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Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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Haruka - Iceborn

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0. Shinobi 101 - Ninjutsu: Mirror
00. Sentinel
1. Hyperactive
2. Healing Factor
3. Duelist
4. Jutsu Creator
5. Concentrated Focus
6. Initiative
7. Quick Reaction
8. Willpower
9. Kinjutsu
10. Kinjutsu
11. Kinjutsu
Rhythmic drippings sounded throughout the household that housed an elderly woman and two seemingly weary travellers. The air smelled of antiseptics and other such medical wares. It was enough to make even the strongest of medical employees feel a bit nauseated as they struggled to come to terms with the fact that they were caring for something with no point. The dripping came from a leak on a shower head into a tub filled with water. The elderly woman who called this home her own was not there, but out running some errands. She had become one of the sole caretakers to the man who had slipped into what seemed like an irreversible coma. Having been a Medical Shinobi herself in previous years, she found it to be important that he have all of the most important of care. It allowed the young man's companion a little bit of time where she could leave the house without worry, too. Though, anxiety had a way of building up in every nerve ending, every muscle, and every synapse of the body without any kind of mercy. How long could a person sit back and do nothing? What did they do when there was nothing that they really could do? The surface tension of the water broke rapidly as the sounds of rampant breathing and shocked coughing would echo throughout the small house. Water would sputter and splash from the person's lungs as they slapped their wet hands against an even wetter face, where streams of water fell freely from maize colored hair. It was often that she found herself doing this. She would slip deeply underneath of the surface of the water, allowing the scalding hot water she bathed in to invade her nose and her mouth, eventually making it's way down to her lungs. It was every day that the young woman thought of suicide in a world that had turned it's back on her. It wasn't something that she could help, but it just felt like things crashed down hard upon her and left no room to breathe. The lies were troubling, and the slander thrown in her way made her wish to break down harder than she ever had before.

The suicidal thoughts were not a foreign concept to the young woman by no means, though. Even when she suffered and struggled with the demon within, she had these thoughts that she knew that she would never have been able to act upon. Fear had been a wonderful deterrent, but another was the fact that there were people that relied upon her. So with a smile, she trudged on. She walked a crooked path. She resisted any negative thought that would inevitably cross her mind until she could feel it brimming far past the surface. It was the best thing that the young Aquarius did, after all. Pressing the tips of her fingers harshly into her blue eyes, she would almost feel the whites of her eyes bruise under the force as more rough coughs would pass from in between her lips, leaving saliva and water spattering against the surface of the water contained in the tub. Pushing her hands forward, she would use them to lift herself up and out of the water, taking a step onto the linoleum of the floor. Her foot would slide forward just a bit, but she would remain steady as she blindly groped for the towel that she had hung up across the way. Grabbing onto it, she would wrap herself up into it and she would step into the path of the mirror. Using her hand, she would swipe her hand against it and she would stare herself down with her sapphire eyes. "What the fuck am I thinking?" She would whisper very gently, her breath causing a cloud to float upwards into the air, whispy and dancing with the currents of the air. The cracked skin of her wrists revealed an ugly history carved there with a kunai. Horizonal, vertical, and diagonal lines marred her white flesh with scar tissue that she never openly revealed to anyone. Though they might've been able to guess by touch, but it wasn't often that she let anyone else touch her. Her wet strands of hair would drip into the sink as she watched herself, eyesight tracing along the dark circles that touched at the skin underneath of her eyes. She sat awake a lot and listened to just the silence just because there had not been a lot before Haru had been uprooted from her body. Mainly, though, she sat awake and told Keita about her day even if he might not have been able to hear her words as much as she would've liked. She didn't know what happened, and maybe she didn't want to: but both he and Haru were gone, and it was more than just a bit devastating.

A smile, as haunted as it may have been, graced her features as she thought fondly upon the Medical Sennin. He'd be the only one that she could see in her eyes. Anyone else wouldn't be able to live up to the legacy that he had left behind. He had been one of the only ones who reached out and sought to guide her through her misery, as self created as it was. As she tuned back into reality, she would catch her reflection smiling back at her and a sudden feeling of horror would cross over her. Lashing her hands out, she would smash them right into the mirror with nothing to hold back any part of her strength. Those hands would fly straight through the mirror, breaking it into shards that would litter the floor, the sink, and anything else that got into it's path. Then her hands would even indent into the wall behind the mirror, locking the shards embedded into her hands into place. With her hands still pressed into the wall, she would draw in a sharp, forceful breath, enough to make her lungs ache harshly. Her teeth would grind together, jaw locking in place as she squeezed her eyes shut. There was nothing that warranted anything happy from her other than Akechi Shinn, and even then, she didn't deserve that. There was nothing that she felt she deserved that needed to make her feel like she was wanted, deserved, or even safe. She ran and hightailed away from anything that might've made her even feel remotely decent. She was responsible for so many deaths that it was not even something that could be taken lightly. She killed indiscriminately, even if it were for other people. Lifting her head up a bit, a single shard of the mirror hung off of the wall, enough for her to see her eyes there. One sapphire, the other golden. Her lips in a snarl revealed fangs that hung over her lower lip. That was how she knew one thing: It wasn't Haru that was the demon. It was her. Two personalities that combat within a single body, and the one that wasn't supposed to win out had won.

The glass would scrape against the wall as she removed her hands from it. It stung like pins and needles jabbed deeply into her bones. Looking down at her hands, she would give a small breath as she balled her hands up into fists, forcing the shards of glass to evacuate her flesh. A little trick that she learned from her mirror affinity. Bloody shards would now collect with the non-bloodied ones. Wiping her hands against the white towel, blue blood would show up there. A feature of her mother's clan that gave her the oddly colored blood rather than a typical sanguine hue. Her mother had always claimed that it was not the color of blood that she wanted, but it wasn't like Haruka was a follower of the clan to begin with. Pacing away from the bathroom, she would grab some bandage and begin wrapping her hands up tightly to stop any kind of bleeding. The pain would cause the young woman to grunt slightly as the towel fell away from her upper body. No matter. She was going to get dressed and leave anyways. She couldn't be here right now. Not with the way that her adrenaline was pumping through her veins and the way that her brain fuzzed and fogged up whenever she felt like this, if this was even a feeling. Reaching out, she would make sure that none of her blood stained along her flesh and it was all removed. Way to dirty up right after getting out of the tub, eh? She would grab onto any undergarments that she needed and then a shirt, one that hugged in all of the right places, and flowed in the appropriate places: white, lacy, and of course, long sleeved. Then, she would take a crimson skirt, pulling it on and tucking away the ends of the shirt into it. Pulling at the strings of the skirt, it would fit onto her form tightly, forcing her to suck it alllll in. As she paced over to the door, she would pull on shoes that looked like heeled, folded down boots and she would pull them on. Without being mindful of the fact that she was inside of a house, she would walk through the stone floored home to a separate room and she would push the door open.

Placing her bandaged hands against her upper arms, she would look over at the body laying in the bed, hooked up to all sorts of scary looking life support machines imported from places all over the world. Keita's body had come to a point where it couldn't sustain itself, so she spent whatever she could as she worked to bring him back from the vegetative state that she believed she had brought upon him. He was withering away, becoming nothing more than skin and bones despite the round the clock feeding tube that he had. Reaching up again, she'd pinch her fingers against the bridge of her nose and give a sigh. "I'm so sorry," the millionth apology, and the millionth time that she had walked away from this room feeling more regretful than the last second. "I'll find a way." She always promised it, but she never succeeded. Why did it have to be so god damn hard? They made work of chakra systems and their bodies like they were machines, but something like this couldn't be overcome. Perhaps instead of studying the body, they should've expanded the mind more. That was wishful thinking, though. Bulking up was a much simpler task to some people rather than digesting books about languages, the world, math, and other such things. That was why there was far less doctors within the world than ANBU. Everyone wanted fame and glory on the front lines rather than working to keep everything running smoothly on the back. Pushing open the door to the house, she would make sure it was locked as she closed it and made her way outside into the eternal twilight of Arcadia. She would go swiftly through the streets, pushing her way through the hills and hidden caverns, climbing her way back up to the surface world. She had business today within Maruishi. Mainly, she had to buy more medication for the man and perhaps try and find some kind of exorcist that could split her mind from Keita's once and for all, but that was mere wishful thinking.

