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.
“Icchan,” disclosed the boy’s position beneath a heavy wool cap and within the bounding fabric of a scarf wrapped around the small of his face. The hat trailed off into two little nubs of a feline’s ears, perched and weighing the cover off-center. It added a much needed black flash to the shock of white that was Kiseki’s kept-yet-unruly hair poofing unevenly out from under it. With the circling oranges of the quilt material that he seemed to only pull closer towards a sniffly nose, the collection of colors came together: a tabby cat. He looked like a silly little tabby cat, bundled into its own fur with white booties for paws sticking out from its scrawny shape.
His eyes, however, told a story of some contrast; they were the brightest blue they had been out in the cold, as if each frosty breath lent a new refraction to this frozen lake. They were the appearance of the feeling of freezing over - like your limbs might tighten and slow from meeting his gaze. The shining lights beneath this surface appeared the only reason they hadn’t yet glassed over: there was still warmth there. It was the boy that approached - and the tippy-taps of the cat’s feet in excitement from this entrant only added to the fire.
Every step forward was an ember. Every thought of the two a shift of his scarf to allow paling lips speech. Kiseki was the picture of the archetypal boyfriend – well, he was, until he realized he thought the word ‘boyfriend’ and his little ears reddened to hide beneath bigger ones. “Are you ready to go?” Shyly, so softly.
There was a spring in his step this morning as Ichika was getting dressed, spending an abnormally long time in front of the mirror grooming himself. He wanted to make sure he looked his best before setting out. It just comes with the territory when you want to see your boyfriend melt into a crystalline puddle, those seraphic, sapphire eyes glistening back at you with heart-shaped pupils. Upbeat and convinced that he looked absolutely dazzling, he slips on the doggy-eared beanie the two had picked out together on a shopping trip, its ears hanging down and flopping back and forth as the puppy ventured out to meet the snowkitty.
Ah~ and there he was. All it took was hearing his voice and Ichika evaporated- all that remained was the weightless dew dripping from a single blade of grass where he once stood. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but it’s how it always happens, time and time again, ad infinitum. Ichika blushes, steamed mist and sparks pouring from his lips, his little hearth overheating. Kise looked so adorable in his patchwork outfit- the kitty ear cap! It was too much. Far too much!
He trots to the little kitty, each step a bounce mirroring the excited hound that he was and without a single word spoken, he embraces him, branding his snow-kissed lips with a feverish warmth.
Even with a running nose and bright red around it - the titular reindeer a season early - every other visible feature beamed ecstatic at Ichika's embrace. He couldn't help but squeak, shifting to hide deeper beneath his bundle of articles until only peeking blue remained. A warmth overtook his constant shiver, a trembling hand brushing Ichika's own as the memory of the kiss kept his hearth. He squeezes. He draws strength from these small actions and proximity to his personal sun: Icarus wanted nothing more than to burn. Melt me away, hound of red.
His boyfriend couldn't possibly be this cute.
Kiseki tugged Ichika's hand, shuffling steps closer and remaining in his solar system like an adoring satellite. He would hang close even as they began to walk, chatting softly between chitters of his teeth. "I-I'm really excited to do this with you, Icchan," he mumbled, shoulders bumping on uneven steps. "I've been practicing a l-lot lately." For once, every stuttered word came not from overwhelmity - every breath snowdust. It was only autumn, leaves crunching beneath even their light steps. He just needed to get a little closer to Ichika. That was all. "It shouldn't be too s-scary, but if the monsters freak you out, st - stay close to me, okay? Your dashing b-boyfriend --" okay, that one was flustered, "-- will keep you safe. I've got you, oohkay?" A small, sharp breath. A hug around his partner's arm, wandering quietly as bashful limbs seeked heat and clung stalagtite from stronger shapes.
"I've never seen zzombies before ... ah-ha ... I probably won't be able to rely on Genjutsu ... s-so I'll be relying on you, too, ookay?" He nudges his head, catching himself in the public affection but giving way to whims of need. It felt nice. It felt warm.
They would find themselves at the outskirts not too long from when they began, the village ends bleeding away to dotted countryside and the destined graveyard close off. Kiseki, still, lingered, chill momentarily forgotten to make way for softer anxieties. He quickly swallowed this down, and that act alone surged heat through his small system. Circulation in determination. "I'm kind of ...," he trailed off, looking down a slope to the shadowed entrance of their target. In the distance, with keen ears, a shambling moan might be picked up -- if your ears were sufficiently big and dog-like enough. "Should we just go in, haha?"
It would have been a pleasant stroll, two young lovers entwined- a little ember and snowdrop finding solace in each other’s presence. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect harmony in their embrace. “I’m gonna be counting on my adorable little bodyguard to keep me safe~” He giggled, surrendering to Kise’s charming declaration, leaning in to rest his head on top of the smaller boy.. He was an oasis, a refuge from the turbulent discord that encompassed everything outside of their intimate bubble. They were partners, through and through and Ichika knew that they would prevail against any obstacle as long as they were together.
The air shifts, rotten and aberrant, their steps teetering more and more as their final destination looms in the distance. Ichika wasn’t afraid, just a little… disturbed. After all, exterminating the walking dead isn’t exactly the most pleasant way to spend an afternoon with your boyfriend.. Ichika squeezes the icy little paw he covets so dearly, kneading along delicate knuckles . “Stay close to me, too, okay? We’ll protect each other.”
Standing there at the precipice of death and undeath, an unnaturally grotesque atmosphere blending in with a cacophony of skulking, dragging limbs and wails. This was not a place for humans to tread and yet, that was their duty. A hero never falters, even if stepping through that gate felt like he would be spirited away, dragged down into a foolish burial by the vengeful corpses that haunt this place. He slings his baseball bat over his shoulder and marches forth, crashing his foot against the embroidered gate causing it to burst open. With a resounding boom. Subtle as always, Ichika. He spots his prey and pounces, sprinting forward in an instant, smashing the shambling zombie’s skull.
“”Yep! Let’s get this over with so I can take you somewhere nice for a date!”
