Butcher Pete [open]

[Shinrya Riko]

Komora was feeling frustrated. Consumed by things that she couldn’t quite understand, and a sense of stagnation that she couldn’t control. It felt gnawing. Hungry. Devouring. Cutting things with her knife wasn’t enough. She put her hands over her face, allowing her eyes to peak through her fingers as she walked around trying to see and not see at the very same moment. The feeling was building until she could hardly take it anymore.

She ran out into the middle of the hallway and with a maddening look in her eyes, she pulled out a kunai she had managed to get her hands on and began to hack at the while screaming at the top of her lungs. At first it was uncontrolled. Her kunai dug a random pattern of lines that she quickly began to see something in. Yes… there was something more to these random lines. She just needed to… needed to… yes… she could draw something with them. IT was art.

She began to draw an image of the school through the cut marks, acting as the shading for the shadows she perceived on the outside. Then, once she was finished with her creation she began to hack it into little pieces until the sheet rock began to fall off of the wall, and the hole began to gape wide. The NPCs were too scared to participate at all. Now that she had a moment of clarity, she caught her breath. She looked at the kunai in her hand and then at the massive mess that she had created. She was angry with herself now. She placed her hand against one of the wooden beams that was previously hidden by the sheet rock. Without even a second thought she thrust the kunai straight into the middle of her hand, pinning herself to the beam.

It was stuck good. She couldn’t pull it out. She quickly grew bored and decided to take a nap. She slid down to the floor with her hand still raised in position and leaned her head against the wall. She closed her eyes…

SO BORING.
OOC:

Join if you want. Komora doesn't care.
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[Suzuki Setsu]

Tama walked through the grounds of the academy, it had been a long day, and she was looking forward to actually getting to spend some time with her newest sibling. But she hadn't been there so the chuunin had gone a-searchin'. Tama had been meaning to do this for some time, and had even brought back a bunch of swords for her, the older Mochizuki had heard she liked sharp and/or pointy objects and thought they could bond over things that maimed other things. However, that plan was moot, as the entirety of her collection was now scattered in a clearing along with carpet of caracpaced carcasses. Still, Tama was not known for a lack of back-up plans. Well she was, but she was also known for coming up with back-up plans on the fly, and being extremely lucky.

This was one such moment. After her visit to the hospital for body-shopping, she had acquired the ability to mold her skeleton into other shapes rather than the standard human one. And while it still caused her to flinch from the pain, she was gradually becoming used to the macabre ability. And it was through this ability she was going to make Komora's day.
Or scar her for life. Tama honestly didn't know her sister well enough to gauge how this would go down.

Tama had eaten a lot of milk and broccoli and other food rich in calcium beforehand, she figured she was going to need it for this. if all went well, maybe they could go kill some things together, for bonding. The problem was, where had her errant little sister had gone off to? However, this problem was soon circumvented by the Mochizuki family trait, making trouble and causing a scene. Several extras were hanging about the school building muttering about a possible murder? Or suicide? Or, actually Tama didn't really care what it was, it sounded interesting enough to be a diversion from the sister-hunt.

Upon entering the building, Tama found the student pinned to the wall. She looked similar to the description she had been given, but Tama hadn't actually seen her newest sibling yet. So she had to make sure it was Komora. Mochizuki-style. Tama pulled out a deerstalker hat and a magnifying glass, and after donning her impromptu costume began a one-shinobi show. "Wot, wot? What have we here Wa-tama?" She then swapped out her headgear for a bowler before continuing, "Why it looks like a vicious battle took place here, Sheerluck Tama? Obviously the poor girl here was ruthlessly attacked by some nefarious individual." Off came the bowler and the deerstalker returned. "Ah Watama, to the untrained eye it would appear so, but if you look closely, you'll find the truth is quite different." "Really?" "Elementary, my dear Watama. You see the calluses on the hand there, this individual is clearly experienced with a blade despite her young age, and despite the end scene, virtually every other place on the wall is untouched. For someone as skilled as she wouldn't the battle have progressed elsewhere? No the culprit is none other than," Tama posed dramatically, "my cute little sister, Mochizuki Komora!"

Hopefully, if Tama was correct in her assumption that it was in fact her younger sister, she would wake at the sound of her name and maybe recognize her? Or something, Tama hadn't planned that far in advance.

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[Shinrya Riko]

Komora wasn’t really paying attention to the happenings around her. Yet she did hear her name. A name that had been yelled at her more often than it had been spoken, and this time, it was spoken. She lazily looked over at Tama. She reminded Komora of Tomo, whom had stolen the knife from the grave that her mother had always told her that she wasn’t supposed to touch. She got up, her hand still pinned to the wall, but it seemed that she had forgotten for a brief moment as she tried to walk towards Tama, with a curious expression on her face. Her progression was stopped when her arm yanked at her body with a twinge of pain. Oh right. The knife was still in her hand.

The girl looked at it briefly. She hadn’t really thought about where she had stabbed. She sighed, frustrated with her frustrated self. There were times were she felt like her emotions overpowered her ability to move her own body. This had been one of those times, and now she had her hand pinned to a wooden beam. Still, all things considered she had been lucky. Her fingers tenderly searched her flesh while her eyes turned back to Tama. No tendons had been harmed, as the kunai had gone immediately into the middle of her palm. However – she determined that hadn’t gotten away free of injury. Aside from the obvious injury where she had stabbed herself in the hand, she detected that the kunai was actually embedded into an artery. She was sure that she could just slide her hand and let the blade cut through the webbing and allow her hand to be free of being pinned but she estimated that there were at least two veins and any number of capillaries that would also be cut in that process.

