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TakeshiyamaVagabond (B-Rank)
Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!- Stat Page : Takeshiyama
Mission Record : Mission Log
Clan Focus : Taijutsu
Village : Vagabonds
Ryo : 0
Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Fri Dec 10, 2021 4:54 am
- Missions:
- Protect the Cookies!:
Mission Name: Protect the Cookies!
Rank: C
Mission Location: Moon Country
Challenges: Arc
Task: It's the day before the annual lighting of the tree; Yoi has asked you and your team to watch the bakery and if necessary; protect the cookies and ingredients. Yoi heard that Itazura has returned to the Moon Country and plans on sabotaging Yoi's festival! Disheartened by this, Yoi has gone into his chambers and refuses to come out, perhaps if he hears that the bakery was well protected he'll come back out?
Word Count Requirement: 2000
Reward: 4000 Ryo / 20 AP / 1 Onmistone
Protect the Workshop!:
Mission Name: Protect the Workshop!
Rank: B
Mission Location: Moon Country
Challenges: Arc
Task: Yoi, delighted by the fact that his bakery is safe has decided to hold a small celebration for his workers, the past 11 months have been rough, making toys and treats and everything in between - he wants to celebrate them, and thank them all for their amazing work. Unfortunately you will be sitting this celebration out, Yoi has asked you and your team to stand guard and protect the work shop. He has heard there is a possibility for Itazura to send another attack, in an attempt to foil the celebrations to come. Your job is to make sure the workshop, and the presents inside remain safe until morning.
Word Count Requirement: 3000
Reward: 7500 Ryo / 40 AP / 1 Tinkerer's Toolkit
Protect the Star!:
Mission Name: Protect the Star!
Rank: A
Mission Location: Moon Country
Challenges: Arc
Task: Tonight is the night! The toys, the cookies, everything has led up to this point! You stand in the center of Moon, all gathered around the tree celebrating a year of good deeds and rewards; Yoi has called everyone together for drinks and to watch the lighting of the "Star of the Moon"; the prize possession of Yoi, being a star that fell from the heavens hundreds of years ago! But wait! What's that? A person on the top of the tree? Quickly! Stop them before they make it out with the star of the moon!
Word Count Requirement: 4000
Reward: 10000 Ryo / 50 AP / 1 Material Demagnetizer
LINK TO CHRISTMAS EVENT
A cool breeze rolled through the open window causing the Sage plants Asahi left there to rustle. While the season was beginning to turn brisk, the wind was cold enough to be unnatural. Stirring awake and snapping up Asahi would look around, having felt a pressure, or was it more like a lingering touch of cold fingers his senses searched for a spirit. Instead what he found was a letter resting on his lap as though it had just been placed there. The outside was covered in stripes, of greens, reds, and whites. Making a quizzical look he’d open the letter, sliding his finger through the opening he’d rip upward feeling the crinkling paper giveaway at a minor amount of force.
Once open, his eyes scanned through the page, taking in the words but hardly understanding. Some one named Yoi needed assistance, against another someone……putting down the paper and raising his head, a sudden and violent sense of Vertigo gripped him. Fighting the urge to wretch, his blue eyes would take in the snowy landscape, the large striped gates, and the smell of distant cookies. Giving himself a shake as if to wake, nothing changed. Taking a tentative step, his foot sunk into snow prompting a look downwards. The teleportation had been strange, but even stranger he found himself in a set of clothes he did not own.
Though he was unfamiliar with what French style was he found himself in an array of Lavender and teals, in a play on French musketeer dress. If French musketeer outfits where drawn by a very horny artist that was. The outfit barely kept his midriff covered, the tights moving down his legs and black shinning buckled shoes completed the lower half. Reaching up he found a swooping hat with an even longer white feather. His ninjato rested ties to his hip within its sheath. He’d had strange dreams before, but the creeping wet cold in his shoes proved that this was likely not one of those.
Other buildings loomed in the distance he was sure, but it started to snow obscuring all around him except the gates and what he assumed was a bakery by the wafting smells of gingerbread and cinnamon. Shrugging he’s grip his hat in his right hand, and let his left rest on the swords handle preventing it from bouncing to much. With sure footing he moved and entered into the bakery.
What he found was a large building, baking equipment everywhere, hundreds or maybe thousands of cookies resting on long benches. Moving to the bench he found a note tripoded to stand up right. In gold glitter the words “wait for the others” was written. Seeing as nothing was making sense, he had to assume that this did in fact…..just make sense. Grabbing a gingerbread man cookie he’d take a bite out of its head, and wash it down with a glass of milk that he was ninety nine percent sure hadn’t been there before. Humming to himself he continued to munch on the cookie, looking at an office door with a gold nameplate on it that said “Yoi”
TWC - 522
Once open, his eyes scanned through the page, taking in the words but hardly understanding. Some one named Yoi needed assistance, against another someone……putting down the paper and raising his head, a sudden and violent sense of Vertigo gripped him. Fighting the urge to wretch, his blue eyes would take in the snowy landscape, the large striped gates, and the smell of distant cookies. Giving himself a shake as if to wake, nothing changed. Taking a tentative step, his foot sunk into snow prompting a look downwards. The teleportation had been strange, but even stranger he found himself in a set of clothes he did not own.
Though he was unfamiliar with what French style was he found himself in an array of Lavender and teals, in a play on French musketeer dress. If French musketeer outfits where drawn by a very horny artist that was. The outfit barely kept his midriff covered, the tights moving down his legs and black shinning buckled shoes completed the lower half. Reaching up he found a swooping hat with an even longer white feather. His ninjato rested ties to his hip within its sheath. He’d had strange dreams before, but the creeping wet cold in his shoes proved that this was likely not one of those.
Other buildings loomed in the distance he was sure, but it started to snow obscuring all around him except the gates and what he assumed was a bakery by the wafting smells of gingerbread and cinnamon. Shrugging he’s grip his hat in his right hand, and let his left rest on the swords handle preventing it from bouncing to much. With sure footing he moved and entered into the bakery.
What he found was a large building, baking equipment everywhere, hundreds or maybe thousands of cookies resting on long benches. Moving to the bench he found a note tripoded to stand up right. In gold glitter the words “wait for the others” was written. Seeing as nothing was making sense, he had to assume that this did in fact…..just make sense. Grabbing a gingerbread man cookie he’d take a bite out of its head, and wash it down with a glass of milk that he was ninety nine percent sure hadn’t been there before. Humming to himself he continued to munch on the cookie, looking at an office door with a gold nameplate on it that said “Yoi”
TWC - 522
Yuuma FujiwaraCitizen- Stat Page : Link
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 116770
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Fri Dec 10, 2021 11:42 pm
Admittedly, the holidays had never meant the most to Yuuma. Having grown up in a farming village with a lack of what one might call a "functional family", the holidays only usually meant things were about to get a lot busier. Ever since his arrival in Hoshigakure, the meaning of holidays had begun to morph into something new. Sentiment surrounded the season in ways Yuuma hadn't initially imagined, and the man had found himself quite lost for it in his younger years. Now, transformed after his years of work as a ninja, Yuuma had become endeared to the idea of a season in which people sought out their family and close ties for festivities and celebration. Granted, that still left him without much to do outside of work, but that didn't mean Yuuma was without purpose for the holidays. Waking up early in the back of his shop, the Chuunin would don his typical robes with the light blue Chuunin jacket underneath. A headband bearing the symbol for Hoshifakure was secured to the sash ties around his waist and the scar on his forehead visible as it had ever been.
Making to depart for his morning routine of checking requests for the clinic, he'd find himself clear of all note but for one. A rolled scroll that had been wrapped with a golden ribbon that sparkled even in the dim light of the candle sitting on the desk of the clinic's front room. Coupled with that and the early morning sun throwing shades of violet over the horizon, Yuuma's waking gaze would scan each line slow, his brow slowly coming together to form a small knot just over the bridge of his nose. Even after reading it once, he had to scan the text a few more times before he flipped the paper over to check the empty back, flipping it back over once more. "Is this...an official mission? The formatting is all wrong. Who's Yoi? I don't recognize that name." A flurry of thoughts stormed through his mind as he let his hand return to the desk, releasing the scroll from his grasp.
No sooner had the parchment left his fingers that a strange sensation began to take hold of him. It was as if someone had hooked his stomach with some sort of fishing lure and pulled, jerking him backward. The scenery warped around him in an instant, the wooden counter of his clinic shifting into a brown blur that melded with the grey clay brick of the wall and soon all Yuuma could see was a wash of color before everything instantly popped back into place as though someone had taken every shape he could see and made it into a different shape. In a matter of moments, Yuuma had been transported through space and time to a new place entirely. Here, the same sun had already risen much more than his home, pulling the boy's gaze skyward as he settled in from the landing. Perhaps it was the nature of his familiarity with the nature of space-time, but Yuuma didn't seem to suffer the same wrenching of innards that some might. Instead, Yuuma staggered some as the lightheadedness associated with translocation took hold, causing the young man to wobble some on his feet, putting his hands out like he was going to catch himself but never actually falling, giving him a rather strange pose for just a moment as he conducted himself.
"Okay. So, no, not a normal mission..." Yuuma thought to himself as he stood up straight, taking an account of his surroundings. "The light in the sky means I'm somewhere east. Moon Country. Just as the note said," he concluded. In his dream of travels, Moon Country had been one of the countries he had looked into in order to better plan his journey to the land of Fire, but never in great detail. Snow fell to the ground in gentle, graceful clumps as Yuuma attempted to discern which way was which in the cloud-covered land. Still, this typical practice of observation was derailed by two major factors. The first of which was the growing wonder that filled the chest of the young man who hadn't gotten to experience much snow. A curious hand lifted to let a few of the flakes touch his palm though they vanished nearly instantly. A broad smile pushed over his lips in spite of the second hampering factor: the cold.
Yuuma would move forward as his hands held out to the snow, gripping onto the white flakes even as he began to feel his fingertips beginning to numb from the cold that he was unaccustomed to. Making his way up the path through the gate to what must be a village, Yuuma would find himself entering into a building that he would immediately identify as a bakery on the smell alone. That same smile of wonder he had on his face from the circumstance surrounding them and would maintain itself as his eyes swept around the building up until his sapphire eyes landed on another person. A rather whimsical outfit covering their somewhat feminine features as well as a symbol of some sort he didn't recognize on the brim of their hat. A weapon is situated at their hip with one of their hands resting atop it. Certainly, Yuuma made no concealment to his entry, and even a typical person would have caught the steps of his entry. Giving some pause to his step, Yuuma stopped with enough space for both of them to have a breath of comfort, though there was still a remarkable distinction to his turn in outlook; it was like a cat discovering they weren't the only car in the room.
"Uh...hello," Yuuma greeted, a pleasant smile pushing across his face. It was clear Yuuma hadn't expected anyone to be here, but he couldn't rule out the possibility that this was Yoi. "A pleasure to meet you. My name is Yuuma Fujiwara, of Hoshigakure." Ever the diplomat, Yuuma would deep his shoulders in a polite bow, keeping an eye on the unknown face and bringing his hands to fold together into the sleeves of his robe, one hand holding the symbol of the bird. Just in case.
WC - 1,043
Making to depart for his morning routine of checking requests for the clinic, he'd find himself clear of all note but for one. A rolled scroll that had been wrapped with a golden ribbon that sparkled even in the dim light of the candle sitting on the desk of the clinic's front room. Coupled with that and the early morning sun throwing shades of violet over the horizon, Yuuma's waking gaze would scan each line slow, his brow slowly coming together to form a small knot just over the bridge of his nose. Even after reading it once, he had to scan the text a few more times before he flipped the paper over to check the empty back, flipping it back over once more. "Is this...an official mission? The formatting is all wrong. Who's Yoi? I don't recognize that name." A flurry of thoughts stormed through his mind as he let his hand return to the desk, releasing the scroll from his grasp.