Ah ... a date ... their little ones they'd be on together so far had always been so cute, so sweet - they got these hats together, a little cat and his little hound, and it was one of Kiseki's favorite memories. He realized now, reflecting back, that every memory with Ichika had become a favorite. Every day they spent together in school and out of it, every night that Ichika stayed over, every meal and laugh and touch they shared. It was a peaceful existence. It was the purest of young love. He wasn't sure he'd ever lose this feeling - this honeymooning skip to his heart, starting to life again with every word from his partner. Flames to be fanned. He giggled, shyly, thumbing back a strand of white to peer over at Ichika in bright beaming. A creature watching the sun from beneath the waves. Not even the frost along the surface could hold back that light. "It's a promise," he mumbled, watching Ichika jump right in with nothing but brilliance behind him.
It was almost hard to look at: but he found that it wasn't the gruesomeness of the scene that brought him to a squint. It was Ichika Kazanari, so bright and powerful, leading this charge with little concern and a clean swipe. His unfortunate prey was obliterated in an instant, not even a rumble left behind by the rolling head of the first monster and its sagging body left to crumple silently to the dirt. Kiseki looked over the scene - scanned their shambling, grotesque opponents and the carnage already begun - and he felt almost nothing. Adoration for his boyfriend, an eagerness to finish the mission, and nothing otherwise. "Okay." He started, his steps so much lighter than Ichika's strong bolt; he was at the edge of the slope and then he wasn't, leaving only a sharp scent in the air of ionization that stood hair on end in a path down next to the red-head.
When he appeared again he did so with a brush of a small boot against the graveyard soil, seeming to float down from the air, autumn sun catching his outline. It was quickly lost beneath the intensifying mist, but even this was cut when a quilted scarf was edged down over pale lips. His breath was a soft incision. It slipped out and cut away the unsettled air around him, white sparks branching out with the exhalation of frost. Static kicks and lashes from his mouth when it opens, barely tilting his head to address the two shambling corpses that made way towards them. "『 Kindly break apart. 』"
He landed with his other foot as one of the zombies exploded into a fine, bloody miss, undercut by undercurrent until it dissipated entirely with nothing left in its space. That felt good. The remaining beast surged forward, prompting Kiseki to position himself in front of Ichika in a frowning blockade. "No, th-that's my boyfriend."Eheheh ..."『 Lay to rest. 』"
There were no more obstacles in their way after his final declaration, only a toxic mist that rolled out through the long graveyard and the shapes that had begun to turn and toil within. They would be joined by a myriad more shapes in the enemy's response, Kiseki shuffling back with a shy hand that slipped around Ichika's arm in a squeeze before patting it off. "O-okay, Icchan," he murmured, the lilt of his head offering a gentle smile and excitement within the turn of sapphire eyes. "Go wild, boy." Release the hound - here slips off the leash.
ZOMBIE 1: 400 HP / ZOMBIE 2: 400 HP / ZOMBIE 3: 400 HP / ZOMBIE 4: 400 HP / ZOMBIE 5: 400 HP
Each Zombie targets a random boy with a Basic Attack at the start of Ichika's turn.
PRE-ROUND
(Surprise Round) .5 AP Ichika equips Orphan. Kiseki equips Little Bird.
1 AP Kiseki enters Lightning - Chakra Style: Volt Jump.
1.75 AP Ichika attacks Proto-Zombie 1 with Concrete Blast. Hits! Proto-Zombie 1 takes 595 damage and dies.
2.5 AP Kiseki attacks Proto-Zombie 2 with Electroshock. Fails Stun. Hits!Proto-Zombie 2 takes 720 damage and dies.
4 AP Kiseki attacks Proto-Zombie 3 with Electroshock. Stun successful.Crits! (18) Hits! Proto-Zombie 3 takes 1594 damage and dies.
Zombie 1-5 enters the fight!
At the start of Ichika's turn, the following attack: Zombie 1 attacks Ichika with a Basic Attack. Zombie 2 attacks Kiseki with a Basic Attack. Zombie 3 attacks Kiseki with a Basic Attack. Zombie 4 attacks Ichika with a Basic Attack. Zombie 5 attacks Kiseki with a Basic Attack.
HP //1850
CP // 3290 - 240 - 240 = 2810
Status // Lightning Chakra Style - Volt Jump,
OOC Rank: D Level: 2 Agility: 60 Stamina: 50 Ninjutsu: 60 Genjutsu: 80 Taijutsu: 20 Chakra Control: 70
<Prelude in Violet> HP: (35+lvl) x stamina CP: (45+lvl) x chakra control Class Bonus: +1 Misc Item Slot, +1 Free Basic per Round High: Genjutsu DC, Ninjutsu Accuracy Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save Low: Taijutsu Accuracy, Ranged Accuracy
A sparkling vortex electrifies the air, a maelstrom that splinters apart anything it touches. That is what his boyfriend was like. An almighty wielder of thunder and lightning, smiting down the wretched creatures that defiled this place. Ichika could only gaze upon him in reverence, the mere sight of his visage causing his skin to ionize, hair standing on end. He was so proud of him. His hard work and practice paying off, a far cry from the timid little kitty that struggled to transform. He readied his bat ready to strike the half-mangled corpse lurching towards him and something beautiful fell from the heavens. His heart skips a beat, then pulses, a pair of cerulean surrounded by a squall of sparks- his hero~ Ichika pets his head, a breathless confirmation that he would, forever and always, belong to the little Raijin.
The subtle comfort just having him back by his side, a boy and his cat/ a dog and his boy, even in this hellish landscape- a sanctuary in the moon's orbit. How he wished to indulge in the lustrous glow of his celestial body. Still, there was much work to be done. The dead still walk and their wails taint the very air they breathe. "Go wild, boy." That was all he needed to hear. His ears perk up, nosing a little kiss into his cat's porcelain cheek before he rushes forth to obey like the obedient hound he is.
Let loose the dog of war.
Ichika scrapes his bat against the sloping terrain, clanging against fallen tombstones that echo through the haunted cemetery, shadowed silhouettes looming ever present. An unseen hand pierces through the mist, crashing into his sternum, A wince, but never faltering, even as the jolt of Kise's cries vibrate through his limbs. He had orders and conviction that his master would make persevere and make short work of their enemies He reaches the end of the line- his target. A festering piece of meat far past its expiration date. He dodges its sluggish strike and runs past twisting his body like a corkscrew. The tension building as he winds back around, releasing the pressure into a devastating blow, splintering the ghoul's ribs as it spirals back towards Ichika's starting point. It's body barrels through the air like a bullet until it finally smashes into one of the zombies attacking Kise.