”Komora is hurt.” She stated as though it were an observation she was making on another individual.

Komora was quite reckless, but she knew what would happen if she lost all of her blood. She would stop moving. Like so many of the things she had secretly carved up. That and her savant nature was also why she knew so extensively about the insides of her own hand. One had to wonder though, who lost a hand so that Komora could learn about the insides of a hand. Except when Komora looked at her hand and the knife sticking out of it, something strange clicked in her. This was the first time she had ever felt the pain a kunai could give. It was quite shocking really. She had never imagined that the sharp objects could inflict pain like it was to her.

She didn’t feel bad for all the things she had cut up before, because she was only able to think of her own pain. This… hurt… maybe swords weren’t nice? Oh well, at least if she stopped moving she could take a nap uninterrupted. The girl grabbed onto the knife with one hand and put both of her feet against the wall, pushing off of it in an attempt to make the weapon come loose. It was really stuck in there. She grunted and gave another tug, but it was difficult when her reach was limited by her pinned arm. And then, Ah! There it went. The Kunai began to give. With a sudden pop, Komora fell to the floor and the kunai skittered down the floor to Tama’s feet.

The younger of the Mochizuki stood. She examined her hand, and much as she had expected she was losing quite a lot of blood. Komora walked over to Tama at this time.

”Komora thinks you look like Tomo.” She seemed to have lost interest in the fact that she was bleeding, and was now getting blood all over herself as she ran her hand through her hair in order to get it out of her face.

 

[Kawakami Hotaru]

Why, some might ask, was she in the academy? Well the answer to this question is long one, she had been three years removed from the clutches of this place yet it was still a bi-monthly ritual to return, for penance you see. The gum under those desks still needed to be removed and there was no person better to do it than she, it seemed a grand seventeen suspensions didn't simply disappear upon graduation. No, they required years of attrition that she hadn't completed just yet. Now, normally one would think that such an upstanding citizen such as Chiyoko would have simply skipped out on her duties, but the honest truth was that she enjoyed her time at the academy despite her ever present outwardly spiteful disposition. It reminded her of times gone, of that fleeting sense of childhood one could never get back, and of course because it gave her ample opportunity to come back and flaunt her salutatorian status among her peers that had taken work teaching. How she managed that title was beyond even her, her time spent in an actual classroom was minuscule at best, her participation while in class was substandard, and there was that whole suspension situation. That said, she certainly wasn't complaining.


Today was a day like any other at the academy, or so she had thought finishing her most recent talk with the headmistress, another ritual of coming down to these hallowed training grounds, yet whispers of a bloody scene caught her attention. Against her better sense the young woman did not go back to grab the headmistress, it would probably take the woman a year to stand from her seat and make it out into the halls anyway, the woman was pushing a little over 40 now.

She had expected a scuffle between students, perhaps someone had exerted too much chakra and had melted one of their classmates into a pile of goop (something that seemed to happen at least once per student body), or perhaps someone had been stabbed. The latter was actually pretty close to what had happened, though when she thought of a stabbing it was generally one person to another, not self-inflicted.

Chiyoko certainly hadn't expected to see such a young girl, around Osu's age she guessed possibly a bit younger, leaking her juices all over the floor while speaking to one of Kumogakure's illustrious performers, who she could have sworn had just been yelling something about her sister being the culprit. The Mochizuki certainly were an odd group, or so she thought. The older and less bloody of the two was Mochizuki Tama, who she knew not through reputation but from having to repeatedly take a 50 question quiz on her twin Tomo, but this was a story for another time, though I'm sure it wouldn't take too many guesses to surmise the author of said quiz. The younger and leakier of the two she did not recognize, seemed likely that she was the sister the more flamboyant Mochizuki had been shouting about prior.

The whole situation was just odd enough for the girl to feel the need to hop in and see where it went, besides she couldn't simply let Leaky McLeakerton continue to spill all over the floors. The custodial force had enough bodily-fluids to deal with already. "Hey! Stop bleeding all over the floors, people have to clean that up." She shouted, as if the girl had any control as to where she bled.



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[Suzuki Setsu]

Komora is hurt.

“Yeah I can see that,” Tama responded drolly. Her little sister seemed to like the obvious. Tama could get that, she too enjoyed pointing out things people could see clear as day. Tama wasn't exactly perturbed about the whole injured situation as every member of the Mochizuki family seemed to possess some innate self-healing ability. It never occurred to Tama that the particular trait which allowed her reckless actions to result in simple scars instead of loss of life and limb might not be inherited by every sibling. So even when the younger Mochizuki yanked the kunai free, allowing that red liquid which drove Chigokai nuts to spill all over the academy floor, Tama remained nonchalant, and continued conversing with the bleeding girl.

Komora thinks you look like Tomo.

“No no no. You got it all wrong. Tomo looks like me. But as long as you think both of us look good, I'll let that misstep slide,” the chuunin playfully wagged a finger at the small hemorrhaging shinobi to be. Tama would normally have made a big fuss about being the older, more talented, and prettier one. But setting as this was Komora’s first time meeting her, and that Tomo had technically met her first, Tama had decided to be lenient based on the circumstances. What a magnanimous Onee-sama I am, she thought to herself smugly.

It was at this point another voice echoed throughout the hall. A voice that carried with it a sense of, ‘This is more entertaining than what I was doing prior.’ Of course, that isn't what was actually said. Officially, it was something about the state of the floor, which by now had a sizeable pool of Mochizuki blood covering it. To which Tama replied with the following:

“Ahh, don't worry it's not that much blood right?”

