| (( Warning: May/does contain plenty of Grammatical sins )) - Sounds of breaking pottery - Restock! The air was damp in the underground training facility, warm air seeping in from the ventilation had caused some undesirable results with the atmosphere of the Kuromachi complex, the baking sun of heating the sparsely shaded island had caused the discomfort of the underground denizens seasonally for as long as they had existed here, most of said denizens were now mostly spending their times relaxing somewhere on surface or dealing with anything not related with going into a damp cellar. However for the unfortunate souls stuck with keeping the range supplied with targets, there was no such rest to be had. Meikaika had spent many months in the care of his family and doctors but the moment he had been able to walk he had spent every waking time ether studying or training. He had once been lax in such things, he had never really needed to fight, no, even now he knew he could avoid conflict for the rest of his life perhaps if he only tried. - More noise as yet more cheap pottery is smashed across the floor - But he had realized laying in bed for so long that there had been something missing, first he had thought he was obsessed with revenge, and yet while a factor indeed, he had realized it had served as a wake-up call, in one way he should thank him. - A Cascade of sound breaks the rare silence as the rest of the targets break apart - Restock! |
KantarellJan 14, 2015 3:11 PM
| Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you. And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will. (Work in progress) |
| The servants hurried across the polished wooden floor of the range, carrying or sweeping away cheap pottery, broken or otherwise. They quickly replaced the targets as they had done countless times today, hanging different shapes of brown crusty pottery, if what could only be described as the result of children playing with the remains of the potter fathers leftovers, at-least most of them were hollow, though for the purpose they had it was all they needed to be. Spread them a bit more out! One of the workers swept some sweat of his brow, muttering some curse as he started to work one of wires to which the pottery was attached. A small hook/grab followed by a wire that stretched up into thin opens lines in the ceeling which allowed the wires to be moved along specific routes, it was quite crude and required some maneuvering to avoid the different wires running into one another as they were being moved as there were only so many paths to take, however the servants had it down and quickly followed up on the order by simply pushing the different wires apart by an equal distance, the pottery was then attached before the servant raised or lowered the wire to its preferred height. Ultimately the two simple options of customization allowed for a fast way to create an near infinite number of target displays. Thats fine! Just lower B12 to B6s height. The servants did their last adjustments before disappearing into a lightly concealed entrance at the very back of the range, leaving Meikaika alone, not just for safety but also because they were not kuromachi and thus not allowed to witness anything related to the bloodline. Actually even most Kuromachi could not freely enter anything he or anyone from the upper part of the family currently resided in, there was a strict hierarchy in the family based on your relation to the clan-head, a boorish system that had made worthy men bow for the unworthy a few too many times, and forced some poor fool or fools to guard entrances wherever he went to make sure people knew and was warned of his presence there, Meikaika did not mind this feature of noble life at all, in-fact he could not wait for even his helpful servants to clear out, his brow furled annoyed for every little delay or mishap that caused them to stay any longer than they had to. When they had finaly left he drew and emptied air from his lunges, slowly taking in his targets as he he reassembled himself into the mind-set he was looking for, calling onto his focus at anytime was an important a lesson for him as any, one he was constantly working on as he was practicing his new bloodline abilities, abilities which he knew was only the tip of the iceberg, his ambitions for where his bloodlines could take him felt never-ending, but for now he had to focus on the hard basics. [i]I need to perfect this..[/b] |
| Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you. And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will. (Work in progress) |
| I Must.. His hands shuddered as he forced his long sleeved arms into a seal, it did't matter which it was just a point of focus for him, one he really did't need anymore, especially with his condition it seemed pointless to others yet his body spitefully repeated the action meanwhile his mind focused on allowing chakra to flow more freely into his third realm, the titivation was signaled by a flare of red in his eyes, it quickly died down but will re-light again whenever he would move non-standard amounts of chakra around, the more chakra funneled the brigther the flare, the light in his eyes actualy glowed faintly, making them visible at night, though a simple habit of blinking could counter this weakness if it really came down to it. Ive yet to come up with a name.. Should I? A flare of red announced something was going on beneath the seems and like advertised a black mass started forming on his back. He went slow this time, allowing himself some feeling of the process again as he went through the motions of allowing the chosen chakra points in his body to open a channel into the third realm; the result was a rift between the main dimension and his own, the very basic that allowed for all of the bloodlines "corporal" abilities, which mainly consisted ether of projection or "injection", a third more rare skill (common in the old storyline) was the advanced form of projection, instead of just exhuming objects, it is possible to exhume parts of the dimension itself; out of the rift and into the physical world, This was the secret behind Mei's new ability, This is but my first form No Jutsu..? Four black hands rose out of the black vortexes that had formed on his shoulders, the color they seemed to extrude like a glow covered up the vortexes completely, it seemed to you that anything it touched would lose its light and diasspear.(The reason for the coloring is due to the similar nature of black holes, its trapping light, just not exactly by the same laws of gravity which would make it seem very silly indeed.) His eyes were bright red now, the glow blinked at a nice constant rate, naturally indicating that Mei was actively redirecting chakra to maintain this extension of "self" into the real world. Hydra's bane? The arms extended freely around the room as he played with his limits, stretching and pushing the arms in every direction, if they collided they simply went through one another and kept going, but as one suddenly turned and approached a vase which did not have such a pleasant fate in-store, instead it exploded into pieces as the hand shot straight through, the bad clay shedding like dust around its shape. If I focus on injection, mixing it with my projection, my arms can strike. Like one the four arms exploded into action, the one with one kill to its name eagerly twisted unnaturally, folding in on itself as it did a complete turn to a vase it had passed on its way to its first mark, smashing it just as the three others pierced their own marks at a straight angle with the spear and angle of a slightly lazy spear throw, two of the ones nearest to the center went on to shoot upwards to hit the far reach targets while the one that proven quite agile went on to soar towards the last target of the outer ring, leaving but a single group in the middle and three lined up at the very end of the range. The hand that had been left behind at the far left of the room had taken the time to swing up, its size had doubled and like a giants arm it proceeded to sweep along the floor, mowing down the middle batch in a single stroke. As it did this the remaining three hands all snapped backwards in a snake-like fashion, rearing their palms like the head of vipers. If I focus solely on projection for even a slight moment, my arms can launch! Vortexes appeared within the void of the black palms, and for a moment they light up in bright white as a sudden explosion of movement appeared from within the three whirling gates, three white lines pierced the damp air, three wooden bolts with metal tips broke through the last remaining vases in a perfectly executed throw, the bright flash of white dissipated almost as quickly as it had appeared. And with a little bit of recklessness.. Then as, just as he had destroyed the vases two hidden dispensers fired a number of harmless practice bolts, but Mei had no intention of being hit but he refused to move on his own, the arm that had not joined in one the firing came to the rescue instead, grabbing ahold of Mei by the bak of his garment, no longer the fine silk he used to wear but armor that held firm as it stressed under the grip of the black hand as it threw him up into the air and out of harms way, the three remaining swept in as he fell and provided him a comfortably decelerated fall. The possibilities are endless...! |
| Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you. And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will. (Work in progress) |
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