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The Birth of a Light, and The Start of a Flame
Sun Apr 09, 2017 12:04 pm
Valen awoke that evening, he had a mission the night prior so he slept all day, to the sun falling below the horizon. It was a decent hour to be awake he supposed, he’d probably stay up through the night and day to get back on a decent daytime schedule again though. He preferred the daylight any day of the week. He sat up in bed and stretched before deciding to dress and make something to eat. He would need the energy for later since he intended to train today and try to make himself even stronger. He briefly wondered if it would be possible to learn another element. He already had fire and lightning, maybe he could combine them? He would have to try once he got to the training grounds. He quickly made a simple sandwich with a soda to drink before grabbing his gear, securing Crimson End to his waist and heading out the door.
The desert was much colder at night, but that didn’t bother the dark haired, bright eyed man in the slightest as he walked toward the nearest training ground. He trained here frequently because of it’s close location and lack of nosy people. The only small snag was that it was near a church for people who hated shinobi with a passion. But they seemed to leave him alone for the most part besides a complaint here or there about him making too much noise. So for simple things like trying to combine the fire and lightning elements into something he’d use it. But she large scale techniques he’d go to other ones that were a bit more...isolated. He looked up into the sky and saw that the moon was a waning crescent, nodding his head at the sliver of moon that remained in the star filled night sky. He smiled as he looked up at the stars, admiring the bright twinkling lights as he picked out constellations. The distant lights were one of the few good things about being up at night.
After arriving at the training grounds he took a deep breath and began to think about how he would combine the fire and lightning elements. He began to channel chakra into his hands and slowly focused on the raw, destructive nature of fire chakra. Churning and fueling the rampaging fire that was his chakra as he formed an orb of fire chakra in the space between his hands. The great fire in his hands shone with a vengeance as the heat warmed him considerably. Then he stopped channeling the element and began to focus on his other element, lightning. He began to channel chakra between his hands again, but this time streams of lightning began to fire off between his fingertips, forming a bridge between his open hands as the chaotic, bright, numbness of the lightning chakra fired between his hands. He focused on the sheer chaos in his hands for a moment before allowing the chakra to dissipate there too. He began to consider what he could combine the two into to really make something useful. He pursed his lips as he began to ponder it for a moment before noting that both elements were rather bright..He wondered if maybe he could combine their properties into a light element. He’d be sure it would have been done before, but why couldn’t he do it too after all?
He began to focus his chakra again in his hands, starting with lightning, his first element, causing the chaotic streams of energy to fire between his hands again. He had more than enough control to keep the discharging lightning element to harm him in any way, shape, or form. So he wasn’t worried about that. He then began to concentrate extremely hard on what he was doing as he began to try to also channel the fire chakra into the streams. The chakra began to heat up and move faster and faster, seemingly getting brighter as well before the pent up energy he was channeling escaped outward away from him in a frantic, chaotic discharge that struck the sand, causing a small explosion to occur. He blinked owlishly for a moment before deciding not the try it that way again.
With that thought out he looked at his hands and began to consider the conundrum, He obviously wouldn’t be able to control the energy of forcing two elements through his hands at the same time. Especially not two of the most unpredictable elements in the existence. He began to focus harder on the problem as he observed each hand, slowly raising each one to look at them before the proverbial light bulb chimed on. He smirked a bit as he held his hands in a similar manner to before, only this time rather than try and force both elements out of both hands at the same time, he began to channel one of the two elements through each hand to combine them in the middle. This way both would be slowly fed into the orb of whatever in the middle of his hands rather than one after the other, preventing it from reach critical mass. He slowly pushed out his fire and lightning chakras into the orb or slowly growing light in his hands, the orb was warm to the touch and as bright as the sun in his hands. He briefly wondered why in the world the brightness wasn’t bothering him at all before chalking it up to him living in the desert and being used to light of the sun. The orb steadily grew larger until it was the size of a soccer ball. He held the ball in his hands and smiled as he began to toss the orb of light back and forth between his hands. Making sure he had the control for said element down before letting it fade into nothingness.
As the light fully gave way to the darkness of the night he brought it back, much quicker than before. He slowly let it die down again, this time for real. He wanted to test to make sure he could in fact make the orb of light at will. He smiled to himself as he claimed an element he hadn’t seen before. Like he thought earlier, people had probably done it before, but to him, a fresh genin, it felt like a huge accomplishment. He still wondered how in the world he had managed to look dead into that orb of light without ever having to blink due to the brightness. Even being used to the desert sun such a thing was rather odd. He’d figure it out later though, he needed to move on to the next technique or he’d be stuck there all night having only made a ball of light.
WC: 1137
The desert was much colder at night, but that didn’t bother the dark haired, bright eyed man in the slightest as he walked toward the nearest training ground. He trained here frequently because of it’s close location and lack of nosy people. The only small snag was that it was near a church for people who hated shinobi with a passion. But they seemed to leave him alone for the most part besides a complaint here or there about him making too much noise. So for simple things like trying to combine the fire and lightning elements into something he’d use it. But she large scale techniques he’d go to other ones that were a bit more...isolated. He looked up into the sky and saw that the moon was a waning crescent, nodding his head at the sliver of moon that remained in the star filled night sky. He smiled as he looked up at the stars, admiring the bright twinkling lights as he picked out constellations. The distant lights were one of the few good things about being up at night.
