First IOOC Event Sign Ups

https://narutouzumaki-rpg.forumotion.com/t477-silvius-hy363ga-approved

Mona wrote:

Name: Mona otanshi
Village: ame
Link to approved character sheet: https://narutouzumaki-rpg.forumotion.com/t579-mona-otanshi

Gender: she a gurl
Rank: kage
Clan/Bloodline: coro de glutinoso


Specialties and Level:

• Ninjutsu mastery (kinjustu)
  
• Genjutsu mastery (factor)
  
• Medical specialty
  
• Sensory specialty
  
  
  

Starting Ninja Points:

27

Starting Elements:

waterrrr

Advance Elements: nu uh

Starting Skill(s):
25 percent off ninjustu (8 skill points)
Yamanaka clan (10 skill points)
leaving me with 0




Jutsus:
E-

Spoiler:

D-

Spoiler:

C-

Spoiler:

B-

Spoiler:

A-

Spoiler:

S-

kinjustu-

Spoiler:

 

Factor-


Weapons: no QQ

Starting Incentives: original member token (lr) 15000 ryo (lr)
roll stuff: 10 percent off item/weapon 15000 ryo

Name: Cyrus Kaguya
Village: Kirigakure
Link to approved character sheet:https://narutouzumaki-rpg.forumotion.com/t253-cyrus

Gender: Male
Rank: Genin
Clan/Bloodline: Kaguya


Specialties and Level:

Taijutsu-Specialty
Ninjutsu-Sub-Spec
Genjutsu
Medical
Sensory
Weaponry (including Kenjutsu)
Fuuinjutsu
Puppetry

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Starting Ninja Points:


Genin - 600 NP
+ 150 for opening month
=750 NP



Starting Elements: Suiton


Advance Elements: N/A

Starting Skill(s):

4-Creating a Genin
2-Registering During Opening
1-Genin During first month

7-total
   4 used for: +50 extra chakra resources
   2 used for: +2 free B-rank jutsu
   1 skill point left




Jutsus:

E Rank-

       
Bunshin no Jutsu (20 Np)
       Kawarimi no Jutsu (20 NP)
       Henge no Jutsu (20 NP)



D Rank-
Body Flicker (45 NP)
Hidden in Mist Technique (45 NP)
       Leaf Whirlwind (45 NP)


       

C Rank-
Water Release: Gunshot (75 NP)
         Water Prison Technique (75 NP)
         Arhat Fist (75 NP)
         Leaf Great Whirlwind (75 NP)
         Lion Combo (75 NP)
        Dance of the Camellia (75 NP)
        Dance of the Willow (75 NP)



B Rank-
Peregrine Falcon Drop
        Water Encampment Wall
             -Red indicates my two free B rank Jutsus


Weapons: N/A

Lottery Winnings:
10% Discount Coupon (towards equipment/items)
15,000 Ryu

Starting Incentives: N/A

Big Bad Wolf wrote:

Name: Kaizu Kuou Village: Sunagakure no Sato Link to approved character sheet: Click! Gender: Male Rank: Genin Clan/Bloodline: N/A Specialties and Level: Ninjutsu - Sub-Specialty Fuuinjutsu -Specialty Weaponry -Specialty Starting Ninja Points: 600 NP [+150 NP for Opening Month] =  750 NP + 750 NP (advertising listed in the post above; there are 35 ads [35*20+50])  = 1500 NP. Using 1200 NP to purchase my first and second element [Suiton and Doton] So basically adding 300 NP to my profile Starting Elements: None Suiton and Doton obtained through purchase Advance Elements: - Starting Skill(s): 1 skill point (10 of them spent on a specialty in the char app) Jutsus: E-rank - D-rank - C-rank - B-rank - A-rank - S-rank - S-rank Factor - Weapons: - Starting Incentives: Garian Sword

Kamikaze Izanagi

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Aki Uchiha wrote:

Name: Aki Uchiha
Village: Sound
Link to approved character sheet: https://narutouzumaki-rpg.forumotion.com/t592-aki-uchiha-done

Gender: Male
Rank:Sp. Jounin
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha

Specialties and Level:

• Mastered Ninjutsu
  
• Weaponry (including Kenjutsu)
  
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Starting Ninja Points:

• Tob. Jounin - 3000 - 6 C ranks at 450, 5 B ranks at 750, and 2 A rank 500= 975 np+ 1 S Rank at 500 + 750 for Sharingon 3 toma Totaling 2950 leaving 50 Np remaining
  

Starting Elements: Douton

• Tob. Jounin - Start with
  1 Element
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Advance Elements:

Starting Skill(s): +2000 NP(8 points)  20+ charka resourses (2 points) 0 Sp left.