No sooner had the parchment left his fingers that a strange sensation began to take hold of him. It was as if someone had hooked his stomach with some sort of fishing lure and pulled, jerking him backward. The scenery warped around him in an instant, the wooden counter of his clinic shifting into a brown blur that melded with the grey clay brick of the wall and soon all Yuuma could see was a wash of color before everything instantly popped back into place as though someone had taken every shape he could see and made it into a different shape. In a matter of moments, Yuuma had been transported through space and time to a new place entirely. Here, the same sun had already risen much more than his home, pulling the boy's gaze skyward as he settled in from the landing. Perhaps it was the nature of his familiarity with the nature of space-time, but Yuuma didn't seem to suffer the same wrenching of innards that some might. Instead, Yuuma staggered some as the lightheadedness associated with translocation took hold, causing the young man to wobble some on his feet, putting his hands out like he was going to catch himself but never actually falling, giving him a rather strange pose for just a moment as he conducted himself.
"Okay. So, no, not a normal mission..." Yuuma thought to himself as he stood up straight, taking an account of his surroundings. "The light in the sky means I'm somewhere east. Moon Country. Just as the note said," he concluded. In his dream of travels, Moon Country had been one of the countries he had looked into in order to better plan his journey to the land of Fire, but never in great detail. Snow fell to the ground in gentle, graceful clumps as Yuuma attempted to discern which way was which in the cloud-covered land. Still, this typical practice of observation was derailed by two major factors. The first of which was the growing wonder that filled the chest of the young man who hadn't gotten to experience much snow. A curious hand lifted to let a few of the flakes touch his palm though they vanished nearly instantly. A broad smile pushed over his lips in spite of the second hampering factor: the cold.
Yuuma would move forward as his hands held out to the snow, gripping onto the white flakes even as he began to feel his fingertips beginning to numb from the cold that he was unaccustomed to. Making his way up the path through the gate to what must be a village, Yuuma would find himself entering into a building that he would immediately identify as a bakery on the smell alone. That same smile of wonder he had on his face from the circumstance surrounding them and would maintain itself as his eyes swept around the building up until his sapphire eyes landed on another person. A rather whimsical outfit covering their somewhat feminine features as well as a symbol of some sort he didn't recognize on the brim of their hat. A weapon is situated at their hip with one of their hands resting atop it. Certainly, Yuuma made no concealment to his entry, and even a typical person would have caught the steps of his entry. Giving some pause to his step, Yuuma stopped with enough space for both of them to have a breath of comfort, though there was still a remarkable distinction to his turn in outlook; it was like a cat discovering they weren't the only car in the room.
"Uh...hello," Yuuma greeted, a pleasant smile pushing across his face. It was clear Yuuma hadn't expected anyone to be here, but he couldn't rule out the possibility that this was Yoi. "A pleasure to meet you. My name is Yuuma Fujiwara, of Hoshigakure." Ever the diplomat, Yuuma would deep his shoulders in a polite bow, keeping an eye on the unknown face and bringing his hands to fold together into the sleeves of his robe, one hand holding the symbol of the bird. Just in case.
WC - 1,043
Hiroki ShimadaChunin
- Stat Page : Mementos of Noon - Hiroki Shimada
Mission Record : Hiroki's Mission Log
Living Clones : Mementos of Dawn - Hiro Shimada
Mementos of Dusk - Ki Shimada
Familiar : Shichiro
Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 150580
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Sat Dec 11, 2021 11:58 pm
The cool winter air had brought in a rather delicate snow storm, not a blizzard by any means; but it was still rather harsh for the mountainous country. But, that was typically how things went. With each passing of the season into the next one typically brought a drastic change within the climate. It would go from the cool springs and autumns, to somewhat unforgiving summers and winters. However, on this day, it thankfully wasn't too unbearable. Hiroki Shimada would much rather be outside during the blazing heat though instead of the snow. Speaking of snow, the flurry of the somewhat frozen version of rain came down in a soft manner, with no signs of giving up anytime soon. It was the perfect excuse to lounge around all day. He did deserve it after all.
Even though there was preparations to be had in regards to an upcoming mission, one also needed to take a break every now and again. Training too often could cause the body to weaken just as much as training to little. As with all things in life, there needed to be a certain balance; much like the aforementioned seasons. Each one with it's drastic differences to counteract the last one, allowing for there to be a wholeness to each one. Knowing that it wouldn't last forever. Still each one feels complete, being able to merge into the next season. The changes in weather didn't typically happen just over night. Instead choosing to ebb and flow into the next one, letting for this difference to rise slowly rather than a quick climb.
This harmonious realization was there for but a moment, for it was interrupted by his friend Tai. He stopped the bliss of feeling at peace for once, so Hiroki's mood drastically decreased. Rather annoyed by the loud banging upon his door at 9 AM, the Kumo shinobi obviously went to go let open the door which into his room. "This better be good." spoke the angered Shimadan. A look in his eyes of both tiredness and just get this over with all ready glaring right at the green one's of the man standing before him. "You got a letter. The messenger said this was important to get to you as soon as possible." Tai then extended forth his left hand, in which was a single piece of parchment, folded over and sealed shut with red and green wax; one color on one side of it, while the other on the other one. "Eugh. I'll grab my things. Looks like I'm going out." This was said by the Kumogakuren who, by all means would take this opportunity and run, but there was just something off, and he didn't know what it was.
So, Hiroki, closing the door, got immediately changed into some warmer clothes, yet still movable. Opting for a layered outfit, over a heavier jacket. For a top, he had on a white sweater speckled with red and green dye. As for pants, it was a pair of matching, white jogger. This was just the top layer, underneath were two others of tight compressed athletic wear. The next things to be grabbed where his ninja tools, including the katana sitting there next to the mahogany wooden bed frame. Lastly was the finishing pièce de résistance, a red hooded cloak, made of a fairly lightweight cloth but lined with a thin fur to help keep warm. This would also help in hiding the sword which was now on the right side of Roki's hip. After all these things were gathered, the troublemaker headed out from the temporary place of residence, and went towards where he had thought this letter had come from.
With flakes now were starting to speckle the cloak, the white and black haired genin had begun to open the letter while walking to his destination. Upon reading it though, it wasn't as expected. The name wasn't familiar in the slightest. No bells were rung. No potential previous intel to be had. It was at this point, the snow around him had begun to pick up. The pace was a bit faster, and it fell a bit heavier. Not enough to be burdensome, but enough to be noticeable. The more the letter was read, the more this effect had occurred. Until finishing reading, the snow was beginning to form a vortex around the teenager. Everything was spinning around him, as he was beind whisked away through space on this snowy tornado. As fast as this happened, it had also stopped. But, Hiroki wasn't in Kumo anymore.
The land, was unfamiliar. It was a place he hadn't have been to before. His initial reaction flash backed to the nightmares which had occurred around Halloween. But not entirely? This time around, it had actually felt real. Last time, there was still that feeling of being somewhat in a dream or at least a dream like state. Whereas now, this had actually felt like being teleported to a different country perhaps? This one seemed much more accustomed to the wintery precipitation. Even during the middle of this feint storm, a festival was in the midst of being set up. And a Christmas one from the looks of it. There was a giant tree in the center of what appeared to be a town square almost. Or like a public gathering place. The star hadn't been put on yet, but if it was like most places, that would be done at a later date.
Although this was eye-catching, it wasn't the main thing of importance though. Turning around, there was a somewhat tall building, it looked like some form of office space. This must have been the place which was talked about in the letter that was sent to Hiroki. Without hesitation, the nin ventured onward, entering into the building. Going up a few flights of stairs, he had reached an area in which was greeted by a hall. At the end of said hall was another room. A voice was heard from within, that of a polite greeting from one person. Using this as a guide, the shinobi headed into there, greeted by the faces of two other ninja. Both of whom, weren't from Kumo, that much was confirmed. For the most part, the two seemed friendly as well, so he saw no reason to make an entrance with violence. Instead he leaned on the doorframe after making an appearance, and replied "Nice to meet ya. The name's Hiroki." A sly, cat like smirk ran from one ear to the next, blue eyes peering towards the others with a potentially mischievous look to them.
WC: 1108
Even though there was preparations to be had in regards to an upcoming mission, one also needed to take a break every now and again. Training too often could cause the body to weaken just as much as training to little. As with all things in life, there needed to be a certain balance; much like the aforementioned seasons. Each one with it's drastic differences to counteract the last one, allowing for there to be a wholeness to each one. Knowing that it wouldn't last forever. Still each one feels complete, being able to merge into the next season. The changes in weather didn't typically happen just over night. Instead choosing to ebb and flow into the next one, letting for this difference to rise slowly rather than a quick climb.
This harmonious realization was there for but a moment, for it was interrupted by his friend Tai. He stopped the bliss of feeling at peace for once, so Hiroki's mood drastically decreased. Rather annoyed by the loud banging upon his door at 9 AM, the Kumo shinobi obviously went to go let open the door which into his room. "This better be good." spoke the angered Shimadan. A look in his eyes of both tiredness and just get this over with all ready glaring right at the green one's of the man standing before him. "You got a letter. The messenger said this was important to get to you as soon as possible." Tai then extended forth his left hand, in which was a single piece of parchment, folded over and sealed shut with red and green wax; one color on one side of it, while the other on the other one. "Eugh. I'll grab my things. Looks like I'm going out." This was said by the Kumogakuren who, by all means would take this opportunity and run, but there was just something off, and he didn't know what it was.
So, Hiroki, closing the door, got immediately changed into some warmer clothes, yet still movable. Opting for a layered outfit, over a heavier jacket. For a top, he had on a white sweater speckled with red and green dye. As for pants, it was a pair of matching, white jogger. This was just the top layer, underneath were two others of tight compressed athletic wear. The next things to be grabbed where his ninja tools, including the katana sitting there next to the mahogany wooden bed frame. Lastly was the finishing pièce de résistance, a red hooded cloak, made of a fairly lightweight cloth but lined with a thin fur to help keep warm. This would also help in hiding the sword which was now on the right side of Roki's hip. After all these things were gathered, the troublemaker headed out from the temporary place of residence, and went towards where he had thought this letter had come from.
With flakes now were starting to speckle the cloak, the white and black haired genin had begun to open the letter while walking to his destination. Upon reading it though, it wasn't as expected. The name wasn't familiar in the slightest. No bells were rung. No potential previous intel to be had. It was at this point, the snow around him had begun to pick up. The pace was a bit faster, and it fell a bit heavier. Not enough to be burdensome, but enough to be noticeable. The more the letter was read, the more this effect had occurred. Until finishing reading, the snow was beginning to form a vortex around the teenager. Everything was spinning around him, as he was beind whisked away through space on this snowy tornado. As fast as this happened, it had also stopped. But, Hiroki wasn't in Kumo anymore.
The land, was unfamiliar. It was a place he hadn't have been to before. His initial reaction flash backed to the nightmares which had occurred around Halloween. But not entirely? This time around, it had actually felt real. Last time, there was still that feeling of being somewhat in a dream or at least a dream like state. Whereas now, this had actually felt like being teleported to a different country perhaps? This one seemed much more accustomed to the wintery precipitation. Even during the middle of this feint storm, a festival was in the midst of being set up. And a Christmas one from the looks of it. There was a giant tree in the center of what appeared to be a town square almost. Or like a public gathering place. The star hadn't been put on yet, but if it was like most places, that would be done at a later date.
Although this was eye-catching, it wasn't the main thing of importance though. Turning around, there was a somewhat tall building, it looked like some form of office space. This must have been the place which was talked about in the letter that was sent to Hiroki. Without hesitation, the nin ventured onward, entering into the building. Going up a few flights of stairs, he had reached an area in which was greeted by a hall. At the end of said hall was another room. A voice was heard from within, that of a polite greeting from one person. Using this as a guide, the shinobi headed into there, greeted by the faces of two other ninja. Both of whom, weren't from Kumo, that much was confirmed. For the most part, the two seemed friendly as well, so he saw no reason to make an entrance with violence. Instead he leaned on the doorframe after making an appearance, and replied "Nice to meet ya. The name's Hiroki." A sly, cat like smirk ran from one ear to the next, blue eyes peering towards the others with a potentially mischievous look to them.
