Weapon Master - Tatsuya's Dojo

[Shiruko Makoto]

Main Weapon - Crescent Blade
A custom-crafted polearm, collapsible through use of the wielder's chakra, the tip being a wide near-circular crescent. The blade is sharp on both edges and it is wielded as a slashing weapon.
Type: Slashing Accuracy: +0 Damage: +0% Augments: Razor Strike, Daze, Chain Link

Secondary Weapon - Pavise
A pavise is a large, heavy shield typically used to protect the bearer from hails of arrows. It can also be used to block melee blows and as a bludgeoning weapon.
Type: Bludgeoning Accuracy: -2 Damage: +10% Augments: Vanguard, Riot Shield, Chain Link

Other Weapons<i></i>

Rapier
A rapier is an extremely thin, flexible, but nevertheless sharp and fairly sturdy sword used in fencing. Its main battlefield use is to puncture armor as a piercing weapon.
Type: Piercing Accuracy: +2 Damage: -10% Augments: Swift, Siege, Chain Link

Incendiary Crossbow
Crossbows launch bolts whose main advantage over arrows is their increased wind resistance. This particular crossbow is always armed with bolts that are capable of exploding on contact and as such it is a good ranged weapon.
Type: Ranged/Piercing Accuracy: -2 Damage: +10% Augments: Exploding Tag Attachment, Breaker, Chain Link

Metal Shield Gloves + Boots
Custom-crafted blue and silver metal gloves that make no pretense to be anything other than combative. They are capable of deflecting blows with their retractable side attachments, but their primary use is punching people with as an unarmed weapon. They are paired with matching boots, and both possess boosted channeling abilities.
Type: Unarmed Accuracy: +1 Damage: -5% Augments: Vanguard, Ignition, Chain Link

Javelins
Javelins are technically polearms, but their weight and balance make them somewhat more suited to throwing than to using at melee range. They are heavy and slightly awkward but damaging projectiles.
Type: Projectile/Piercing Accuracy: -1 Damage: +5% Augments: Mirage, Daze, Razor Strike

Core Ability: Void Adept
Pressure Points (2)
Suppressing Fire x3 (3)
Advanced Cancellation (2)
Extreme Understanding x 2 (2)
Spell Cancel (3)
Combat Efficiency (2)
Snapback (2)
Critical Fallacy (2)
Secondary Nature x2 (2)

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[Wakatsuchi Momoka]

Weapons Approved.

20 CA points spent. 0 points left.

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

[Inactive as of 4/27/2013]

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

[Reactivated As of 4/29/2013]

 

[Shiruko Makoto]

Ability RPs: 1100 words total required for MB Journeyman, Shattered Reality, Technical Pacifist, Release Restraint, Called Shot, Bull's Strength, Willpower, Clumsiness, Sixth Sense, Deflection, Jutsu Mastery.

Profile linked in signature. I assure you I have all the ability requirements, and in fact the requirements for any ability.

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"Leaving?"

"Yes." His mother gave him an imperious look. "You can go or not, at any point. All the ninja in the clan are being given the option to go or stay. However, you are our heir. You are coming."

Tatsuya processed this with numb shock. "...Why?"

"Partially because our oldest and closest allies are." Further shock. "And partially because we do not like the state of affairs. It is not permissible for the ninja to maintain such a grip and ignore us." She frowned severely. "And the criminals around here...they are not worth dealing with, mostly. Those in our net will come, as well as those families closest adjoined to us. But there is no point further remaining."

Certainly his family had always had issues with the 'great villages,' but... Tatsuya sighed. He was just getting back into the spirit of things in Mist, too.

Even so...he was forced to wonder who had failed more, him or the village. He ought to wish them well with Storm, since no one had so much as given a damn or followed up on him after the whole affair by the Silver Tower. Or at any point revoked his rank, despite the fact that he hadn't done a mission in ages.

I suppose this is the result of electing a 'Mizukage' in the first place. Aloud, he only said, "What are we doing with the casino?"