Jutsus:

1st toma sharingon= 150 np
2nd toma sharingon= 250 np
3rd toma sharingon= 350 np

(Doton: Ganban Kyu) - Earth Style: Bedrock Coffin
Rank: C
Description: This jutsu allows the user to control
multiple sections of rock and move them around
their opponent. The user then forms two gigantic
sections that crush the opponent.

(Doton: Ganchuusou) - Earth Style: Stone Spikes
Rank: C
Description: The user creates spikes of earth that
come up from the ground to stab the enemy.This
jutsu can be made in a short or mid distace but
the jutsu its self is made of a 4 feet tall spikes.

(Doton: Doryu Taiga) - Earth Style: Great Mud
River
Rank: C
Description: This jutsu can transform the ground
upon which the enemy stands into a river of mud
to throw them off balance.

Name: Retsudo Tenshou - Revolving Split Earth Palm
Rank:C
Type: Ninjutsu
Element:Doton
Description: Doton • Retsudo Tenshou is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Earth Element. This technique allows the ninjato control nearby stone and rock.
When the ninja forms the needed handseals and slams their palm to the ground, surrounding rock will begin to churn and twist up crushing all those
trapped within it.

Name: Moguragakure no Jutsu - Mole Hiding Technique
Rank:C
Type: Ninjutsu
Element:Doton
Description: Doton • Moguragakure no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Earth Element. This technique allows the ninja to burrow into the ground
and hide out of sight. This allows them to avoid attack or travel underground.

Name: Doro Gaeshi - Mud Overturn
Rank:C
Type: Ninjutsu
Element:Doton
Description: Doton • Doro Gaeshi is a defensive Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Earth Element. After striking the ground with their hands, a large wall of
earth will rise into place as defense. The defense is not perfect though, ahard or drilling impact can puncture the wall.

(Doton Kekkai: Doro Domu) - Earth Style Barrier:
Earth Dome Prison
Rank: B
Description: After striking the ground with their
hands, the user overturns the earth, causing it to
rise up around his opponent(s). Then, by placing
his/her hands against the dome, the user is able
to drain out the chakra from the people trapped
inside and absorb it into their own body. At the
same time, the user will use their own chakra to
spread throughout the dome. This allows the user
to repair any damage their opponent(s) manage
to inflict on the inside.

(Doton: Otoshibuta) – Earth Release: Dropping
Lid
Rank: B
Description: The user creates a giant earthen lid,
big enough to trap over twenty people within it,
and throws it in the air so it lands on the target,
trapping and stunning him. It can also be used
from an elevation to drop down on the target.

(Doton: Musaborudzuchi) – Earth Release:
Devouring Earth
Rank: B
Description: The user performs five handseals
and slams their palm on the ground. Instantly, the
ground to the sides of the opponent take the
shape of huge jaws and attempt to crush and
stab him between them.

Doton: Tsuchi Kairo) - Earth Style: Earth Corridor
Rank: B
Description: This jutsu will cause the earth in the
surrounding area to rise up and over a target and
create a cavern or dome, imprisoning the target

(Doton: Doryu Joheki) - Earth Style: Earth Flow
Rampart
Rank: B
Description: This technique raises a large ridge or
hill (plateau) from the ground. The user can
combine this jutsu with Water Style: Waterfall
Basin Technique to create a waterfall.


(Doton: Iwa Kyojin) – Earth Release: Stone Golem
Rank: A
Description: The user expels a large creature
composed of stone from his mouth. The rock
golem has a fair amount of stamina and brute
strength, being able to bite and tear off flesh with
its mouth and hands respectively. If used from
above the target then the user can use the earth
golem to drop down onto the opponent like a
bomb and crush them.

