The armored shinobi walked slowly, hands clasped together behind his back as he scanned the excessively large wall towering in front of him, tiny figures of shinobi silhouetted.
"Do you think that they are compensating for something Uru?" Yong turned with a grin to face Urufuebi before a moment of bemused panic which quickly evolved to amused acknowledgment, Urufuebi had returned to the Deep Places for the time being.
"Nevermind Uru... Forgot you poped off for a bit, guess I will tell you later..." The Armored shinobi gave a small chuckle to himself before sliding his mask into place over his face, continuing his progress towards the gates proper.
"Passport please, and remove the mask, sir." The command had come from a stocky Sunan ANBU standing before the gates and was directed towards the armored shinobi, Wee Yong. The armored shinobi's fingers unclenched and moved to his sides in an almost submissive gesture, palms forward and hands beside hips. Yong's hands flew through a quick series of esoteric hand-seals. The Sunan ANBU stepped backward defensively, unsure of the movements of the strange masked man. The ANBU raising his right hand as he reached his left towards a sheathed kunai.
"...perturbatio animi corporisque..." (1)
The ANBU felt a sharp pinpoint of pain across his Parietal lobe(2), he looked up again and the man was gone. Turning to his companions the ANBU quistioned his sanity.
"Guys... did you see that weird dude a moment ago?" His hand involentarily closed around the throat of his partner, a scream catching in his throat as he lost control of his body(3).
As the strangled ANBU's windpipe was crushed by teh hands of his trusted teammate Yong clicked his fingers(4), The first ANBU slumping to the floor as Yong walked through the gates of the village.
"Do you think that they are compensating for something Uru?" Yong turned with a grin to face Urufuebi before a moment of bemused panic which quickly evolved to amused acknowledgment, Urufuebi had returned to the Deep Places for the time being.
"Nevermind Uru... Forgot you poped off for a bit, guess I will tell you later..." The Armored shinobi gave a small chuckle to himself before sliding his mask into place over his face, continuing his progress towards the gates proper.
"Passport please, and remove the mask, sir." The command had come from a stocky Sunan ANBU standing before the gates and was directed towards the armored shinobi, Wee Yong. The armored shinobi's fingers unclenched and moved to his sides in an almost submissive gesture, palms forward and hands beside hips. Yong's hands flew through a quick series of esoteric hand-seals. The Sunan ANBU stepped backward defensively, unsure of the movements of the strange masked man. The ANBU raising his right hand as he reached his left towards a sheathed kunai.
"...perturbatio animi corporisque..." (1)
The ANBU felt a sharp pinpoint of pain across his Parietal lobe(2), he looked up again and the man was gone. Turning to his companions the ANBU quistioned his sanity.
"Guys... did you see that weird dude a moment ago?" His hand involentarily closed around the throat of his partner, a scream catching in his throat as he lost control of his body(3).
As the strangled ANBU's windpipe was crushed by teh hands of his trusted teammate Yong clicked his fingers(4), The first ANBU slumping to the floor as Yong walked through the gates of the village.
Force Enter Time: 30 minutes
Half Time Card in Inventory
Sentinel in Dojo
Jutsu:
1. Mind Body Disturbance
2. Deception Rank 2 with 'Overload' Sensory Knowledge Special Move & Illusionary Cantrip
3. Mind Possession - Fast Possession
4. Shattered Reality
Half Time Card in Inventory
Sentinel in Dojo
Jutsu:
1. Mind Body Disturbance
2. Deception Rank 2 with 'Overload' Sensory Knowledge Special Move & Illusionary Cantrip
3. Mind Possession - Fast Possession
4. Shattered Reality