"Leaving it to the next Mizukage," she smiled grimly at him and fished a ring of keys out of her pocket. "The entrances to the underground are being destroyed and sealed, so they can do with it what they will."

Tatsuya took the keys unwillingly. "...Where are we going?"

"Home."

He frowned. "Uh..."

"Moon Country, Tatsuya." There was a faraway look in her eyes for an instant. "Have you not heard the histories, the stories? I know my eldest son is not the idiot he makes himself out to be."

He lowered his eyes sheepishly. "Yes. I know. I just sort of, considered, Mist home..."

She eyed him and sighed. It was his mother he had inherited his dual coloured eyes from, although her right eye was green instead of grey. "We did you a disservice in taking so long to educate you," she murmured. "Nonetheless, we are bound for Moon Country, and the mark you have on you will be hopefully all that remains of Mist in short order of us."

Tatsuya touched the mark on his chin lightly, knowing that once they left it would go the grey of a retired ninja. As it never had before, because no one had bothered to change it.

"I'll go pack," he said. "And...should I let Hoshikata know..."

"Yes. If you see him, tell him the Isaki will undoubtedly be welcome, and all you know of Moon." At his blank look, she elaborated. "How they are neutral and prefer trade to fighting. The location, which I know you know. And you may go ahead, if you like, we will meet you there. Some attached families have already done so, including the Shirogane clan."

He nodded numbly. He felt like he should take a walk around the village, but there didn't seem to be any point in that. It wasn't like he was actually going missing or something so final--just moving with his family. That wasn't something Mist leadership could actually fault someone for, even if they were one of the founding clans.

Especially if they were one of the founding clans, actually.

Then he headed off to his room to pack, and would go from there to the house where he kept some of his equipment to pick that up. He didn't know if his friend had left yet, but he had to catch him before he did and doubted he ought to wait.

The news had hit him like a hammer blow, but he was slowly adjusting. He supposed that not being able to feel fear mitigated the fear of change that so many people seemed to have in situations like this. Mist wasn't his home anymore. Maybe it hadn't been for a long time. Maybe it never would be again.

Maybe he ought to cease feeling sorry for himself, as that never made anything better and only served to slow his reactions and kill his effectiveness. He didn't need that then.

The twins would...come or not come as they did, he realized. He couldn't force them, and they would be informed. Undoubtedly, anyway. Most everything he needed to do and everyone he needed to help was no longer in the village, or wouldn't be soon.

He was silently thankful to the void that swallowed his emotions, speeding him through his packing. A quick application of clan seals made everything smaller on the outside than the inside and thus easier to carry. Then he sped off to the house he did his forging in.

That was even easier to cover. He stepped back from the forge itself when he was done and gave it a half-shrug. There wasn't a whole lot else he could do than hurry.

"I'm sorry," he said to the room, as if he was speaking to the village as a whole. "I don't know if I was especially worthy of you. Or maybe it was the opposite, and you weren't worthy of me. I can't know. I'm sure my friends would tell me the latter, but I'm not sure I should believe them or if they're just saying so because they're my friends.

"I know I did good things for my branch. I want to believe that's true, that that will hold. And I know that my family did a lot..." He sighed heavily. "And I want to believe that I did enough to perhaps be remembered for good things. I really don't know, though. And I don't think I ever will. Should I have called you home? Maybe not. You were always so...unforgiving, of any mistake I made. You demanded things of me and gave little in return. Except love? I want to believe there was love.

"I don't want people to be sad I'm going, I suppose. It's just something I have to do. I would have always had to do this, if you believe in fate. I don't, really. But maybe the fates we make ourselves are as inevitable as any our so-called gods would.

"Either way...I can't regret what I know is a step forward. It might be better for both of us. I'm not abandoning you." He licked his lips. "I mean. I'll always love you. You've taught me a lot. But this is where we part ways. Good night, Mist. And good bye."

He turned and walked out, bag slung over his shoulder cushioning the weapons on his back, and didn't look back.