WC: 1108
- TakeshiyamaVagabond (B-Rank)Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Takeshiyama
Mission Record : Mission Log
Clan Focus : Taijutsu
Village : Vagabonds
Ryo : 0
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Sun Dec 12, 2021 1:33 am
Asahi would give a sweeping turn. Standing from the bench, the tails of his shirt twirling with the sudden motion. In one hand he held a cookie, in the other a glass of milk. Mouth slightly full and cookie crumbs gracing his cheeks, he’d give a slight bow, his right leg crossing back behind his left in a formal type of way. The hoshi nin had just finished stating his name, when a second figure appeared in the doorway, also introducing themselves. The note had been correct, there were others. Another munch and he would swallow the remainder of the delicious desert. Taking a quick sip of the milk, he’d clear his throat so as to finally give his own introduction.
“Asahi Yagami, Tanbogakure.” He would say using his now empty hand to sweep off his hat, letting his blonde hair spill out around him. “You didn’t see anyone else coming down the hall did you?” He would point his question towards the Kumogakure nin, but his eyes looked past the nonchalant shinobi. Blue looking into the dark, and when he either heard an answer or saw that no more were coming he shrugged slightly. The letter had no been specific in their number, but it seemed this was all that was expected. Turning back to the bench he saw a new letter had appeared. Replacing his hat he’d gesture for the other two to come closer, before reading out loud.
“Jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell duck”
As he read out the word duck, a crashing of sorts cascaded around the trio. The windows that lined the bakery imploded, glass shards rained down, mimicking the icy landscape beyond the warmth of the building. Instinctively he turned, blue eyes scanning the landscape as a most peculiar scene filled his eyes. Through the windows a variety of abominations where rushing the building. Standing only 12 inches tall at most the creatures let out a horrible melodic song about only wanting someone for Christmas….peculiar. Their voices chimed together in a cacophony of joy and Christmas spirit, with but a mild tone of corruption behind it. The small creatures were all dressed in red pants, a red jacket, with white outlining. A pointed hat that added another several inches to their height was also red. Their faces seemed plastic like, as though they were toys, with small smiling faces, however their eyes seemed black as coal.
Looking down, the wording of the note had changed. Throwing it behind his shoulder, Asahi reached down withdrawing his ninjato in a QuickDraw maneuver that decapitated the first corrupted elf that was better suited for a shelf. “Protect the cookies my new friends!” His voice resounded through the bakery, with confidence. Truthfully none of this made sense, but there had been one other time he’d been thrust into a situation that had made little sense. He hadn’t questioned it much then, and he saw no reason to question it now.
After the first slash he brought his weapon down, the point skewering another elf and sinking into the wood of the floor. Several handseals flew before him before retreating his blade and making the next slash. In three corners of the room small will of whips flames burst forth, transforming into eyes that burned with blue fire. Asahi’s own senses improved by this new perspective his blade whirled with the training Yasahiro he’d been giving him. “I hope your watching cousin!” He’d shout as he continued his dance. The small creatures where many, but he didn’t feel as though they possibly could be the real threat.
Asahi had eyes only for his own work, trusting his companions had been trained in some way as to protect themselves. Assuming that they were able to hold their own the toy elves would be dispatched slowly but surely. Their numbers dwindling until they all ceased their movements.
Once they’d all been dispatched Asahi would allow himself to collapse back on the bench. Wiping the sweat from his brow, and fanning his face with the brim of his fancy hat, he’d look about taking in his companions. He’d give them a smile, and just as he was about to speak he lurched to his feet, sword back out. Another elf had shows itself, however before he could strike he stopped himself.
The creature was similar to what they had been attacked by, but this elf had cheeks rosy with life, instead of the red of corruption. “T-t-thank y-you m-madam….” It would say before snapping its fingers, causing the plates to be replenished with cookies as the glass now filled with a steaming bit of coco, little white marshmallows floating on the surface. The wafting smell of warm chocolate filled the air.
“It’s sir….but thank you my pointy eared fellow.” Asahi would say, sheathing his blade. He’d reach down and blow on the coco before taking a sip.
“Not to hot, extra chocolate…..shaken, never stirred”. The little elf would say, regaining its confidence in the presence of hot chocolate rather than enemies. Treats would appear for both Hiroki and Yuuma. “Let me get Master Yoi…”. It would say before running and jumping from the table. It’s little feet speeding it towards the door.
More elves would appear, and seemingly resume work of baking. Outside a commotion could be heard, turning more elves appeared outside. Making toys, repairing windows, and raising a tree with ornaments. Seemingly repairing everything the toy elves had destroyed. Songs began to fill the air, but they lacked the undertones the toy elves had had. It was difficult to distinguish, the toy elves sung a song that seemed to have been played a million times, killing its joy. While these elves seemed to sing songs that made one remember their youth. A happiness, that seemed to wrap your in a warm sweater protecting one’s spirit from the biting cold of reality.
The sound of a door creaking open caused Asahi to turn, looking towards the door that had the gold name plate of “Yoi” upon it.
TWC - 1529
(3680/9000)
“Asahi Yagami, Tanbogakure.” He would say using his now empty hand to sweep off his hat, letting his blonde hair spill out around him. “You didn’t see anyone else coming down the hall did you?” He would point his question towards the Kumogakure nin, but his eyes looked past the nonchalant shinobi. Blue looking into the dark, and when he either heard an answer or saw that no more were coming he shrugged slightly. The letter had no been specific in their number, but it seemed this was all that was expected. Turning back to the bench he saw a new letter had appeared. Replacing his hat he’d gesture for the other two to come closer, before reading out loud.
“Jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell duck”
As he read out the word duck, a crashing of sorts cascaded around the trio. The windows that lined the bakery imploded, glass shards rained down, mimicking the icy landscape beyond the warmth of the building. Instinctively he turned, blue eyes scanning the landscape as a most peculiar scene filled his eyes. Through the windows a variety of abominations where rushing the building. Standing only 12 inches tall at most the creatures let out a horrible melodic song about only wanting someone for Christmas….peculiar. Their voices chimed together in a cacophony of joy and Christmas spirit, with but a mild tone of corruption behind it. The small creatures were all dressed in red pants, a red jacket, with white outlining. A pointed hat that added another several inches to their height was also red. Their faces seemed plastic like, as though they were toys, with small smiling faces, however their eyes seemed black as coal.
Looking down, the wording of the note had changed. Throwing it behind his shoulder, Asahi reached down withdrawing his ninjato in a QuickDraw maneuver that decapitated the first corrupted elf that was better suited for a shelf. “Protect the cookies my new friends!” His voice resounded through the bakery, with confidence. Truthfully none of this made sense, but there had been one other time he’d been thrust into a situation that had made little sense. He hadn’t questioned it much then, and he saw no reason to question it now.
After the first slash he brought his weapon down, the point skewering another elf and sinking into the wood of the floor. Several handseals flew before him before retreating his blade and making the next slash. In three corners of the room small will of whips flames burst forth, transforming into eyes that burned with blue fire. Asahi’s own senses improved by this new perspective his blade whirled with the training Yasahiro he’d been giving him. “I hope your watching cousin!” He’d shout as he continued his dance. The small creatures where many, but he didn’t feel as though they possibly could be the real threat.
Asahi had eyes only for his own work, trusting his companions had been trained in some way as to protect themselves. Assuming that they were able to hold their own the toy elves would be dispatched slowly but surely. Their numbers dwindling until they all ceased their movements.
Once they’d all been dispatched Asahi would allow himself to collapse back on the bench. Wiping the sweat from his brow, and fanning his face with the brim of his fancy hat, he’d look about taking in his companions. He’d give them a smile, and just as he was about to speak he lurched to his feet, sword back out. Another elf had shows itself, however before he could strike he stopped himself.
The creature was similar to what they had been attacked by, but this elf had cheeks rosy with life, instead of the red of corruption. “T-t-thank y-you m-madam….” It would say before snapping its fingers, causing the plates to be replenished with cookies as the glass now filled with a steaming bit of coco, little white marshmallows floating on the surface. The wafting smell of warm chocolate filled the air.
“It’s sir….but thank you my pointy eared fellow.” Asahi would say, sheathing his blade. He’d reach down and blow on the coco before taking a sip.
“Not to hot, extra chocolate…..shaken, never stirred”. The little elf would say, regaining its confidence in the presence of hot chocolate rather than enemies. Treats would appear for both Hiroki and Yuuma. “Let me get Master Yoi…”. It would say before running and jumping from the table. It’s little feet speeding it towards the door.
More elves would appear, and seemingly resume work of baking. Outside a commotion could be heard, turning more elves appeared outside. Making toys, repairing windows, and raising a tree with ornaments. Seemingly repairing everything the toy elves had destroyed. Songs began to fill the air, but they lacked the undertones the toy elves had had. It was difficult to distinguish, the toy elves sung a song that seemed to have been played a million times, killing its joy. While these elves seemed to sing songs that made one remember their youth. A happiness, that seemed to wrap your in a warm sweater protecting one’s spirit from the biting cold of reality.
The sound of a door creaking open caused Asahi to turn, looking towards the door that had the gold name plate of “Yoi” upon it.
TWC - 1529
(3680/9000)
- Yuuma FujiwaraCitizen
- Stat Page : Link
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 116770
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Tue Dec 14, 2021 9:43 pm
Yuuma had been aware that more would come to meet him- the letter had said as much. He wasn’t quite expecting the rather flamboyant attire of his companions, but he also hadn’t known exactly what to expect. Portions of the experience had brought him back briefly to the moments when he had laid down to sleep just before he had been swept away by that fog to the damnable nightmare. Thankfully, Yuuma didn’t have much time to be embarrassed over the misinterpretation of the situation as the sound of another approaching from behind would draw a single blue orb over his shoulder to gaze behind him at the most recent arrival. His gaze would sweep over the young man, plucking out the shine of a metal headband with a symbol across it. Kumogakure. Yuuma’s mind was thrown back nearly a year in time, remembering the moment he stood before the Raikage at the gate of Hoshi just before the Chuunin exams accompanied by the only other Nara that Yuuma had met thus far on one side, and the guy who would eventually go on to be the grand winner of the exams on the other. Even this guy- Hiroki, as he introduced himself- seemed stern and even a little scary. Was that just a part of Kumogakure? Yuuma’s thought drifted for a moment back to the blonde-haired boy that Yuuma had accompanied briefly through Hoshigakure some time ago. Several Kage ago, even. His thoughts didn’t have a chance to get much deeper, however, as the original participant identified themselves as Asahi Yagami of Tanbogakure. That would explain the lack of recognition of the village symbol- had the Land of Rice gotten a ninja force? That was certainly some news he hadn’t gleaned before now. Perhaps the Lord Seventh might be interested to hear that there was an up-and-coming ninja village on the rise, and they already had forces out in the world.
This was all so terribly exciting.
“A pleasure to meet both of you. I must say, I am not accustomed to being swept away to manage the affairs of others in distant lands, but this experience is, thus far, much better than my last one. We even get milk.” Yuuma had responded to the others while Asahi picked up the note, pacing forward to partake from the table of sweets and beverages when the lines of the note were read aloud. Just as Asahi finished reading the note, the windows burst into a brilliant world of shards and a cacophony of noise and glass filled the room briefly heralding the coming threat set to the backdrop of creepypasta holidays carols and the stiff, jerky movement of the toy elves who began to infest the area. “And just as I was about to enjoy myself,” Yuuma thought to himself with a pout, his hands already beginning moving independently in a set of seals. Within moments, a clone of Yuuma would appear to his side while a staff made of stone appeared in his other hand. The clone and the original would nod to each other before the cane was tossed to the clone, who took up a defensive position in front of the original with his staff at the ready while Yuuma began weaving a new series of hand seals.