(Doton: Yomi Numa) - Earth Style: Swamp of the
Underworld
Rank: A
Description: This technique creates a swamp
beneath the target (relative to them) that
immobilizes them. If the swamp is made deep
enough it will kill the target. The size of the
swamp is proportioned to the amount of chakra
of the user.

(Koka no Jutsu) - Hardening Technique
Rank: S
Description: By utilizing earth-based chakra, the
user creates armour made of rock that encases
their body. The armour can also be used to create
extendable weapons to strike a target with.


Weapons:
Starting Incentives: (Any starting incentives,
such as Mysterious peacock chakra etc
etc)

Character Template
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Name: Mao, Makoto
Age: 23
Village: Konohagakure
Rank: Special-Jounin

Mao is shorter then one might expect for her age, a particular stunted growth that has haunted her self-esteem for longer then she readily admits. Looking almost akin to a young teenager in height she is commonly mistaken for a young adult. The rest of her body has grown normally however and thus any close look will indicate that Mao is indeed the age she so loudly proclaims, twenty-three. Her face is the best proclamation to this with well balanced facial features. Large dark grey eyes appear almost doe-like, an odd expression that only makes her fierce shifts into angry glaring all the more abrupt. Long lashes and high cheekbones provide somewhat of an aristocratic glamour to her face, but it is ruined by the curve of her cheeks and her propensity for pouting. With such an expressive face it is very easy to read Mao's emotions, but she is also honest enough not to try and hide anything most of the time. Her long black hair is too wavy to leave unbound and so she meticulously curls it up behind her head into a tight bun. Even with such care many wisps and strands escape to frame her face, their feathery appearance amply thick enough to hide her eyes behind in times of duress.

A narrow body means that Mao is constantly overlooked physically. Neither slender enough to be considered "fast" nor bulky enough for someone to want to spar with her she instead sits squarely in the middle. No matter how much she strives to eat high caloric foods it seems weight clings to her frame only in a few places and it leaves the Shinobi too swiftly to give her any true volume. In particular she is lacking in womanly curves, something that aggravates her Mother to no end as the woman despairs of Mao ever finding a husband.

Dressed simply, a testament to her utilitarian nature, Mao carries herself with as much dignity as she can at her height. Black hakama obscure her legs, the flowing material strategically chosen to give the illusion of long limbs. A modified kimono cloaks her upper body, shorter and less restrictive then true formal wear it instead is a loose crimson approximation of what the rich merchant girls appear in on the streets. That is as much of a fashion sense as Mao will indulge in. Falling only to her upper thighs the red material is cinched around her waste with a simple obi of gold and cream. Long sleeves were too appealing to ignore despite issues of getting the fabric mixed up with her fingers so Mao pins her sleeves to around elbow height giving her the opportunity to release the extra fabric when needed. Light armor is used to cover the rest of her arm, along with the familiar clink of chain mail beneath her kimono top. To finish it off she wears a scratched up pair of wooden geta.

Beneath her attire lurk an array of bandages, thickly interwoven around arms, legs, and even fingers. Initially put there to stabilize her weak joints, Mao's clumsy nature added a secondary effect to the bandages that help cover the scratches and cuts she gives herself in training.

Personality: Mao is a typical girl, excluding her choice of profession. Generally happy-go-lucky, she tends to be an optimist and a hard worker. Her ideal world is one in which everyone who does their best will be amply rewarded. That, unfortunately, is not the reality that she lives in and thus Mao carries around the weight of dreamed innocence. Enjoying life is important, because you never know how short yours will be. As much as she can act the part of a trained weapon when pushed into issues of protocol Mao prefers the easy camaraderie of her peers. Due to her unique skill set she has a history of rarely working on her own and prefers team missions to anything solo. Almost to facilitate that desire Mao happens to be a friendly and personable girl. She enjoys being able to help her friends out, even if it is only as simple as bringing food over when a teammate forgets to take a break from training.

Being happy is something Mao prides herself on, and most of the time it is effortless. But as a seasoned Shinobi she has seen and done things that do not fit in with her world of friends and sunshine. Because of that she relies on her mask of enjoyment to protect her from the harsh reality of her life. She fights for money, for familial honor, and for the protection of her village. All of those things are in some fashion or another selfish, and the blood on her hands does not sit easily with Mao.