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[Yamashiro Ryuni]

Uhm, Okay sure xD Approved. All abilities approved. ^_^

 

[Shiruko Makoto]

I never assigned weapon attributes so I'll do that now. Uhh.

Slashing attribute for Crescent Blade: Bleeding.
Piercing attribute for Rapier: +5% to Called Shots.
Bludgeoning attribute for Pavise: Suppression.
Unarmed attribute for Metal Shield Gloves + Boots: Suppression. (Handseals wouldn't make sense with how I envision them.)
Ranged attribute for Incendiary Crossbow: Bleeding.
Projectile attribute for Javelins: Able to use handseals.

Currently I am assuming that 'total sensory deprivation' in the Depth of Night skill on the Void Adept CA table means the same thing it does in the Sensory Deprivation CA skill, so I might untrain for that--but I'm asking about that in Help and having that confirmed first. So for now I'll just free untrain the 2 points from my final CA jutsu.

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

Noted.

 

[Shiruko Makoto]

Months and months later, here are my EA RPs! Now I can finally use the jutsu I had swapped into ages ago.
[spoilername="Phase 1 - Metal"]Forging a sword was both a lot easier and a lot harder than people assumed it was. Tatsuya had seen enough manga and read enough fiction books to know that people generally got most of the details wrong.

You didn't hammer at a heated blade over and over on an anvil. Why would you? The blade in that state was practically liquid metal. You didn't hammer liquid metal. And you certainly didn't pour water all over everything--especially not cold water. Water created rust. Tatsuya preferred to use peanut oil, which you dipped the blade in to cool it.

Chakra, however, was different. It refused to work according to sense. Liquid metal chakra didn't have to be nine hundred degrees, and in fact often seemed rather cool to the touch. The blend of the ineffable non-element element with something normal like earth, he supposed.

Really, non-elemental was probably a better match for him than any other element. It lacked a solid definition. It was more not a thing than it was an actual thing.

Rather like his powers in general, actually.

But, he thought as he dipped his latest blade into a upright metal pipe full of peanut oil, indulging briefly in the nice smell the steam carried to his nose as it rose, it was still, in the end, a thing people could work with and mix other elements into. Unlike the void, which only a handful of people in the world could probably even grasp, and which he stared into nightly.

There was no non-elemental major, though, which meant he had to be content with mixing it with the main elements to grasp as close he could to his true nature.

At the very least, he thought, eyeing the blade he'd have to begin work on shortly, metal makes sense for me in a way no other elements do. Even though I doubt I'd think so were I born to any other family.[/spoilername]

WC: 310
[spoilername="Phase 2 - Crystal"]"Are you aware," Tatsuya said to the thug he had by the throat pleasantly, "that I don't even need my hands to kill you? In just a second I can have you lying bleeding out on the ground and no one will know the weapon. A few minutes after that, they'll never find your body."

The man gurgled something. He frowned and loosened his grip slightly. He needed information, after all.

"--can't do that," the man was gasping. "No one...back here...ninja don't come here..."

"Ah, but you're mistaken," he said warmly, letting the earth and water chakra spill out of the glove he was holding the man up with. They formed a pitch-black obsidian spike that slowly grew out the end, stopping just short of the man's chin. "We do so, as a matter of fact. Some of us. Do you understand me?"

A terrified moan. Tatsuya sighed through the mask covering his lower face. He had on a coloured visor, too, so he could still see but people couldn't see his distinctive two-toned eyes. The face mask had the added benefit of covering his chakra mark, so no one could see they were being shaken down by a sennin doing dirty work for his clan.

"So let's try this again," he said cheerfully. "I need to know some things. For every thing I want to know that you don't tell me, or take longer than twenty seconds to start telling me, I cut something off. Maybe a finger. Maybe a whole limb. Maybe something you'll miss even more." He lifted his other hand, allowing a crystal spike shaped into a blade to grow from that glove. "Do we understand each other?"