To say that the room erupted into chaos was an understatement. Within a target-rich environment, Yuuma was able to handle a great many of the oncoming assailants as stone spears broke through the floor and punched through the chest of the toys five at a time. Plates were knocked from the table, stands were upturned, and the room was set into a state of general disarray save for the table that contained the sweets. The cookies were to be protected, and each of them would find a means to defend a portion of the hall as the onslaught continues. Thankfully for Yuuma, he had practice fighting in urban and confined spaces, and even though the majority of his techniques were meant for range, he had the clone to protect him from the rather feeble attempts of assault the toy elves offered; they were not particularly dangerous, but they were numerous. Slowly but surely, the trio was able to whittle them away until the only song that returned to life was the one sung by the normal elves that had busied themselves with their work while all this had been happening.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Yuuma looked back to the table they had worked to defend. Cookies were safe, but all the drinks had been knocked over by the ruckus. His sadness was quickly flattened by the magical return of the items back to their upright and full position thanks to the actions taken by the elf that Asahi had nearly beheaded. Taking up a glass in both hands, Yuuma would give a long, thankful drink of the warm beverage, slowly rolling his eyes shut as he savored in the delights of a mission successfully completed. Or at least, he had believed in completed. A voice rang from down the hall, drawing their attention to a white-haired man with fox ears sprouting from the top of his head, a long fluffy tail trailing behind him, and fanciful robes marked with seasonal festivities and Moon Country cultural decor. This surely must be Yoi. “Thank you, thank you all so much! How wonderful it is to see such spirit in work, and you saved the cookies!” The man clapped his hands excitedly. The wide smile never left his face as the fox-eared man bounced in place, dancing in a small circle before turning back to the trio with a lavish swooshing over his robes. “But we aren’t done yet! No no no. Come along! There will soon be a celebration!” Sweeping an arm around him, Yoi would turn back and vanish through a door at the end of the hall marked “Workshop”.
Sighing some, Yuuma would quickly drink down the rest of his milk and wipe away at his chin in a rush to not be left behind, making sure his new companions were all well and able to make it to the next assignment. Pushing through the door to the workshop, they would be greeted with the spectacular sight of a toy shop. It was almost like every imagining of a shop full of hard-working elves you might find in a children’s book; stations for screwing on parts to toys, assembly lines to make pace on toy trains and cars, half-finished projects that seemed to have been left behind as the room was entirely empty but for them. The walls were decorated with the relief of elves frolicking through snowy fields and making toys, and amongst each depiction was the same white-haired man with fox ears, smiling and watching over each of the elves as they undertook their activities. The whole thing seemed like it would be a dream for a child to witness save for the fact that the workshop was currently completely empty. Not even Yoi was in sight.
This would soon be remedied by a door at the far end of the room opening, Yoi stepping through a door onto a simple wooden balcony that overlooked the workshop from the second story. Somehow, the man had managed to get all the way up there in the short time it had taken the trio to cross the hall and enter the workshop. “Oh! I forgot to mention! You won’t actually be celebrating with us! We need you to make sure the shop doesn’t get wrecked. You see, the toys don’t seem to behave too well without the elves around and they have a nasty habit of making a real mess of things. So be good little boys and girl, and make sure that my workshop stays safe. Okay? Okay!” Yoi would sprout, not giving anyone a chance to intervene before he turned and vanished through the door once more.
Yuuma would sigh, running a hand through his dark hair and looking to his companions with a somber expression. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t really be a mission if we were supposed to go to a party, right?” Naturally, Yuuma knew he was here for work, but between the festive decorations and the nature of the place they were in, it was hard to not want to get swept up in all the fun things happening around them. The quiet contemplation didn’t last long, however, as the sound of shuffling could be heard from somewhere in the room. Before any of them had a chance to investigate too deeply, they would witness a flurry of activity. Doors to shelves and storage cabinets would burst open and from them would spill a host of ghoulish rejects that could only be explained as factory accidents began to shamble forth. Toy soldiers missing a leg, lop-sided teddy bears missing an eye or having accidentally been given vampire teeth to give it a rather horrifying visage, and a host of other deformed nightmares began to descend upon the factory in a bid to destroy the thing that was likely the cause of their design.
Yuuma would sigh as he and his clone took up a defensive formation once more. “Here we go again…” he would mumble out to no one in particular.
WC - 1,560
TWC - 2,603
This was all so terribly exciting.
“A pleasure to meet both of you. I must say, I am not accustomed to being swept away to manage the affairs of others in distant lands, but this experience is, thus far, much better than my last one. We even get milk.” Yuuma had responded to the others while Asahi picked up the note, pacing forward to partake from the table of sweets and beverages when the lines of the note were read aloud. Just as Asahi finished reading the note, the windows burst into a brilliant world of shards and a cacophony of noise and glass filled the room briefly heralding the coming threat set to the backdrop of creepypasta holidays carols and the stiff, jerky movement of the toy elves who began to infest the area. “And just as I was about to enjoy myself,” Yuuma thought to himself with a pout, his hands already beginning moving independently in a set of seals. Within moments, a clone of Yuuma would appear to his side while a staff made of stone appeared in his other hand. The clone and the original would nod to each other before the cane was tossed to the clone, who took up a defensive position in front of the original with his staff at the ready while Yuuma began weaving a new series of hand seals.
To say that the room erupted into chaos was an understatement. Within a target-rich environment, Yuuma was able to handle a great many of the oncoming assailants as stone spears broke through the floor and punched through the chest of the toys five at a time. Plates were knocked from the table, stands were upturned, and the room was set into a state of general disarray save for the table that contained the sweets. The cookies were to be protected, and each of them would find a means to defend a portion of the hall as the onslaught continues. Thankfully for Yuuma, he had practice fighting in urban and confined spaces, and even though the majority of his techniques were meant for range, he had the clone to protect him from the rather feeble attempts of assault the toy elves offered; they were not particularly dangerous, but they were numerous. Slowly but surely, the trio was able to whittle them away until the only song that returned to life was the one sung by the normal elves that had busied themselves with their work while all this had been happening.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Yuuma looked back to the table they had worked to defend. Cookies were safe, but all the drinks had been knocked over by the ruckus. His sadness was quickly flattened by the magical return of the items back to their upright and full position thanks to the actions taken by the elf that Asahi had nearly beheaded. Taking up a glass in both hands, Yuuma would give a long, thankful drink of the warm beverage, slowly rolling his eyes shut as he savored in the delights of a mission successfully completed. Or at least, he had believed in completed. A voice rang from down the hall, drawing their attention to a white-haired man with fox ears sprouting from the top of his head, a long fluffy tail trailing behind him, and fanciful robes marked with seasonal festivities and Moon Country cultural decor. This surely must be Yoi. “Thank you, thank you all so much! How wonderful it is to see such spirit in work, and you saved the cookies!” The man clapped his hands excitedly. The wide smile never left his face as the fox-eared man bounced in place, dancing in a small circle before turning back to the trio with a lavish swooshing over his robes. “But we aren’t done yet! No no no. Come along! There will soon be a celebration!” Sweeping an arm around him, Yoi would turn back and vanish through a door at the end of the hall marked “Workshop”.
Sighing some, Yuuma would quickly drink down the rest of his milk and wipe away at his chin in a rush to not be left behind, making sure his new companions were all well and able to make it to the next assignment. Pushing through the door to the workshop, they would be greeted with the spectacular sight of a toy shop. It was almost like every imagining of a shop full of hard-working elves you might find in a children’s book; stations for screwing on parts to toys, assembly lines to make pace on toy trains and cars, half-finished projects that seemed to have been left behind as the room was entirely empty but for them. The walls were decorated with the relief of elves frolicking through snowy fields and making toys, and amongst each depiction was the same white-haired man with fox ears, smiling and watching over each of the elves as they undertook their activities. The whole thing seemed like it would be a dream for a child to witness save for the fact that the workshop was currently completely empty. Not even Yoi was in sight.
This would soon be remedied by a door at the far end of the room opening, Yoi stepping through a door onto a simple wooden balcony that overlooked the workshop from the second story. Somehow, the man had managed to get all the way up there in the short time it had taken the trio to cross the hall and enter the workshop. “Oh! I forgot to mention! You won’t actually be celebrating with us! We need you to make sure the shop doesn’t get wrecked. You see, the toys don’t seem to behave too well without the elves around and they have a nasty habit of making a real mess of things. So be good little boys and girl, and make sure that my workshop stays safe. Okay? Okay!” Yoi would sprout, not giving anyone a chance to intervene before he turned and vanished through the door once more.
Yuuma would sigh, running a hand through his dark hair and looking to his companions with a somber expression. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t really be a mission if we were supposed to go to a party, right?” Naturally, Yuuma knew he was here for work, but between the festive decorations and the nature of the place they were in, it was hard to not want to get swept up in all the fun things happening around them. The quiet contemplation didn’t last long, however, as the sound of shuffling could be heard from somewhere in the room. Before any of them had a chance to investigate too deeply, they would witness a flurry of activity. Doors to shelves and storage cabinets would burst open and from them would spill a host of ghoulish rejects that could only be explained as factory accidents began to shamble forth. Toy soldiers missing a leg, lop-sided teddy bears missing an eye or having accidentally been given vampire teeth to give it a rather horrifying visage, and a host of other deformed nightmares began to descend upon the factory in a bid to destroy the thing that was likely the cause of their design.
Yuuma would sigh as he and his clone took up a defensive formation once more. “Here we go again…” he would mumble out to no one in particular.
WC - 1,560
TWC - 2,603
- Hiroki ShimadaChunin
- Stat Page : Mementos of Noon - Hiroki Shimada
Mission Record : Hiroki's Mission Log
Living Clones : Mementos of Dawn - Hiro Shimada
Mementos of Dusk - Ki Shimada
Familiar : Shichiro
Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 150580
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Fri Dec 17, 2021 12:12 am
There was a moment of stillness, even as the 3 ninja currently standing within the rectangular room of an apparent bakery were going about their greetings. Almost, too still. As if it were mimicking the calm before a storm. One moment there was nothing, and then the next an onslaught of rain could blast in a heartbeat. The rapid changing of two polar opposites blending together in a dramatic way, was all something seen many a times before. For now though, the moment would be lived in, like all moments should be. Taking any bit of peace in whichever way he could, yet straying from the dullness of things.
These were all things Hiroki looked upon closely, much as the Kumogakuren's soft eyes focused ever so carefully onward, towards his newly found comrades. Or at least, temporary comrades, the future could hold many things after all. The first to introduce themselves was one of the Hidden Rice nin, not an extremely large village, but still. Power needn't lie within the numbers alone, individuals could take on a multitude of enemies. So the one none as Asahi would not be underestimated in the slightest due to being from a minor village. The fellow shinobi seemed to have a confidence about him, and radiated a very leader-like personality. Noticing a question being thrown towards his direction, the salt and pepper haired troublemaker replied quizzically "No, but then again, I wasn't really paying attention. Teleportation sickness, ya know." Actually speaking this aloud, stirred the wittier side within the Shimadan heir; sending him off on a rather long winded, somewhat sarcastic rant of the aforementioned subject: "Teleportation totally sucks, it like...flips your stomach inside out ya know? And then, don't even get me started on the eyes. How the pressure behind them makes them feel like they could pop out of your skull, but they don't. Ears a ring ding dinging like the bells which was heard in that ever so, apparently at least, fated snowstorm which had whisked us away to this place." This tangent could have went on and on, however, there was another introduction to be listened to. Pretending to snap out of a daze for an extra touch of extraness, his attention now turned towards the other man.
As the dark haired ninja from Hoshigakure spoke, young Roki's gaze met the one being glanced towards him from the lone sapphire hidden amongst a pale face behind the shoulder. Feeling the same witty energy as earlier, the deviant was quick to quip back towards Hoshi's own introduction "Please, it's a pleasure to meet Yuu." His tone filled with elaborate joy towards his own pun, which he couldn't even dare to bite his tongue in trying to stifle back the sound of roaring laughter which echoed out after it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." *brief interlude of more laughter* "But in my defense, that was good, wouldn't Yuu say." And then there was even more waves of giggling uncontrollably. "Ok, ok, ok. The jokes are done now. For now, at least. In all seriousness, the pleasure is mine." A respectful nod was given towards the pair which had arrived before Hiroki.
All good moments, must come to a close unfortunately, which was the case for this moment as well. As it was previously predicted, things were off. Right after Asahi had read another mysterious note which had been seemingly carefully laid atop the oaken bench, there was a bang. A clash. But not from a lightning flash. No. It was little red men, coming through the ceiling. What for, though? The cookies? Why the cookies though? A confused head was tilted as the Tanbo shinobi yelled that out. Not entirely feeling like fighting within the cramped space of the room, there would be an excuse to be had on why he wouldn't be fighting. Said excuse obviously wouldn't mention the fact that it was merely because many of the ways in which he fought covered over an area. Within a space this small, friendly fire would almost be inevitable, so that would be avoided at all costs! By avoiding the fight almost entirely! Emphasis on almost entirely. Crying out to the two others which had begun to go to town on these teeny tiny things, following the same sarcastic rhythm as before "I'd fight, but ya know. Teleportation sickness!". What wasn't seen was a single hand underneath the cloak forming a few seals, timed perfectly to match the pace of the words which were meticulously uttered with impish intent. After saying this, two forms would immediately spring out from either side of the cloak, fully materializing 2 meters away from himself; lightning chakra transmitting into a pair of cyan tinted clones.