Despite that she takes an eager pride in her skill, striving to be the best at what she does. Shinobi arts fascinate Mao, and she spends a lot of her time just studying and watching other ninja to see what is possible. In battle this tends to result in a competitive spirit. Mao hates to be shown up in her areas of expertise, and often when such a thing occurs it results in a life long hatred of whoever made such a fool out of her. Luckily she is pretty good at what she does, even if Mao's hyper-focused nature means she rarely steps out of her comfort zone to try anything not related to her clan abilities or weaponry.

Unfortunately anyone who has lived as long as she has have had their share of emotional turmoil and distress. Mao is driven by a need to live, and experience life. Mortality and the knowledge of her own imminent death simply push her to make more friends and enjoy the short time she has. Unlike many people who find themselves afraid of death, Mao actively embraces the fact that she will die young. In fact, she rather expects it. And because of this she is able to enter into the more dangerous elements of her job description without cowardice. A healthy dose of perspective keeps her from being too ready for the end though, and Mao learned early on in her life not to seek the glory of sacrifice outright.
Story: Mao was born in Konohagakure under the name Makoto. Her family, a small branch of the Mao clan, had taken up residence in the village many years ago and remained an active if not tiny part of the Shinobi infrastructure. The second child of a newly wed couple she was somewhat unexpected in her arrival, if only because her Mother Kanon had been told by a fortune teller that the child was to be another boy. The momentary disappointment soon dissipated though as the bubbly young child endeared herself into the hearts of her parents. They were still new at the whole thing, and any child that didn't scream the whole night was a good omen.

Growing up Mao chased after her brother's footsteps. He was only two years older then she was, and yet he seemed to pass each developmental milestone light years ahead of her own steady pace. She learned to talk because of an unyielding desire to communicate with Jiro, and it was oddly her brother that Mao toddled after in her first steps. When he enrolled in the Shinobi Academy she was crushed, unable to understand why her big brother wasn't home with her anymore. Or why she couldn't just go to school with him. Her Mother and Father tried to occupy her time during those lonely days, but her Father was a very busy man who dealt with leading the financial aspects of the Mao clan and in the end it was mostly Kanon who took care of the little Makoto. In an attempt to turn her daughter into a proper woman Kanon enlisted her help in cleaning and cooking and mending clothes, something the rambunctious child balked at even more strongly then her reaction to her brother going away to school.

Under duress she was forced to learn house craft, but it only reinforced Mao's desire to copy her brother and become a ninja. She spent most of her time devising ways to sneak out of the house and escape to the nearby training grounds. It was there that she picked up the name Mao. Fearful that if she told the Shinobi who she really was that they would just bring her home, she only gave her surname no matter how many people probed her for more. It became something of a running joke, because most everyone seemed to know who she was anyway, escorting her home if she stayed too late and night fell or sneaking scrolls into her rooms whenever she managed to convince a Genin or two that it would be good training.

Nonetheless, when the time came for Mao to enroll in the Academy the name had already stuck. Names weren't a big issue though, the real problem was convincing her Mother that she was going to be a Shinobi. By that time Jiro was already in an advanced class and nearing his preparation for graduation, and Mao couldn't imagine another day spent sewing or buying groceries. There were other female Shinobi in her family, and she didn't understand her Mother's aversion to the job. Her Father seemed happy enough whenever Mao brought it up, even going so far as to give her lectures on the history of their family and the duties of a ninja. It was only after pestering Jiro into telling her how he had convinced their Mom that Mao got an answer to her conundrum.

Mao's mom was from a different family originally. A Shinobi family of some renown. Kanon had been the only one not to become ninja out of all her brothers and sisters, and through many dangerous missions and wars she was the only one who survived to marry and have kids. Jiro had to whisper the story to Mao in the middle of the night, but it was enough to frighten her and make the young girl think twice about her choices. It was a good deterrent in the dark of night, but under the sun the next day Mao knew that she couldn't give up. The stories her Father had told her were enough to excite her blood, and she knew that she would follow in Jiro's footsteps.
After flat out telling her Mother that she was becoming a Shinobi one way or the other Mao softened and made a promise to her Mom that she wouldn't die on her. It was a solemn promise, but it wasn't until much later that Mao realized how hard it would be to keep. In the end she enrolled in the Academy and happily began a life of learning and training. Her Mother's only stipulation was that Mao keep up her housework on top of her education, and the dual requirements meant that she was far too exhausted at the end of the day to get into much mischief.