After arriving at the training grounds he took a deep breath and began to think about how he would combine the fire and lightning elements. He began to channel chakra into his hands and slowly focused on the raw, destructive nature of fire chakra. Churning and fueling the rampaging fire that was his chakra as he formed an orb of fire chakra in the space between his hands. The great fire in his hands shone with a vengeance as the heat warmed him considerably. Then he stopped channeling the element and began to focus on his other element, lightning. He began to channel chakra between his hands again, but this time streams of lightning began to fire off between his fingertips, forming a bridge between his open hands as the chaotic, bright, numbness of the lightning chakra fired between his hands. He focused on the sheer chaos in his hands for a moment before allowing the chakra to dissipate there too. He began to consider what he could combine the two into to really make something useful. He pursed his lips as he began to ponder it for a moment before noting that both elements were rather bright..He wondered if maybe he could combine their properties into a light element. He’d be sure it would have been done before, but why couldn’t he do it too after all?
He began to focus his chakra again in his hands, starting with lightning, his first element, causing the chaotic streams of energy to fire between his hands again. He had more than enough control to keep the discharging lightning element to harm him in any way, shape, or form. So he wasn’t worried about that. He then began to concentrate extremely hard on what he was doing as he began to try to also channel the fire chakra into the streams. The chakra began to heat up and move faster and faster, seemingly getting brighter as well before the pent up energy he was channeling escaped outward away from him in a frantic, chaotic discharge that struck the sand, causing a small explosion to occur. He blinked owlishly for a moment before deciding not the try it that way again.
With that thought out he looked at his hands and began to consider the conundrum, He obviously wouldn’t be able to control the energy of forcing two elements through his hands at the same time. Especially not two of the most unpredictable elements in the existence. He began to focus harder on the problem as he observed each hand, slowly raising each one to look at them before the proverbial light bulb chimed on. He smirked a bit as he held his hands in a similar manner to before, only this time rather than try and force both elements out of both hands at the same time, he began to channel one of the two elements through each hand to combine them in the middle. This way both would be slowly fed into the orb of whatever in the middle of his hands rather than one after the other, preventing it from reach critical mass. He slowly pushed out his fire and lightning chakras into the orb or slowly growing light in his hands, the orb was warm to the touch and as bright as the sun in his hands. He briefly wondered why in the world the brightness wasn’t bothering him at all before chalking it up to him living in the desert and being used to light of the sun. The orb steadily grew larger until it was the size of a soccer ball. He held the ball in his hands and smiled as he began to toss the orb of light back and forth between his hands. Making sure he had the control for said element down before letting it fade into nothingness.
As the light fully gave way to the darkness of the night he brought it back, much quicker than before. He slowly let it die down again, this time for real. He wanted to test to make sure he could in fact make the orb of light at will. He smiled to himself as he claimed an element he hadn’t seen before. Like he thought earlier, people had probably done it before, but to him, a fresh genin, it felt like a huge accomplishment. He still wondered how in the world he had managed to look dead into that orb of light without ever having to blink due to the brightness. Even being used to the desert sun such a thing was rather odd. He’d figure it out later though, he needed to move on to the next technique or he’d be stuck there all night having only made a ball of light.
WC: 1137
DamonCitizen- Stat Page : The Tengu
Clan Focus : Genjutsu
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 44150
Re: The Birth of a Light, and The Start of a Flame
Tue Apr 11, 2017 6:33 pm
The crescent moon shone brightly in the night sky, despite it still seeming dim in comparison to the sea of stars above him. At this point in time, Damon must have been returning home from late night training with Hikari. Or perhaps it was the next day, it had not been specified yet. Regardless, the boy was out for a stroll through the city in the wee hours of the night. He had not taken as much time as he wanted to in order to get a feel for the grand scale of the city itself. In fact, he realized that his duty as a welcomer did not particular align with his knowledge well, as the strapping young lad did not have a good sense of direction when it came to the city. When he was traveling around the world, he seemed to have a better sense of direction than when he did in the city. In fact, his nightly walk would have been over if he was ever able to find his route back to where he would be forced to sleep. This was how he had ended up standing with his hands in his pockets, casting his still gaze upon the magnificence of a church. It seemed to be more of a cathedral, with its display of gothic architecture most notable in its abundance of arches. Its grey stone structure stretched upwards before him, seemingly attempting to reach into the heavens above in some attempt to reach a god or other such figure, similarly to the Tower of Babel, but on a much smaller scale. Damon was merely admiring the architecture of the building, as he had seen many different styles in his relatively short experience, as he traveled more in the span of his childhood than most people do in their entire lifetime.
His thoughts, however, were interrupted by what must have been a groundskeeper or janitor employed by the place of worship. “Welcome, traveler,” came the tired voice of an old man. He probably should have been sleeping. “What brings you by at this hour?” Damon turned his head away from the features of the building in order to address this new stranger. He wore dark, simple robes and seemed to hold his hands together, which were covered entirely by sleeves. The shinobi was caught off guard by this new intruder, although technically he himself was the one intruding on the hallowed ground of this religion. Before he could even introduce himself, the man’s gaze wandered to the band of cloth wrapped around the right bicep of the boy. “Ahh. I see.” The elderly man who must have been a priest of sorts based on his attire seemed to grow disappointed. “I suggest you leave. We do not deal with your kind here, boy.” This time, his tone was laced with a venom that Damon was able to decipher its hidden meaning, which did not really have any effort put in to hide it. He turned away from the marvelous cathedral at a brisk pace, eager to set himself apart from the stereotypical religious fanatics of the City Blessed by the Stars. Especially if this managed to be the very same church that the men who killed his father attended. He did not want to take any chances.
