Type: Supplementary
Rank: A
Range: Short - Long
Chakra: 30 ( -10 per turn )
Damage: N/A
Description: Through the use of their chakra, the user gains the ability of unsupported flight and levitation. The user moves and maneuvers at his running speed. This can be used upon activation as a means of dodging attacks but afterwards cannot be utilized like such.
Note: This can be used by canon Otsutsuki clan bios, canon Otsutsuki noted to have flight, and Juubi Jinchuriki bios.
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Mar 12, 2014
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Passing through the forest, Ozymandias took shelter under the larger trees, not wanting to further sully his attire. He'd cling to the thicker trees, the dense canopy shielding his body from the constant rain as he moved into the next area.