Then Tama realized that Komora was, in fact, still bleeding. Somewhere in the back of her mind, something finally clicked. “This is actually pretty bad. Isn't it?” she said flatly. When the newcomer didn't offer any immediate solutions, Tama began to brainstorm. There’s a hole, and it’s oozing blood. What do you do with holes? “That's it! Plug it up!” she cried aloud. The older Mochizuki grabbed Komora's hand, which was still oozing blood. Tama looked into Komora's eyes, her own slightly glowing as she said, “Don't move and I'll make the bleeding stop. Not too sure about the pain though.” One of the more peculiar abilities she had gained from the traumatic process of becoming a chimera was being able to temporarily seize control of people's nervous systems by emitting certain wavelengths of light from her eyes. Tama wasn't sure how it worked exactly, but when she looked at people with sparkly eyes they tended to listen to her more often. Of course it didn't always work, but it was worth a try. And if Komora refused to sit still, Tama could always mentally bind her. Still Tama was reluctant to actually do anything that forceful to her baby sister.

Next Tama stuck her index finger through the hole in Komora's hand and willed her bones to change shape. At first nothing happened, and Tama was afraid that her control over her newly acquired abilities wasn't as perfect as she had thought it to be. But slowly, Tama’s finger began to change shape, bone slowly extending from her finger and crawling around her sister's hand. Tama, still not used to the pain using the power of the Kaguya bloodline caused, winced slightly as the process completed. With a small pop, she released Komora's hand, “There! All done. That's a nifty little bone-daid if I do say so myself.” Around Komora's injured hand was a ring of bone, that was holding in place a plug which went all the way through Komora's holey hand. While not being able to stop the flow completely, at least Komora was not losing it at such a critical rate. Tama was also now missing a finger, but it would grow back.

“Bored person!” Tama called to Chiyoko, “Summon the blood bunny,” she said dramatically while striking a pose. “Also I don't believe you've had the pleasure of meeting me. I'm Mochizuki Tama, star performer of the Mochizuki Troupe, captain of the S.S. Shiri-tan, chuunin of Kumogakure, and Lord Protector and waifu of the Shogun. This here is my adorable little sister Komora. She doesn't have any titles yet, but we're working on that. On a totally unrelated note, I think red is totally her color.”

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[Shinrya Riko]

“No no no. You got it all wrong. Tomo looks like me. But as long as you think both of us look good, I'll let that misstep slide,” Komora, of course, didn’t really understand the clever words. She was clever too, but in her own way, and that was not the same way that Tama was. Which is to say, Komora was not clever in the understanding of words. Therefore, when Tama spoke Komora just looked at her blankly, as though the words were invisible and Tama hadn’t really said anything at all. Komora was about to say something in response when another voice made itself known. "Hey! Stop bleeding all over the floors, people have to clean that up." Komora looked at the floor. The words that the new person was saying felt empty to Komora as well, but there were a few interesting words in her sentence. Bleeding meant blood, and then there was the word floor. Hence why Komora looked at the floor and her own blood that was getting everywhere. “Ahh, don't worry it's not that much blood right?” Tama answered Chiyoko in Komora’s place. Komora raised her head and looked Chiyoko in the eyes before kicking at her own blood of the floor so it would splatter on Chiyoko. “This is actually pretty bad. Isn't it?” Tama added her observation after Komora had kicked the blood.

Komora glanced down her hand that was still bleeding. Thick beads of blood trailed down her arm as she held up her hand to get a better look at it. “That's it! Plug it up!” Tama decided on her own suddenly.Tama gripped Komora’s hand and gazed into her eyes. “Don't move and I'll make the bleeding stop. Not too sure about the pain though. Komora was used to being handled by the Mochizuki troupe, usually for her own good. But never before had a statement made her feel the way she did now. It was a strange feeling. She wanted to do what was said, but out of boredom with the words that Tama was speaking she hadn’t paid attention to them. Komora is bleeding. She answered, pointing to the blood coming out of her hand. Again it was more like a statement of fact than something Komora was actually worried about.

Tama stuck her finger through the hole in Komora’s hand. Komora was actually in a great deal of pain. Involuntary her eyes were watering, but she was too curious to be bothered by the pain. It was boring, and so she ignored it and watched the older of the Mochizukis perform what could be called “Ninja Magic”. “There! All done. That's a nifty little bone-daid if I do say so myself.” Komora was curious about the so called bone-daid. She brushed it lightly with her fingers and felt like it was threatening to come loose from one side. Tama then began to speak to the other person. Komora on the other hand felt something strange shiver down her spine. It was a unique feeling that she had never felt before. Her fingers and feet had begun to feel cold but she wasn’t sure exactly when that had started. Her little eyes began to feel heavy, and everything she did felt like she had a great weight attached to her. K…Komora feels… She said weakly, during Tama’s great speech.

Komora took a step forward. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her knees buckled beneath her own weight. She fell into Tama, which is fortunate for Komora as she would have fallen flat on her face otherwise. The youngest of the Mochizuki returned to consciousness a moment later. Komora doesn’t have any more blood. Is she going to sleep forever now? Her eyes began to droop. She was feeling really tired. Maybe some sleep wouldn’t be all that bad?


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[Osuteno]

Osu happened to be walking by the academy when he saw some of the students running and dragging people along looking rather excited. That was never good. Last time he had seen students rushing like that a student had ended up electrocuting himself to death practicing a jutsu he wasn't ready for. Or that time a student tried sword swallowing... He jumped up to the roof and ran in the direction where the students were gathering. There were always a couple each year who died of some foolishness even on the academy grounds, but if he wasn't too late already he would be able to save and maybe scold whoever was causing the scene at the end.As he ran across the rooftops his ears caught the sound of bleeding below him and created a medical assistant clone before hitting the ground.