Academy passed slowly. Mao was a precocious kid and she made a lot of friends, but she wasn't particularly talented in Ninjutsu, or Genjutsu or even Taijutsu. The basics of school. Frightened that she was doomed to be a sub-par ninja her whole like she cornered Jiro and forced him to tell her his secret. Sadly the secret wasn't some pearl of wisdom, because for Jiro everything was easy. After trying to explain how he just did things naturally her brother seemed to realize the difference between the two of them and sat down to make a plan with Mao. The one thing she was any good at was sensory jutsu, but that was by nature of her clan and it wasn't a subject ever covered in school. After coming home again and again covered in bruises and with bloody noses from sparring at the Academy Jiro decided that the one thing Mao might be good at due to her endurance was weaponry. At first she was skeptical, how could a weapon compare to kids who could shoot flames from their mouth or punch so hard her eyes burst?

It took a lot of convincing, and just one demonstration, before Mao was set on the path of mastering the subject of weaponry. Her favorite was senbon, because most other kids didn't have the focus or the precision to make proper use of the weapons. A poorly aimed senbon would merely poke someone, you had to hit specific parts of the body to really do something. She liked the finesse of that idea, and they became her calling card. With the ability to finally defend herself Mao threw her attention into school for the next few years, gaining enough basic grounding in the other subjects to pass as a Genin.

Assigned a Genin team she found that work as a Shinobi was actually really boring. All that training had seemed to imply you'd be out there fighting and roughing it up, but instead the three Genin tromped around picking up trash and locating lost objects. It wasn't until their first C mission that Mao had a taste for the drama of battle, and almost right away she realized that it was very different from a spar against someone you'd gone to school with for years.

Learning her trade and going on missions put Mao into more and more dangerous situations, but she wanted to show her brother that she was just as capable as he was so she pushed back against every barrier that arose in front of her. Her team was tenacious, and they specialized in intelligence gathering and reconnaissance, enough so that they soon garnered the attention of higher ups with their impressive mission record. It wasn't a true test of ability though, that was something all three learned when they accepted the chance to enroll in the Chuunin Exams.

Mao hadn't realized how sheltered her life had been until that time. Getting in and out in secret, stealing scrolls and books and objects, that was all very different from fighting other teams and surviving on your own. The Chuunin Exams opened her eyes, and forcefully. Mao was so dedicated to her team and their success that she very nearly made the mistake of a lifetime. When it came down to her team getting away with the object they were supposed to capture she decided to make a stand and keep the enemy of their backs long enough for her teammates to escape. It was a stupid decision, but Mao was full of blood and vigor, she thought herself invincible in those moments. That belief was swiftly dashed as the enemy team made a mockery of her attempt to fend them off. They played with her, so certain of their victory, and it was only the arrival of another team from Konohagakure that allowed Mao to escape with her life.

Passing into the final round of the exam simply by pure luck Mao's pride was busted and her confidence in tatters. She couldn't back down then though, not when her whole team had made it so far and their Sensei was watching. So Mao learned to pick up the pieces, and she learned how to move on even when you weren't sure you could win again. The final fights were a whole lot simpler. One on one, public arena. Mao was able to use her wits to outfight a stronger Taijutsu opponent, though only just barely. Going into her second fight she lost badly, but not before scoring her own hits. It was enough to showcase her abilities, and to her surprise even in defeat Mao was awarded the Chuunin vest.

Her life as a Chuuin narrowed down to a single point. Mission after mission, and whenever she was too injured to work, she would take a shift at the Academy to keep her spirits up. Mao wasn't the best fighter, but she was terribly efficient at what she did do. And that was her ability to sense other opponents and determine qualities about them. She was an asset to any team, and often a leader on missions that involved getting in and out of a certain location unnoticed. It was that particular talent that caused the first few rumors about her being good enough to advance. But it was a long and tedious journey. Mao was twenty when she was finally recognized as a Special Jounin for her work with sensory jutsu. By then she had learned just how difficult her promise was to keep, but she had also experienced excitement and a taste of the world outside her village. That was enough to spur her on into the dangers of the unknown.