Damon hurried off into the overly bright city as the stars above illuminated a path before him. It seemed a shame to waste one’s life in the daytime of this city when it truly showed how beautiful it was once the sun rested beyond the western horizon. He decided to cut through a patch of land of unspecified length in order to hasten his retreat, as it would have realistically taken him quite a while to walk around the area as opposed to through it. The closest route between any two objects is a straight line between point A and point B. Any curves or turns would take longer than he wanted to. From behind a group of trees not far off, a strange light flashed for a moment as it quickly dwindled away as fast as it had appeared. Then it appeared once more, however, this time it seemed to have a more cerulean glow to it. Curiosity overcame the boy, pushing aside his thoughts of flight and drawing his attention closer. One might say that curiosity killed the cat. However, the saying continues on to say that Satisfaction brought it back. Damon peeked through an array of bushes that masked his physical appearance as he peered into a clearing, filled with wonder as to what was going on before him. A boy was standing in a sandy clearing, manipulating elemental chakra in the very palms of his hands. It was not long before the boy’s attempt at whatever he was doing backfired and left a small explosion in its wake. Whoa, Damon thought to himself.
Damon’s attention was more focused on the fire aspect of the unwitting performance than the actual attempt at combining the two. Fire was the very element that had burned his home and practically caused him to become homeless. The force that scarred his house almost as much as death of his adoptive father scared the boy himself. He gritted his teeth, feeling the instincts of fight or flight kick in, sending an adrenaline rush throughout his body that longed to make the decision for him. He managed to quell his most basic instincts as he took a step forward out of the brush. People have multiple elements all the time, right? Another step. Maybe, just maybe. I can learn how to control the force that destroyed my home. To make certain that nothing like that can happen again. Damon stepped forward without hesitance as he set himself to master the element that had played a part in destroying his innocence. He would see if the other one noticed him. If so, he would wave and introduce himself. “Hey there, my name’s Damon. I was passing by and couldn’t help but notice the lightshow you’ve got going on there,” he would have pointed to the soccer ball composed entirely of light, but alas, it faded before his entry. “Particularly how you seemed to have made it out of fire.” He scratched the back of his head. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind showing me how you did that?” Of course, Damon could not learn the light element, but he could at least try. Or in this case, simply how to learn the start of a flame.
WC: 1092
His thoughts, however, were interrupted by what must have been a groundskeeper or janitor employed by the place of worship. “Welcome, traveler,” came the tired voice of an old man. He probably should have been sleeping. “What brings you by at this hour?” Damon turned his head away from the features of the building in order to address this new stranger. He wore dark, simple robes and seemed to hold his hands together, which were covered entirely by sleeves. The shinobi was caught off guard by this new intruder, although technically he himself was the one intruding on the hallowed ground of this religion. Before he could even introduce himself, the man’s gaze wandered to the band of cloth wrapped around the right bicep of the boy. “Ahh. I see.” The elderly man who must have been a priest of sorts based on his attire seemed to grow disappointed. “I suggest you leave. We do not deal with your kind here, boy.” This time, his tone was laced with a venom that Damon was able to decipher its hidden meaning, which did not really have any effort put in to hide it. He turned away from the marvelous cathedral at a brisk pace, eager to set himself apart from the stereotypical religious fanatics of the City Blessed by the Stars. Especially if this managed to be the very same church that the men who killed his father attended. He did not want to take any chances.
Damon hurried off into the overly bright city as the stars above illuminated a path before him. It seemed a shame to waste one’s life in the daytime of this city when it truly showed how beautiful it was once the sun rested beyond the western horizon. He decided to cut through a patch of land of unspecified length in order to hasten his retreat, as it would have realistically taken him quite a while to walk around the area as opposed to through it. The closest route between any two objects is a straight line between point A and point B. Any curves or turns would take longer than he wanted to. From behind a group of trees not far off, a strange light flashed for a moment as it quickly dwindled away as fast as it had appeared. Then it appeared once more, however, this time it seemed to have a more cerulean glow to it. Curiosity overcame the boy, pushing aside his thoughts of flight and drawing his attention closer. One might say that curiosity killed the cat. However, the saying continues on to say that Satisfaction brought it back. Damon peeked through an array of bushes that masked his physical appearance as he peered into a clearing, filled with wonder as to what was going on before him. A boy was standing in a sandy clearing, manipulating elemental chakra in the very palms of his hands. It was not long before the boy’s attempt at whatever he was doing backfired and left a small explosion in its wake. Whoa, Damon thought to himself.