His eyes focus in like a rabid mongrel, asserting itself by maiming anything in its path. Another one! He takes off, leaping towards it, gliding through the air with a flip, using the momentum to knock its head clean off its shoulders- a stationary baseball sitting atop a Tee. "Hahahahaaaa~ Homerun!" There it went, far into the misty crowd, shambling in applause.. Why stop there? He singles out another, closer to Kise and bounds through the air again like a feral beast. A miscalculation. A bewildered look at realizing that he had somehow struck out against a target that could barely move. Slightly embarrassed considering Kise was in view, but still all it would take is a quick one-two to dispatch them, right? He strikes into unresponsive flesh once and winds back again, clubbing the undead monster in the neck. Still it stood. Either this one was tougher than the others or Ichika was losing his edge.
He jumps back out of its grasp, regrouping with the little kitty, a dog returning to its master. "It's your turn, okay? Knock 'em dead, tiger~"
Zombie 1 attacks Ichika with a Basic Attack and HITS!
Dealing 50 damage Zombie 4 attacks Ichika with a Basic Attack. and MISSES
1.25 AP Ichika uses Dynamic Charge (Special Action) on Zombie 4 and Zombie 5 as a secondary target and HITS!
Dealing 432 Damage Zombie 4 and Zombie 5 die
2.5 AP Ichika uses Dynamic Bash on Zombie 1 and HITS!
Dealing 595 Damage Zombie 1 dies
3.75 AP Ichika uses Dynamic Bash on Zombie 2 and MISSES
3.75 AP Ichika uses a Free Basic Attack on Zombie 2 and MISSES
4.5 AP Ichika uses a Basic Attack on Zombie 2 and HITS!
Dealing 66.5 Damage
HP // 4340 - 50 = 4290
CP // 1920 - 180 - 200 - 200 = 1340
Status //
OOC Rank: D
Level: 2
Agility: 60
Stamina: 70
Ninjutsu: 60
Genjutsu: 30
Taijutsu: 70
Chakra Control: 60
Power level: 350
Blooming Courage HP: (60+Level) * Stamina CP: (30+Level) * Chakra Control Class Bonus: +1 Free Basic Attack, +1 Accuracy (4 Points total) High: Melee Accuracy Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save, Ninjutsu Accuracy Low: Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
If Kiseki was a God of Thunder descended upon this battlefield, Ichika embodied a God of War - his authority was more direct, earthshaking, horns heralding his revelry on every swing and fired grin. He was a demon in a gentle hound's clothing; an aspect that once scared Kiseki, but was one that now brought him peace and adoration. Ichika fought for him. W-with him, even. He had been loosed upon their enemies and brought total destruction with every swing. Kiseki preferred short, effortless interaction in the course of a battle - knowing he still couldn't push himself further than this, no matter how precise he was becoming - but Ichika moved only as fast and significantly more explosive. Kiseki didn't mind the fighting as he was now. Ichika thrived in it.
He was beautiful.
It was this distraction of thought that had rotted limbs descending upon divinity. Biting and clawing to dethrone this angel of lightning, a characteristic whimper yipped Kiseki out of his colder demeanor. He blinked rapidly, grimacing with his recoil, and pushed uselessly to urge the uncaring undead's teeth out of his porcelain skin. It had already shattered on the impact, a spiderwebbing of red to gush and dribble out until it pooled down his arm. A frenziness overtook him, natural panic and instict -- "『 Get off -- 』" It didn't stick, his voice cracking while he tried to retain his wits within the searing pit his nerves were dragged into. No, no, stop!Stop! It hurts! "『 I SAID B E R E M O V E D ! 』"
That took mark: and thus spoke, thus smitten. A white flash enveloped his aggressor and vaporized the corpse within moments, once more a traceless victory - out of realm, out of memory - among Ichika's spoils. He gasped in little huffs, backing a short step from the rest of the attacking gang to recover and re-center. A hand covered his uglied wound, flinching and whining between his teeth, and he squeezed his shirt over it to stem the damage. It wasn't mortal. It didn't need to be. The cat might have learned to take a scratch but a notch was a step too far for something so previously untouched. It stung like hell, he meant. Ichika didn't spend long before he - framed by fury and purpose - rejoined the vanguard, but his attacks weren't finding their purchase and the two had to regroup themselves. Kiseki sucked in a breath. Lingering heat left his space with the intake."I-Icchan," he started, weakly masking his pained sounds.
But the hounds of war had called him into battle. He wouldn't ignore their howls.
His eyes dimmed, thrusting arms out to sides and sending his blood scattered across wicked soil. An exhalation of frost and static. A cold beat. More shapes surged in the mist with wailful groaning, but something else stirred behind them -- and decayed forms shuffled out to replace their lost kin until the two stared down five again. Kiseki wasted little time or movement; every motion conservative with clean purpose. He edged back on his heel, sought to scan the forces and pick his target carefully, then launched into the air with a surge. "『 Return ... To The Earth! 』" Chakra lashed in a discharge from his lips, pulling up the earth beneath a zombie as spire after spire erupted from beneath its feet and left it - for once - impaled as trophy. He landed to the side, gasping in another breath, and shouted down one more. "『 Disappear! 』"
He was heaving after that one, crouched down and shrouded briefly within the mist of its atomized bile. His pulse was beating too arythmically between his rushing chakra and the blood that spilled from his arm. It was clearing, slowly, but he couldn't make a movement without being bit by the sensation. He could push through this much. He broke out a small medicinal bottle, shaky hand thumbing through across it while the buck was passed back to Ichika. There didn't seem to be any more groaning shapes after these three -- but something remained in the fog, and it watched them keenly. "T-tagging out."
ZOMBIE 2: 333 HP / ZOMBIE 7: 400 HP / ZOMBIE 8: 400 HP
Each Zombie targets a random boy with a Basic Attack at the start of Ichika's turn. Zombies have a chance to inflict Bleed. (20%) Zombie 2 will attack Ichika. Zombie 7 will attack Kiseki. Zombie 8 will attack Kiseki.