These clones would go then proceed to join in combat, utilizing basic hand to hand combat strategems. Nothing that was even considered a technique, just going back to the basics. Parries, dodges, fake out maneuvers, etc. While the clones and the rest of the group fended off against this horde of fiendish elves, Roki decided to casually lean back against the wall, gently placing one of the cookies granted to the trio within his mouth. Savoring the ever so delicious taste of a freshly baked, homemade chocolate chip cookie. Brought to a perfect temperature to where the chocolate was still that nice, melted texture, but cool enough to where his mouth wasn't burned upon eating it. He also utilized this moment to take the antics even further. The mischievous taction, never one to give in to revealing weaknesses or trump cards right away, would just go on the rant as before. This time doing so more slow, making it drawn out. All the while offering words of encouragement. A good job, here, and a, you're doing great, there. This tomfoolery had gotten to the point where his own clones were getting irritated, throwing one of the elves in Roki's direction. Voice coming to a dead pause, there was a flash of silver. The sound of a sword being unsheathed. In that same moment, the elf which was launched at full velocity, hurtling towards the lad with teeth bared, didn't reach the intended destination to put it simply. For it was stopped by the warrior's katana which was now extending outwards horizontally creating an elf-kebab. "How rude me!" Even after the tenseness, the boy still couldn't help but jest a bit.
On the bright side, it had appeared that was the last of the vicious elves! And thus, the actual ones had begun to return to finish their job. Dispelling the clones with a puff of smoke, not choosing to zap anyone with them, their work had appeared to be done for now, hopefully. No? Oh...well...yikes. At least the sound of joyous singing in the background softened the blow that their work had not yet fully been complete, but merely started. A door could be seen opening only about 7 meters away from where the gaggle of different shinobi had gathered, and from which there was a voice which beckoned to them. Adding a sigh to that of Yuuma's own one, Hiroki rolled his eyes a bit, mumbling under his breath while slogging down the long corridor "This better not be boring."
Upon reaching the room at the end of this hall, a peculiar sight was being taken in. That of a humanoid fox. No, a human with fox like features? A hybrid of fox and human? Who knows, but a relatively short guy with whiskers forming a white moustache around a fox like grin bearing canine-esque teeth explained how they had some more work to do. But it would be a party woohoo!!!! Hope had been regained for a second as they moved into another room, this one being much larger than the bakery, and having more of an open area. In the center was a square formation of baskets and bags which were set up in order to catch the toys which fell from above; a ledge in which a numerous amount of conveyor belts were being fed in from the walls towards the center. The toys would then fall the 10 meter distance into the basket laid underneath it's belt. Although the full process of what would happen to the toy next wasn't seen, there was a countless amount of workstations littered on the bottom half of the floor, the level on which they were all standing. Some dedicated to sewing, others had seemed more artsy with paint cans strewn atop.
Just as the Kumo ninjutsu specialist was about to turn in delight to ask if Asahi and Yuuma were as elated as he, Yoi, the mission giver who had led them to this room re-emerged after disappearing for a split second. This time taking up a spot on that second floor ledge, an area of which dedicated to someone of a foreman like position, one that would oversee the daily tasks of this workshop. What did he do after this? Ruined the mood, thats what he did. Roki's beaming smile turned to a frown once more as they were all informed that they would not actually be attending said party in question. They would have to be guarding the shop FOR the people at the party. Once this message had been shared, peering in disdain towards the door being shut as the mysterious figure left, Shimada had to speak up about this nonsense. "This is complete and utter bs. Please tell me you all agree." Stepping forward, he spun around to face the two so that way his back was now facing the rest of the room. "I mean, I get we're awesome ninja who are meant to do badass stuff all the time, but come on. Defending a workshop. Of toys. Who in the world would even consider trying to attack this place. Please, someone tell me..." The voice which had begun to go off again started to trail away as he noticed Yuu speak up. Now he was the one to slightly tilt his head, an eye peering over the left shoulder...being greeted by, what was at first only about maybe 25 twisted toys, all looking rather menacing but in a cute way. This number however begun to rapidly increase as the conveyors kicked on, and more had begun to fall forth from the ledge. Making the population slowly grow to a hundred of them. All poised to strike.
"Hmmm. And so the real fun begins. Shall we? Oh, and do try to keep up you two, just remain under the ledge until my signal and take care of any stragglers." There was a mix of pure confidence and arrogance which mixed in flawlessly with those words as his frown made it's way back to grin. It was showtime. Dashing forth, Hiroki slashed his way through about 5 different deformed stuffed animals, all with the stuffing not being properly sewn into the linings. Carving through them with ease, there was now a group of 20 toy soldiers, all beginning to encircle around the hopefully future Kage. Hand seals being performed underneath the fabric fashioned together as a warm cloak, the final one released a burst of electric energy from it which surrounded him in a 15 meter area, just far enough away from where Tanbo and Hoshi were still at. This shock immediately obliterated those same toys which had made a rather poor attempt at ganging up on a lone nin. Well this nin had a few tricks up his sleeves still.
Now being in an ample position to do so, Hiroki, the Lightning wielder had leaped up 20 meters into the air, flipping around with a seal being formed to land onto the ceiling; hanging upside down from which by his feet. From the position, his cloak now hanging down the opposite way, his right hand this time could be seen actually working its way through weaving some more signs this time around. Just as swiftly as the way this was being intricately made, his other arm swiped forward in an arc, unleashing a torrent of senbon which chirped like a thousand birds, glowing with the same blue shade as the clones. 50 made it's way from the motion made, all making contact with 25 more various toys, some weird jack in the boxes, and there was even some wind up monkeys which had no arms and just walked around robotically, which fell victim to this onslaught of chidori needles. "Now!" The voice of the Cloud village's genin rang true, entrusting the other 50 into the care of the others. Hopefully, taking out half of these monstrosities alone was enough to cover for the previous fight against the elves.
WC: 2170
TWC: 3265
These were all things Hiroki looked upon closely, much as the Kumogakuren's soft eyes focused ever so carefully onward, towards his newly found comrades. Or at least, temporary comrades, the future could hold many things after all. The first to introduce themselves was one of the Hidden Rice nin, not an extremely large village, but still. Power needn't lie within the numbers alone, individuals could take on a multitude of enemies. So the one none as Asahi would not be underestimated in the slightest due to being from a minor village. The fellow shinobi seemed to have a confidence about him, and radiated a very leader-like personality. Noticing a question being thrown towards his direction, the salt and pepper haired troublemaker replied quizzically "No, but then again, I wasn't really paying attention. Teleportation sickness, ya know." Actually speaking this aloud, stirred the wittier side within the Shimadan heir; sending him off on a rather long winded, somewhat sarcastic rant of the aforementioned subject: "Teleportation totally sucks, it like...flips your stomach inside out ya know? And then, don't even get me started on the eyes. How the pressure behind them makes them feel like they could pop out of your skull, but they don't. Ears a ring ding dinging like the bells which was heard in that ever so, apparently at least, fated snowstorm which had whisked us away to this place." This tangent could have went on and on, however, there was another introduction to be listened to. Pretending to snap out of a daze for an extra touch of extraness, his attention now turned towards the other man.
As the dark haired ninja from Hoshigakure spoke, young Roki's gaze met the one being glanced towards him from the lone sapphire hidden amongst a pale face behind the shoulder. Feeling the same witty energy as earlier, the deviant was quick to quip back towards Hoshi's own introduction "Please, it's a pleasure to meet Yuu." His tone filled with elaborate joy towards his own pun, which he couldn't even dare to bite his tongue in trying to stifle back the sound of roaring laughter which echoed out after it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." *brief interlude of more laughter* "But in my defense, that was good, wouldn't Yuu say." And then there was even more waves of giggling uncontrollably. "Ok, ok, ok. The jokes are done now. For now, at least. In all seriousness, the pleasure is mine." A respectful nod was given towards the pair which had arrived before Hiroki.
All good moments, must come to a close unfortunately, which was the case for this moment as well. As it was previously predicted, things were off. Right after Asahi had read another mysterious note which had been seemingly carefully laid atop the oaken bench, there was a bang. A clash. But not from a lightning flash. No. It was little red men, coming through the ceiling. What for, though? The cookies? Why the cookies though? A confused head was tilted as the Tanbo shinobi yelled that out. Not entirely feeling like fighting within the cramped space of the room, there would be an excuse to be had on why he wouldn't be fighting. Said excuse obviously wouldn't mention the fact that it was merely because many of the ways in which he fought covered over an area. Within a space this small, friendly fire would almost be inevitable, so that would be avoided at all costs! By avoiding the fight almost entirely! Emphasis on almost entirely. Crying out to the two others which had begun to go to town on these teeny tiny things, following the same sarcastic rhythm as before "I'd fight, but ya know. Teleportation sickness!". What wasn't seen was a single hand underneath the cloak forming a few seals, timed perfectly to match the pace of the words which were meticulously uttered with impish intent. After saying this, two forms would immediately spring out from either side of the cloak, fully materializing 2 meters away from himself; lightning chakra transmitting into a pair of cyan tinted clones.
These clones would go then proceed to join in combat, utilizing basic hand to hand combat strategems. Nothing that was even considered a technique, just going back to the basics. Parries, dodges, fake out maneuvers, etc. While the clones and the rest of the group fended off against this horde of fiendish elves, Roki decided to casually lean back against the wall, gently placing one of the cookies granted to the trio within his mouth. Savoring the ever so delicious taste of a freshly baked, homemade chocolate chip cookie. Brought to a perfect temperature to where the chocolate was still that nice, melted texture, but cool enough to where his mouth wasn't burned upon eating it. He also utilized this moment to take the antics even further. The mischievous taction, never one to give in to revealing weaknesses or trump cards right away, would just go on the rant as before. This time doing so more slow, making it drawn out. All the while offering words of encouragement. A good job, here, and a, you're doing great, there. This tomfoolery had gotten to the point where his own clones were getting irritated, throwing one of the elves in Roki's direction. Voice coming to a dead pause, there was a flash of silver. The sound of a sword being unsheathed. In that same moment, the elf which was launched at full velocity, hurtling towards the lad with teeth bared, didn't reach the intended destination to put it simply. For it was stopped by the warrior's katana which was now extending outwards horizontally creating an elf-kebab. "How rude me!" Even after the tenseness, the boy still couldn't help but jest a bit.
On the bright side, it had appeared that was the last of the vicious elves! And thus, the actual ones had begun to return to finish their job. Dispelling the clones with a puff of smoke, not choosing to zap anyone with them, their work had appeared to be done for now, hopefully. No? Oh...well...yikes. At least the sound of joyous singing in the background softened the blow that their work had not yet fully been complete, but merely started. A door could be seen opening only about 7 meters away from where the gaggle of different shinobi had gathered, and from which there was a voice which beckoned to them. Adding a sigh to that of Yuuma's own one, Hiroki rolled his eyes a bit, mumbling under his breath while slogging down the long corridor "This better not be boring."
Upon reaching the room at the end of this hall, a peculiar sight was being taken in. That of a humanoid fox. No, a human with fox like features? A hybrid of fox and human? Who knows, but a relatively short guy with whiskers forming a white moustache around a fox like grin bearing canine-esque teeth explained how they had some more work to do. But it would be a party woohoo!!!! Hope had been regained for a second as they moved into another room, this one being much larger than the bakery, and having more of an open area. In the center was a square formation of baskets and bags which were set up in order to catch the toys which fell from above; a ledge in which a numerous amount of conveyor belts were being fed in from the walls towards the center. The toys would then fall the 10 meter distance into the basket laid underneath it's belt. Although the full process of what would happen to the toy next wasn't seen, there was a countless amount of workstations littered on the bottom half of the floor, the level on which they were all standing. Some dedicated to sewing, others had seemed more artsy with paint cans strewn atop.
