The genjutsu that the Djinn had left behind him was fueled by him even as he moved farther and farther away. The limit of his abilities was unmeasurable, or at least it hadn't been tested to it's limit yet. The beast strode slowly at first from the ruins of the medical complex and toward his new destination. He took in the sights of those transfixed by his genjutsu, the terror on their faces and watched as some of the weakest minds started to claw the skin of their own arms and legs to escape the rot they envisioned spreading over their being.
His anger was slowly replaced with a sick glee. They were in terror of the sickness he showed them, only through experience would they be able to understand it. He walked with purpose, his pace quickening until he was sprinting. His speed was akin to a blur. Those he passed were toppled by the wind his body created, but to his eyes all was easily seen. Each face, each child. He breathed in the fear, drew on the minimal chakra signatures. It was harder now, something he would deal with soon enough. For now he wasn't hampered so badly he couldn't do all that was required. The body his god had given him was strong, stronger than what a plague bringer could do to it.
He opened himself up to the sensation and chakra signatures around him. He could use it to find a single person or seek out a group of powerful people. It allowed him to also feel attacks as they came, react accordingly and draw on the strongest around him. They were the weakest link in the chain here; the strong fighters. They would destroy themselves. He hardly noticed the weaklings he passed, fixing his focus upon the next target. Something that would strike at the hearts of them, something old and loved.
The Djinn drew in on the feeling of the old chakra signatures, the old and the new together. He passed a schooling building but moved on. At this hour and with the current trouble he'd caused, the academy was empty. The library was the same, but there... there was his calling.
His arrival was sudden and as the first time, terrible. But the monster did not come and burn it from the outside as before. No this time he would defile this with his own hands. The structure was old and full of lingering history. It was as a newborn compared to the Djinn, but still it held importance for the plague bringers.
Shunsui was logical. He knew it was important to bring chaos, like Nansui, but to bring his enemies to a state of rage and recklessness. He couldn't accept he could be defeated, not truly, but the left half of the brain was more mindful of plotters and thinkers. He had seen those gathering, noting what they thought to be his weaknesses. He wouldn't allow it.
The Djinn's appearance at the Throne of Bone was like a surprise tornado; he touched down violently and without remorse. Tearing into the building, shattering old bones and stone to dust, he appeared inside of one of the great training halls. He had come here because several chakra sources told him this was where the concentration was. He pulled in their power, tasted their fear then unleashed it back upon them. "Let's see now." he said. Startled, confused and concerned faces stared back at the Djinn. Those here did now know him, had not seen him from the battle over at the medical center; they did not run.
But they should have. As he turned the power back on them, the first to be hit was an elderly female and a teen, a mentor and student. The woman would attempt to shield the boy but the technique he used was one of combination jutsu. Razor winds laced with scalding ash slashed the woman and then the boy to pieces, lopping off limbs and chunks of meat. His hands shifted and the wind moved like a serpent, attacking another man and two more teens before anyone could attempt to flee, rendering them to the same pulpy state as the others. He tried not to be too upset that his serpent was working weaker than he wanted it to. That damned seal...
Terrified cries rang out. Some ran away, others ran toward Djinn. They were brave fools, brave dead fools. He laced chakra into his lungs and throat, breathed in, then let loose a banshee-like scream. The chakra laced through the waves of his voice and tore through the oncomers, turning them to a wet rain. The sound technique was so powerful it caused all in the way to implode from the vibrations. Several others not in the path would be rendered deaf. The banshee technique tore through the back wall and caused the building's foundations to become unsound and quiver.
Several onlookers outside peered over from the streets. They could not see what was happening within the dojo, only heard the noise and looked about from their houses. It's a sick curiosity, one the Djinn turned on the civilians near by as he appeared slowly from the hole he'd made in the dojo wall. Again he used the harrowing banshee technique, this time creating paste out of over 20 civilians down the street and shattering all the windows in a 500 foot radius to dust. The people nearby couldn't escape the affects of the attack, reeling in the pain of being so nearby. This technique would make his location very obvious to those who would hunt him down.
A smile blossomed over his face as he struggled to maintain control over the brain. "Come to me now..." He was going to attack them now, they had better be prepared.
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His anger was slowly replaced with a sick glee. They were in terror of the sickness he showed them, only through experience would they be able to understand it. He walked with purpose, his pace quickening until he was sprinting. His speed was akin to a blur. Those he passed were toppled by the wind his body created, but to his eyes all was easily seen. Each face, each child. He breathed in the fear, drew on the minimal chakra signatures. It was harder now, something he would deal with soon enough. For now he wasn't hampered so badly he couldn't do all that was required. The body his god had given him was strong, stronger than what a plague bringer could do to it.