ROUND 1 START
Zombie 1 attacks Ichika with a Basic Attack and HITS!
Dealing 50 damage
Ichika pants, collecting himself after his frenzied stupor. The battlefield was awash with gore, melted bone and ash, the ground scorched with humming electricity that seeps deep into the soil, longing for its own final resting place. Still, the air was buzzing in their macabre colosseum, a resounding thrum overpowers the ghastly moans of the undead. Every bolt a decree, hushing dissonance to reclaim his divine melody. The all-powerful kitty that commanded lightning that rivaled the god of thunder, purring a shattering refrain. Ichika was enamored, his body set ablaze. This wasn't adrenaline. He was simply- flustered. Seeing Kiseki like this stirring new, more... carnal emotions. It was rather distracting, considering where they were and what was at stake!
Even after his carnage ended, he remained just as beautiful. Ichika stood next to him, examining the grisly wound on his right arm, clicking his tongue. How dare these freaks lay a single finger on his Kise! "I'm really proud of you, hon. You were pretty hot out there, y'know? Try to take it easy while I clean up." He slings his baseball bat around his shoulder, sheathing it as he steps forward, the pit in his stomach filling with hellfire. Ichika wouldn't ever think of himself as some divine being existing in the same realm as somebody like Kise- he was far too pure, far too angelic by nature. If Ichika would choose to liken himself to something,.. Demon. Yeah, a demon. He didn't want to make the world a better place by putting a little good back into it. He wanted to punish evil, destroy it completely, drag it down to hell where it belonged and consume it so wholly that nothing but ash remained.
Embers flicker and fade, a clamor building up inside of him as he amasses chakra in the infernal engine that is his body. His body feels feverish and yet like everything was in its natural state, even as he can hear his blood sweltering beneath his skin. He erupts/He blooms. Tora. A single handseal- like a cat kneading every little bit of heat into the palm of its hand, hotter and hotter still, sublime incalescence as he wields a blazing comet. "FIREBALL!" He hurls the shooting star, vaporizing the two zombies that once stood there. A twinge of pain shoots up his arm, the zombie he dented with his bat had snuck up on him in the pandemonium. A feeble last attempt to justify its existence. Ichika clasps his hands together, conjuring the inferno in his gut. Tatsu. Wildfire spews out of his mouth, rotten flesh blistering until it splits apart, charred fragments crumbling to the earth. Ichika slumps over, steam and smoke pouring out with every ragged breathe. "Hey, Kise... How was I? Pretty hot, yeah?"
Zombie 2 attacks Ichika with a Basic Attack and HITS!
Dealing 50 damage.
Zombie 7 attacks Kiseki with a Basic Attack and MISSES
Zombie 8 attacks Kiseki with a Basic Attack and MISSES
.5 AP
Ichika gets Fired Up and enters Fire - Chakra Style (Flare Blitz)
1 AP
Ichika unequps Orphan
2.5 AP
Ichika uses Fireball (Special Action - Grand Fireball) on Zombie 7 and Zombie 8 and HITS!
Dealing 720 damage
Zombie 7 and 8 die
3.75 AP
Ichika uses Thermal Maw on Zombie 2 and HITS!
Dealing 407 damage
Zombie 2 dies
5 AP
Ichika rests regaining 4% HP/CP
HP // 4290 +50 = 4340
CP // 1340 - 360 - 100 + 77 = 957
Status // Fire - Chakra Style (Flare Blitz)
OOC Rank: D
Level: 2
Agility: 60
Stamina: 70
Ninjutsu: 60
Genjutsu: 30
Taijutsu: 70
Chakra Control: 60
Power level: 350
Blooming Courage HP: (60+Level) * Stamina CP: (30+Level) * Chakra Control Class Bonus: +1 Free Basic Attack, +1 Accuracy (4 Points total) High: Melee Accuracy Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save, Ninjutsu Accuracy Low: Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
A blessing from light itself - love itself - warmth itself. It spread quickly through chilled limbs until he felt he might melt in with the pool of his blood. It was the only thing in his universe as hot to touch as Ichika's hand on his skin. He shifted in the dirt, knees pocketmarked by soil and stones, little knicks ignored for the throbbing pain in his still-bleeding limb. He tended it over with first aid cloth after dry swallowing a pain reliever; he had packed smart for his first non-structured, non-overseen combat mission. He wasn't going to risk him or Ichika getting seriously injured. They were prepared for this - he knew this had to be true, between every lesson and every intimacy shared - but confidence did not need to mean recklessness.
So he took his instructions contentedly, faith and justice in searing motion before him. He could watch Ichika carve their victory through seemingly endless corpses while knowing there was nothing to fear while such radiant clemency was fighting for him. It was a wondrous visage. His cheeks stained red from heat and fluster, watching his heart of heart beat endless fury into the coldness of Death itself - it was a testament. Nothing could stand between Ichika. Each gentle ray from his little sun, his loyal hound, beget an intensity that cleared any pathway as if magnified through a glass. That same glass shone in Kiseki's eyes, reflecting beauty in its truest form. Destruction.Love.
Awed features turned that gaze of devastation through each obstacle until Ichika had tired himself into the womb of the inferno. He staggered there, gasping smoke, embers from the charred corpses floating up around him like snowflakes from hell: and Kiseki loved him all over again. He felt it. An instinct more intense than fear or pain. Something redder than the flush of his blood. He ached, then, and struggled to his own feet before starting forward to fling himself at his boyfriend. He didn't mean to be untoward, but he was going to kiss him in this decrepit sepulcher.
Laughter cut through the miasma and he froze. Instant. His eyes widened, and the pressure on the back of their necks would cause anyone's hair to stand. Instinctively his chakra shifted from his mouth to his feet, a crackling beneath the soles of curled toes that seemed primed to run. He had to fight every instinct to stay there with Ichika - he couldn't abandon him to this malice, no matter the weight of it dragging his limbs to lock. Icchan, he tried to speak, and nothing came. Briefly, he felt something different - something old, something borrowed, something blue - teasing at the inside of his chest, and his breath left in a haggard gasp of frost. A sense of unhappiness. A toy had been taken by another child.