The sunlight was nice, and it was not something that she had allowed herself to see in quite some time. Hence her new pallor from when she had been out and about all the time. Tethered up to her side was her mask carved of Stone from the mountains, and with each of her steps, it would bat against her leg. Her hair, somewhere in between all this exchange with herself, had been bound up in a ponytail that kept it from sweeping around and scattering into her eyesight. However, it seemed that the sunlight was beginning to fade. Had she really lost track of time so much when she was below ground? It seemed so. She had nothing more but herself to worry about anyways. To the Sky Fall she would walk, hardly noticing the figure of a man sitting there. Her heels would click against the ground, and it needed to be noted that no matter how long it had been, her walk would never change from her head up, shoulders back, and proud disposition. Standing behind him just a bit, she would watch on with her icy cold blues and then lift her gaze towards the sunset.

"If you're thinking about jumping, then you might as well." And those were her words, as harsh as they may have been. At least there was point to it and she was not goading him into suicide. It was just how the area of Sky Fall was supposed to go.

Type: Slashing
Effect: May Cause Bleeding
Accuracy: +2
Damage: -10% Damage
Augment [1]: Special Ninjutsu (Ice)
Augment [2]: Vampiric
Augment [3]: Chakra Drain

Major Elements: - Water [ Free Major ]
- Fire [ Advanced Shop Purchase ( @ Minor ) & Half Mastered ]
- Earth [ Advanced Shop Purchase & ALL Mastered. ]

Minor Elements: - Non-Elemental [ Free Minor ]
Wind [ Half Mastered ]

Free Advanced Elements: - Ice ( Bloodline )
- Mirror ( Shinobi 101 )

All Advanced Elements: - Ice ( Bloodline )
- Mirror ( Shinobi 101 )
- Blood ( Minor [ Free ]: NE + Major [ Free ]: Water )
- Vapor ( Minor: Fire [ Adv. Shop ] + Major [ Free ]: Water )
- Crystal ( Minor: Earth [ Adv. Shop ] + Major [ Free ]: Water )
- Kinesis ( Minor: Wind + Major: Fire )
- Scorch ( Minor: NE + Major: Fire )
- Metal ( Minor: NE + Major: Earth )
 
RP for Adv. Element: Blood ( usin' Natural Major Affin: Water / Minor: NE )
Was the night not the best time to sit down and learn the ways of the body, the world, and other such things? A person had time to themselves and they were able to just breathe without worry that they were going to have to appear anywhere remotely presentable to another person. They were free to allow their mind to wander in whatever direction they so pleased, and they could manipulate whatever force that they had to in order to do the best that they could. The night was a serene time as well, one that let people gaze up towards the burning lights of the stars and their waning life force. If one felt particularly interested, they could even take the time to count the stars in the sky. The countryside of the area known as the Outer Maruishi was the best for all of these activities mainly due to the fact that the sky was not obscured by any lights or buildings. If there was a shooting star, a person could rest assured that they were not seeing things as they could see it going across the entire night time sky. After all, man made creations made for issues for nature to shine forth. That was why Haruka found herself outside of the walls of the village often. She could breathe easier and center herself. Even now, she was sitting and holding her hands up toward the sky, her breathing incredibly even as she meditated any of the daily stress away. Thankfully, the woman who followed her no matter what was able to take care of her child when she had to go out and do training type of stuff to keep herself keen and honed. Gai was a life saver, and if anyone made her secure, it was that woman. She gave her the freedom to do whatever she needed to do, and that meant a lot to the young ANBU. The gentle sound of a stream beside Haruka was enough to make her relax into her meditation. She was able to clear her mind expertly as she prepared to work her body into molding chakra in a manner that she needed. After all, this was how she had brought herself to master the elements of Mirror and Ice.

In her mind, there was no such thing as a 'natural' affinity, though she may have had it according to other people. She had to work herself hard to achieve any of her prowess. People like her team mates may have not seen her struggle to train, but her body knew it well. She did not come out of the womb strong, but she came out as a struggling and incapable, sickly baby. Her mother always hated telling her such a story, but she had grown to accept it as fact. Had it not been for the demon that had infused within her, she probably would have been nothing more than a stillborn. Which had been a polar opposite to her own son, whom had come out screaming, kicking, and fighting his surroundings. He was destined for whatever natural affinities people spoke of, but she was sure that he got that much from his father or grandparents more than herself. Moving her arms back, she would push herself up to a stand now in one swift motion. The moon was full tonight, and it was quite nice. That meant that she could work in the light and actually see what she was doing. Drawing in a breath, she would lift her hands up in a horizontal line from her body. Breathing was key. It was the force that gave every shinobi the power they needed to press forward. If one's breathing sucked, then they were going to have one hell of a time trying to press on in a battle or a mission. Her shoulders would roll and pop and she would twist herself on her foot as she moved to look over at the stream. Using her chakra, she would force it to her finger tips and she would bend down on one knee, willing the water forward with her chakra now. Tendrils would pop up from the brook and she would watch with care as the water would wrap around her arms, melding and shaping with an utmost care. She had mastered the element known as water long ago, but she wanted to know what more she could do with it. Water was one hell of a force, and she always found herself intrigued by it.

Lifting herself up again, she would extend her arms and cause a trail of water to follow her body. It would flow around her now, and where it had wrapped around her arms, she did not appear to be wet. The water would circle her much like a hula hoop would and she would offer a small smile now. However, as the water circled around her, she would notice a small school of fish, and they seemed to be frozen there in the water with their companions. Her eyes would widen a bit as she watched in curiosity. Was it due to the fact that they had water flowing in and out of them? Or was it something different. She knew that all creatures had water inside of them, but these fish were frozen as if they were composed of nothing but water. Picking the biggest fish out of the water, she would let the rest of the water flow back into the stream. Now, using her chakra, she would attempt to latch onto the points of water within the fish's body. There was not a lot there, but there was one thing that she could feel: It's life force. She could feel it's heart beating hard, like it had been caught on by a predator, and she would tilt her head off to the side. This was certainly a new feeling. Using her chakra further, she would then attempt to manipulate the fish further, but as soon as she worked on doing that. . . there came an unholy crack from the creature in front of her. She was sure that if the animal could have screamed, it would've, because she had literally just snapped it in half by attempting to manipulate it's blood. "Oh fuck." She would cuss out loud, soon forcing herself to toss the fish back into the stream. She would lift her hands a bit to cover at her mouth. She didn't mean to do that. . . Really.

". . . I'm sorry, Mister or Miss Fish. I didn't mean to ruin your life." Yeah, Haruka. Like that damn fish could hear you. Gah, now what? She was sufficiently freaked out now. And she felt really guilty for the animal she had ruined. At least she discovered yet another thing that she could do with water? No no no, that was not a good way to think about the situation!

"I don't think I want to train anymore tonight. . ." She'd grumble quietly, soon rocking back on her feet and flopping down onto the ground to look up towards the sky. Ouch. That was one heck of a crash, but she had some time to recover now.
 