Damon’s attention was more focused on the fire aspect of the unwitting performance than the actual attempt at combining the two. Fire was the very element that had burned his home and practically caused him to become homeless. The force that scarred his house almost as much as death of his adoptive father scared the boy himself. He gritted his teeth, feeling the instincts of fight or flight kick in, sending an adrenaline rush throughout his body that longed to make the decision for him. He managed to quell his most basic instincts as he took a step forward out of the brush. People have multiple elements all the time, right? Another step. Maybe, just maybe. I can learn how to control the force that destroyed my home. To make certain that nothing like that can happen again. Damon stepped forward without hesitance as he set himself to master the element that had played a part in destroying his innocence. He would see if the other one noticed him. If so, he would wave and introduce himself. “Hey there, my name’s Damon. I was passing by and couldn’t help but notice the lightshow you’ve got going on there,” he would have pointed to the soccer ball composed entirely of light, but alas, it faded before his entry. “Particularly how you seemed to have made it out of fire.” He scratched the back of his head. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind showing me how you did that?” Of course, Damon could not learn the light element, but he could at least try. Or in this case, simply how to learn the start of a flame.
WC: 1092
- Madrigal KaguyaCitizen
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Ryo : 0
Re: The Birth of a Light, and The Start of a Flame
Wed Apr 12, 2017 3:25 pm
Valen had heard the approach of someone else and turned on the person quickly before seeing a fellow Hoshigakure Shinobi. He let him introduce themselves, nodding as the boy introduced himself as ‘Damon’ and listening intently as he requested him to teach him the fire element. He looked down at his hands when asked and raised an eyebrow at the thought ‘Me teaching?..’ he thought as he looked up to make eye contact with his fellow shinobi. He shrugged after a moment of thinking and held his hands close together once more without a word. A real talker this one eh? He’d slowly begin to channel his chakra into a small orb, a singular blue orb that had nothing special about it. He’d then begin to add in his fire chakra. “Focus on the raging fury that all people possess. Be it revenge, passion, hatred, whatever drives you with a deep desire. Then channel that. Focus on the heat of the flame, but remember that fire is not just a destroyer. It’s also a life giver, a source of warmth and comfort. Tame the fury of the fire, with compassion for life. Channel these emotions into your chakra. Focus hard on them and you’ll be able make the fire element your own..” He stated in what was probably the most he’d ever talked in one sitting to date. It felt odd, he didn’t like talking too much and it annoyed him to have to do it. But a fellow shinobi was asking for help and so he would oblige by doing so.
He would begin to notice other interesting things about his own eyes though. Like how no matter how dark it seemed outside he can see perfectly fine in every alley and nook and cranny in the area. It made him raise his eyebrows and he wondered if he had some sort of ability with his eyes that he was never aware of. After all he never knew who his parents were, nor did the merchant caravan he tended to travel with while growing up. Could he have been from some kind of clan? Maybe someone in the village could help him with that? Who? He had no idea where to go or where to begin. He’d have to keep trying to experiment with his eyes and attempt to see what was happening to them. The more information he could give someone to the better chance of them knowing what in the world is wrong with him.
WC: 418
TWC: 1555
He would begin to notice other interesting things about his own eyes though. Like how no matter how dark it seemed outside he can see perfectly fine in every alley and nook and cranny in the area. It made him raise his eyebrows and he wondered if he had some sort of ability with his eyes that he was never aware of. After all he never knew who his parents were, nor did the merchant caravan he tended to travel with while growing up. Could he have been from some kind of clan? Maybe someone in the village could help him with that? Who? He had no idea where to go or where to begin. He’d have to keep trying to experiment with his eyes and attempt to see what was happening to them. The more information he could give someone to the better chance of them knowing what in the world is wrong with him.
WC: 418
TWC: 1555
- DamonCitizen
- Stat Page : The Tengu
Clan Focus : Genjutsu
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 44150
Re: The Birth of a Light, and The Start of a Flame
Sat Apr 15, 2017 1:16 am
Ironically, Damon just happened to be rather straight forward, but he was far from a talker. Unlike most anime protagonists, he knew how to shut up. Anyways, he began paying attention as the shinobi who had not exchanged his name extended his hand and formed what appeared to be a small, swirling blue sphere. Damon attempted to copy his moves, although he could not form a sphere of chakra as large as Valen did, despite his pretty decent chakra reserves. The other boy then began to seemingly goad Damon into focusing in on his own rage and negative emotions. Damon was forced to do some introspection. He slammed his eyes shut and slowed down his breathing as he seemed to slow down time, at least to himself. Images flashed in his mindscape as he attempted to follow the words of the Akari in pursuit of his burning passion. For the essence of what drove him. He seemed to settle in on the moment of passing for his father or at least slightly beforehand. His father stood before him as the Uchiha just watched him work. It was awe inspiring, and it just felt so… real, like he was some sort of genjutsu. However, he just possessed a rather vivid imagination, so much so that he registered the sound of a bell ringing in the way that it usually did whenever people entered the shop. A group of people wearing familiar looking clothing stepped into the shop. He could not see their faces or any defining characteristics, as they mostly seemed to be composed of shadows themselves. He knew what was coming. Damon tried to reach out but found that he could not move his body. Instead, he just watched his own mental recreation of the faceless group of fanatics turn on his innocent father. They surrounded him and threw him to the ground while others among their deviant party began to wreak havoc without rhyme or reason. The boy watched in horror as the collection of dark figures turned his father into a bloodied, wounded man shivering on the ground before him despite the fires surrounding his broken and beaten body.