He didn't have time to acknowledge Chiyoko Onee-San or Tama-San as his eyes were already locked onto the young girl leaning against Tama, she had lost far too much blood. His eyes shot to her hand the source of the ever wonderful flowing sound of... Osu shook his head and he rolled out a large scroll while the clone took the girl and laid her on it. "Remove whatever that is in her hand and repair the arteries before healing the wound itself use just enough to close the wound at that point. A little raw skin and a scar is better that killing the nerves by overloading them with chakra healing. I will work on replenishing the blood supply and reducing the shock on her system." The clone nodded and set to work doing just that.

Osu formed a set of hand seals then turned the girl's face directly towards his with one hand on the side of her face while the other was firmly clinging to her arm, having her look directly into his solid blood red, liquid looking eyes. "Relax and listen to me," the bunny-hooded child whispered as he hoped his genjutsu was beginning to take hold. "My name is Osuteno, a mednin. Your mind and your body must calm down, you haven't lost nearly as much blood as you think you have. Relax. Remember that little cut? Nothing you should worry about at all, you are just fine." The importance of this wasn't in the slightest to make the girl more comfortable, that would just be a pleasant side effect. No what he was doing, if she didn't manage to resist his little genjutsu which there was always a chance of, was tricking her body itself into thinking it was fine in order to prevent it going into shock from the blood loss. At the same time his own blood was entering her body through his contact with her arm. He was donating a little bit of it since he tested a bit and found her body would accept it, but was mostly going further into her body and seeking her marrow. It was a lucky thing Tama had recently been to the hospital as he had to figure out how to do this very thing then to assist her. Komora, if she was conscious enough, would feel her bone marrow get a little bit hot as he injected the nutrients she needed to produce her own blood and force her marrow into overtime. If he were anywhere near the hospital he could have taken her in for a gentler process but this would have to do.

Hopefully the genjutsu had taken hold as he quickly formed a new set of hand seals and put his hands on her chest as if he were about to do cpr. Her body would be flooded with anesthetic at this point in preparation for her blood to get a lot hotter. "Begin a general full body healing a pulse of mystical hands every 10 seconds for thirty seconds then stand by," Osu said to the clone as he moved his hands a good foot over Komora's body like he was doing some crazy sort of blood magic or something... Well actually... Anyway Komora's body would begin feeling really really hot as he forced her marrow to produce blood even faster and making sure her blood oxygen levels were still balanced. Good it seemed she would be just fine now if extremely uncomfortable and hungry for the next few days. "Listen, can you hear me? Can you tell me your name? Any family members? I am going to need to tell them you are going to need a lot of food over the next few days an to come in for a checkup. You were rather lucky I was walking by and for the fact I am a universal donor." Osu said jokingly with a small gentle smile. "If you are tired though just go ahead and rest, you will be okay now."

He then looked at his clone. "If she stays awake keep a dialogue with her, ask her what happened, but either way do a general scan of her body to make sure there aren't any other issues." He got one more nod from himself before he stood up and turned around to look, not at the small crowd of academy students who were about his age, but at the two people he knew. With a small polite bow Osu said, "It is good to see you Tama-San, Chiyoko Onee-San... Please tell me... You two have nothing to do with why this girl was bleeding out... right? I mean do you know who she is, what happened?" The question ended rather nervously.

He wasn't exactly accusing either of them, but dangerous things did occur often enough around the two of them as individuals for Osu to at least feel the need to be worried about what might occur when they were together. Actually, as far as he knew, he had never heard that these two knew each other. What were they doing at the academy anyway?

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[Kawakami Hotaru]

The puddle accosting the ground was quite a good amount, enough to illicit worry from the girl despite what the elder Mochizuki was bantering about, "Enough that the custodians are going to have to bring out the kitty-litter." she chided though before she could continue the blank faced child had already spattered her shins with her liquid, not cool. It was a rare feeling for the girl to want to put her hands on a child, but this one had already sparked her ire, thoughts of Chuck Norris style Round Housing the little girl through a wall plagued her thoughts, though she refrained as another assault and battery charge did not bode well for her. Instead she stared at the little Mochizuki cockeyed clearly irritated by her response, I mean, who does that? All the while the older Mochizuki, Tama she recalled once again, had finally began to get a grasp on the situation and that it was actually fairly bad, "Pretty bad, yep." she replied grinding her teeth and still doing her best to not exacerbate the young one's injury.

What happened next only served to prove her earlier assessment of the Mochizuki, that they were an inexplicably strange group that should likely be avoided if possible, without second thought Tama stuck her finger in the wound which Chiyoko couldn't help but slightly cringe at, it was like a scene from one of those crappy old mafia movies where the big bad boss stuck a finger in the gallant protag's wound to extract some vital information from them, a painful experience at best. Then came the strangeness of this world as the girl's finger, if you could call it that now, seemed to pop off within the wound creating a makeshift plug of sorts, something which the girl had never seen before and was evidently puzzled by as one could tell by the expression on her face. Her gaze shifted from Komora back to Tama and her now missing finger, then back to Komora utterly perturbed by what she had just seen, though she did partly wish to have some strange powers like that instead of simply being able to smack someone around until unconsciousness.

Further confusion settled upon her face as Tama commanded her to summon 'The Blood Bunny', what in the love of Raiden was this crazy ass woman talking about? Of course before she could possibly ask the talkative Mochizuki continued as flamboyantly as ever explaining who she was, her titles, relation to her sister, and oh God when was she going to shut up?...Wait did she just say 'waifu of the Shogun'?...Those Mochizuki, they never ceased to surprise. Komora had already proceeded to falling into her sisters arms, which despite her earlier grievances with the little wench was admittedly kawaii, then came the Blood Bunny as if actually summoned by command. The whole situation was turning into one of those weird Fisstech dreams that one can never remember upon awakening, was any of this actually happening? Chiyoko couldn't even comment on the oddity of the situation before her Nee-Chan set to working on the younger Mochizuki, he was as fast as ever.