RP for Adv. Element: Vapor
Water droplets rippling at the surface of water, the gentle sound they make is unmistakable. A plip here, or a plop there, the sound of the water could bounce off of the walls of caves to make the origin undetectable. In the underground abyss of Arcadia with the walls illuminated only by the reflections of precious gemstones stuck in the stone of the walls, being undetectable was a frightening thing. A man or woman could lurk in the shadows without a worry in the world, but still, these people had become accustomed to the low lighting of the area, but anyone else had no type of home field advantage, unfortunately. Now, was that not why people worked down here if they were aiming for some type of nefarious plotting or something along those lines? Undeniably so, but don't let the locals here about that. . . After all, they were a deeply thoughtful community who did not allow much of anything to pass along underneath of their noses. Unless they knew that it would end up being beneficial to them in the long run, but how many plans and conspirators truly took their home base into mind when they were finishing up with their devious plot lines? Not many. After all, did they not just use these places as a brooding hole to get out any of the feelings that might've crossed their mind out? After a while, home base would not be a fond memory. After all, misery would be born and bred there without a second thought. Especially if it came from a group of people, or one incredibly lonely individual. In the backwards area of Arcadia where children used precious gemstones as idle play toys and the like, people from the surface would not find it easy to assimilate within the culture. After all, one culture is literally day, and the other is night. Arcadians would find it easier to approach the surface of the Stone Village and assimilate into that hustle and bustle more than anything else, oddly enough. No matter how backwards a person was, they could change, but you could not change an entire community to your liking.

Metallic sounds would now add to the dripping water, and the water would drip heavily into whatever puddle it was sitting high above. Hushed sounds and whispers would be the other accompanying noise that flowed through the area. The Sea, it was dubbed, would wash up and down onto the curious little shoreline it had created, eroding stalagmites and the ground alike. The warm area was an ideal place for a gathering of minds that thought alike or anything along those lines to just sit back and relax, or even just talk while listening to the sounds of the water here. The attraction was cleared, though, with only a woman sitting back above the water on a rock, another figure working diligently with her body, and then, of course, what looked like a quaint little bassinet with a bundled up child within it. For the woman sitting upon the rock formation, it had become increasingly harder for her to leave the tiny child behind, and it had been nearly impossible without her growing feelings of attachment to the one being that accompanied her in her time of solitude and reflection. There had not been anyone else until he had been born, and even then, that was an incredibly bloody and painful affair that was one gigantic blur in the back of her mind. There sat her handmaid, Gai, before her who would touch and feel at her stomach where she had ripped flesh away from bone to ensure her child's safety. The scarring there was incredibly bad. The flesh was lighter with much scar tissue buildup, but still, the woman would work on it without any words. Her hands would glow a gentle red coloration as she stripped the flesh away layer by layer with the young woman known as Haruka sitting up and attempting to be as still as she possibly could. A culmination of blood and flesh would drop down into the warm sea, causing the sound of droplets and other such strange sounds. The metallic sound that would come would be Haruka working with two needles in her hands and attempting to keep her midsection still as it was layered away and away. She was working on what seemed to be a knitted toy, presumably for her child who laid sleeping, lulled by the heat of the area.

Haruka, on the other hand, was having one hell of a time attempting to breathe in the humidity and mess of this area. Why she subjected herself to this place was beyond her, but she quite enjoyed it. After all, this had been the first place that she had come across Akechi in all of his strange and uh, nearly nude glory. Enough to make any woman red in the face, of course, but she attempted to stand firm and tall, but eventually crumbled and ran away. Gah, what an embarrassing time for her. She was just happy that she could control whatever she had inside of her now. Even if she had lost a bit of her prowess, she knew that she could build herself back up to where she once stood, and that much was proven by recent battles where she did not yield to anyone or anything that may have stood within her pathway. Though, it did still feel incredibly weird to meet back up with the man who gave her her son, she thought that she would be able to handle it so long as he didn't attempt to seek the small child out under any kind of circumstances. After all, she didn't know how she would handle it. He was the one that pushed her away because of her position, but now look where she stood. . . Forced out of what position she might've held onto in the past with no one so much as fighting for her in her absence. Ah well, she didn't need the people who consistently fucked with her and made a mockery of her stance. She proved that much by the way she stuck it out nearly by her lonesome for a year and a half. Now, she knew, that she just had to sit back and let the people whom proved themselves entry into the oddly icy heart that she had. Forcing a small breath passed her lips, it would collide with the humid and hot air, causing a wispy cloud to float up and away, eventually dispersing into the air beyond sight. Opening up, though, was some kind of task that she found herself struggling with a bit. It was harder than she thought when before she had to keep her mouth shut, back straight, and her face devoid of any emotion that might've given her away. Now she had the freedom to say what she wanted, to slouch when she sat even though she choose to keep her posture, and her face could become some kind of book for people to read, even if she did not want it.

Life was such a curious thing to her, and it really made her think. As she knitted there, she would slip one stitch to the other needle in a fluid motion, not even skipping a beat as she worked her way around in a small circle befitting of her son's forming skull. It was a deep blue colored yarn that she worked with for the moment that she could only describe as peacock colored. The yarn would work it's way around, two carefully knit rows of that color, and then it would work into an onyx coloration. Naturally, these had been the colors that she picked when she was nesting and working on his quaint little nursery. She did not know what exactly she needed to expect out of the tiny boy, but that had to have been most brand new parental figures. Though with her oddly skewed lineage, it made it a bit weird. Did her son become some kind of time traveling necromancer? Did he become one with ice? Or did he become attuned to the shadows? Or would he take some other unnamed genetic pathway that would take her for surprise? All she knew was that she just wanted him safe and sound, and she would do whatever it took to make it as such. Nothing would stop her, and there would be no measures that wouldn't be taken. With another layer of her flesh, there would be another row of knitting complete on her small needles. The flesh would be brushed away along with any blood, and then a soothing feeling would swash over her as Gai began to heal her flesh with a tender caring, making sure that it would not scar back up again. They may have been the tiger stripes that Haruka had earned, but she did not need them as she did not need them to clue anything in to anyone. There were only so many lies, so many stories that you could tell people before your information began colliding into one another and the rumors began to spread. And that was why she had chosen to tell Souji the truth, even if it might've made him all the more curious into the life she now lead behind the scenes.

The runoff of her blood would dissipate into a salmon coloration into the water, flowing away to the end of the waterfall that fed into the very ends of the earth here. Her rows of stitches would grow smaller until they finally culminated to the small point at the top of the little hat she created. There was no limit to the outpouring of creativity that she had for her little, blonde haired munchkin. Every piece of clothing that he had, she took it upon herself to create for him. Though sometimes it seemed that he grew out of his clothes so fast that it was hard to keep up with him, but some how she always managed to see everything through. Topping off the small hat, she would feel a smile spread slowly across her features as she attached a little knitted ball atop of it just to give it that last hint of cuteness. Another creation worthy of being proud of in the back of her mind. And it wouldn't give the abundance of hair atop of his head any kind of weird brim of hat hair or anything like that. The thought made a small laugh pass her lips and then Gai would look up towards her with her silver locks falling over her shoulders now. The other young woman held a distinct smile that caused Haruka to quickly look away in embarrassment. She didn't mean to laugh out loud, but here she was, and every time she did something stupid, she always got caught. Jeez, could she have gone back to being a closed book yet? It didn't seem like it would come any time soon, though. And that was quite unfortunate in the back of her mind. Casting her knitting off of the needle, she would use one of her sharpened canines to rip the working end of the thread away and then she would wave her hand just slightly, sealing her needles and yarn away into a scroll to be used later. She was fond of such an action, really. It saved so much space. In her room, there were scrolls upon scrolls stacked away and kept for a later date. Those had been all of the weapons that she had kept locked away in the Cage of Rubies. She was thankful that she could get in and out quick enough to grab onto her belongings before they cast those away as well. Tch. . .

"Milady, everything here is complete. What I want you to do next is to take a long soak in the hot water to remove any bacteria from the surface of your skin. Your body may be a tundra where bacteria and viruses cannot thrive, but your son is very much warm blooded. It certainly is a wonder how he even survived as long as he did within there." She'd laugh just lightly, patting at the young woman's stomach which had been healed up. "I will take Kei to your home here in Arcadia and put him to sleep in his actual crib. I advise you sit and soak for about an hour, and for heaven's sakes, try not to freeze up The Sea or anything like that. I know you love your cold, but keep it a decent tourist attraction for everyone else~. And here," Gai would pluck the small hat from her hands and pick up the scroll that had sealed away her work, and Haruka rolled her eyes just a bit. "I'll see you in about an hour."