The man started to nod, hit the spike, stopped, and muttered, "yes."

"Good!" He didn't relax his grip. It was plain he could do this all day without him saying so. "Oh, and if you think anyone will find you and save you? Don't bother hoping any more. My associates have that covered."

The thug whimpered, and Tatsuya smiled under his mask. Excellent.[/spoilername]

WC: 340
[spoilername="Phase 3 - Magnetic"]Flirting was a game, and you won if you made them interested in you.

Tatsuya was intimately aware of the rules of the game, and also that he had several advantages. He was considered attractive and was confident about it, he cleaned up nicely, and he wasn't afraid to use his charms on anyone who caught his fancy.

Beyond that, anyone who recognized him knew he was a sennin, and thus also who he was and that he was rich. So that was another couple of points in his favour, usually.

The easiest way if he felt like picking up a woman was to wait until some other guy was hitting on her clumsily or rudely, intercept him with an 'is he bothering you?', and generally pull off the knight in shining armor act.

Until then, he leaned on the bar, occasionally taking a casual glance around the room and sipping at a glass his preferred brand of vodka with a lime twist. Sure enough, there was an increasingly-annoyed blue-haired woman dealing with a guy who kept trying to touch her at the far end of the bar. Tatsuya sighed softly.

"Amateur," he murmured, gliding off in that direction. As he did he channeled a bit of magnetic chakra into his hand.

"Is this guy bothering you?" he asked the woman, interrupting the man's awkward attempts. When the man gave him a hostile look, Tatsuya tapped him on the shoulder, repelling him back a few feet.

"Yes," she said, throwing the other man a look. He backed off further, dissuaded by Tatsuya's stature and the woman's glare.

"Shame about those types," Tatsuya said lightly, turning back to her. "Can I get you a drink? Fix your evening out?"

She glanced over him and gave a small smile. "...Well, you seem like a nice enough guy. Why not."

He chuckled lightly. "I promise, I am."[/spoilername]

WC: 307
[spoilername="Phase 4 - Explosion"]It was all about finesse.

Which was an odd thing to hear in regards to explosions, but, well. There could be finesse in explosions too. Not every single one had to be carpet-bombing the area like those dreadful Toujigikou did.

Most of the explosions Tatsuya used weren't even that large, or usually all that visible. He preferred to channel explosive chakra through his boots. It gave him an extra boost when he was jumping, and since they counted as a weapon it wasn't even all that difficult to do. It was a shame that kicking maneuvers weren't all that feasible in his normal battle modes, because the times where he did people tended to be surprised that his boots themselves were metal rather than just the leg armor over them.

But there was the odd occasion where he used visible explosions. He was the bang and crash type after all, and part of that was having the bang. It was just, he didn't have a lot of need to shift into explosion mode all that often. If he actually needed explosives, his crossbow was more efficient.

Finesse, which was required in most of his operations, typically didn't call for explosions. As much as finesse usually didn't suit him, he had honed it. He liked to think he was good at it, even, for something he had no real affinity for. Well, in combat anyway. He had finesse out of combat, to be sure.

The fact was, you could leverage explosions well. Very well, if you were prepared. In fact, he could effectively fling explosive jutsu at someone through his weapons. Generally with more accuracy than just straight up handseals.

It still wasn't called for often.

Which was why explosive jutsu were phase four--designated in his surprisingly organized mind as 'last resort,' when it was time to raise hell and put the knowledge of oblivion into someone--forcibly.

He did muse, sometimes, if he had anything beyond a phase four. There were, after all, other elements.

For now, though, explosion suited him as an endgame measure, one he'd never had to integrate into a serious fight before. As a result, he was the only one living who actually knew he had it, since even people in his family and his guards thought he just used his crossbow to set things off.

...In fact, if I do ever manage to muddle my way into another element, the fact that the standard limit is four could mean that phase four will be skippable in the future...hmm. Now that's finesse.[/spoilername]

Word Count: 415

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

All approved and noted.