"Wonderful." The voice struck as hard as the presence itself, droning in unsettled tones and picking apart through the horde of dismemberment to meet them. Slow, even steps revealed a shape from the mist. He wanted to scream. This was the cause if the zombie's were the effect, he realized. They had something to learn of the food chain today, but Kiseki had never so much felt like prey. "A good show, but two little ones? Truly. Barely a snack." The demon in purple and black, bright cyan and grey pale to rival Kiseki's, snapped a hand in a curl of its wrist.
It would hit Ichika before it would hit him. Kiseki was inclined already to the fear that took his body on its mere arrival: the red-head, who had the ferocity to rival the predator, would also fall to waves of terror. Kiseki choked when the residuals hit him, miasma inside and out of his small frame, lightning striking off his body to dig at the dirt in undirected lashes from primal reaction alone. No. No.No.No. "Curtains, then. Better luck next time, yes?" It laughed again. It was a monstrous, melodic laugh, and tears pricked the edge of Kiseki's eyes. They really were going to die here, weren't they? After everything. No. No. No.
His body didn't need to move. He just needed to scream. He just needed to make any noise, any noise at all, and he felt it bubble already at the back of a throat that had saved itself from torment for long enough. Hours passed in seconds as the creature - the horror - moved again, this time to sweep towards Ichika while he was paralyzed, and Kiseki reacted. He would tear his own damn self apart to stop this.
He screamed. He shrieked. The wail of a banshee for his beloved.
"『 NO! 』"
This bought precious seconds and precious seconds alone, but that would have to be enough. He willed his mouth agape, his body to twitch, his feet to skid through the dirt. He readied himself. "Ichika!"
THE HORROR HP //3700 Status //Dread Aura, Intimidation (Maintained (Paused 1 Round)), 20% chance to Bleed on hit
ROUND 2 START
Zombie 2 attacks Ichika with a Basic Attack and HITS!
Dealing 50 damage
Kiseki takes an Energy Drink! 82 CP added to Max. TheHorror joins the fight!
Dread Aura activates. Ichikafails! 15% chance to auto-fail against the Horror twice a round. Kisekisucceeds!
4.25 AP Kiseki switches Lightning - Chakra Style to Surge. The Horror uses Intimidation on Ichika. Succeeds!Ichika takes 55 damage. +9% chance to auto-fail against the Horror.
The Horror uses Intimidation on Kiseki. Succeeds! Kiseki takes 55 damage. 9% chance to auto-fail against the Horror. Kiseki uses Stun on the Horror. Succeeds! Intimidation falls off for 1 round.
Both fighters carry .5 AP into their next round!
HP //1581 - 55 + 74 + 74 = 1675
CP // 2110 - 60 + 132 + 132 + 82 = 2396
Status // Lightning Chakra Style - Surge, .5 AP carried over, 2/3 Energy Drinks | Will - Intimidation paused
A hushed moment of amnesty in the ghoulish necropolis strewn with the devastated remains of all the undead, returned to their rightful state. Just a little moment of rest before he would go embrace his boyfriend, the little Raiju that so radiantly, so decisively struck down all of their enemies. As he raises his head, a glimpse of the ocean washing over him. A flash of sapphire as heavenly paws wrap around his neck. He was ensnared so wholly, a whirlpool absorbing every tiny bit of feverish exhaustion from his body. Would this warmth in his chest ever fade away? The little miracle that constantly enthralled him with every little act. This was the first time Kiseki had enveloped his boyfriend leaning in for a passionate kiss. Ichika's heart strumming along to his rhythm- a crisp snap of kindling, lips parting to meet his as steamy breath trickles out to drag him in. Just. A little. Closer.
A horrid laugh. A malevolent cackle that slices through the stagnant air of the catacomb that causes both boys to dither in place. Fight or flight. It was so apparent to Ichika. Every word the fiend spoke bled into them, hairs standing on end in complete paralysis. Malignant venom seeping in, percolating until it festers, purging every ounce of moxie from his prey. Move. Move!. MOVE! It's useless. What a fool he was- imagining himself as some kind of demon. The futility of it all as the feeble imp cowers in the face of a real denizen of the underworld. All he can do is dig his finger's into Kiseki's delicate arms, trying to at least fling him away when the monster strikes. As long as Kiseki had a chance to make it out, he could die in peace. Farewell, Kise.
A defiant clamor thunders through the corpse-strewn garden. A beautiful resonance from his beloved reigniting the inferno.
He nimbly sweeps Kise off his feet, petting his hair as he sets him down a little further from the monster's grasp, grateful for having been freed from that forlorn purgatory. The gallant king of hell shoots ahead, putting distance between him and his partner. An unrelenting oni delaying the corpse master so his partner can unravel this nightmare., adamantine confidence in Kise. A fist crashes into its skull- a mere warmup to teach this wretch that they wouldn't go quietly. They wouldn't be dying here at all. A fierce look in his eye as stares into the abyssal voids gazing back in disbelief. "Scurry away, little bug.... before I send you back to hell." He growls, winding back as he jolts up, foot barely missing the monster's chin, twisting around to finally find purchase against hollow bones, punting him away. Tora. Tatsu. Tori. A rapid succession of seals, wringing chakra from the fiery chasm, erupting, the fire swelling up so vividly that his body seemed cloaked in flames. Hot. So hot. Hot enough to burn him to cinders. If this blaze would consume him, leaving nothing but a pile of smoldering ash, then let this final shooting star be his rebirth. A dazzling phoenix cleansing this wicked parasite. He spreads his and takes flight again, the swelling flames all but consuming the monster in a cloak of twinkling embers. The smoke clears and Ichika wastes no time, smothering the last remaining flames in a flurry of savage blows. Smashing into icy, dead flesh, roaring curses after each impact.
After his barrage, he stumbles back, regrouping with his lover and partner, stealing a kiss that sizzles against unsteady lips. "Go get 'em, tiger. You can do this~ Wipe this freak out."