Eschewing from helping the young boy, he was more than capable and she was nothing more than a hindrance in situations that didn't require someone being stabberized, Chiyoko instead decided to address the elder Mochizuki doing her best to remain nonchalant to the fact that her little friend was effectively doing field surgery a couple feet away from her, "And I am Wakahisa Chiyoko, Bane of Marsh Reavers, protector of the innocence of children, Chuunin of Kumogakure, deposer of aristocracy, self aggrandizing alcoholic, and all around horrible person. I assure you the pleasure is all yours." she was decidedly more sardonic in her response than Tama's and could barely stifle rolling her eye at the Mochizuki's bravado.

Nee-Chan managed to finish his procedures drawing her into a conversation about who or what had injured the mini Mochizuki, and to her chagrin she could actually claim to have not been the cause of someone's bodily harm for once, "Wasn't me, I was just in the neighborhood." she shrugged as in the dark as to what had happened as the newcomer was. "Heard some ruckus from the students about someone bleeding so I came to check it out, ended up with the little girl, Komora, kicking her fluids all over my shins. Kind of irritated about that, to be honest." Seriously, who does that?


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[Suzuki Setsu]

Right on cue, he arrived. The Blood Bunny himself, Uso-pyon, the Chibi-medic, Master of Things That Are Red and Liquid-y. Alright that last one needs some work, she thought to herself. Chigokai Osuteno immediately got to work at patching up the younger of the two present Mochizuki.

Tama felt relieved that she wouldn't be attending a funeral in the near future, and made sure to stay out of Osu’s way, unless she was needed for a blood transfusion. But then she remembered, he was the Blood Bunny. Blood was just as much his thing as bones were becoming hers. Instead she was addressed by the newcomer, who seemed to have taken a position similar to Tama’s, that being keeping a safe distance from the lifesaving.

Tama listened intently to the woman introduce herself as Wakahisa Chiyoko, among various other titles. Tama grudgingly had to admit some of them were more impressive than her own. Still the chuunin was grateful for Chiyoko not drawing attention back to the fact that her younger sister had almost died, and keeping the mood light. The sardonic tone of her counterpart's response was completely lost on Tama however.

Chiyoko was saved from a counter title barrage by Osuteno, as he had begun to attempt to figure out why everyone was here and what exactly happened to Komora. The cynical chuunin gave a quick rundown of the course of events that had culminated in their current predicament, with which Tama agreed. “What she said, I was searching for my li’l sis, and heard there was an attempted murder or something. So I came to gawk and make detective comments. I honestly didn't expect both the culprit and the victim to be one and the same, as well as my sister. Talk about a plot twist,” she shrugged her shoulders as she finished. She regarded the blood spattered clothes everyone had at this point before thinking to herself, Maybe red is all of our color.

A few seconds later she remembered something was missing from her left hand. “Ah! Osuso-pyon! Can I get my finger back now? I mean you don't need it anymore right? I know I could totally just grow a new one, but…,” Tama held her digit short hand out to the boy, hoping he'd stick on back on quickly. While waiting, she called out to Komora, “Oi! Imouto! Feeling better yet?”

 

[Shinrya Riko]

At the moment, Komora was feeling extremely drowsy, but she still found the energy to giggle at the appearance of two boys. The bone-daid that was provided by Tama was popped out of her hand. Komora didn’t have any fondness for it, but it did sting a little. "My name is Osuteno, a mednin. Your mind and your body must calm down, you haven't lost nearly as much blood as you think you have. Relax. Remember that little cut? Nothing you should worry about at all, you are just fine." The chosen one, called the blood bunny tried to explain to Komora. Komora raised her other hand as though she were trying to touch his face. Her Deep Palmar Arch has been cut. She pointed out to Osu, who no doubt was discovering just that. Probably Rank 3 bleeding She drowsily explained.. Her conclusion was because this wasn’t an injury you could just rest and it would heal on its own, but it wasn’t so severe that she was going to die the next moment either.

The blood bunny repaired her injury, and at last he addressed her once more. . "Listen, can you hear me? Can you tell me your name? Any family members? I am going to need to tell them you are going to need a lot of food over the next few days an to come in for a checkup. You were rather lucky I was walking by and for the fact I am a universal donor.[/ur] Komora just stared at him blankly until he finished talking. Komora is Komora. She began to pass out as she gave a weak answer. Its not like Komora was a 160 pound male. She had a lot less blood and couldn’t stand an equivalent level of blood loss as well.

Komora’s consciousness faded back in right as Tama began to question her about being alright. Komora shrugged. She looked Osu and his clone. Was she seeing double? Oh… Komora is probably not okay. She is seeing double.

 

[Osuteno]

Osuteno was surprisingly unsurprised as he listened to Chiyoko's and Tama's versions of the event, well at least not how they personally handled it. Chiyoko's rather brief summary including her very obvious lack of concern and irritation with a dying person bleeding on her were well within the expected. Tama somehow managed to stay silly and upbeat through her story of losing track of her little sister only to find her bleeding to death after apparently stabbing herself. When he realized what the thing his clone pulled out of the would was he smack his face and shivered up his spine. She stuck her finger in the stab wound?!? He turned around and looked his clone in the eyes, wordlessly asking to make sure the wound had been disinfected and the clone, when its spine was done shivering from the thought, nodded back.