His eyes gave off the sensation of burning, and subtly turned from this new shinobi, looking towards the ground behind him. The grounds seemed to be the same as he had seen prior, however, it took on a blood red hue. Before he was able to begin to panic, he blinked hard once more only for his vision to return to normal. Aside from his eyes being slightly watery, there was no other indication that he had just quelled a panic attack from remembering tragic details in his own life. He closed his eyes once more. That is when Damon actually registered the second half of the instructions that Valen had provided. Since the other was concerned worrying about his own eyes, it would make sense for Damon to have some time for some self reflecting and all. The benefits of fire. He then began his next flashback, this time from his own memory and not his imagination.
“-and that’s why you always have to be careful with those Inuzuka. Especially with their dogs,” his merchant father had just finished telling some hilarious story from a past deal that he had made with some kunoichi from Konohagakure. The two sat on two felled logs that were currently functioning as benches for the boys. The older man withdrew his stick from the fire in front of them and blew on it to cool it down, but to not use, as the steam from the smoked fish filled the air with the scent of good. Damon laughed at the story as he bit into his own meal, which was also a fried fish impaled on a stick. The stick had been a necessity since the crackling fire before the two not only provided them with warmth but with a means to cook their food. The old mobile cart that his father used to travel around in was parked a small distance behind them with its door open, inviting the pair in to go to sleep in their respective beds. He opted to stay outside for a bit longer as his company departed to get a good night’s sleep, but not before asking the boy to put out the fire before he too fell asleep. Kiddo Damon agreed before leaning forward with his arms on his knees, staring into the blaze. This was one of the a happier moments in the life of the strapping young lad, so he did his best to commit it to memory, from the smell of food in the air to the warmth of the campfire itself. The flames of comfort. Damon reached his hands forward to feel the intensity of the heat. His eyes opened. He was back in Hoshigakure in the training grounds with his arm still extended from the instructions which Valen had given him. A small ball of orange fire burned in Damon’s hands, which might catch the attention of the shinobi who he was currently with in the training grounds.
[My bad, man. Soccer, work, and school are eating up my time lately]
WC: 1950
His eyes gave off the sensation of burning, and subtly turned from this new shinobi, looking towards the ground behind him. The grounds seemed to be the same as he had seen prior, however, it took on a blood red hue. Before he was able to begin to panic, he blinked hard once more only for his vision to return to normal. Aside from his eyes being slightly watery, there was no other indication that he had just quelled a panic attack from remembering tragic details in his own life. He closed his eyes once more. That is when Damon actually registered the second half of the instructions that Valen had provided. Since the other was concerned worrying about his own eyes, it would make sense for Damon to have some time for some self reflecting and all. The benefits of fire. He then began his next flashback, this time from his own memory and not his imagination.
“-and that’s why you always have to be careful with those Inuzuka. Especially with their dogs,” his merchant father had just finished telling some hilarious story from a past deal that he had made with some kunoichi from Konohagakure. The two sat on two felled logs that were currently functioning as benches for the boys. The older man withdrew his stick from the fire in front of them and blew on it to cool it down, but to not use, as the steam from the smoked fish filled the air with the scent of good. Damon laughed at the story as he bit into his own meal, which was also a fried fish impaled on a stick. The stick had been a necessity since the crackling fire before the two not only provided them with warmth but with a means to cook their food. The old mobile cart that his father used to travel around in was parked a small distance behind them with its door open, inviting the pair in to go to sleep in their respective beds. He opted to stay outside for a bit longer as his company departed to get a good night’s sleep, but not before asking the boy to put out the fire before he too fell asleep. Kiddo Damon agreed before leaning forward with his arms on his knees, staring into the blaze. This was one of the a happier moments in the life of the strapping young lad, so he did his best to commit it to memory, from the smell of food in the air to the warmth of the campfire itself. The flames of comfort. Damon reached his hands forward to feel the intensity of the heat. His eyes opened. He was back in Hoshigakure in the training grounds with his arm still extended from the instructions which Valen had given him. A small ball of orange fire burned in Damon’s hands, which might catch the attention of the shinobi who he was currently with in the training grounds.
[My bad, man. Soccer, work, and school are eating up my time lately]
WC: 1950
- Madrigal KaguyaCitizen
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Ryo : 0
Re: The Birth of a Light, and The Start of a Flame
Wed Apr 19, 2017 1:49 am
Valen would notice Damon was doing his best to envision what he told him. He could easily tell the boy was succeeding as he hadn’t actually noticed that he was holding a small orange flame in his hands now. When he did he’d not approvingly with a small smile before speaking. “Don’t be afraid to channel more chakra in it. This is still new to you so your chakra system isn’t accustomed to trying to transform chakra in this manner. It’ll take a bit more than usual for a bit. This is normal and will clear up in no time at all.” He would explain as he would stare at the small flame in Damon’s hands. The tiny intense flame not harming his eyes at all. Suddenly he was confused, surely his eyes would be affected from this close of a range to the flame? He wondered if it was like this with all light. He would look to Damon and try get his attention by raising a finger as if to say something. “Avert your eyes, I’m going to do something stupid..” He would say before pulling out a flashbang from his pack and setting it on the ground in front of him after giving it a ten second timer. Hoping to give Damon enough time to realize what he was going to do and look away as he had warned him to do.