Ichika is under the affects of Dread Aura
Dread Aura: The user makes a Genjutsu check against all in battle in the start of each round; target that fail to fully resist this effect are inflicted with Fear, and offensive techiques targeting the user have a 15% chance of failing. A victim may only have two moves fail due to this per round, and has a -3 penalty to the initial check if their current HP is lower than the users.
.5 AP
Ichika equips Guren no Ken
Ichika attacks The Horror with a Free Basic Attack and HITS!
Dealing 77 damage
1.25 AP
Ichika attack The Horror with Spinning Wind and HITS 1x
Dealing 170 damage
2.75 AP
Ichika attacks The Horror with Pyromancy boosted Fireball (Special Action - Mystical Phoenix Fire) and HITS 4x
Dealing 720 damage
Sear Fails
4 AP
Ichika attacks The Horror with 4-Hit Combo and HITS 2x
Dealing 240 Damage
HP // 4340 - 55 = 4285
CP // 957 - 760 = 197
Status // Fire - Chakra Style (Flare Blitz)
OOC Rank: D
Level: 2
Agility: 60
Stamina: 70
Ninjutsu: 60
Genjutsu: 30
Taijutsu: 70
Chakra Control: 60
Power level: 350
Blooming Courage HP: (60+Level) * Stamina CP: (30+Level) * Chakra Control Class Bonus: +1 Free Basic Attack, +1 Accuracy (4 Points total) High: Melee Accuracy Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save, Ninjutsu Accuracy Low: Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
A scream in terror could just as easily be a roar in defiance; what mattered, of course, was how tall you remained in the reverberation of such noise. His legs stood - shaking, but entrenched in the soil of the damned before them - and he argued his defiance was clear. He could proudly, in that short moment Ichika grabbed him to ferret them both down three, two, one skips, feel assured that a difference had been made and he had made it. He hadn't buckled under the weight of his fear. Any buckling now was exertion - stress - panic - but not anguish. He stood on his two feet, one hand on his boyfriend for stability such great structures needed under weathering, and he lifted his head in that same defiance. He quivered, but tall he remained - four feet of rage. Lightning dug at roots from the static of shifting sands, dragging his heel through gravel and grime and building what energy he could.
A blaze of rebellion. Fate and tragedy were cast aside for the brightness and aplomb of justice en revolt. There was no call for the fury of storm: baskervillian hell raised in its stead, as if herald to the elements. Magma built its bulwark. Infernal heat engines its war. Clouds had begun to gather over the stifling miasma, angry grey above and unsettled darkness surrounding. His hair was pinpricked in sparse lightness across young arms and atop his cowl, the last little rabbit of the season with disheveled fur. Fist met an angry snarl and his enraged hound (so very cute, bless his burning soul) taunted the horror before them, beckoning it to drag them deeper into an abyss they'd bring cold light to. A short laugh from Kiseki. If his fear was suppressed by need - survival - just before, now he felt the embrace of security in the sticks & stones of his partner. We could build a castle down here.
The reach of the abyss was nothing to the fury that sparked through Ichika's limbs, the very visage of demonic intent in the face of the Devil at large. The veritable dervish Ichika Kazanari had become, down here in the bowels of primality, ceased his relentless assault only for the moment it took to tag back into Kiseki - bright eyes and warm lips, revving the tiniest boy in the world with enough heat to power Heaven. He would therefore bring that justice - ascribed - to heel, and remake it himself in the image of their love. A growling beast awaited them where the composition of terror had been just moments before, and Kiseki had quite a handle on the habits of mutts by time.
"You stupid little --""Curses come home to roost." The snag from such gentle words were a toll of the dead - the Horror stumbled, his sneer forgotten in the echo of Kise's soft tenor. It rung, and rung, and the claws of the monster wound in his hair to pull it out. "Absolutely not. I will not have my mind invaded by the slight of mortality." His shape hunkered down, shifted to the side, then launched at Kiseki with born claws after the 'slight' had distanced himself in tag from his guard dog. There was a brief flash of reaction - nervousness beneath the facade of glass - but Kiseki felt the invading warmth around him from Ichika's presence and took a breath filled with that selfsame peace, arcing away from the attack in a quick step. Frustration bloomed in the pits of death. Bloodred eyes - intense, hungry - fell on the two of them as the Horror recalculated its move, but still snowfall nipped his ears.
Kiseki wouldn't give him time to plan - they were outmatched, they couldn't be outwitted. "You'll have to think fast. We're slipping way." A dullness spat across those furious eyes from the uncaring lull of Kiseki's tongue, earning another growl - a weaker defiance - and a lurch from the beast in its next attempt. Claws unnaturally contorted in such sacrament as their handseals - arguing a level of humanity for the horror Kiseki couldn't linger on - and blood met condensation in their wicked mist for a single spiraling arrow. Kiseki tensed. He could dodge this --
It went for Ichika, found its mark. The crimson lance hit - the impact pulsing through its shape - then dissipated into bloody vapor as quickly as it dug into his flesh, a yelp from Kiseki once more bringing him crashing down from his place so high up in these clouds of battle. He dithered, mouth opening and closing, whimpers meeting the thought of words. He'd be okay. He had to be okay. The glint of evil caught the corner of winterstruck eyes, forcing his attention back - once more - from his dear heart. His ear knicked by the rampage that crossed him, barely stumbling and rolling off the side. He gasped. Tried to find Ichika again in this disoriention, only to find the boy okay and himself untouched. Ffff - heck. Ichi. Gods.
His racing pulse had to be smothered by his cry to action. "You're losing it!" It wasn't enough. Laughter met his final defiance, advancing on him in crumpled form. He was too worried. He was too scared. It was too much so close to undeath's door -- every action was simple disobedience and an effort - desperate - to get him and Ichika both from this terror. His love wouldn't wish him this worry; he'd say he didn't need to fret after him, but it was impossible for such a soft, bleeding heart. He was so scared, for both of them. The ground they had won was unhallowed. Keeping his cool was harder than the clinging chill that -- chill? It had been so warm. Every breath was slowing. Every light was dimming. Just one, slow, swinging, in the back of his thoughts. A dark room and a cracking at the windows.