"See you, Gai. Take good care of him for me. I won't be long." She'd speak quietly, pushing herself up to a stand upon the rock. Reaching up, she'd pull away a pin that held her hair bound up to the back of her head in a neat and orderly bun, and her braid would fall out down along her back. Thankfully the braid itself would not unravel. Her fingers would run gently through the hair at the top of her head that was loose and she would shake her head from side to side. She'd watch as the woman carried her belongings and her son away, disappearing off into the distance and she would give an annoyed sound. It sucked that she had to stay away when all she wanted to do was cuddle him, but she could understand her handmaiden's reasonings very well. A yawn would pass the young woman's mauve lips as she would look around. It was a late hour, one of the times that she liked to come out because there were not many people around and the dark could be her shroud against anyone that might've recognized her. Lifting her arms above her head, she would listen to her spine pop and crack from where she had been sitting still for so long. Dropping her arms, she would use her feet to jump off of the flat rock that she had been sitting on and she would drop to the floor with a dull thud, not really wanting to be graceful with no one else around.
She would pull the white shirt that she had on away and then she would pull away her black pants that she had on, nearly stumbling forward. Skinny jeans, man. A person, shinobi or not, really had to grease themselves up to get them on. Thankfully they had been low riding so that Gai could work on her properly. Stepping forward over to the water's edge, she would look down towards her reflection carefully and trace her fingers over the scars which now only looked like thin lines along her flesh. She no longer looked like she had been attacked by a bear, or something like that. Truth be told, she did a real number on herself, but no matter what it was, nothing threatened a Mama Bear's cub, Nothing at all. Even their own inner-workings and things of the like.

She would then pull away her undergarments, leaving them with the disorganized pile of clothing that she took off and she walked into the warmth of the sea, giving a slight grit of her teeth. She could feel the cold leaving her extremities first, and then the warmth would invade her core as she shifted herself to go sit back against a wall. If she were to go to the center, she was certain that she would melt away here within The Sea and that was not something that she wanted at all. She could feel a sting at her stomach where she had been worked on, and what she had always been told was that was the feeling of germs or whatever else was there being killed off by whatever was there. So, she would let the water work it's magic for a few moments before, drawing in a breath to dunk herself beneath the surface tension to get her hair wet as well. Silently, she would contemplate how she would keep herself sane having to stay here for an hour. Bleh. She could do something like sing a song, maybe. . . Or she could actually attempt to freeze The Sea solid and blame it on some crazy and unnatural force, but she knew that there would be three more fingers pointing back at her. Chaos was not necessarily her calling, unless it was a controlled embodiment of chaos. Now, that was something that she could get behind. Pushing herself back up from below the surface of the water, she would feel her feet touch against the odd little stones that lay beneath the surface and she would give a wince. They were a bit sharp, but thankfully she was not made of paper. The pain that seared there would dissipate after a few moments and she would be left with her thought process once more. It was odd. She was surrounded by her natural base element, but. . . It was not a friendly form of that particular element. It was a lot like the fire that she had been experimenting with in her time of training. She knew that if she was not careful, she would end up scalded by this water, but she would not slip up. The dull drippings of the water would echo in her ears as she watched silently on. It seemed that maybe only a minute or so had passed at this point, and in her mind, she was most certainly counting down on every second until she could go home and be close to the young child that she called her own.

"Give me a break," would be the quiet murmur she'd give, tilting her head back to look up towards the ceiling. Tick, tock. Would there be anything or even anyone to provide some form of amusement here?
 
RP for Adv. Element: Crystal
Sure, sure, sure. Things weren't made to be chugged, gulped, or whatever else, but people who weren't bothered by the cold nor the heat running through their veins would not allow it to phase them too much, right? Righty. Now, this much was not potent enough to get the young woman drunk because she had a hell of a tolerance, so he only needed to rest assured that her actions were that of her own volition. A small, dry laugh would pass her lips at his comment and she made herself comfortable there on his lap. "Hardly a dream, but I'll take the compliment." She'd murmur, rolling her eyes just the slightest of bits as she leaned further into the male. His warmth was entrancing. It was strange, but she felt like she was drawn into the flame like a freakin' moth. As his lips pressed closely to her flesh, she attempted to quell the slight shiver that wanted to tickle up and along her spine. A soft spot was what he seemed to have found, but she'd never admit it. She'd listen to him in silence, not interrupting what he spoke about and she closed her eyes for a moment. "Endo? The worst of them?" She hardly knew the Tsuchikage, but it was like every time she was supposed to meet with him and discuss things, she found herself entranced off in the distance by a dust particle or a bug. . . You know, worthwhile things to someone who had the occasional bought of ADD. "I never paid attention to the minute things in my life." She'd state very bluntly in regards to the man he had addressed. Whoops, did she do some strange kind of 'real talk' Haruka style?

"We share, right?" She'd comment, sliding her hands down to grasp at his hand, holding it lightly in both of hers. She'd trace her fingers along the back of that hand as she moved to look him in the eye. "I will worry about you, and I will worry about the clan that you strive to build back up. I will not let anyone, nor anything oppress the flourishing of your clan. Even if that means disabling the people that get in the way." She would speak in a very serious tone as she watched him carefully, hoping to catch any kind of glimmer of emotion that would cross his features to remedy that. She didn't wish to freak him out. That was the last thing on her list. . . But she was made to kill, and kill she would if she had to. People be damned if they chose to get in the way. She'd squeeze his hand, and she would lean forward, pressing her lips to his now, hoping to catch him in a slow and sweet kiss. Sealing her little promise whether he wanted it or not, with a kiss. . .
 
Haruka said:
RP for Adv. Element: Blood ( usin' Natural Major Affin: Water / Minor: NE )
Was the night not the best time to sit down and learn the ways of the body, the world, and other such things? A person had time to themselves and they were able to just breathe without worry that they were going to have to appear anywhere remotely presentable to another person. They were free to allow their mind to wander in whatever direction they so pleased, and they could manipulate whatever force that they had to in order to do the best that they could. The night was a serene time as well, one that let people gaze up towards the burning lights of the stars and their waning life force. If one felt particularly interested, they could even take the time to count the stars in the sky. The countryside of the area known as the Outer Maruishi was the best for all of these activities mainly due to the fact that the sky was not obscured by any lights or buildings. If there was a shooting star, a person could rest assured that they were not seeing things as they could see it going across the entire night time sky. After all, man made creations made for issues for nature to shine forth. That was why Haruka found herself outside of the walls of the village often. She could breathe easier and center herself. Even now, she was sitting and holding her hands up toward the sky, her breathing incredibly even as she meditated any of the daily stress away. Thankfully, the woman who followed her no matter what was able to take care of her child when she had to go out and do training type of stuff to keep herself keen and honed. Gai was a life saver, and if anyone made her secure, it was that woman. She gave her the freedom to do whatever she needed to do, and that meant a lot to the young ANBU. The gentle sound of a stream beside Haruka was enough to make her relax into her meditation. She was able to clear her mind expertly as she prepared to work her body into molding chakra in a manner that she needed. After all, this was how she had brought herself to master the elements of Mirror and Ice.