The flashbang would go off without a low quality explosive sound as a great flash of light filled the training ground that was designed to blind anyone who was unfortunate enough to look at it for more than long enough to deal a killing blow. Valen would look directly into the light, trying to make sure he was positive about what was happening to his eyes. Sure enough he could look right into the devastatingly bright light that the small piece of paper had caused without even blinking, and after the light dissipated his vision wouldn’t be hampered in anyway. “I can still see…” He would mutter under his breath. This was an interesting development, and he would need to find someone to ask about it to find out what was actually going on with his eyes. He hoped it was permanent, as it would allow him to take great advantage of the situation in battle. He could develop ways to blind people rapidly and take advantage at their reactions to his sudden robbery of the main sense they used for their surroundings. Which no one could have simply stripped from them without reacting. He could take advantage of those moments with a knockout or kill move that would end the fight, period.
He would look over to Damon at this point before stating a simple word that the boy would either recognize for what it was or attempt to figure out what it could be. “Valen..” He would say as he rolled his neck and shoulders a bit before yawning a bit. “I could teach you how to use the element, but I’m afraid I don’t know any fire style techniques to teach you.” He would explain as he began to think about whom he could ask. He could go to Hogokage-Sama, but he had already bothered the man. Perhaps the Deputy Hogokage, Akihana? He might try to ask her, she might know what this could be from her experience in the world. Nodding his head at his mental plan he put it aside for now, it was still dark outside so he would need to do this idea tomorrow. He hoped he would be able to learn what in the world was happening to his eyes.
At this point he would look over to Damon and speak “Is there anything else I can do for you Damon?..” He would ask, trying to see if he was still needed. If he was he would stick around and help him with whatever it was he might have wished. Were he not required however he might just decide to go ahead and go home. With the discovery of his changing eyes he suddenly didn’t feel much like training anymore. After all for all he knew it could be someone damaging his eyes rapidly. He didn’t feel any pain, but that didn’t mean something horrible wasn’t happening to them. After all how many people could stare directly at a flashbang without being harmed at all, or having his vision hampered in anyway from the effects. If his eyes deteriorated he wouldn’t be able to be a shinobi and that thought gave him chills. After all what else would he do? ‘What would the sword do?” He absently wondered, before getting an answer. “I would convince you to try and murder everyone around you for fun and see how far you got in denying me my entertainment before the combination of your self-destructive depression and my desires for carnage caused you to snap and go on a killing rampage.’ It would say before going quiet again. Valen’s eye would twitch at those words as he realized that oversized butterknife of death was indeed correct. That is exactly what it would do. It would probably succeed too. After he didn’t know how badly not being able to be a shinobi would affect him. It was at this point that he would tune in to whatever Damon’s answer might be. He hoped he hadn’t missed it when he was lost in his own thoughts. After all that would just be rude.
WC: 921
TWC: 2476
Unclaimed: 1476
The flashbang would go off without a low quality explosive sound as a great flash of light filled the training ground that was designed to blind anyone who was unfortunate enough to look at it for more than long enough to deal a killing blow. Valen would look directly into the light, trying to make sure he was positive about what was happening to his eyes. Sure enough he could look right into the devastatingly bright light that the small piece of paper had caused without even blinking, and after the light dissipated his vision wouldn’t be hampered in anyway. “I can still see…” He would mutter under his breath. This was an interesting development, and he would need to find someone to ask about it to find out what was actually going on with his eyes. He hoped it was permanent, as it would allow him to take great advantage of the situation in battle. He could develop ways to blind people rapidly and take advantage at their reactions to his sudden robbery of the main sense they used for their surroundings. Which no one could have simply stripped from them without reacting. He could take advantage of those moments with a knockout or kill move that would end the fight, period.
He would look over to Damon at this point before stating a simple word that the boy would either recognize for what it was or attempt to figure out what it could be. “Valen..” He would say as he rolled his neck and shoulders a bit before yawning a bit. “I could teach you how to use the element, but I’m afraid I don’t know any fire style techniques to teach you.” He would explain as he began to think about whom he could ask. He could go to Hogokage-Sama, but he had already bothered the man. Perhaps the Deputy Hogokage, Akihana? He might try to ask her, she might know what this could be from her experience in the world. Nodding his head at his mental plan he put it aside for now, it was still dark outside so he would need to do this idea tomorrow. He hoped he would be able to learn what in the world was happening to his eyes.
At this point he would look over to Damon and speak “Is there anything else I can do for you Damon?..” He would ask, trying to see if he was still needed. If he was he would stick around and help him with whatever it was he might have wished. Were he not required however he might just decide to go ahead and go home. With the discovery of his changing eyes he suddenly didn’t feel much like training anymore. After all for all he knew it could be someone damaging his eyes rapidly. He didn’t feel any pain, but that didn’t mean something horrible wasn’t happening to them. After all how many people could stare directly at a flashbang without being harmed at all, or having his vision hampered in anyway from the effects. If his eyes deteriorated he wouldn’t be able to be a shinobi and that thought gave him chills. After all what else would he do? ‘What would the sword do?” He absently wondered, before getting an answer. “I would convince you to try and murder everyone around you for fun and see how far you got in denying me my entertainment before the combination of your self-destructive depression and my desires for carnage caused you to snap and go on a killing rampage.’ It would say before going quiet again. Valen’s eye would twitch at those words as he realized that oversized butterknife of death was indeed correct. That is exactly what it would do. It would probably succeed too. After he didn’t know how badly not being able to be a shinobi would affect him. It was at this point that he would tune in to whatever Damon’s answer might be. He hoped he hadn’t missed it when he was lost in his own thoughts. After all that would just be rude.