Lately she has been trying to find a new niche for herself in the hierarchy of ninja all around her. All the people she worked with before and most of her friends seemed to have disappeared by now, attrition, crippling wounds, death, and just plain disappearance had cut them down to a minute core all while Mao grew more and more reliant on those few friends she did have. Realizing that her own candle wasn't going to go on forever Mao is ever more determined to make connections to the people around her and have one last enjoyable day before the end.

Other Information
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Family/Siblings: Mao, Shigure (Father); Mao, Kanon (Mother; Mao, Jiro (Elder Brother). Extensive list of cousins.
Morals: Doing what is necessary doesn't mean being cruel.
Values: Mao's major values are her family and her friends. Her relationship with the people around her. Because she fights and puts her life on the line for her village she needs to be able to feel that she is connected to the people she might just die for. This need means that Mao happens to bond with everyone she comes into contact with, not just fellow ninja but shop keepers, children, and the people of her village.
Boundaries: Mao will sacrifice anything of her own to complete a mission, but if you ask her to sacrifice her bonds she cannot do that. Anything that would harm her family, her friends, or those people she holds dear is simply a line she cannot cross. Even if the death of one teammate might mean the completion of a mission to save millions Mao is unable to make that decision and will cling to the hope that everyone will survive no matter what.
Motto: One step at a time.
Likes: Anko, cats and small animals, bustling places full of laughter and people, libraries, funny people, senbon.
Dislikes: Sour foods, large dogs, abandoned buildings or places with bad feelings, people who are too dour, rain.

Specialty/Skills
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Specialty: Sensory - Mastered; Weaponry - Specialty

Skills: 8 + 2 [Starting amount + no Starting Element]

Bloodline and Jutsu information:
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Bloodline: Mao Clan - Will be creating this as a custom attempt.
Starting Element: N/A

Roleplay Sample: (I was told it could be from another site, so voila:)

Kohaku woke to rivers of blood. It was predawn and the liquid red coated her skin, her hair, her eyes. It was a sticky putrid film over her body and it horrified her to no end. She swayed, rolling off the bed and onto her knees on the hard floor. Where? What? Who? The screams of millions rang in her head, but the silence was far more deafening. It was never this quiet. Never. Her power had started small as a child, the ability to sense the people around her. First just the room, then the building, soon the town and prefecture and entire country. She could feel the energy out there, vast and flowing and alive. But here, beside her, it was nothing. Death and the last hissing breath of a million people.

Her mouth moved, rapid prayers exulted and thrown to her God above, but there was no response. The tang in her mouth was mercurial and bitter as sweat coursed down her body. She could not bear this silence, this stretch of inactivity. Always, always there was laughter. There was crying. There was heart beat and mind think and lifelifelifelifelife. But not today. Not this morning. All she could feel was the heat from flames, the slow pop as the tiny stars in her mind's vision were snuffed out of existence. Each little flame a beating heart that slowed and stopped. What was doing this?

She dared not reach out her senses, an unholy dread filling her core with ice. To know would satisfy deathly curiosity. But to remain unaware... What if the truth was too much to bear? Not now... not now, not enough time anyway. Masaru was gone, off somewhere else today. She had to protect this place, herself, the world. These people were her domain, she owed them her servitude. That was the place that God had given her. To save and protect, to help, to bring to Heaven.

She scrabbled in the dark, smoke filtering in her window despite the closed pane. Already everything was aflame, but this building stood. Saturated in the reiatsu of both herself and Masaru it was protected for now. But that would not last long, and what protection it had was also its downfall. Anything could sense that spiritual beings lived here. Whatever was out there, hunting... She grabbed her chalk and the gold dust, piling chicken bones, a bottle of water, a faceted geode and a sprig of sage into her satchel. On legs weak as runny soup she slid down the stairs to the ground floor. Not enough time to do what needed to be done, but just enough for a stop gap measure. Laying out the first salt line around the building she began to race along with her chalk, drawing esoteric symbols as large as she could to envelop the entire apartment. Silver energy flowed from her arm down into the ground, but she paid no mind to the fresh sight.