In her mind, there was no such thing as a 'natural' affinity, though she may have had it according to other people. She had to work herself hard to achieve any of her prowess. People like her team mates may have not seen her struggle to train, but her body knew it well. She did not come out of the womb strong, but she came out as a struggling and incapable, sickly baby. Her mother always hated telling her such a story, but she had grown to accept it as fact. Had it not been for the demon that had infused within her, she probably would have been nothing more than a stillborn. Which had been a polar opposite to her own son, whom had come out screaming, kicking, and fighting his surroundings. He was destined for whatever natural affinities people spoke of, but she was sure that he got that much from his father or grandparents more than herself. Moving her arms back, she would push herself up to a stand now in one swift motion. The moon was full tonight, and it was quite nice. That meant that she could work in the light and actually see what she was doing. Drawing in a breath, she would lift her hands up in a horizontal line from her body. Breathing was key. It was the force that gave every shinobi the power they needed to press forward. If one's breathing sucked, then they were going to have one hell of a time trying to press on in a battle or a mission. Her shoulders would roll and pop and she would twist herself on her foot as she moved to look over at the stream. Using her chakra, she would force it to her finger tips and she would bend down on one knee, willing the water forward with her chakra now. Tendrils would pop up from the brook and she would watch with care as the water would wrap around her arms, melding and shaping with an utmost care. She had mastered the element known as water long ago, but she wanted to know what more she could do with it. Water was one hell of a force, and she always found herself intrigued by it.

Lifting herself up again, she would extend her arms and cause a trail of water to follow her body. It would flow around her now, and where it had wrapped around her arms, she did not appear to be wet. The water would circle her much like a hula hoop would and she would offer a small smile now. However, as the water circled around her, she would notice a small school of fish, and they seemed to be frozen there in the water with their companions. Her eyes would widen a bit as she watched in curiosity. Was it due to the fact that they had water flowing in and out of them? Or was it something different. She knew that all creatures had water inside of them, but these fish were frozen as if they were composed of nothing but water. Picking the biggest fish out of the water, she would let the rest of the water flow back into the stream. Now, using her chakra, she would attempt to latch onto the points of water within the fish's body. There was not a lot there, but there was one thing that she could feel: It's life force. She could feel it's heart beating hard, like it had been caught on by a predator, and she would tilt her head off to the side. This was certainly a new feeling. Using her chakra further, she would then attempt to manipulate the fish further, but as soon as she worked on doing that. . . there came an unholy crack from the creature in front of her. She was sure that if the animal could have screamed, it would've, because she had literally just snapped it in half by attempting to manipulate it's blood. "Oh fuck." She would cuss out loud, soon forcing herself to toss the fish back into the stream. She would lift her hands a bit to cover at her mouth. She didn't mean to do that. . . Really.

". . . I'm sorry, Mister or Miss Fish. I didn't mean to ruin your life." Yeah, Haruka. Like that damn fish could hear you. Gah, now what? She was sufficiently freaked out now. And she felt really guilty for the animal she had ruined. At least she discovered yet another thing that she could do with water? No no no, that was not a good way to think about the situation!

"I don't think I want to train anymore tonight. . ." She'd grumble quietly, soon rocking back on her feet and flopping down onto the ground to look up towards the sky. Ouch. That was one heck of a crash, but she had some time to recover now.
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Haruka said:
RP for Adv. Element: Vapor
Water droplets rippling at the surface of water, the gentle sound they make is unmistakable. A plip here, or a plop there, the sound of the water could bounce off of the walls of caves to make the origin undetectable. In the underground abyss of Arcadia with the walls illuminated only by the reflections of precious gemstones stuck in the stone of the walls, being undetectable was a frightening thing. A man or woman could lurk in the shadows without a worry in the world, but still, these people had become accustomed to the low lighting of the area, but anyone else had no type of home field advantage, unfortunately. Now, was that not why people worked down here if they were aiming for some type of nefarious plotting or something along those lines? Undeniably so, but don't let the locals here about that. . . After all, they were a deeply thoughtful community who did not allow much of anything to pass along underneath of their noses. Unless they knew that it would end up being beneficial to them in the long run, but how many plans and conspirators truly took their home base into mind when they were finishing up with their devious plot lines? Not many. After all, did they not just use these places as a brooding hole to get out any of the feelings that might've crossed their mind out? After a while, home base would not be a fond memory. After all, misery would be born and bred there without a second thought. Especially if it came from a group of people, or one incredibly lonely individual. In the backwards area of Arcadia where children used precious gemstones as idle play toys and the like, people from the surface would not find it easy to assimilate within the culture. After all, one culture is literally day, and the other is night. Arcadians would find it easier to approach the surface of the Stone Village and assimilate into that hustle and bustle more than anything else, oddly enough. No matter how backwards a person was, they could change, but you could not change an entire community to your liking.

Metallic sounds would now add to the dripping water, and the water would drip heavily into whatever puddle it was sitting high above. Hushed sounds and whispers would be the other accompanying noise that flowed through the area. The Sea, it was dubbed, would wash up and down onto the curious little shoreline it had created, eroding stalagmites and the ground alike. The warm area was an ideal place for a gathering of minds that thought alike or anything along those lines to just sit back and relax, or even just talk while listening to the sounds of the water here. The attraction was cleared, though, with only a woman sitting back above the water on a rock, another figure working diligently with her body, and then, of course, what looked like a quaint little bassinet with a bundled up child within it. For the woman sitting upon the rock formation, it had become increasingly harder for her to leave the tiny child behind, and it had been nearly impossible without her growing feelings of attachment to the one being that accompanied her in her time of solitude and reflection. There had not been anyone else until he had been born, and even then, that was an incredibly bloody and painful affair that was one gigantic blur in the back of her mind. There sat her handmaid, Gai, before her who would touch and feel at her stomach where she had ripped flesh away from bone to ensure her child's safety. The scarring there was incredibly bad. The flesh was lighter with much scar tissue buildup, but still, the woman would work on it without any words. Her hands would glow a gentle red coloration as she stripped the flesh away layer by layer with the young woman known as Haruka sitting up and attempting to be as still as she possibly could. A culmination of blood and flesh would drop down into the warm sea, causing the sound of droplets and other such strange sounds. The metallic sound that would come would be Haruka working with two needles in her hands and attempting to keep her midsection still as it was layered away and away. She was working on what seemed to be a knitted toy, presumably for her child who laid sleeping, lulled by the heat of the area.

Haruka, on the other hand, was having one hell of a time attempting to breathe in the humidity and mess of this area. Why she subjected herself to this place was beyond her, but she quite enjoyed it. After all, this had been the first place that she had come across Akechi in all of his strange and uh, nearly nude glory. Enough to make any woman red in the face, of course, but she attempted to stand firm and tall, but eventually crumbled and ran away. Gah, what an embarrassing time for her. She was just happy that she could control whatever she had inside of her now. Even if she had lost a bit of her prowess, she knew that she could build herself back up to where she once stood, and that much was proven by recent battles where she did not yield to anyone or anything that may have stood within her pathway. Though, it did still feel incredibly weird to meet back up with the man who gave her her son, she thought that she would be able to handle it so long as he didn't attempt to seek the small child out under any kind of circumstances. After all, she didn't know how she would handle it. He was the one that pushed her away because of her position, but now look where she stood. . . Forced out of what position she might've held onto in the past with no one so much as fighting for her in her absence. Ah well, she didn't need the people who consistently fucked with her and made a mockery of her stance. She proved that much by the way she stuck it out nearly by her lonesome for a year and a half. Now, she knew, that she just had to sit back and let the people whom proved themselves entry into the oddly icy heart that she had. Forcing a small breath passed her lips, it would collide with the humid and hot air, causing a wispy cloud to float up and away, eventually dispersing into the air beyond sight. Opening up, though, was some kind of task that she found herself struggling with a bit. It was harder than she thought when before she had to keep her mouth shut, back straight, and her face devoid of any emotion that might've given her away. Now she had the freedom to say what she wanted, to slouch when she sat even though she choose to keep her posture, and her face could become some kind of book for people to read, even if she did not want it.