Osu kept his hand on his face for a moment rubbing the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed while his clone tossed the finger bone back to Tama. There would need to be a mednin or at least a nurse on the school grounds during all hours students were allowed on the premise if there wasn't already. It might not be a bad idea to put medical wards on each and every one of them when they entered the school grounds if this was what happened when one stabbed themselves.

Osu noticed his clone was waving him over and it whispered in his ear the details of this Komora girl's mumblings. Apparently someone had lent this girl a medical textbook at some point for her to know the name of one of her palm's arterial networks. This however was troubling as this was further evidence that this could have been an intentional attempt at suicide. It was very possible she had learned the location and name of it researching just how to hurt herself. She had mentioned some odd thing about rank 3 bleeding but that had to be some sort babble due to hallucination rather than bringing the ooc knowledge of a battle system into the spotlight. Death from losing blood was an odd thing to think about for Osu. This girl was about 10 or so pounds lighter than him but the amount of blood he often used from a single technique would kill most people. It might be best to keep her at the hospital until they were sure she wouldn't try to do so again.

"No it is a good thing you are seeing two of me and realizing that isn't normal. My assistant there is a clone." The clone nodded and said its greetings at being mentioned. Hello there, I will be switching places with my creator for a bit. You will be in good hands if I do say so myself. Get it? Haha." And with a bright smile on his face he stood up and walked to his original as Osu did the same. They met in the middle, exchanged a few words and the clone walked right up to Tama, no longer smiling, while the original went and sat down with Komora with a bright expression on his face.

The clone looked towards Chiyoko. "Onee-San, would you help me send this crowd off? I need to speak with Tama about her sister. I will handle the blood and everything before we leave, I just need help removing the students please. I would really appreciate it." Osu then looked at Tama with an expression that most people who had met Osu would be unfamiliar with, he was visibly angry. "Tama-Senpai, I need you to be serious with me, no jokes or references or anything. Explain to me in detail what might have made your sister try to kill herself. Home, school, any reason why she would tear at the back of her hand and just wait to die you need to tell me right now. As it is I will like to have her in the hospital for a while until we can feel sure she won't try it again."

Meanwhile, Osu was carefully sitting himself down beside Komora. He was only a little older than her so she might open up to him. "Hey there Komora. That was a pretty close one, but you look like you will be just fine now. I would just like you to come back to the hospital with me in a few minutes, so we can check up on you, and for you to tell me just how this happened... If I may know Komora, I would like to know how and what you were feeling and thinking throughout this experience Komora."

It was very important now that Osu confirmed whether or not this had been a suicide and the likelihood of another attempt, and until Osu was sure that Komora wouldn't try to kill herself Osu would hound Tama for permission to keep Komora under his watch in a hospital bed.

MFT WC: 831

 

[Kawakami Hotaru]

It seemed her expertise was required as her Nee-Chan requested assistance in clearing the demonic plague of students that had crowded around to watch a little girl bleed all over the floor, sensing the little man was obviously a little perturbed by the whole situation she shrugged her shoulders agreeing to his request. "Anything for you." It wasn't as if she had any chance at helping the spit-fuck who had just ruined a pair of her pants, not that she was going to even try after that anyway. Turning away from the situation at hand and ignoring the scolding the elder Mochizuki was getting she stared out toward the crowd of little ones idly watching the situation unfold. Waving her hands about she began her job yelling out toward the crowd, "Back to class! I swear to Jesus Saito if you don't all disperse now I'll see to it that you all have detention for the rest of your natural born lives!" of course no one seemed to heed her words, instead continuing their rumblings about what had just happened. One wiry haired shrimpy boy around the age of thirteen went as far as to yell back at her asking, "What happened?!" clearly he had little sense in his head. Children rarely did as evidenced by the girl behind her that had nearly killed herself, cocking her eyebrows and putting on her best 'adult' face she stared down the little boy beating him with her glare as she responded do his question, "That's none of your business, now quit testing me and get back to class." so far she had handled herself fairly well remaining fairly reposed in the oddly difficult situation.

Of course she was not known for her calm demeanor nor her ability to withstand the badgering of annoying children, the wiry haired boy had balls of steel she would give him that, likely destined for great things or a spear through the throat at a young age whichever, his gaze matched hers questioning her willpower in this situation. Once again he repeated his question with the crowd's backing behind him as they all chimed in with morbid curiosity, she was losing her control over the crowd, not that she had any to begin with. Seemed like it was time for that old standstill, threaten him with physical humiliation if he refused to back down, with any luck the others would disperse after realizing she was serious, something that didn't happen all that often. "I swear to Raiden, if you don't go back now I will literally paddle your ass in front of all these people. Ask me one more question, please, I dare you." She was deadly serious and the boy either didn't realize this or did not care, his gaze still locked upon her.

"What happ -- Ahhh!" Was all the bothersome little git managed as she trounced him, clearly unsuspecting that she was in the slightest bit serious as she grabbed the teen by the ear yanking him around. What did surprise her was the fact that on contact that he started to bawl like a toddler unused to any sort of formal discipline leaving her to wonder what the headmistress was doing with these children to leave them so rambunctious before immediately realizing that she was 500x worse than this kid when she was in the academy, though she certainly wasn't the type to cry when punished. Two swats to the behind seemed an ample punishment for the little shit, especially considering that she like all other Shinobi struck far harder than your average parent. Letting the boy go she pressed a finger against his chest, "Timeout now! Go put your nose in the corner." sobbing the boy did as commanded leaving his crowd of compatriots shocked that their valiant leader had fallen and turned into a sniffling toddler as he pressed his nose against the wall beside two water fountains.