Frost bled along his arm, over the wound he had just patched. It curled over his fingers and brought a hiss from his lips. There was something, a shift, and his little shape clawed from the dirt to face once more that darkness: oh, but that light, it swung. It flickered. His head found a dangerous lilt, lingering embers from Ichika's valiance swallowed by a thrum of bitterness. The turn of his eyes was slow and cold - cold - so very cold, and he sighed this smitten scorn. "Break."
Frozen lightning, every spiral and branch in its path lingering in crystalline art, speared through the Horror's chest as its next blood rain cleaved path around the coming winter. Incandesence sparkled through the hole in its chest, drilling into the ground like a figurine erected in reverse, and it looked up, defiant, feeling the first cold settle on insensate touch. A growl.
THE BEAST HP // 3700 - 1207 - 175 - 105 - 710 = 1503 Status //Dread Aura, Intimidation (Maintained), 20% chance to Bleed on hit | Audial: Trembling Music (-100 HP, -2 Ninjutsu Accuracy) Visual: Rorschach Eye (-105 HP, 12% auto-miss Melee & Ranged)
At the start of Ichika's Turn: Dread Aura; Neither player fails! Intimidation reapplies to both fighter's Will. Ichika & Kise take 55 damage and gain a 9% auto-fail chance.
ROUND 3 START
.5 AP
Ichika equips Guren no Ken (.75 AP timing) Ichika attacks The Horror with a Free Basic Attack and HITS!
Dealing 77 damage
The Horror attacks Kiseki with Crimson Flash. Miss!
1.5 AP Kiseki uses Trembling Music on The Horror. Succeeds!The Horror takes 100 damage. 100/round & -2 Ninjutsu Accuracy. (2.25 AP timing) Kiseki attacks The Horror with his free Basic Attack. Hits!The Horror takes 75 damage.
2.75 AP
Ichika attacks The Horror with Pyromancy boosted Fireball (Special Action - Mystical Phoenix Fire) and HITS 4x
Dealing 720 damage Sear Fails
Ichika allowed himself a brief reprieve. He'd used far too much chakra on his last onslaught, wringing every ounce of torrid heat from his infernal engine. He was sparkling through the smothering smoke seeping through his skin. The spectacle of his boyfriend, Kiseki Akane, dancing through the battlefield like an elegant matador, reducing the once abominable terror into nothing more than a thrashing beast. A sprightly waltz between divinity and primal instinct. Not to mention, Kiseki had a knack for taming wild animals. The Beast was, put simply, doomed. No matter how much a beast howled at the clouds, it could not deter the God's wrath.
And yet it tried.
The scarlet spear of Longinus. The Beast clasps hopelessly for anything that might put an end to the storm, a final ragged clamor attempting to pierce effervescence. The devilish lance caught Ichika by surprise. It wasn't intended for the little lighting god, but for the hound catching his breath. It hurts. It hurts. God, it HURT. Still a sigh of relief accompanies the howling pain. His attack was useless... Ichika was a mere beast himself. The little cat didn't miss a beat, continuing to sink his claws into the beast. Atta-boy. Dodging yet another attack before the atmosphere feels like it collapses in on itself. A cold, spiraling abyss sucking up every bit of heat to power itself. Ichika's hair stands on end, a shiver crawling up his skin as it condenses into steam. A silent, misty gasp as glacial bolts cascade from transcendent lips. A resounding thunderclap accompanying a chilly purr. A beautiful decree.
The hound explodes, bounding towards the injured beast, pushing through the pain and exhaustion. His eyes trained on wounded prey as he leaps for the throat, contorting his body like a marionette suspended by string, growling as he propels a kick so pointed it could sever flesh from bone. A step too late, The Beast recovers in time, dispersing into a swarm of bats and glides away. Ichika settles on jagged ground,, slumped on all-fours like a feral dog snarling from biting pain. He's off- serrated rocks and branches digging into his paws as he flashes to meet the reconstructed vamp. A right hook booms on impact, clocking rigid cheekbones followed by a quick one-two combination blasting the beast's chin with parched fists in an attempt to rattle its brain and paralyze it just long enough to tear him to shreds. This would have to be enough. He was completely out of chakra. Throwing away any sort of fighting stance, he lashes out wildly in a fiery tempest. Ichika had his scent and he would not be content until he delivered its mangled corpse to his master. Even still, the beast remained elusive, the abrupt realizing he had to dig a little deeper. Wring every last ounce of fire from pits of hell.
Uma. Tora. Mi. Hitsuji. Saru. I. Uma. Tora.
Rapid hand seals as he pursued. He wouldn't let him dodge this one. Gods, it hurt. Chakra burning through his skin, like magma, burning and sweltering as it pours out. HIs fleshy heart swelling to keep up with the flames that enveloped it. He was burning up. He would grit his teeth. He would silently endure for the beauty of the world. Collapsing in on himself like a supernova. Too hot, far too hot. IT BURNS. Meteoroid-Falling, Burning, and Disappear, Then... He ...Erupts.
The smoke finally clears and the beast writhes in agony, seething in boiling heat. The boy who once stood there was a spectral visage- a blackhole given human form, cloaked in crimson flames. He was still very much himself., but he could feel that he had crossed the borderlands in some way. Pushing his chakra to the brink and overheating. This fire wasn't some uncharted supplemental power. No, this was far more insidious. To become the guard dog of Hell itself, it'd consume him. Every flame he borrowed taking a little piece of him in turn... until there was nothing but Ash.