Life was such a curious thing to her, and it really made her think. As she knitted there, she would slip one stitch to the other needle in a fluid motion, not even skipping a beat as she worked her way around in a small circle befitting of her son's forming skull. It was a deep blue colored yarn that she worked with for the moment that she could only describe as peacock colored. The yarn would work it's way around, two carefully knit rows of that color, and then it would work into an onyx coloration. Naturally, these had been the colors that she picked when she was nesting and working on his quaint little nursery. She did not know what exactly she needed to expect out of the tiny boy, but that had to have been most brand new parental figures. Though with her oddly skewed lineage, it made it a bit weird. Did her son become some kind of time traveling necromancer? Did he become one with ice? Or did he become attuned to the shadows? Or would he take some other unnamed genetic pathway that would take her for surprise? All she knew was that she just wanted him safe and sound, and she would do whatever it took to make it as such. Nothing would stop her, and there would be no measures that wouldn't be taken. With another layer of her flesh, there would be another row of knitting complete on her small needles. The flesh would be brushed away along with any blood, and then a soothing feeling would swash over her as Gai began to heal her flesh with a tender caring, making sure that it would not scar back up again. They may have been the tiger stripes that Haruka had earned, but she did not need them as she did not need them to clue anything in to anyone. There were only so many lies, so many stories that you could tell people before your information began colliding into one another and the rumors began to spread. And that was why she had chosen to tell Souji the truth, even if it might've made him all the more curious into the life she now lead behind the scenes.

The runoff of her blood would dissipate into a salmon coloration into the water, flowing away to the end of the waterfall that fed into the very ends of the earth here. Her rows of stitches would grow smaller until they finally culminated to the small point at the top of the little hat she created. There was no limit to the outpouring of creativity that she had for her little, blonde haired munchkin. Every piece of clothing that he had, she took it upon herself to create for him. Though sometimes it seemed that he grew out of his clothes so fast that it was hard to keep up with him, but some how she always managed to see everything through. Topping off the small hat, she would feel a smile spread slowly across her features as she attached a little knitted ball atop of it just to give it that last hint of cuteness. Another creation worthy of being proud of in the back of her mind. And it wouldn't give the abundance of hair atop of his head any kind of weird brim of hat hair or anything like that. The thought made a small laugh pass her lips and then Gai would look up towards her with her silver locks falling over her shoulders now. The other young woman held a distinct smile that caused Haruka to quickly look away in embarrassment. She didn't mean to laugh out loud, but here she was, and every time she did something stupid, she always got caught. Jeez, could she have gone back to being a closed book yet? It didn't seem like it would come any time soon, though. And that was quite unfortunate in the back of her mind. Casting her knitting off of the needle, she would use one of her sharpened canines to rip the working end of the thread away and then she would wave her hand just slightly, sealing her needles and yarn away into a scroll to be used later. She was fond of such an action, really. It saved so much space. In her room, there were scrolls upon scrolls stacked away and kept for a later date. Those had been all of the weapons that she had kept locked away in the Cage of Rubies. She was thankful that she could get in and out quick enough to grab onto her belongings before they cast those away as well. Tch. . .

"Milady, everything here is complete. What I want you to do next is to take a long soak in the hot water to remove any bacteria from the surface of your skin. Your body may be a tundra where bacteria and viruses cannot thrive, but your son is very much warm blooded. It certainly is a wonder how he even survived as long as he did within there." She'd laugh just lightly, patting at the young woman's stomach which had been healed up. "I will take Kei to your home here in Arcadia and put him to sleep in his actual crib. I advise you sit and soak for about an hour, and for heaven's sakes, try not to freeze up The Sea or anything like that. I know you love your cold, but keep it a decent tourist attraction for everyone else~. And here," Gai would pluck the small hat from her hands and pick up the scroll that had sealed away her work, and Haruka rolled her eyes just a bit. "I'll see you in about an hour."

"See you, Gai. Take good care of him for me. I won't be long." She'd speak quietly, pushing herself up to a stand upon the rock. Reaching up, she'd pull away a pin that held her hair bound up to the back of her head in a neat and orderly bun, and her braid would fall out down along her back. Thankfully the braid itself would not unravel. Her fingers would run gently through the hair at the top of her head that was loose and she would shake her head from side to side. She'd watch as the woman carried her belongings and her son away, disappearing off into the distance and she would give an annoyed sound. It sucked that she had to stay away when all she wanted to do was cuddle him, but she could understand her handmaiden's reasonings very well. A yawn would pass the young woman's mauve lips as she would look around. It was a late hour, one of the times that she liked to come out because there were not many people around and the dark could be her shroud against anyone that might've recognized her. Lifting her arms above her head, she would listen to her spine pop and crack from where she had been sitting still for so long. Dropping her arms, she would use her feet to jump off of the flat rock that she had been sitting on and she would drop to the floor with a dull thud, not really wanting to be graceful with no one else around.
She would pull the white shirt that she had on away and then she would pull away her black pants that she had on, nearly stumbling forward. Skinny jeans, man. A person, shinobi or not, really had to grease themselves up to get them on. Thankfully they had been low riding so that Gai could work on her properly. Stepping forward over to the water's edge, she would look down towards her reflection carefully and trace her fingers over the scars which now only looked like thin lines along her flesh. She no longer looked like she had been attacked by a bear, or something like that. Truth be told, she did a real number on herself, but no matter what it was, nothing threatened a Mama Bear's cub, Nothing at all. Even their own inner-workings and things of the like.

She would then pull away her undergarments, leaving them with the disorganized pile of clothing that she took off and she walked into the warmth of the sea, giving a slight grit of her teeth. She could feel the cold leaving her extremities first, and then the warmth would invade her core as she shifted herself to go sit back against a wall. If she were to go to the center, she was certain that she would melt away here within The Sea and that was not something that she wanted at all. She could feel a sting at her stomach where she had been worked on, and what she had always been told was that was the feeling of germs or whatever else was there being killed off by whatever was there. So, she would let the water work it's magic for a few moments before, drawing in a breath to dunk herself beneath the surface tension to get her hair wet as well. Silently, she would contemplate how she would keep herself sane having to stay here for an hour. Bleh. She could do something like sing a song, maybe. . . Or she could actually attempt to freeze The Sea solid and blame it on some crazy and unnatural force, but she knew that there would be three more fingers pointing back at her. Chaos was not necessarily her calling, unless it was a controlled embodiment of chaos. Now, that was something that she could get behind. Pushing herself back up from below the surface of the water, she would feel her feet touch against the odd little stones that lay beneath the surface and she would give a wince. They were a bit sharp, but thankfully she was not made of paper. The pain that seared there would dissipate after a few moments and she would be left with her thought process once more. It was odd. She was surrounded by her natural base element, but. . . It was not a friendly form of that particular element. It was a lot like the fire that she had been experimenting with in her time of training. She knew that if she was not careful, she would end up scalded by this water, but she would not slip up. The dull drippings of the water would echo in her ears as she watched silently on. It seemed that maybe only a minute or so had passed at this point, and in her mind, she was most certainly counting down on every second until she could go home and be close to the young child that she called her own.

"Give me a break," would be the quiet murmur she'd give, tilting her head back to look up towards the ceiling. Tick, tock. Would there be anything or even anyone to provide some form of amusement here?
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Haruka said:
RP for Adv. Element: Crystal
Sure, sure, sure. Things weren't made to be chugged, gulped, or whatever else, but people who weren't bothered by the cold nor the heat running through their veins would not allow it to phase them too much, right? Righty. Now, this much was not potent enough to get the young woman drunk because she had a hell of a tolerance, so he only needed to rest assured that her actions were that of her own volition. A small, dry laugh would pass her lips at his comment and she made herself comfortable there on his lap. "Hardly a dream, but I'll take the compliment." She'd murmur, rolling her eyes just the slightest of bits as she leaned further into the male. His warmth was entrancing. It was strange, but she felt like she was drawn into the flame like a freakin' moth. As his lips pressed closely to her flesh, she attempted to quell the slight shiver that wanted to tickle up and along her spine. A soft spot was what he seemed to have found, but she'd never admit it. She'd listen to him in silence, not interrupting what he spoke about and she closed her eyes for a moment. "Endo? The worst of them?" She hardly knew the Tsuchikage, but it was like every time she was supposed to meet with him and discuss things, she found herself entranced off in the distance by a dust particle or a bug. . . You know, worthwhile things to someone who had the occasional bought of ADD. "I never paid attention to the minute things in my life." She'd state very bluntly in regards to the man he had addressed. Whoops, did she do some strange kind of 'real talk' Haruka style?