Brushing her hands the rest of the crowd soon left without fuss, clearly defeated as she turned back to the others as it seemed Tama's chastisement had come to an end, the day had certainly turned out stranger than she had first expected, but then they usually did. Rustling her hair in an attempt to put off the situation that had just unfolded behind the others she chortled a bit thumbing back toward the punished boy, "Kids these days." unsure of where to proceed from there. She wasn't familiar with the little girl and had no medical expertise, and generally wasn't the best person when it came to delicate subjects, but that came as a surprise to no one. "So. Everything cool over here? The little shit isn't going to die, right?" For a brief second it sounded like she was a bit concerned, but that couldn't be right, could it?

[MFT]

 

[Suzuki Setsu]

“Um…actually…to be honest…,” Tama struggled to get the words out. This behavior was a hint out of character for the woman, who was never without a quip or five for any given situation, especially when her little sister had opened the door to clone comedy thanks to her ‘seeing double’ comment. But this was the first time she had seen the chibi-medic resemble anything close to serious. Usually he was all bunny ears and carrots but the gravity if the situation made it seem that Osuteno held a lot more authority than he generally would have. Tama also had, belatedly, realized that her own flippancy had caused the situation to escalate to where it did. This served to further subdue the generally exuberant chuunin’s attitude. She leaned down to whisper to Osuteno so that the crowd, Chiyoko, and Komora wouldn't be able to hear, “This is my first time meeting my sister, so I don't really know much about her besides the fact she likes sharp things.” Tama leaned away from the tiny Chigokai and raised her voice to its usual level, somewhere between loud and obnoxious. “Believe me Doc, I had this encounter planned completely different. I'm as clueless as you when it comes to the “why” part. But if you think she needs some TLC from you at the hospital, go right ahead.”

She turned away from the double to witness Chiyoko spank the living daylights of a precocious brat. She sympathized with the kid, it reminded Tama of her own academy days. In fact she had probably been worse. The chuunin had mellowed considerably since then, which would surprise those who didn't know her then. It dawned on Tama that many of the people that had known her growing up were no longer around. Masao, the gruff old uncle was gone. So was that kid whose outfit she had forcibly changed on one mission, Jo. Donut-senpai had disappeared, as had Creepy-sennin. Kushin-sensei, she mentally corrected herself. When she was younger she was convinced the bloody doctor could read minds, and she was still sure he could probably sense her disrespectful nickname from wherever he was.

Wow I am getting old. Almost had a flashback there, trips down memory lane can wait, she thought as she shook herself free from ruminating on the past. “Seriously though Osu-clone, that's all I know. No joke.” Tama turned to look at Komora again who was now talking to the real Osuteno and looking exhausted, but not in danger of dying due to excessive bleeding. The chuunin let out a sigh of relief before looking back at the clone and saying, “That's twice now you've saved my proverbial bacon. We will not forget this service.”

“I think she's going to be alright, Chi-chan,” Tama said in response to her fellow chuunin after she had returned from her disciplinary actions. Tama popped her finger back into place, wiggling it around a few times to make sure it wasn't backwards or something. Were Tama and Chiyoko close enough to use endearing nicknames? No, but it was one syllable less and therefore easier to say. “She's in vastly more capable hands than mine.”

[MFT WC: 530]

 

[Shinrya Riko]

"No it is a good thing you are seeing two of me and realizing that isn't normal. My assistant there is a clone." Osuteno explained to her. The clone nodded at her at the mention of its existence as a clone. IT began to speak Hello there, I will be switching places with my creator for a bit. You will be in good hands if I do-" Komora put her hands over the clone’s mouth in order to prevent it from speaking. The clone eventually got up and walked off with the original Osu. They shared a few words before they separated again. The one that was a clone walked over to Tama. The one that claimed it was the original sat next to Komora. The Youngest of the Mochizuki troupe easily heard the voice of the clone demanding answers from her sibling. She was trying to listen to what the clone was saying when the original blood bunny demanded her attention.

"Hey there Komora. That was a pretty close one, but you look like you will be just fine now. I would just like you to come back to the hospital with me in a few minutes, so we can check up on you, and for you to tell me just how this happened... If I may know Komora, I would like to know how and what you were feeling and thinking throughout this experience Komora." Komora blinked as the blood bunny rambled on. That really was too many words for her, and she wasn’t able to pay attention to all of it. About half way through she had begun to look at the clone and listen to what he had to say instead. Her focus returned and she looked over at the original Osu. The shota mednin seemed to be asking her something, as his face clearly expected an answer. What was she supposed to tell him? She thought that she had heard something about thinking and feeling. Komora tried to speak, but it felt like her felt like her jaw was wired shut. She realized she just didn’t know how to explain those feelings.

Instead she tried to demonstrate with her hands. Her palms straightened out and then she began to bend her fingers backward as her palms were facing each other. It looked like she was trying to demonstrate that there was more than one position for her hands to be at as she repeated the positions of the previous gestures. It wasn’t jutsu sign weaving, and it wasn’t sign language. As Komora watched Osu’s face and realized that her demonstration was pointless she let her hands flop to the ground. "So. Everything cool over here? The little shit isn't going to die, right?" Chiyoko asked. She had walked over to peer down at Komora. Komora held out her hand injured hand, although there really wasn’t much sign of an injury anymore. ”Look.” She told Chiyoko. Komora is hurt. As she looked at her own hand she suddenly felt herself lose control of her own body again.

This time, tears began to form in her eyes, and words that she really didn’t understand began to form on her lips. A confused expression crossed her face as she spoke. ”I never supposed…” she whispered. Komora didn’t know what she was saying. She felt compelled to say it. It was a similar feeling to when she talked about swords… actually… she was talking about swords. ”…that swords can hurt you? I thought they were my friends.”