Just as the Kumo ninjutsu specialist was about to turn in delight to ask if Asahi and Yuuma were as elated as he, Yoi, the mission giver who had led them to this room re-emerged after disappearing for a split second. This time taking up a spot on that second floor ledge, an area of which dedicated to someone of a foreman like position, one that would oversee the daily tasks of this workshop. What did he do after this? Ruined the mood, thats what he did. Roki's beaming smile turned to a frown once more as they were all informed that they would not actually be attending said party in question. They would have to be guarding the shop FOR the people at the party. Once this message had been shared, peering in disdain towards the door being shut as the mysterious figure left, Shimada had to speak up about this nonsense. "This is complete and utter bs. Please tell me you all agree." Stepping forward, he spun around to face the two so that way his back was now facing the rest of the room. "I mean, I get we're awesome ninja who are meant to do badass stuff all the time, but come on. Defending a workshop. Of toys. Who in the world would even consider trying to attack this place. Please, someone tell me..." The voice which had begun to go off again started to trail away as he noticed Yuu speak up. Now he was the one to slightly tilt his head, an eye peering over the left shoulder...being greeted by, what was at first only about maybe 25 twisted toys, all looking rather menacing but in a cute way. This number however begun to rapidly increase as the conveyors kicked on, and more had begun to fall forth from the ledge. Making the population slowly grow to a hundred of them. All poised to strike.
"Hmmm. And so the real fun begins. Shall we? Oh, and do try to keep up you two, just remain under the ledge until my signal and take care of any stragglers." There was a mix of pure confidence and arrogance which mixed in flawlessly with those words as his frown made it's way back to grin. It was showtime. Dashing forth, Hiroki slashed his way through about 5 different deformed stuffed animals, all with the stuffing not being properly sewn into the linings. Carving through them with ease, there was now a group of 20 toy soldiers, all beginning to encircle around the hopefully future Kage. Hand seals being performed underneath the fabric fashioned together as a warm cloak, the final one released a burst of electric energy from it which surrounded him in a 15 meter area, just far enough away from where Tanbo and Hoshi were still at. This shock immediately obliterated those same toys which had made a rather poor attempt at ganging up on a lone nin. Well this nin had a few tricks up his sleeves still.
Now being in an ample position to do so, Hiroki, the Lightning wielder had leaped up 20 meters into the air, flipping around with a seal being formed to land onto the ceiling; hanging upside down from which by his feet. From the position, his cloak now hanging down the opposite way, his right hand this time could be seen actually working its way through weaving some more signs this time around. Just as swiftly as the way this was being intricately made, his other arm swiped forward in an arc, unleashing a torrent of senbon which chirped like a thousand birds, glowing with the same blue shade as the clones. 50 made it's way from the motion made, all making contact with 25 more various toys, some weird jack in the boxes, and there was even some wind up monkeys which had no arms and just walked around robotically, which fell victim to this onslaught of chidori needles. "Now!" The voice of the Cloud village's genin rang true, entrusting the other 50 into the care of the others. Hopefully, taking out half of these monstrosities alone was enough to cover for the previous fight against the elves.
WC: 2170
TWC: 3265
- TakeshiyamaVagabond (B-Rank)Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Takeshiyama
Mission Record : Mission Log
Clan Focus : Taijutsu
Village : Vagabonds
Ryo : 0
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Fri Dec 17, 2021 3:31 am
The door creaked open and a holly jolly……fox man came through the door. A quizzical look overtook Asahi’s face as he stared what was not possibly human. It wasn’t just the fox ears and tails, no it was something else. His facial expressions where similar to a humans, but they were that of mimicry not naturalness. As though it was well practiced for many maybe hundreds of years. His aura was also wrong……not in any kind of malevolent way, but just wrong. In his mind Asahi was attempting to wrap around exactly what Yoi was, and why he had brought this trio here to his workshop, bakery, village? He wasn’t sure where the influence of Yoi began and ended in these parts. Several things were true though, he had summoned them, the elves obeyed him, and he wasn’t human. He barely heard the words the fox man had said before the others started moving, and there for he forced himself to move with them.
There was mentions of celebrations only to be rapidly taken away from them. Though, uncharacteristically Asahi was not as interested in that of festivities as he normally might have been. Instead some part of the back of his brain had begun to itch in his need to know more. It was the same part he felt when examining ancient shrines, or when he felt the closeness of a kami……teleportation long distances, the existence of odd creatures……his mind started to consider if Yoi was more than a natural flesh and blood creature. Before his mind could settle in on this fact however they had reached their destination, and yoi had seen himself out. He’d mentioned guarding the workshop from toys that had been left behind. An oddity to be certain….
Turning the Kumogakure nin was the first to announce their displeasure, while the Hoshigakure nin seemed more resigned to the tasks ahead of them. “I’m not sure this is….ideal, but……..when I’m moon country.” He’d say with a slight shrug at the other two. His mind was still on that of Yoi. His hands made their way towards his pockets, searching, only to find that the normal collection of spirit tags he kept in his pockets where gone…..along with his normal set of clothes. Looking at the two other shinobi they did not seem to be in as garish, all be it fantastic, clothing as himself. His eyes flashed to the door wondering if this was by design. He couldn’t say he trusted Yoi. Not for any one misgiving, but the kami were beings beyond mortal control or comprehension. They could run playgrounds upon this plane of existence. Much more material than any spirit, and could turn events nastier than the meanest ghost…..
His internal dialogue however was quickly interrupted by a series of bangs and clashes. He did not reach for his sword yet, and instead merely looked around. The cupboards, boxes, and nearly any container in sight began to spring open as a toy abomination army spawned all around him. Misfit toys, was the only way to put it. Creations that where either by accident, or that once formed had never found a home. For a split second he felt pity. Yoi had left them to deal with this, he’d left them to deal with the possessed toy elves……he wasn’t sure what made him say it, but as the Kumogakure nin launched themselves upward he unsheathed his words more than his blade. “Do you think god stays tucked away for he fears the creations he has left behind…..” his eyes were filled with sadness for the creations, and a pang of regret filled him for the senseless slaughter of what had become moments before.
His mind was still too foggy, and he lost track of the Hoshi nin, instead his eyes filled with light and his ears with chirping as the lightning needles singed and skewered toys. Some caught alight in flame, some crumbling completely away. Sadness continued to fill him as he sighed in resignation for what he must do…..just as his hand fell to the hilt of his blade he caught a flash out of the corner of his eye. A teddy bear with fangs had dodged the needles in a way one would not expect. It quickly had closed the distance and Asahi knew that he was done for if the creature made the right move. It was to close, and his blade was to deep within the sheath.
As the abomination spread its harms to engulf him, for the second time he spoke before his brain could catch up. “Stop!” He shouted, directing it rather at his two shinobi companions than the bear. He felt the warm arms close around him, tight……..they did not crush him though…..instead they merely held him, and in that embrace, he could feel his heart break, colder than any winter wind. His own arms came up, embracing the deformed teddy bear, who had had no choice in the manner of their construction. Just like none of them had chosen their existence, neither had this creature, and while humanity argued if god had abandoned them or not, Asahi knew in this moment that this creatures god had opted to become uninvested in it anymore.
Tears streamed down his eyes as he shouted once more, “Stop!” He hoped the shinobi around him would stop, if not he’d be forced to draw his blade on them, regardless of the consequences. There was a time for missions, and their was a time for what was right. He’d never had the morals of a priest perhaps, but he knew when something needed his help.
“I don’t think……..I don’t think they are dangerous.” The bear was still holding him, though Asahi had turned. The creature nearly as tall as him, the giant bear hugged him resting its misshapen face on his shoulder, it’s button eyes looking sad, but hopeful. “I think they just……..they just want to be toys…….and what do all toys want, but to be played with.”
He’d sit, and more toys came up around him. Stuffed animals that defies logic, square wheeled trains, toy soldiers who had endured war, they all approached slower, calmer without the threat of aggression. He wondered if they had rushed out in a hope to catch Yoi, to see their father who was absent at a celebration…….he had no proof of all his hypothesis yet, but he knew what he felt, and that had always been enough.
Assuming he didn’t have to defend the toys From his comrades, Asahi would spend the rest of the time playing with the toys. Board games, building, holding plush creatures, whoever came to him he responded with kindness, and for their part they returned that kindness. A room of misfit toys, who simply wanted someone to play with them……it was sad, but in a room of sadness he was happy to provide some respite for them.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but in a flash a knocking on the door occurred and the voice of Yoi could be heard loud and jovial. “Hide my friends…”. Asahi would whisper, and in a flash the room was seemingly empty. The toys having cleaned themselves and the room quicker than one could imagine. All the was left, a single one legged soldier, offering a solitary salute to the team that had opted to know the truth, rather than fight a lie…..
TWC - 2770 / 3000
TMWC - 8651 / 9000
There was mentions of celebrations only to be rapidly taken away from them. Though, uncharacteristically Asahi was not as interested in that of festivities as he normally might have been. Instead some part of the back of his brain had begun to itch in his need to know more. It was the same part he felt when examining ancient shrines, or when he felt the closeness of a kami……teleportation long distances, the existence of odd creatures……his mind started to consider if Yoi was more than a natural flesh and blood creature. Before his mind could settle in on this fact however they had reached their destination, and yoi had seen himself out. He’d mentioned guarding the workshop from toys that had been left behind. An oddity to be certain….
Turning the Kumogakure nin was the first to announce their displeasure, while the Hoshigakure nin seemed more resigned to the tasks ahead of them. “I’m not sure this is….ideal, but……..when I’m moon country.” He’d say with a slight shrug at the other two. His mind was still on that of Yoi. His hands made their way towards his pockets, searching, only to find that the normal collection of spirit tags he kept in his pockets where gone…..along with his normal set of clothes. Looking at the two other shinobi they did not seem to be in as garish, all be it fantastic, clothing as himself. His eyes flashed to the door wondering if this was by design. He couldn’t say he trusted Yoi. Not for any one misgiving, but the kami were beings beyond mortal control or comprehension. They could run playgrounds upon this plane of existence. Much more material than any spirit, and could turn events nastier than the meanest ghost…..
His internal dialogue however was quickly interrupted by a series of bangs and clashes. He did not reach for his sword yet, and instead merely looked around. The cupboards, boxes, and nearly any container in sight began to spring open as a toy abomination army spawned all around him. Misfit toys, was the only way to put it. Creations that where either by accident, or that once formed had never found a home. For a split second he felt pity. Yoi had left them to deal with this, he’d left them to deal with the possessed toy elves……he wasn’t sure what made him say it, but as the Kumogakure nin launched themselves upward he unsheathed his words more than his blade. “Do you think god stays tucked away for he fears the creations he has left behind…..” his eyes were filled with sadness for the creations, and a pang of regret filled him for the senseless slaughter of what had become moments before.
His mind was still too foggy, and he lost track of the Hoshi nin, instead his eyes filled with light and his ears with chirping as the lightning needles singed and skewered toys. Some caught alight in flame, some crumbling completely away. Sadness continued to fill him as he sighed in resignation for what he must do…..just as his hand fell to the hilt of his blade he caught a flash out of the corner of his eye. A teddy bear with fangs had dodged the needles in a way one would not expect. It quickly had closed the distance and Asahi knew that he was done for if the creature made the right move. It was to close, and his blade was to deep within the sheath.
As the abomination spread its harms to engulf him, for the second time he spoke before his brain could catch up. “Stop!” He shouted, directing it rather at his two shinobi companions than the bear. He felt the warm arms close around him, tight……..they did not crush him though…..instead they merely held him, and in that embrace, he could feel his heart break, colder than any winter wind. His own arms came up, embracing the deformed teddy bear, who had had no choice in the manner of their construction. Just like none of them had chosen their existence, neither had this creature, and while humanity argued if god had abandoned them or not, Asahi knew in this moment that this creatures god had opted to become uninvested in it anymore.
Tears streamed down his eyes as he shouted once more, “Stop!” He hoped the shinobi around him would stop, if not he’d be forced to draw his blade on them, regardless of the consequences. There was a time for missions, and their was a time for what was right. He’d never had the morals of a priest perhaps, but he knew when something needed his help.