"We share, right?" She'd comment, sliding her hands down to grasp at his hand, holding it lightly in both of hers. She'd trace her fingers along the back of that hand as she moved to look him in the eye. "I will worry about you, and I will worry about the clan that you strive to build back up. I will not let anyone, nor anything oppress the flourishing of your clan. Even if that means disabling the people that get in the way." She would speak in a very serious tone as she watched him carefully, hoping to catch any kind of glimmer of emotion that would cross his features to remedy that. She didn't wish to freak him out. That was the last thing on her list. . . But she was made to kill, and kill she would if she had to. People be damned if they chose to get in the way. She'd squeeze his hand, and she would lean forward, pressing her lips to his now, hoping to catch him in a slow and sweet kiss. Sealing her little promise whether he wanted it or not, with a kiss. . .
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Approved. Blood, Vapor, Crystal Minor Affinities unlocked (with Ice & Mirror I think you're full up).
 
Yes, you can have one more.
3/4 AEs filled up + 2 free AEs (BL & Shinobi 101)
 
Haruka said:
After mastering half of the Fire Jootsuz, Haruka now has a Major Affinity to Fire. I'll be making a note of this. Thanks!
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Works for me aafter link review. Approved.
 
As per this topic http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=169933#p169933 , Haruka now has a minor affinity in Wind. Using this along with her major affinity to Fire, I'll be unlocking Kinesis.

RP for Kinesis Advanced Element:
Haunted was the way that Arcadia truly felt today. There were not even those typical attributes that would spell out a normal haunted feeling such as whispering halls, fluttering aparitions, and other such things that added to that attribute. It was more or less just dark, a hint of cold swashing over the area. Stone... Did it not need to be stuck within an eternal winter? It was a thought that crossed the minds of many. Just like Mist, this place could very well be frozen over to drive out the masses. She knew all of the accordances that went along with what happened. There was the gentle sound of a river that would occasionally splash, trickling along with the bend and flow of the carve out of the land. The black sand was laying in just a flattened out, even manner. It was like someone had landscaped here previously, but it had been ages since someone had come through to smooth the sand out. It was just the eerie winds that thrush through the underground civilization. It was pushed and evened out in a proper manner. Something that a person wouldn't complain about as it was very minute. With palms upturned, fingers moving and twitching every so often, there came a small downpour of ice and snow. Nothing too hectic or strange, after all, it had been expected now that the true leader had to combat with a bunch of insane men and women to attempt to straighten out how the village was quickly descending into the pits of what seemed like hell. It was enough to annoy the strongest of men and women, after all. So here she was, dancing with dalliances and listening to people attempt to smear her good name all across the walls like it was nothing more than their own expulsions. The snow would find it's way down to the sands below the young woman which had taken her shape, melded all around her body. She felt like she was sinking into the earth. And she was fine with that. She was more exhausted as each day passed. Fighting was never easy upon a person, but here she was, having to go through all sorts of hoops that threatened to drive her absolutely insane at this point. With closed eyes, she felt the snow touch at her facial features, collecting there like she had no body heat what so ever. Her affinity to the fire had been calmed down at this point after her battle with Endo. It did not have a reason to lash out any more now that she felt as though she was safe in her stance. After all, her wounds had healed up-- crudely, mind you-- but they had healed, leaving behind nothing more than some sour scars.

That didn't mean that they didn't still hurt, though. With the way the weather always seemed to shift around the young woman, that meant that the pressures of the air would change as well. It was okay. Just a reminder of her victory over someone who was a tyrant and looking to make everything topple down upon itself. However, it seemed that his counsel was all the same. They wanted to see the village fall even more than he did, and that was a shame... However, she didn't need to worry about that right now. "I keep going to the river to pray, 'cause I need something that can wash all the pain. And at most, I'm sleeping all these demons away, but your ghost, the ghost of you, it keeps me awake~." A strong voice singing in a gentle tone, not much to attract people who didn't know what the woman's voice sounded like. However, at this point, she was infamous enough for people to guess. That was why they guessed at her heritage, and that was why they attempted to bicker about her ability. The life of a person who's job was never done was quite the complicated one, eh? Ah well. The snow would pick up, dancing all around the area. Some places it would stick, and in others it would melt away. It was hit or miss as the young woman lay there, eyes closed, humming along to the song in her head.
 
Haruka said:
As per this topic http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=169933#p169933 , Haruka now has a minor affinity in Wind. Using this along with her major affinity to Fire, I'll be unlocking Kinesis.

RP for Kinesis Advanced Element:
Haunted was the way that Arcadia truly felt today. There were not even those typical attributes that would spell out a normal haunted feeling such as whispering halls, fluttering aparitions, and other such things that added to that attribute. It was more or less just dark, a hint of cold swashing over the area. Stone... Did it not need to be stuck within an eternal winter? It was a thought that crossed the minds of many. Just like Mist, this place could very well be frozen over to drive out the masses. She knew all of the accordances that went along with what happened. There was the gentle sound of a river that would occasionally splash, trickling along with the bend and flow of the carve out of the land. The black sand was laying in just a flattened out, even manner. It was like someone had landscaped here previously, but it had been ages since someone had come through to smooth the sand out. It was just the eerie winds that thrush through the underground civilization. It was pushed and evened out in a proper manner. Something that a person wouldn't complain about as it was very minute. With palms upturned, fingers moving and twitching every so often, there came a small downpour of ice and snow. Nothing too hectic or strange, after all, it had been expected now that the true leader had to combat with a bunch of insane men and women to attempt to straighten out how the village was quickly descending into the pits of what seemed like hell. It was enough to annoy the strongest of men and women, after all. So here she was, dancing with dalliances and listening to people attempt to smear her good name all across the walls like it was nothing more than their own expulsions. The snow would find it's way down to the sands below the young woman which had taken her shape, melded all around her body. She felt like she was sinking into the earth. And she was fine with that. She was more exhausted as each day passed. Fighting was never easy upon a person, but here she was, having to go through all sorts of hoops that threatened to drive her absolutely insane at this point. With closed eyes, she felt the snow touch at her facial features, collecting there like she had no body heat what so ever. Her affinity to the fire had been calmed down at this point after her battle with Endo. It did not have a reason to lash out any more now that she felt as though she was safe in her stance. After all, her wounds had healed up-- crudely, mind you-- but they had healed, leaving behind nothing more than some sour scars.

That didn't mean that they didn't still hurt, though. With the way the weather always seemed to shift around the young woman, that meant that the pressures of the air would change as well. It was okay. Just a reminder of her victory over someone who was a tyrant and looking to make everything topple down upon itself. However, it seemed that his counsel was all the same. They wanted to see the village fall even more than he did, and that was a shame... However, she didn't need to worry about that right now. "I keep going to the river to pray, 'cause I need something that can wash all the pain. And at most, I'm sleeping all these demons away, but your ghost, the ghost of you, it keeps me awake~." A strong voice singing in a gentle tone, not much to attract people who didn't know what the woman's voice sounded like. However, at this point, she was infamous enough for people to guess. That was why they guessed at her heritage, and that was why they attempted to bicker about her ability. The life of a person who's job was never done was quite the complicated one, eh? Ah well. The snow would pick up, dancing all around the area. Some places it would stick, and in others it would melt away. It was hit or miss as the young woman lay there, eyes closed, humming along to the song in her head.
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Approved.
 
http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=561&t=11497&p=180794#p180794

As per this thread, I will be purchasing SCORCH [ Major Fire + Minor NE ]