 

[Osuteno]

Though OsuClone was initially surprised by Tama explaining this was actually her first time meeting her sister, he remembered that she and Tomo had been reluctantly absent for a few years and realized they might have only recently been getting back in touch with their family. OsuClone sighed and looked at Komora, who he caught looking in their direction. Short attention span, the unusual way she spoke... He listened carefully and observed her as the original did the same. Yes after that much blood loss a person could very easily be confused but that didn't appear to be what was going on here. Then there was the comment about swords being her friends and not understanding that they could hurt her. The real Slim Shady original Osu pulled the near crying Komora into a light hug and gave OsuClone a shake of the head while frowning and OsuClone replied with a grimace.

OsuOriginal sighed and began speaking in a calming tone, "Swords are not really comforting friends. You have to be really respectful with them more than with most weapons. If you don't treat them with great care they can really hurt you or someone else. Swords are unforgiving with mistakes as well. That is true with most weapons to some degree." He wasn't entirely how sure to continue. He had realized that this girl was atypical from observing her and was trying to steer her newfound realization of the danger a blade possessed into a healthy respect rather than a fear. If she was to become a shinobi despite her increasingly apparent issues, it wouldn't do for her to lack a wariness of the sharp side of a blade nor for her to be too afraid of them either. The last thing a shinobi needed was a debilitating fear.

"Swords... are dangerous, but only as dangerous as the people using them. In this case, because you didn't treat the blade with the respect it deserves, you very nearly died." It wouldn't help to sugar coat this, Komora needed to realize that there were serious consequences when weapons were involved. "Swords hurt. Knives hurt. Arrows hurt. Shuriken hurt. Clubs hurt. Bullets hurt. Teeth Hurt. Fists hurt. Jutsu hurt. Weapons hurt. And of all the weapons in this world, shinobi hurt most of all, though words are a close second. That is what you are learning to be here at the academy. You are learning to be a weapon. You are learning to hurt. That is why you must also learn to be careful."

Osu knew that what he was saying wasn't really comforting. It wasn't meant to be. In the three years since he first started his training, he had seen many deaths both those that he had seen in the hospital and those done by his own hands. Yes a weapon could defend, but he had seen many more weapons used in violence than protection. For every shinobi lived in a world where at some point they would have to decide to kill or be killed, and they would be forced to make that decision over and over again until they died. It was little wonder why the young medic got little rest.

OriginalOsu looked up at Chiyoko and nodded at her, "She will be starving the next few days and have to eat quite a bit to make up for the energy her body went through in the treatment, but she will be fine physically. I see you got rid of the crowd. Thank you." He looked at the blood that was about and maintained the light hug with one arm while his other hand pulled a scroll out of his clothing and rolled it across the ground. He let a single bead of blood float up from his hand and after it rose up a bit, the stray blood that had seeped into the ground and clothing around them was drawn towards the bead. After about half a minute there wasn't even the hint of a bloodstain on Osu's white medical robes nor anything else. He looked at the bead of his own blood being orbited by the much larger orb of Komora's blood before condensing both into solids and sealing them with his scroll that rolled back up with a snap and popped up into the air where he caught and pocketed it. Osu then stared at his clone glanced down at Komora and nodded at Tama.

OsuClone nodded and pulled Tama a little further away and spoke quietly. "I know you said you are only meeting your sister for the first time, but... are you aware if your sister has been formally diagnosed with any neurodevelopmental disorders?"

Spoiler

Name of Jutsu: Blood Vault

CRPJ's Effect: A technique that was initially born from Osu's fear of contaminating a water supply and built upon when he realized how useful it could be. Using a drop of his own blood as a focus, Osu pulls all the unattended blood in an area and it orbits around the drop of Osu's blood, with different people's blood forming their own orbs. At this point he can condense and crystallize the blood using much the same principal as his blood weapons except he can store them in a sealing scroll to save for later. This technique will serve as the base for a few future techniques. It is also useful for cleaning up the insane amounts of blood from an area from Osu's blood techniques. The blood he crystallizes is preserved to maintain its "freshness."

Example RP of how it will be used: Osu found himself standing in the center of where a terrible fight had occurred. Several people were dead, seven from what he could see, and he didn't see any survivors. It had been more than bloody enough from what he could see. It was a shame. Still he needed to get some idea of just what had occurred here. He held a palm out and a single bead of blood sweated out of his skin and went a good two meters into the air above it. He began looking around as he began to pull in. He made special attention to note which of the orbs were forming from the blood of the corpses around him and had them circle a bit farther away from the center. After a good minute there were 14 orbs in total. 9 of them much larger than the others. too much to live from, two of the deceased seemed to be closely related maybe siblings or parent and child. Three had been poisoned rather heavily. The pull had helped him find one more corpse he hadn't seen on the other side of a window. He took a small sample from each of the poisoned individuals to identify later and then dropped the orbs that were there drop on their former owners after he took a minute to figure out which was which. He stared at the remaining six. Five of those could very well still be alive, while the one was very likely dead but had been taken away. Very odd. He crystallized but a couple drops from the one large orb that remained and the entirety of the remaining five and sealed them in his Blood Vault scroll. He might be able to figure out who were the owners of the blood or find a tracker who could.

Reason why it cannot be used in battle: The technique doesn't really have offensive capabilities as hardened blood (especially that which isn't his own chakra filled variety) is far more difficult to control, the technique requires that he remains pretty still as he uses it, and takes about 15 seconds for him to get the blood droplet in place and his chakra to cover the area where he is pulling the blood from. He would be a complete sitting duck.

MFT WC 782