He opened himself up to the sensation and chakra signatures around him. He could use it to find a single person or seek out a group of powerful people. It allowed him to also feel attacks as they came, react accordingly and draw on the strongest around him. They were the weakest link in the chain here; the strong fighters. They would destroy themselves. He hardly noticed the weaklings he passed, fixing his focus upon the next target. Something that would strike at the hearts of them, something old and loved.
The Djinn drew in on the feeling of the old chakra signatures, the old and the new together. He passed a schooling building but moved on. At this hour and with the current trouble he'd caused, the academy was empty. The library was the same, but there... there was his calling.
His arrival was sudden and as the first time, terrible. But the monster did not come and burn it from the outside as before. No this time he would defile this with his own hands. The structure was old and full of lingering history. It was as a newborn compared to the Djinn, but still it held importance for the plague bringers.
Shunsui was logical. He knew it was important to bring chaos, like Nansui, but to bring his enemies to a state of rage and recklessness. He couldn't accept he could be defeated, not truly, but the left half of the brain was more mindful of plotters and thinkers. He had seen those gathering, noting what they thought to be his weaknesses. He wouldn't allow it.
The Djinn's appearance at the Throne of Bone was like a surprise tornado; he touched down violently and without remorse. Tearing into the building, shattering old bones and stone to dust, he appeared inside of one of the great training halls. He had come here because several chakra sources told him this was where the concentration was. He pulled in their power, tasted their fear then unleashed it back upon them. "Let's see now." he said. Startled, confused and concerned faces stared back at the Djinn. Those here did now know him, had not seen him from the battle over at the medical center; they did not run.
But they should have. As he turned the power back on them, the first to be hit was an elderly female and a teen, a mentor and student. The woman would attempt to shield the boy but the technique he used was one of combination jutsu. Razor winds laced with scalding ash slashed the woman and then the boy to pieces, lopping off limbs and chunks of meat. His hands shifted and the wind moved like a serpent, attacking another man and two more teens before anyone could attempt to flee, rendering them to the same pulpy state as the others. He tried not to be too upset that his serpent was working weaker than he wanted it to. That damned seal...
Terrified cries rang out. Some ran away, others ran toward Djinn. They were brave fools, brave dead fools. He laced chakra into his lungs and throat, breathed in, then let loose a banshee-like scream. The chakra laced through the waves of his voice and tore through the oncomers, turning them to a wet rain. The sound technique was so powerful it caused all in the way to implode from the vibrations. Several others not in the path would be rendered deaf. The banshee technique tore through the back wall and caused the building's foundations to become unsound and quiver.
Several onlookers outside peered over from the streets. They could not see what was happening within the dojo, only heard the noise and looked about from their houses. It's a sick curiosity, one the Djinn turned on the civilians near by as he appeared slowly from the hole he'd made in the dojo wall. Again he used the harrowing banshee technique, this time creating paste out of over 20 civilians down the street and shattering all the windows in a 500 foot radius to dust. The people nearby couldn't escape the affects of the attack, reeling in the pain of being so nearby. This technique would make his location very obvious to those who would hunt him down.
A smile blossomed over his face as he struggled to maintain control over the brain. "Come to me now..." He was going to attack them now, they had better be prepared.
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As before: Djinn is stronger than a large combination of capped players put together. This is a scripted event, so no one will lose their character for participating and please remember, the event moderator decides the outcome of ALL battles and ALL interactions, do not assume your attack will make contact. If you plan accordingly and use the information given, you may be able to harm the Djinn and find his downfall. There is a way, be diligent!
There is still no posting order, however you may only post once between the Djinn's posts. And if you do not post in a timely manner, you are likely to be skipped and the Djinn may target damage on your character, effectively knocking you out or hurting your character severely. Djinn has been posting once every 3 days, so you should be able to get in there before it's his turn again.
Also, if you have NOT yet joined the event and would like to, you are still welcome to enter.
There is still no posting order, however you may only post once between the Djinn's posts. And if you do not post in a timely manner, you are likely to be skipped and the Djinn may target damage on your character, effectively knocking you out or hurting your character severely. Djinn has been posting once every 3 days, so you should be able to get in there before it's his turn again.
Also, if you have NOT yet joined the event and would like to, you are still welcome to enter.
