Tag! [Closed RP]

[Darasu]

The air was unusually moist. Something that Darasu was quite fond of in these large caverns. Several hundred yards above him would be a dry, arid desert that offered no support of his natural abilities. But down here, where the planets natural saturation was so easily accessible, he had more to offer than the wells and caves filled with water could ever provide.

This young suna shinobi sat crouched dressed in his anbu attire atop a run down house, down in the deeper section of the Seitch Zensunna. Had he traveled any further through the giant sand worm caverns, he would soon enter the poisonous caves and deep reaches of the earths crust that was walled off by large glass gates. It was strange living beneath the ground, but it was all the village could offer, and the protection of the village was almost un-penetrable with only one way in or out.

Darasu's bright emerald colored eyes scanned back and forth across the poorest and most criminally inhabited section of the village. His Anbu Captain had given him a simple mission; find another anbu who was also in training. It had been assured that the two would be the only shinobi in the district, but that wasn't the catch.

His fellow village member would be hiding, and tracking him as well. First one to draw blood won a game of cat and mouse...

And so he dropped from the roof and onto the water rich earth below, to begin searching for this person.


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[Mugen]

Note: Due to that shitty third language taking over, please feel free to correct my grammar, or sentence structure, Dallas. <3

A black figure silhouetted against the brown, perished wall of an abandoned house. It moved slowly, yet carefully. Every step taken was accompanied by a pregnant pause, and every movement made was almost flawless. Or so it seemed. In reality, all of this was pure luck, as this person's recklessness was one of his signature flaws. Regardless, such stealth was worthy only of an Anbu, and his mask was proof enough. Mugen's fingers, careful yet accurate, planted themselves upon his mask for a brief moment, taking a second to adjust the uncomfortable piece of wood he was adorning on his face.

He wasn't used to any of this, but it was one of his first training missions as an Anbu. He was to find another one of his kind, and surprise attack him, yet at the same time remain hidden at all times. It was a simple game of cat and mouse, where the cat was determined by the one who moves first. A simple creak on the rooftops above was all he needed to detect his target, which followed quickly with amber hues that locked on to his target as it descended from it's leap on to the soil below.

His movements started the moment his target's feet touched the floor. He wasted no time either. With every step taken, his movements increased in speed. However, his hasty, reckless demeanour was not rewarded, as the wood splintered and made a small, yet obvious sound as he leaped out from the front porch towards his target. Mugen's arm arched backwards, and his digits clenched themselves into a tightly woven fist, before shooting it straight towards the centre of his opponent's mask.

He was reckless, but at least it got results.

 

[Darasu]

He had only taken a few steps after landing. And it was just as he expected though, the sound of his landing from the roofs had given off enough sound to alert his equally trained ally. But right now they were not allies. In fact, their battle would likely begin soon as the sound of foot prints stampeded towards Darasu.
Well, stampeding was an exaggeration. To a chuunin or genin, it was completely unheard. But to the trained ears of even the in-training anbus. And as the foot steps got nearer and nearer, the Haku turned to see his nearing opponent. As his head was fully turned, the wood was splinter and crack as a fist crashed into his face. The body connected to that mask would fly into a wall and crash into a wall, and explode. Thats right. Explode.

Water droplets would splash out from the impact of the wall and drip onto the ground. That same moisture would then rise back up the wall and begin to crystallize over into ice, creating a puddle of ice.

From where Darasu crouched, he performed a single hand seal, with only his left hand. "Tag, your it."

And that puddle would turn into a barrage of ice needles that would flurry at the opponent anbu. Each needle was randomly aimed at any of the limbs or torso of the opponent anbu. None of these would be fatal, just enough to slow his village member down. this was not a battle to the death, merely of who was alpha.


OOC: Your english is fine. What does your mask look like?


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[Mugen]

Eyes would stretch open wide as the target would explode in front of him. A clone...? He never moved...! They remained that way as the water creeped up the wall--it was almost alive--it was definitely kinda freaky. Mugen knew nothing good would come of it, and his hunch was right. Within seconds, a barrage of needles would jettison towards him at a quick speed.

It was thanks to his tough training and none stop persistence that his legs were able to carry him in a quick tumble to the right. This movement itself would cause for the barrage of needles to whizz right passed him, imbedding themselves all over the wooden house behind him. As he rolled, his eyes caught a glimpse of a silhouette still standing there. He knew his target, he knew his prey.

His fingers were already doing the hand seals, finishing off on the tiger seal before he would inhale quite a bit of air. Chakra would mix with the air in his vocal cavity, split seconds before bursting out of his mouth in the form of a massive fireball aimed towards the being on the rooftop. The sphere of flames was large enough to engulf a full grown human being, and strong enough to send him flying. Of course, it's temperature was controlled. Mugen had mastered the fire ball skill long ago in his prime, and such a move was easily controllable. It would barely sting him, only smack him hard enough to send him flying.

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Added underlined part in order to get this week's training.



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[Darasu]

His opponent was fast, and battle ready. This was a nice change to the usual fodder that he encountered around the village, but the fact that he was able to dodge all twelve of the needles was not only impressive, but almost aggravating. Once the technique was fully avoided, his opponent managed to perform a series of hand seals, and then released a ball of fire. The classical technique of a fire user, but this adversary had controlled the technique to a much higher level. The form of the ball was not at all wild or dancing, but almost solid with its rotation. As well, the temperature was controlled to a level that would not destroy the houses in the area, but still to a level that could throw off someones focus. Very impressive.

As the orange-red ball of flame barreled towards him, Darasu grinned beneath his wolf painted mask. Just to humor his opponent, he used both hands to perform five seals, ending in the opposite of the tiger seal; the serpent. Usually he would just use one hand to perform his hand seals, but he loved surprising people with that one. It was said only one percent of ninja could do that. Hell yea he was the one percent.

When Darasu's hand seals were finished, he snapped his wrist outward to release a long string of water, that would form in to a whip. Due to the dominant nature of water over fire, and the mastery of the element in his case, all it took was a simple swing to disperse the fire ball into nothing more than a swish of hot air. From there, the water whip hung from his right hand, barely using any chakra to maintain it. This was one of his signature techniques.

" Impressive work with that fire technique sir. You kept it well maintained and considered the damage level that it could cause to the area." He complimented, but the smirk behind his mask still remained.

"But you know why water is superior to fire? Simple. Its controllable. Unlike your fire, which unless you are a master of the element can get out of hand very fast. it spreads against the users will and destroys everything in its path. Water on the other hand can be willed by even the lowest level water user. Of course, not on the level of an ocean but still amiable to a level where is own element would not best him." He trolled.

This was a classic Darasu speech. He was always throwing haiku's or wisdom into his scenes. He loved poetry and the arts, and enjoyed involving them in simple life.

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