RP for Scorch:
The drag and claw of nails against flesh would sound solely to Yukarei's ears, to Haruka's ears... It was the sound a woman would make when she knew that someone was so blatantly lurking in the background. Did mother not teach these damned kids to stay the hell away when another person was attempting to crack open into another person's body to leave them lifeless? It seemed that the fun would have to wait, and by fun, Haruka's definition held a little bit more morbid meaning to it. Her hands would place against his chest for only a moment as she shifted one of her thighs, a casual brush against his right hip and before he could even think about the crackle of lightning to zap her like some kind of bug, she would no longer be atop of him. That moment had ended almost as soon as Koyoko entered the frame. With her body twisting through the air now, she would back flip back onto her feet. Her hair hung low and over her head and soon she would stand up straight, flicking her hair back behind her shoulders now with her lightly bloodied finger tips. "I assure you, you're not interrupting much of anything." The woman would speak in a low tone, standing up straight as she placed one hand against her hip. Her frosted over blue eyes would peer at Koyoko now, darkening with each second. "But, I can assure you," soon, the young woman would step to stand before the other woman. Examining her features quietly, a small smirk would dance on her features: "I have no problem wrangling the life from you as well." And there it was, the vague threats that only Haruka could whisper in such an oddly decadent tone. Now then, she would grin a small bit. "Judging by the looks of that flush on your face, I don't think you would mind too much. You can leave. I can speak with you another day, I'm sure. Collect yourself, Ryujin-san." Now, she would step away from the other woman and she would turn to look at the newcomer.

It had become a party in no time, eh?

"I am Subzero. Let us save the village's native language for a time when all parties are able to understand it. Is there something that you need right here, right now? I promise, I am a big girl and I can handle myself." A smirk would dance along her features now, revealing one of her fangs that would overlap her lip. "As are all of the parties here." Lifting her hands up, she would motion to whomever remained at this point. "So, what's up? What can I do for you?" Haruka would ask, now sitting down in the chair of ice that sat there.

Kthanks.
 
Haruka said:
http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=561&t=11497&p=180794#p180794

As per this thread, I will be purchasing SCORCH [ Major Fire + Minor NE ]

RP for Scorch:
The drag and claw of nails against flesh would sound solely to Yukarei's ears, to Haruka's ears... It was the sound a woman would make when she knew that someone was so blatantly lurking in the background. Did mother not teach these damned kids to stay the hell away when another person was attempting to crack open into another person's body to leave them lifeless? It seemed that the fun would have to wait, and by fun, Haruka's definition held a little bit more morbid meaning to it. Her hands would place against his chest for only a moment as she shifted one of her thighs, a casual brush against his right hip and before he could even think about the crackle of lightning to zap her like some kind of bug, she would no longer be atop of him. That moment had ended almost as soon as Koyoko entered the frame. With her body twisting through the air now, she would back flip back onto her feet. Her hair hung low and over her head and soon she would stand up straight, flicking her hair back behind her shoulders now with her lightly bloodied finger tips. "I assure you, you're not interrupting much of anything." The woman would speak in a low tone, standing up straight as she placed one hand against her hip. Her frosted over blue eyes would peer at Koyoko now, darkening with each second. "But, I can assure you," soon, the young woman would step to stand before the other woman. Examining her features quietly, a small smirk would dance on her features: "I have no problem wrangling the life from you as well." And there it was, the vague threats that only Haruka could whisper in such an oddly decadent tone. Now then, she would grin a small bit. "Judging by the looks of that flush on your face, I don't think you would mind too much. You can leave. I can speak with you another day, I'm sure. Collect yourself, Ryujin-san." Now, she would step away from the other woman and she would turn to look at the newcomer.

It had become a party in no time, eh?

"I am Subzero. Let us save the village's native language for a time when all parties are able to understand it. Is there something that you need right here, right now? I promise, I am a big girl and I can handle myself." A smirk would dance along her features now, revealing one of her fangs that would overlap her lip. "As are all of the parties here." Lifting her hands up, she would motion to whomever remained at this point. "So, what's up? What can I do for you?" Haruka would ask, now sitting down in the chair of ice that sat there.

Kthanks.
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Approved, have fun burning stuff 8D I know I will.
 
http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=561&t=11497&start=90

As per this thread, I will be purchasing METAL [ Major: Earth + Minor: NE ]

RP for Metal:
Ease was not something that Haruka had the luxury of... And she almost wished that she did from time to time. With her lineage held over her head, and with her prowess almost eternally hanging within the air and the subject of scrutiny... Damn it was hard. That was what made true shinobi, however. Testing one's mettle and everything that they stood for? Hell yes. Soon, she would place herself in a sitting position and she would look up towards Takayama after he had stepped backwards and away from her. Pursing her lips just for a few moments, she would place her hands against her thighs just lightly. "Hold on, I need a new weapon before I go smearin' you against the gym floor." A smirk would touch her features for just a few moments now... And then she would place her hands down against the ground, focusing upon her chakra. Her fingers would slide against the ground, picking up any dirt and grime, but that was the least of her worries at this point in time. "You know, actually, I like a challenge. Come at me, Bakanyoni-san, while I go ahead and craft some kind of weapon with my imagination." Hurray, doing things with one's mind... Wait what? This woman was strange. As it had always been, no matter what was happening nor what position she held... Tugging forward on a strange energy from within her, she would feel a small bead of sweat dance down the side of her facial features now as the very floor shook. A small grunt would echo from the woman's lips as she continued forcing her chakra to bend to her will and find whatever form of jutsu may come. Soon, from beneath the wood of the floor, a strange metal would break through the surface and splinter at the wood.

If Takayama actually decided to come after her, he would find himself stumbling on the wood that would crackle if he was not careful. The woman would take a hold of the steel that would break through the floor and with her hand now hot enough to pull it free... The weapon would soon shape into that of a sharpened sword with the beck and call of her chakra. Even if her studen had not chosen to come at her, she would come to him and her eerily crafted blade would meet his now. The weapon that she had crafted would attempt to crash into the blade that appeared like ice and she would give a grin.

"...That was kind of harder than I expected, but that's the glory of discovering new things about yourself, huh?"

Thank youuuu!
 
Haruka said:
http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=561&t=11497&start=90

As per this thread, I will be purchasing METAL [ Major: Earth + Minor: NE ]

RP for Metal:
Ease was not something that Haruka had the luxury of... And she almost wished that she did from time to time. With her lineage held over her head, and with her prowess almost eternally hanging within the air and the subject of scrutiny... Damn it was hard. That was what made true shinobi, however. Testing one's mettle and everything that they stood for? Hell yes. Soon, she would place herself in a sitting position and she would look up towards Takayama after he had stepped backwards and away from her. Pursing her lips just for a few moments, she would place her hands against her thighs just lightly. "Hold on, I need a new weapon before I go smearin' you against the gym floor." A smirk would touch her features for just a few moments now... And then she would place her hands down against the ground, focusing upon her chakra. Her fingers would slide against the ground, picking up any dirt and grime, but that was the least of her worries at this point in time. "You know, actually, I like a challenge. Come at me, Bakanyoni-san, while I go ahead and craft some kind of weapon with my imagination." Hurray, doing things with one's mind... Wait what? This woman was strange. As it had always been, no matter what was happening nor what position she held... Tugging forward on a strange energy from within her, she would feel a small bead of sweat dance down the side of her facial features now as the very floor shook. A small grunt would echo from the woman's lips as she continued forcing her chakra to bend to her will and find whatever form of jutsu may come. Soon, from beneath the wood of the floor, a strange metal would break through the surface and splinter at the wood.

If Takayama actually decided to come after her, he would find himself stumbling on the wood that would crackle if he was not careful. The woman would take a hold of the steel that would break through the floor and with her hand now hot enough to pull it free... The weapon would soon shape into that of a sharpened sword with the beck and call of her chakra. Even if her studen had not chosen to come at her, she would come to him and her eerily crafted blade would meet his now. The weapon that she had crafted would attempt to crash into the blade that appeared like ice and she would give a grin.

"...That was kind of harder than I expected, but that's the glory of discovering new things about yourself, huh?"

Thank youuuu!
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Looks good to me! Approved~
 
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