“I don’t think……..I don’t think they are dangerous.” The bear was still holding him, though Asahi had turned. The creature nearly as tall as him, the giant bear hugged him resting its misshapen face on his shoulder, it’s button eyes looking sad, but hopeful. “I think they just……..they just want to be toys…….and what do all toys want, but to be played with.”
He’d sit, and more toys came up around him. Stuffed animals that defies logic, square wheeled trains, toy soldiers who had endured war, they all approached slower, calmer without the threat of aggression. He wondered if they had rushed out in a hope to catch Yoi, to see their father who was absent at a celebration…….he had no proof of all his hypothesis yet, but he knew what he felt, and that had always been enough.
Assuming he didn’t have to defend the toys From his comrades, Asahi would spend the rest of the time playing with the toys. Board games, building, holding plush creatures, whoever came to him he responded with kindness, and for their part they returned that kindness. A room of misfit toys, who simply wanted someone to play with them……it was sad, but in a room of sadness he was happy to provide some respite for them.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but in a flash a knocking on the door occurred and the voice of Yoi could be heard loud and jovial. “Hide my friends…”. Asahi would whisper, and in a flash the room was seemingly empty. The toys having cleaned themselves and the room quicker than one could imagine. All the was left, a single one legged soldier, offering a solitary salute to the team that had opted to know the truth, rather than fight a lie…..
TWC - 2770 / 3000
TMWC - 8651 / 9000
- Yuuma FujiwaraCitizen
- Stat Page : Link
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 116770
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Sun Dec 19, 2021 9:39 pm
Yuuma and his clone had taken up another defensive stance as the misfit toys began to converge on their position. Admittedly, these ones moved a bit more sluggishly than the elves of the previous room and though their visage was unsettling, Yuuma didn't feel the same manner of urgency that he had before. Something certainly felt different, but the shinobi from Kumo was quick to act this time around. Thus far, the boy had proven to be somewhat of a goof, but that was par for the course in this situation; besides, it wasn't like he didn't have a fluffy-haired goof back in Hoshigakure that was his student or anything. For a moment, Yuuma considered Isemori and this guy, Hiroki. The two of them would either get along swimmingly or be immediately annoyed with one another. It was really a coin toss.
As the clone took up a defensive stance, Yuuma's hand would flash into a few quick seals before a whip of water appeared in his hand. The sluggish motion of the new toys made it easier to track them meaning there wasn't so much striking going on as much as the clone sweeping the toys away with an arc of the rock staff while the original wrapped his whip around plush toys and hurled them to the far side of the room with a distant, distorted squeak of their defective inner voice. The blue gaze of Yuuma would land on his companions each, Hiroki doing fine for himself though Asahi was being assailed by a rather massive teddy with a jagged smile. A flicker of panic quaked through Yuuma's form as the giant stuffed bear began to move closer, but there were simply too many toys between him and the flamboyantly dressed man to offer proper assistance, even with the reach of his whip. A hand lifted to shout a warning, but a cry through the air cut him off short.
"Stop!"
The cry cut through the room, creating a silence that was comically punctuated by a rather animated "bonk" of the rock staff colliding with the top of the head belonging to a wooden duck, which responded with a small, wayward quack in response to the treatment. Yuuma paused mid-motion to observe the events unfolding by Asahi, the feeling of guilt welling inside of him as he witnessed the tender hand of the Tanbo ninja extended to these less than fortunate souls. Yuuma quietly chided himself for acting so hastily, his mind wondering when he had turned away from extending a peaceful hand and resorting to jutsu first to answer all of his problems. Slowly, Yuuma lowered both his hand and his gaze to the floor, feeling his clone look over at him but not returning the furtive glance as he dismissed the whip and bent down to scoop up a misshapen robot figure whose legs were too rounded to stand properly, forcing it to weeble and wobble all over the place before finding itself captive in Yuuma's gentle grasp.
"It seems we are want to deny ourselves the possibility that mistakes we make are a part of us as well," Yuuma offered to Asahi as he joined the scantily-clad figure, moving at set the little robot in the circle Asahi was quickly accumulating for himself. "Please accept my apology for my poor behavior." The thought ended with a deep bow from Yuuma, who was speaking mostly to the toys though his gaze would return to Asahi when he stood to indicate that the apology was meant to be extended to him as well. For the next hour and change, Yuuma would join in on the games Asahi brought forward for them to play; his inexperience in games in general quickly became obvious as Yuuma took his dear sweet time to get a grasp on the rules of any play before he fumbled with his engagement. Despite his lack of finesse, Yuuma would display a notable rise in spirit with a warm smile returning to his face up until the door at the end of the workshop burst open once more.
A familiar voice called from the doorway, drawing the eyes of the occupants back to Yoi, who was now standing in the doorway opposite the one they had entered, the backdrop of a snowy village visible just beyond the shoulder of the strange man. "Everything still in one piece? Good! Great, even! You three are the sort of helpers I need year-round, phew!" Yoi gave an exaggerated exhale followed by an overly animated sweeping of his forearm over his own forehead. "Well done, well done! I hope it wasn't too hard. But even if it was, it will alllllll be worth it! Come on, come on! The festival is about to begin!" Energy radiated from the overly active foxman as he swept his holiday robes and fluffy white tail around in a circle before disappearing back through the door, allowing a snowswept breeze to roll through the opening.
With a small sigh, Yuuma would reach down to pat the head of a particularly affectionate stuffed gorilla who had lost a portion of the banana stitching meant to be attached to its hand before he gathered himself and made to leave the Workshop alongside Asahi, should he join him. The clone had long since been dismissed, as well as the set of weaponry jutsu that had proven to be unnecessary.
Exiting the workshop was a strange sensation- had they always been so close to the outside? The windows in the previous room had displayed the same setup they now entered, which didn't seem quite spacially correct in Yuuma's mind, but nothing about this place exactly made sense. The curious commentary from Yuuma would quiet as he gazes upon the set up with a small measure of wonder; a massive tree had been decorated with all manner of glowing ornament and lights, the village strung with tinsel and the tables laden with sweets and delights that seemed ripe for the taking. Elves wandered here and there to keep things in order but everyone seemed to simply be enjoying themselves. Taking a few tentative steps forward, Yuuma would glance to his companions before snatching up a gingersnap cookie in the shape of a kunai and looking it over before taking a bite. His expression morphed to euphoria as he allowed the simple taste to wash over him, a hum of approval issuing from his lips. "Finally..." he murmured to himself quietly, feeling satisfied at the job well done. The assets had been protected, and everything was moving ahead without a single hitch-
"Thief!" Cried Yoi suddenly. Eyes that turned to him would see the foxman agasp, a manicured nail pointed to the top of the tree where a shadowy figure could be seen. Now caught, it made no motion to hide its intentions; within the span of only a few seconds, the star at the top of the tree had been snatched away and the figure made an impressive bound to a nearby rooftop in a means to make its escape. "Thief! Thief! Don't let that Grinch get away! They'll ruin everything!" The cries of Yoi almost seemed petulant, his fists curling into balls and his foot stomping the ground like a child whose toy was just seized. "After them! After them!"
WC - 1,223
TWC - 3,826
As the clone took up a defensive stance, Yuuma's hand would flash into a few quick seals before a whip of water appeared in his hand. The sluggish motion of the new toys made it easier to track them meaning there wasn't so much striking going on as much as the clone sweeping the toys away with an arc of the rock staff while the original wrapped his whip around plush toys and hurled them to the far side of the room with a distant, distorted squeak of their defective inner voice. The blue gaze of Yuuma would land on his companions each, Hiroki doing fine for himself though Asahi was being assailed by a rather massive teddy with a jagged smile. A flicker of panic quaked through Yuuma's form as the giant stuffed bear began to move closer, but there were simply too many toys between him and the flamboyantly dressed man to offer proper assistance, even with the reach of his whip. A hand lifted to shout a warning, but a cry through the air cut him off short.
"Stop!"
The cry cut through the room, creating a silence that was comically punctuated by a rather animated "bonk" of the rock staff colliding with the top of the head belonging to a wooden duck, which responded with a small, wayward quack in response to the treatment. Yuuma paused mid-motion to observe the events unfolding by Asahi, the feeling of guilt welling inside of him as he witnessed the tender hand of the Tanbo ninja extended to these less than fortunate souls. Yuuma quietly chided himself for acting so hastily, his mind wondering when he had turned away from extending a peaceful hand and resorting to jutsu first to answer all of his problems. Slowly, Yuuma lowered both his hand and his gaze to the floor, feeling his clone look over at him but not returning the furtive glance as he dismissed the whip and bent down to scoop up a misshapen robot figure whose legs were too rounded to stand properly, forcing it to weeble and wobble all over the place before finding itself captive in Yuuma's gentle grasp.
"It seems we are want to deny ourselves the possibility that mistakes we make are a part of us as well," Yuuma offered to Asahi as he joined the scantily-clad figure, moving at set the little robot in the circle Asahi was quickly accumulating for himself. "Please accept my apology for my poor behavior." The thought ended with a deep bow from Yuuma, who was speaking mostly to the toys though his gaze would return to Asahi when he stood to indicate that the apology was meant to be extended to him as well. For the next hour and change, Yuuma would join in on the games Asahi brought forward for them to play; his inexperience in games in general quickly became obvious as Yuuma took his dear sweet time to get a grasp on the rules of any play before he fumbled with his engagement. Despite his lack of finesse, Yuuma would display a notable rise in spirit with a warm smile returning to his face up until the door at the end of the workshop burst open once more.
A familiar voice called from the doorway, drawing the eyes of the occupants back to Yoi, who was now standing in the doorway opposite the one they had entered, the backdrop of a snowy village visible just beyond the shoulder of the strange man. "Everything still in one piece? Good! Great, even! You three are the sort of helpers I need year-round, phew!" Yoi gave an exaggerated exhale followed by an overly animated sweeping of his forearm over his own forehead. "Well done, well done! I hope it wasn't too hard. But even if it was, it will alllllll be worth it! Come on, come on! The festival is about to begin!" Energy radiated from the overly active foxman as he swept his holiday robes and fluffy white tail around in a circle before disappearing back through the door, allowing a snowswept breeze to roll through the opening.
With a small sigh, Yuuma would reach down to pat the head of a particularly affectionate stuffed gorilla who had lost a portion of the banana stitching meant to be attached to its hand before he gathered himself and made to leave the Workshop alongside Asahi, should he join him. The clone had long since been dismissed, as well as the set of weaponry jutsu that had proven to be unnecessary.
Exiting the workshop was a strange sensation- had they always been so close to the outside? The windows in the previous room had displayed the same setup they now entered, which didn't seem quite spacially correct in Yuuma's mind, but nothing about this place exactly made sense. The curious commentary from Yuuma would quiet as he gazes upon the set up with a small measure of wonder; a massive tree had been decorated with all manner of glowing ornament and lights, the village strung with tinsel and the tables laden with sweets and delights that seemed ripe for the taking. Elves wandered here and there to keep things in order but everyone seemed to simply be enjoying themselves. Taking a few tentative steps forward, Yuuma would glance to his companions before snatching up a gingersnap cookie in the shape of a kunai and looking it over before taking a bite. His expression morphed to euphoria as he allowed the simple taste to wash over him, a hum of approval issuing from his lips. "Finally..." he murmured to himself quietly, feeling satisfied at the job well done. The assets had been protected, and everything was moving ahead without a single hitch-
"Thief!" Cried Yoi suddenly. Eyes that turned to him would see the foxman agasp, a manicured nail pointed to the top of the tree where a shadowy figure could be seen. Now caught, it made no motion to hide its intentions; within the span of only a few seconds, the star at the top of the tree had been snatched away and the figure made an impressive bound to a nearby rooftop in a means to make its escape. "Thief! Thief! Don't let that Grinch get away! They'll ruin everything!" The cries of Yoi almost seemed petulant, his fists curling into balls and his foot stomping the ground like a child whose toy was just seized. "After them! After them!"