In each cardinal direction she set an offering. Stone to the North, smoking sage to the East, bone to the South, a bowl of free standing water to the West. Once all sacred objects were in place she raced into the cast circle and began to chant. The ground shook, shimmered, even groaned like Mother Earth or Gaia was offering up her own prayer, and then a barrier lifted around the building. Pale and invisible in the predawn light it was her best defense. It would rebound any energy sent in its direction and remain in place until she ran out of energy.

Trundling back up the steps towards her room Kohaku's vision went double as it sometimes did. She could see down the street, through the twisting alleys, far off and yet close at hand. All the death, all the silent bodies, but small pockets of resistance. There were Hollow here, an army of them. And while she had always referred to them as demons her new knowledge, a gift from Masaru, gave her a deeper insight. Demonic they might be, evil even, but these creatures were not the same as those in her books. These could be defeated.

She collapsed in her room, arms and legs akimbo as her body fell limply to the floor. The suffering, over in a flash, was still too much to bear. Whatever immense pressure was out there crushing the very life from the bodies of humanity, it was terrifying indeed. Kohaku's weak and inarticulate body would only be a hindrance here. She had to protect the mortal coil too, and the safest place was inside this building.

It took nary a soft exhalation before her mind slipped its casing. Free and lithe and nimble in the starlight unlike anything her mortal coil could dream of. Flitting she moved without the distance of time, everywhere and nowhere at once. Her mind spreading out across the expanse, touching and tapping and breathing life where it need be. She was afraid though, timid and cautious. Reach too far and whatever it was that she sensed out there might just see her too. Her sacred duty was to fight for humanity though, and Kohaku knew that if she just gave herself up to her God he would do what he saw fit with her paltry life.

Inch by careful inch she crept out in an undulating circle away from her building. Street by street, all ruined by raging flame and crushing force, she swayed by bodies and life sparks alike. Finally one brilliant shining star caught her mind's eye, the green glow so vociferous that it blinded her after such a death of color and livelihood. There were lights all around it, small dim dark ones, like the shadows after a snowstorm, and two effervescent tones. Gold and silver and flames all around. She cringed just to touch those two minds, just to feel that curious animosity. As if, as if it was all just for fun. Just a lark rather then a vendetta.

Adimus. Jacob. She knew him by two names. Given freely, even if in secrecy. The green aura was bright, huge and wide, but against those two even the green might flicker and be routed. She had to do something, anything. But there was only one tool left to her, and it was an ugly one. To slip beneath someone's skin, it was awkward and unfriendly and often eerie. But this was all she could do now, to lend her strength to the man who had given her so much. Wishing for the time to ask first but knowing she could only ask forgiveness later she dropped like a meteor, her mind's eye narrowing through the dark sky before she rammed into the green aura and melded her mind into the rapidly racing mind of Adimus.

The impact stunned her and she was silent for a long moment. Drifting amidst memory and reality, the real and the imagined, peering out from his eyes onto a raging battlefield. The dizziness departed and she shuffled to the forefront of his head, tapping very softly against his own mind. Feather light touches, nothing to distract, just to alert.

“Hello,” her voice echoed in here, quiet caverns, but it was safe. Protected from whatever lurked out there by strong solid human flesh. “Adimus. I am Yamane Kohaku. We have met before, I apologize for this intrusion but I can help you. Please, let me give you my knowledge and sit here with you. Do not worry, I will be quiet.” She wondered then, if she should explain exactly what she was, what she was doing, or how. But there was no time, already the heat from a massive cero danced their way. All she could do was show. Like a child at school, show and tell. She'd always wanted to do that.

So she flooded his body with her energy, with her knowledge, with her senses. Kohaku felt the world around her even in this dampening mortal coil. She could feel what those two were doing, their thoughts, their actions, their intentions. Emotions bubbled eager like froth from them and she filtered it all down to simplicity. To intent. And that she fed Adimus. Letting him know what he needed to know to react all the better.

She was Kohaku, but today, today she was nothing but an extension of Adimus.