WC: 921
TWC: 2476
Unclaimed: 1476
- DamonCitizen
- Stat Page : The Tengu
Clan Focus : Genjutsu
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 44150
Re: The Birth of a Light, and The Start of a Flame
Sun Apr 23, 2017 3:19 pm
Damon did not have much time to bear witness to his own accomplishment before he was warned by the Akari to avert his eyes. The Uchiha had quizzically turned his head in order to ask for a reason as to do such a thing that felt out of the ordinary. He then witnessed the boy place down some strange device that would probably be ticking or something since it was on a timer. He turned his head away and his back to the flashbang in just the nick of time in order to not be blinded. He happened to like his eyes, after all, because they let him see things. Damon held his hands on his ears as the flashbang went off and illuminated the darkened training grounds in an immense flood of light, probably drawing the attention of anybody that happened to be nearby. He could barely hear the near inaudible exclamation from Valen, but slightly catch it as it seemed as though the boy could somehow see through the effects of a device meant for blinding.
He found it rather odd how Valen did not seem to know how to manipulate his flame control at all, but perhaps the fellow genin was more focused on his natural skills or perhaps training with that sword strapped to his back in order to hone his prowess in regards to ninjutsu. He figured that it would probably be best to train a bit on his own time, and perhaps meet up again later in order to compare notes on different jutsu. Damon politely replied, “I think we’re good for now, Valen. After all, it is getting pretty late and sleep is a necessity for genin in training.” He was about to sign the handseals for storage displacement to exchange addresses, however, Damon no longer really possessed a house, as his had burned down. It dawned on him that he would need to find a place to sleep, so instead he just tried to recover from his own thoughts, “I’ll see you around. Maybe next time we can train in some fire style jutsu.” He would bid the other goodbye as he began walking down the street in search of somewhere to sleep.
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Walking down the street, Damon would be reading through the standard jutsu encyclopedia that he had been gifted upon making genin. He kept it in his little pocket dimension for ease of travel, but now he was focused on reading through some standard fire style basics. One of which was called fire stream. He read the information before closing the book and glancing around to take in his surroundings. He was in a seemingly empty part of town, seeing as that it must have been nearly 3am and most people should have been asleep by now. He approached an alleyway for the sake of having some security as he would then knead some newly discovered fire chakra within the pit of his stomach before forming a half tiger seal. Damon would then expel the fire chakra out of his mouth, resulting in a thin cone of heat setting a nearby pile of trash on fire. Well, now he was just doing the city a favor by eliminating some unnecessary trash. A noise prompted him to turn his head in time to see a calico cat run out from underneath a dumpster and scatter off into the night, as it must have been startled by the fires. Damon chuckled as he watched the rising smoke before turning back to the streets and continuing walking.
Eventually, Damon would ultimately settle on just a comfortable looking tree that lined one of the many walkways throughout the village. He used the surface walking technique to walk up to a high spot where the branches, well, branched out enough to form a spot that would support his weight. He adjusted his body to conform to the structure of the tree as he closed his eyes and began to drift off to sleep. However, a chilly gust caused him to shiver, which prompted him to try to manipulate his newfound fire chakra. Much like he had with fire stream, he kneaded flame based chakra within his stomach, except now he did not expel it. Instead, he focused on maintaining it in order to warm his insides and have the feeling of warmth spread to his entire body. It would not be long before the now warmed up genin would fall asleep for the night and await the events of the next day.
--Exit--
WC: 2707
Claims: 13 stat points, Fire Element (1000/1000 from Valen teaching), Fire Release: Fire Stream (500/500), Inner Flame (500/500), 707 words to charity
He found it rather odd how Valen did not seem to know how to manipulate his flame control at all, but perhaps the fellow genin was more focused on his natural skills or perhaps training with that sword strapped to his back in order to hone his prowess in regards to ninjutsu. He figured that it would probably be best to train a bit on his own time, and perhaps meet up again later in order to compare notes on different jutsu. Damon politely replied, “I think we’re good for now, Valen. After all, it is getting pretty late and sleep is a necessity for genin in training.” He was about to sign the handseals for storage displacement to exchange addresses, however, Damon no longer really possessed a house, as his had burned down. It dawned on him that he would need to find a place to sleep, so instead he just tried to recover from his own thoughts, “I’ll see you around. Maybe next time we can train in some fire style jutsu.” He would bid the other goodbye as he began walking down the street in search of somewhere to sleep.