WC - 1,223
TWC - 3,826
- Hiroki ShimadaChunin
- Stat Page : Mementos of Noon - Hiroki Shimada
Mission Record : Hiroki's Mission Log
Living Clones : Mementos of Dawn - Hiro Shimada
Mementos of Dusk - Ki Shimada
Familiar : Shichiro
Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 150580
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Tue Dec 21, 2021 11:38 am
The pace of this fight was really starting to kick into high gear at this point now. Looking downwards in between where the cloth was being draped over his head, young Hiroki could see his two compatriots fending themselves off from a few toys, but not as many? Were they the ones that needed saving now? Was he gonna be the knight in glistening armor coming to their rescue? Sword at the ready, the youngin' leaped from the ceiling to the balcony area, and then back on down to the ground floor where Yuuma and Asahi were currently being held up. Running towards a toy that was going after the previous instead of the latter, that's when the Tanbo shinobi spoke out against the acts in which were being committed, calling for a full stop. The steel blade was a mere inch away from slashing through a plastic doll who's hair was all burnt and shriveled up.
With baby blue eyes that could pierce through someone as easily as his katana, they were being directed to the nin that spoke, replying with a non verbal, really dude? All the fun was ruined! The Kumogakuren was just getting started with actually having a good time with these missions that were being placed upon there laps, but now...well now it had turned rather drab as he listened to the whole speech about how the toys are just misunderstood creatures instead of the vile things which they had appeared to be. A grumble was let out from the boy, whilst his sword was reluctantly sheathed once more. While the others went through the courteous gestures of apologizing to the beings which they were fighting, the Shimadan survivor didn't really feel the need to go through such intricacies; instead just crossing his arms over his chest.
Not too long after this had all died down, the fox man, Yoi, had come back out from where he once was, jolly as ever. It was delightful to know that there work was being appreciated, albeit the same man didn't know what had really went on beyond the closed doors. However, the sound of actually getting to join the real fun at the festival was music to his ears. Enough so to make them stand up right, a smile now twisting it's way onto the genin's feminine face. "Finally! That's the best thing you've said all day Mr. Fox Dude." After mentioning this, Hiroki would then join the duo in following Yoi outside, where the trio would be met with the lavish sight of the festival being almost fully set up.
The scene which laid before the trio's eyes was all rather extraordinary! A massive pine tree which stood at least 20 meters tall took it's residency in the center of the square. Gifts in all different shapes, sizes, and colored wrappings were all laid underneath. Whether they were real or just for decorum was still unknown, but that wasn't really all to important. Garland and strings of tinsel were gracefully wrapped around the tree in opposing spiral motions, so that way they would criss cross at each of the points of the massive tree which were facing the cardinal directions. Lights were used going directly up it vertically, once reaching their maximum height it would spring off, each one would extend outward to a different building to create a beautiful effect involving overhead lighting. Only one piece had yet to be added to the scene, the star. It was still placed delicately on top of a table which the other decorations were presumably on as well. The snowstorm from earlier had also begun to die down, now just a very slow, blissful flurry.
"I dont really know about y'all, but I'm gonna fully take in-" Before the sentence could be finished, a scream would be heard coming from their employer. Gaze being turned in that direction, he could see the man pointing towards someone running away with the star! Oh no! The festival would be ruined! How...tragic...*insert eye roll here* This prank would be further noted for Hiroki to use at a later date, for it was a good one, but, a job was a job. And if the sly fox had wanted the group to stop this person from getting away, then so be it. That's what they, well, at least Hiroki, would do.
Now it was time for the Kumo genin to show off his quick thinking and tactical skills and assets, quickly speaking to both Asahi and Yuuma "Cut them off at the pass, and somehow direct them to go left!" In a flash, Roki had then took off. Using a back alley to quickly get to the intended destination where he wanted the group to lead the thief. When there, he would further proceed to set up a trap to be sprung; utilizing a 4 meter roll of wire to act as a trip wire. Once successful, the person who stole the star would then trip it off, activating more wire which would act as a snare of sorts. Nothing to kill or injure even. The goal here wasn't to do any of that, nor had they been physically attacked, so that wouldn't be necessary to do back. Hiroki was a firm believer in showing the same energy which had been received, and since there was no direct intent of physical harm, there wouldn't be any displayed.
WC: 909
TWC: 4174
With baby blue eyes that could pierce through someone as easily as his katana, they were being directed to the nin that spoke, replying with a non verbal, really dude? All the fun was ruined! The Kumogakuren was just getting started with actually having a good time with these missions that were being placed upon there laps, but now...well now it had turned rather drab as he listened to the whole speech about how the toys are just misunderstood creatures instead of the vile things which they had appeared to be. A grumble was let out from the boy, whilst his sword was reluctantly sheathed once more. While the others went through the courteous gestures of apologizing to the beings which they were fighting, the Shimadan survivor didn't really feel the need to go through such intricacies; instead just crossing his arms over his chest.
Not too long after this had all died down, the fox man, Yoi, had come back out from where he once was, jolly as ever. It was delightful to know that there work was being appreciated, albeit the same man didn't know what had really went on beyond the closed doors. However, the sound of actually getting to join the real fun at the festival was music to his ears. Enough so to make them stand up right, a smile now twisting it's way onto the genin's feminine face. "Finally! That's the best thing you've said all day Mr. Fox Dude." After mentioning this, Hiroki would then join the duo in following Yoi outside, where the trio would be met with the lavish sight of the festival being almost fully set up.
The scene which laid before the trio's eyes was all rather extraordinary! A massive pine tree which stood at least 20 meters tall took it's residency in the center of the square. Gifts in all different shapes, sizes, and colored wrappings were all laid underneath. Whether they were real or just for decorum was still unknown, but that wasn't really all to important. Garland and strings of tinsel were gracefully wrapped around the tree in opposing spiral motions, so that way they would criss cross at each of the points of the massive tree which were facing the cardinal directions. Lights were used going directly up it vertically, once reaching their maximum height it would spring off, each one would extend outward to a different building to create a beautiful effect involving overhead lighting. Only one piece had yet to be added to the scene, the star. It was still placed delicately on top of a table which the other decorations were presumably on as well. The snowstorm from earlier had also begun to die down, now just a very slow, blissful flurry.
"I dont really know about y'all, but I'm gonna fully take in-" Before the sentence could be finished, a scream would be heard coming from their employer. Gaze being turned in that direction, he could see the man pointing towards someone running away with the star! Oh no! The festival would be ruined! How...tragic...*insert eye roll here* This prank would be further noted for Hiroki to use at a later date, for it was a good one, but, a job was a job. And if the sly fox had wanted the group to stop this person from getting away, then so be it. That's what they, well, at least Hiroki, would do.
Now it was time for the Kumo genin to show off his quick thinking and tactical skills and assets, quickly speaking to both Asahi and Yuuma "Cut them off at the pass, and somehow direct them to go left!" In a flash, Roki had then took off. Using a back alley to quickly get to the intended destination where he wanted the group to lead the thief. When there, he would further proceed to set up a trap to be sprung; utilizing a 4 meter roll of wire to act as a trip wire. Once successful, the person who stole the star would then trip it off, activating more wire which would act as a snare of sorts. Nothing to kill or injure even. The goal here wasn't to do any of that, nor had they been physically attacked, so that wouldn't be necessary to do back. Hiroki was a firm believer in showing the same energy which had been received, and since there was no direct intent of physical harm, there wouldn't be any displayed.
WC: 909
TWC: 4174
- TakeshiyamaVagabond (B-Rank)Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Takeshiyama
Mission Record : Mission Log
Clan Focus : Taijutsu
Village : Vagabonds
Ryo : 0
Re: Yoi Bells ring, are you listening
Tue Dec 21, 2021 10:44 pm
Following Yoi and the band of nin, Asahi would continue to try and feel out the fox man. Not physically, but with that of a preternatural sense. He could feel himself reaching out, thinking, feeling, searching....he wondered if he had had any spiritual tags to ward off ghosts if the man thing would respond. Though, this was of course all conjecture as he did not have any such tools or materials. the effort and tools to even make such a tool was also no where close at hand. It was during all of these musings that his concentration was cut off. He hadn't even heard anything about the star, it was the shouting that brought him back, his mind trying to catch up to the feet of all those around him. It was the words of Hiroki that snapped him fully to attention. The Kumogakure ninja was quick in action and fast in foot, something that Asahi would have to remember. In truth both nin he was paired with were equally impressive. He assumed this must be what it was like to grow up with true shinobi training, something that he lacked and was made more aware of each day.
Still, he wasn't totally useless. He would take off, trusting in his partners to perform their tasks. The labyrinth of seemingly gingerbread houses stretched out before him. Rushing in the little in-betweens his hands moved channeling his spiritual energies, and bubbling them to the surface. At the same time he breathed in deeply, his feet moving faster. The first efffect was from his breathing and concentration as he moved faster than normal, the second was that he would suddenly become much more aware of all around him. Opening his minds eye, he could follow the so called Grinch, seeing his movements. His job was to make him go left, and that was his intention, hoping that the other two could handle the rest, especially if combat was required. Another set of seals to bring his energies to a boil. Just as the Grinch was about to go off in an unintended direction, a flame would burst in the alleyway before reveling a bright blue eye. Two more times Asahi would create these extra eyes always causing the thief to turn and move in the direction towards Hiroki and Yuuma.
Asahi could feel his mind stretching to its limit. Not only the two eyes in his head, but his minds eye, as well as 3 additional eyes meant he could feel his senses reaching their limits of what they could take in. "CAREFUL HE"S GOT A.....SWORD.......I THINK!" Asahi would shout the warning as he closed in, on where the four would converge. He'd seen a candy cane sword on the Grinches left hip with his additional eyes. Watching, but standing far enough back he would have a front row seat to what was hopefully the conclusion of their mission......assuming Yoi didn't have anything else for them to do. He trusted the more combat adept shinobi of hoshi and kumo would be able to apprehend the creature. In truth the night had exhausted him, so unlike the toys, what happened to them was not going to be his problem.
TWC - 3307 / 3000
TMWC - 11307 / 9000
(EXIT assuming my compatriots conclude the mission)
Claims
Memorizing chakra signatures of Yuuma and Hiroki
+1 holiday lottery ticket assuming the thread is closed by my partners by the 25th of course
Mission Rewards = 21,500 ryo / 110ap / omnistone / tinkerers tool kit / Material demagnetizer
66ap for max stats training
Applying the 15% training discount due to being max stats
Feint - 375wc
En Chakra Detection - A rank 1875 wc
Cat Eyes - 187wc
863 towards Water element
Still, he wasn't totally useless. He would take off, trusting in his partners to perform their tasks. The labyrinth of seemingly gingerbread houses stretched out before him. Rushing in the little in-betweens his hands moved channeling his spiritual energies, and bubbling them to the surface. At the same time he breathed in deeply, his feet moving faster. The first efffect was from his breathing and concentration as he moved faster than normal, the second was that he would suddenly become much more aware of all around him. Opening his minds eye, he could follow the so called Grinch, seeing his movements. His job was to make him go left, and that was his intention, hoping that the other two could handle the rest, especially if combat was required. Another set of seals to bring his energies to a boil. Just as the Grinch was about to go off in an unintended direction, a flame would burst in the alleyway before reveling a bright blue eye. Two more times Asahi would create these extra eyes always causing the thief to turn and move in the direction towards Hiroki and Yuuma.
Asahi could feel his mind stretching to its limit. Not only the two eyes in his head, but his minds eye, as well as 3 additional eyes meant he could feel his senses reaching their limits of what they could take in. "CAREFUL HE"S GOT A.....SWORD.......I THINK!" Asahi would shout the warning as he closed in, on where the four would converge. He'd seen a candy cane sword on the Grinches left hip with his additional eyes. Watching, but standing far enough back he would have a front row seat to what was hopefully the conclusion of their mission......assuming Yoi didn't have anything else for them to do. He trusted the more combat adept shinobi of hoshi and kumo would be able to apprehend the creature. In truth the night had exhausted him, so unlike the toys, what happened to them was not going to be his problem.
TWC - 3307 / 3000
TMWC - 11307 / 9000
(EXIT assuming my compatriots conclude the mission)
Claims
Memorizing chakra signatures of Yuuma and Hiroki
+1 holiday lottery ticket assuming the thread is closed by my partners by the 25th of course
Mission Rewards = 21,500 ryo / 110ap / omnistone / tinkerers tool kit / Material demagnetizer
66ap for max stats training
Applying the 15% training discount due to being max stats
Feint - 375wc
En Chakra Detection - A rank 1875 wc
Cat Eyes - 187wc
863 towards Water element
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