1.25 AP
Ichika uses Dynamic Entry on The Beast and HITS
The Beast uses Substitution
Ichika uses Free Basic Attack on The Beast and HITS
Dual Weapon Attack Misses
Dealing 77 damage
2 AP
Ichika uses Basic Attack on The Beast and HITS
Dual Weapon attack HITS
Dealing 89 damage
2.75 AP
Ichika uses Basic Attack on The Beast and MISSES
3.5 AP
Ichika uses Basic Attack on The Beast and MISSES
4.25 AP
Ichika uses Basic Attack on The Beast and MISSES
5.75 AP
Ichika uses Fireball on The Beast and HITS
Sear Failed
Dealing 900 damage
HP // 3375- 283 = 3092
CP // 197- 197 = 0
Status // Fire - Chakra Style (Flare Blitz)
OOC Rank: D
Level: 2
Agility: 60
Stamina: 70
Ninjutsu: 60
Genjutsu: 30
Taijutsu: 70
Chakra Control: 60
Power level: 350
Blooming Courage HP: (60+Level) * Stamina CP: (30+Level) * Chakra Control Class Bonus: +1 Free Basic Attack, +1 Accuracy (4 Points total) High: Melee Accuracy Average: Dodge, Genjutsu Save, Ninjutsu Accuracy Low: Ranged Accuracy, Genjutsu DC
If Kiseki was ice - incandescent and cold, permeating frost through carbon from his very lungs - Ichika Kazanari was fire; burning passion, rage and fervor, heat born and killed by furious fists until he was the only source remaining on the battlefield. Undead and bewitched both watched him in various stages of surprise, stricken and adoring. Kiseki stood so very still. He was a statue within this infernal arena, untouched by the chaos yet infecting its rolling mists with a threat of fog. A chill blew in. It bit until Kiseki was the only one left to feel it. Awash in this summer - awash in this winter - would you make autumn with me?
He couldn't remain a watcher. Ichika was howling at the moon - some discord had to answer its call. He felt his own fury. He felt his own sadness, his own worry, his own fear, his own belief, his own faith, his own love -- and he felt power. Something, some urge, kept his fragile form in a mockery of motion - every movement slowed by frigid winds. He took his step back during the procession of the abyss, looking upon the Beast in twin, and found the one he didn't care for. His hand reached out, turned in the air, thrummed with the bluest sparks, and he held his chest tightly with the other. Hhha."Fall." His voice a thunderclap, it deafened the space of the once-horror and filled it with its own. An aftershock pulsed from the lingering ions but that Beast had long scurried back to its shadow with a wounded hiss. They had it on the backfoot. They had it on no feet at all. Nothing was standing as tall as them.
"You stupid ... you stupid little!!--" the Prey spits, shaking in its barracade of tombs with shadows that fell from its shoulders in the reformation of its darkened wings. Ichika had brought it so very low and Kiseki couldn't disappoint the loyal demon that joined in this wicked hunt. Their opponent was in a frenzy - all decorum, all playfullness lost to the starvation in the beady red eyes of something so thoroughly charred it couldn't be more done. He hissed at them. "I'm not going to fall to a bunch of wayward students and their shitty lucky shots. This is fucking absurd! You're stupid little twerps! First, I'm going to kill him --," he threw his arm out to the side, earning another dangerous lilt from Kiseki's head. Authority did not like being challenged. "-- then I'll eat him while you watch. I'll devour him whole. I'll leave his ugly little eyes to watch your heartbroken face while I swallow down the last of the trash. How red do you think his blood will be?? The perfect goddamn temperature! When I'm done with the fiery one, you're next. I'll hold you down and tear you to pieces. Limb by white little limb to sup from each stump. You'll call out so very weakly to a soul boiling in hell while Heaven denies your pleas. How does that sound? Huh? How does THAT fucking SOUND?"
He raises his arm high, wide, blood falling in reverse from his holed chest and burnt, dead flesh to condense into a single drill in the air. It turned. It turned. This guy's boring, Kiseki. I want to play! The Prey's final star fell from its orbit to crash into the visage of conflagration Ichika Kazanari had become, meteorite on meteorite violence in a beautiful nova, but the weaker animal hadn't the chance to savor what victory he clawed.
He was there, then he wasn't. "Goodbye." Uncaring, undisturbed, untroubled waters - frozen over until not a soul stirred within. One stirred without. Rained in blood, wreathed in flames, Ichika would see for the briefest billow of the fog - a figure. A girl, draped around Kiseki's shoulders from a levitating position behind, her face pressed close to his ears and her eyes falling on him and him alone. White sleeves eclipsed the boy's small front, her lips in time with his on every breath. She looked so similar with her wintry shades and sparkling blue.
All that remained of the Prey was the shadow of ash. It was picked up by the coming winds of battle, lifted in a cruel breeze, and brought away into miasma that had cleared only to crystallize. Little fragments of snowflakes, building and building into a local storm.
All that remained of Kiseki Akane was the Lady in White.
THE PREY HP // 1503 - 1066 - 720 = F I N Status // Dismissed.
ROUND 4 START
1.25 AP
Ichika uses Dynamic Entry on The Beast and HITS The Beast uses Substitution! (2 AP timing) Ichika uses Free Basic Attack on The Beast and HITS
Dual Weapon Attack Misses
Dealing 77 damage
1.5 AP Kiseki attacks The Prey with Electroshock. Miss! Kiseki attacks The Prey with his free Basic Attack. Miss! The Prey attacks Ichika with Aqua Fang (Blood) Hits!Ichika takes 855 damage. Bleed fails.
2 AP
Ichika uses Basic Attack on The Beast and HITS
Dual Weapon attack HITS
Dealing 89 damage
A solemn ambience perforated the drizzle of ash sprinkled throughout the misty sepulcher. The last pathetic cries of a creature who had underestimated its opponents. Vaporized and scattered to the winds like a transient nightmare. They had won, reduced a dreadful monster to a paltry meal and yet, a biting presence remained. Ichika reverts back to human form, the flame-cloaked void reborn through ash and soot into a new star. He wanted to rush towards Kiseki, the bitter chill in the air, making him falter for a moment. A spectral visage appeared and disappeared, as fleeting as a drop of snow. He wasn't hallucinating from exhaustion was he? His mind simply playing tricks on him as he comes down from his extreme adrenaline high. If that was the case then why did Kise feel so...
Haunting.
Ichika had always reveled in Kiseki's wintry embrace- a sort of divine warmth that was comforting... cozy, like home. It just felt right. Like a little kiss of autumn in a world that felt like it was too bitter and violently incandescent. He could not feel this quiet omnipresent glow anymore. It was replaced with a wicked frigidity. The feeling of being trapped beneath a frozen lake, clawing hopelessly at impervious ice until the freezing waters leave you numb, absorbing every bated breath. He wanted to celebrate this victory, envelop his boyfriend in sweet tenderness and take his hand- a waltz of blossoming flowers.
A shaky tenor bleeds into his voice. Stepping forward onto the morbid ballroom for the impending dance of death.
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