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Walking down the street, Damon would be reading through the standard jutsu encyclopedia that he had been gifted upon making genin. He kept it in his little pocket dimension for ease of travel, but now he was focused on reading through some standard fire style basics. One of which was called fire stream. He read the information before closing the book and glancing around to take in his surroundings. He was in a seemingly empty part of town, seeing as that it must have been nearly 3am and most people should have been asleep by now. He approached an alleyway for the sake of having some security as he would then knead some newly discovered fire chakra within the pit of his stomach before forming a half tiger seal. Damon would then expel the fire chakra out of his mouth, resulting in a thin cone of heat setting a nearby pile of trash on fire. Well, now he was just doing the city a favor by eliminating some unnecessary trash. A noise prompted him to turn his head in time to see a calico cat run out from underneath a dumpster and scatter off into the night, as it must have been startled by the fires. Damon chuckled as he watched the rising smoke before turning back to the streets and continuing walking.
Eventually, Damon would ultimately settle on just a comfortable looking tree that lined one of the many walkways throughout the village. He used the surface walking technique to walk up to a high spot where the branches, well, branched out enough to form a spot that would support his weight. He adjusted his body to conform to the structure of the tree as he closed his eyes and began to drift off to sleep. However, a chilly gust caused him to shiver, which prompted him to try to manipulate his newfound fire chakra. Much like he had with fire stream, he kneaded flame based chakra within his stomach, except now he did not expel it. Instead, he focused on maintaining it in order to warm his insides and have the feeling of warmth spread to his entire body. It would not be long before the now warmed up genin would fall asleep for the night and await the events of the next day.
--Exit--
WC: 2707
Claims: 13 stat points, Fire Element (1000/1000 from Valen teaching), Fire Release: Fire Stream (500/500), Inner Flame (500/500), 707 words to charity
- Madrigal KaguyaCitizen
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Ryo : 0
Re: The Birth of a Light, and The Start of a Flame
Sun Apr 23, 2017 5:36 pm
“I think we’re good for now Valen…” the crimson cloak wearing young man would hear. He listened to the budding fire users words before nodding his head in understanding. If he were going to sleep this early then he might be going for missions tomorrow, or intended some early morning training. It didn’t matter, it was none of his business after all. He’d nod his head at his offer of possibly training fire style jutsu in the future and watched the youth head off to where ever it was he intended to go to. Valen shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at his hands. He’d begin creating orbs of light in his hands to get a feel for how that light trick worked and each time he’d try to make it brighter and brighter and each time he was rewarded with the ability to completely ignore how bright the damn things were. It was as if his eyes weren’t affected in the least. But he couldn’t understand how that was the case. Everyone became blinded by looking into bright lights right? Could he be severely damaging his vision by doing this? At that thought he’d immediately stop trying to make the bright lights and shake his head at his stupidity. He’d need to talk to someone trustworthy, someone experienced. He had decided earlier to go see the deputy Hogokage and that was simply what he would need to do. He couldn’t afford to sit here and risk damaging his vision. He could find out what in the hell was wrong with it in the morning. He just hoped the deputy kage would know what in the world was happening to him.
He decided it was time to head home himself. So he rolled his shoulders before heading on home himself. As he moved through the street toward his nearby home he would cast glances into nearby alleyways to see if he could successfully so into them with the shadows of the night attempting to hide what was inside. Each time he was rewarded with the ability to see right through the shadows. It was as if his eyes weren’t affected by darkness. He of course severely doubted that he could see in complete darkness but this single trick was definitely useful, and one he intended to keep to himself until it was necessary. To reveal said secret to anyone, which he hoped would be never save for the superior he would be seeing in the morning. He briefly wondered what it could be that allowed him to see in the darkness so well. Could it be that his eyes picked up the trace amounts of light? Could the light that the moon shone down on them be enough to reveal what was in the alley’s? Did he simply really not need that much light to see? He would have to find out. So when he finally arrived home he disarmed the traps at his door, stepped inside, reset said traps before deciding it was time to get some sleep. So he simply untied Crimson End from his waist and leaned against the bedroom wall before laying down and drifting off to sleep.
WC: 533
TWC: 3009
TWCA: 2009
Using the TWCA 'Total Word Count Available" toward the Golden Eye level 1
Also claiming Light Release and 15 stats.
He decided it was time to head home himself. So he rolled his shoulders before heading on home himself. As he moved through the street toward his nearby home he would cast glances into nearby alleyways to see if he could successfully so into them with the shadows of the night attempting to hide what was inside. Each time he was rewarded with the ability to see right through the shadows. It was as if his eyes weren’t affected by darkness. He of course severely doubted that he could see in complete darkness but this single trick was definitely useful, and one he intended to keep to himself until it was necessary. To reveal said secret to anyone, which he hoped would be never save for the superior he would be seeing in the morning. He briefly wondered what it could be that allowed him to see in the darkness so well. Could it be that his eyes picked up the trace amounts of light? Could the light that the moon shone down on them be enough to reveal what was in the alley’s? Did he simply really not need that much light to see? He would have to find out. So when he finally arrived home he disarmed the traps at his door, stepped inside, reset said traps before deciding it was time to get some sleep. So he simply untied Crimson End from his waist and leaned against the bedroom wall before laying down and drifting off to sleep.
WC: 533
TWC: 3009
TWCA: 2009
Using the TWCA 'Total Word Count Available" toward the Golden Eye level 1
Also claiming Light Release and 15 stats.
- ShinCitizen
- Stat Page :
Ryo : 0
Re: The Birth of a Light, and The Start of a Flame
Sun Apr 23, 2017 6:43 pm
Everything looks to be in order, trial approved
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