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Post by Kamizuru Watabachi on Mar 12, 2024 19:09:49 GMT
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i like black and white. dreaming of black and white. i like black and white. run, run away. see chameleon lying there in the sun. all things to everyone: run, run away. if you're in the swing, money ain't everything. if you're in the swing, run, run away. see chameleon lying there in the sun. all things to everyone: run, run away.[break][break]
if you've gotta crush, don't beat about the bush. when i've gotta crush, run, run away. oh, now can't you wait? love don't come on a plate. oh, now can't you wait? run, run away. see the chameleon lying there in the sun. all things to everyone: run, run away. run, run away. run, run away. run, run away.[break][break]
i like black and white. dreaming of black and white. i like black and white. run, run away. see chameleon lying there in the sun. all things to everyone: run, run away. if you're in the swing, money ain't everything. if you're in the swing, run, run away. see chameleon lying there in the sun. all things to everyone: run, run away.[break][break]
if you're gotta crush, don't beat about the bush. when i gotta crush, run, run away. oh, now can't you wait? love don't come on a plate. oh, now can't you wait? run, run away. see the chameleon lying there in the sun. all things to everyone: run, run away. run, run away. run, run away. run, run away.
Post by Kamizuru Watabachi on Mar 13, 2024 12:53:35 GMT
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[attr="class","lightposting"]Liar. Clown. It doesn't matter what label you slap on Watabachi could only ever be himself. As terrible as such a state may have been. So Kōki was right on the money in shoving him off into a different corner of strangeness. It was for the best. Better not to understand someone who barely understood himself let alone his origins. Frankly speaking given the appearance of his teeth alone he suspected that his father hailed from the Hidden Mist. Had to have been. Otherwise, those shark-like canines were just a useless ornament that wound up in his gene pool randomly. What was he even going to do, bite some random guy? Wouldn't that just be downright barbaric? Not even Wata was willing to go that far.
Or so he said to himself. Yet that maw of his was surely itching to sink into the air of his new associate. Especially when he just coldly declined his nickname suggestion. "Rude!" How could he decline? Sting was an excellent name. It just oozed mystery, and intrigue didn't it? Well, he certainly thought so. "Fine. Fine. Watabachi Feller Of Worlds it is!" Excitement kissed his throat as what would normally have been a frown melted into a wide grin. Twirling on his heels once more our dear avenger quickly took to doing a handstand at the sight of the scaled blade trembling before them. Wata was more put off by it than he originally let on. Who wouldn't be? The damn thing seemed to have a mind of its own after all.
“No. People die here all the time.” - “There’ll be someone to clean it up… eventually.”
Barely able to manage himself Watabachi walked around a bit. Blind to his destination and yet chuckling all the same. So that was why they called it the Bloody Mist? All the massacres that piled up one after the other as a result of never tightening the leash on their shinobi? "Fantastic!" He shouted aloud before tumbling onto the bloody floor below. Rolling about until he was positively coated in the shredded mess of some poor genin. Nodding his head along with the words the other spoke as if they were law. Not bothering to explain why he called them friends, or what he meant by the power they could provide.
Though you could bet it didn't mean anything pleasant. For Watabachi the power of friendship wasn't going to be magical. He needed something more tangible after all. Something he could rely on in a desperate struggle, and holding hands wasn't going to cut it. So he planned to follow Koki around with the intent of getting some dirt on him. Even if that meant rolling around in entrails like a fool. It wasn't all bad though. Some insects were attracted to such things and he wanted to lure them closer through this method. Even now odd-looking beetles had begun to gather just as he expected. Nothing like what normally interested him so he ignored them for the most part. Scoffing softly before focusing on their conversation once more. A clueless expression plastered across his face as he vaguely recalls being welcomed to the Bloody Mist. And did he say there were more?
“Come along… or don’t. Maybe you’ll find those ‘friends’ you’re looking for.”
Oh. He was being invited along? Not that he didn't have any intentions of following after the swordsman all the same. Scratching the back of his head Watabachi yawned softly as a small wasp flew out of his open maw. One of his hive workers. A common insect that most members of his clan were able to breed themselves. Unlike his scorpions, they weren't particularly useful in his eyes. At least outside of the swarm that is. Without even speaking to it the small insect instinctively knew what it was called for, and flew off in a random direction. And it was at that moment that Wata leaped off of the ground, and stood up once more. "Yes! An adventure to test our bonds!" Our he says. As if Koki hadn't already rejected his plea for friendship with his silence alone.
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Post by Kamizuru Watabachi on Mar 13, 2024 19:09:28 GMT
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[attr="class","postcontent"] Take me to your dark places, below the paint your secret faces. Together we'll inter the bones, clandestine shutters overthrown.
Never be ashamed, my love, all hearts are open graves. All hearts are open graves. Never be ashamed, my love, all hearts are open graves.
Take me to your dark places. Like an asp, I'll suck the traces. Meet you there beneath the crisis, slowly melt the ancient ices.
Post by Kamizuru Watabachi on Mar 16, 2024 1:11:52 GMT
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GIVE YOUR IMMORTALITY TO ME [break]
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Who shot that arrow in your throat? Who missed the crimson apple? It hung heavy on the tree above your head. This chaos, this calamity – this garden once was perfect. Give your immortality to me. I'll set you up against the stars. Gloria, we lied, we can't go on. This is the time, and this is the place to be alive. Who shot that arrow in your throat? Who missed the crimson apple? And there is discord in the garden tonight. The sea's wine red. This is the death of beauty. The doves have died, the lovers have lied.[break][break]
I cut the arrow from your neck, stretched you beneath the tree among the roots and baby's breath. I covered us with silver leaves. Gloria, we lied, we can't go on. This is the time, and this is the place to be alive. The sea's wine red. This is the death of beauty. The doves have died, the lovers have lied. The sea's wine red. This is the death of beauty. The doves have died, the lovers have lied.[break][break]
The sea's wine red (Gloria, we lied). This is the death of beauty (This is the time and place). The doves have died (Gloria, we lied). The lovers have lied (This is the time and place). The sea's wine red (Gloria, we lied). This is the death of beauty (This is the time and place). The doves have died (Gloria, we lied). The lovers have lied (This is the time and place).
The current plan for Yangai is to first and foremost find the person with the most freedom in the world and surpass or learn from them. Not to the extent of wanting to join a village or return to his previous one. Valuing his own freedom above all else. All aside from Matatabi who he makes constant promises of freeing from within himself alongside her kin. For that purpose alone he has grand ambitions of gathering them all in one place for that sake. Be that through kidnapping, blackmail, or just downright violence. With peace talks being the first on the agenda. The point is to free the Tailed Beast from the Jinchuriki should they so desire it. Of course, he won't know which beast is where or who has obtained them. So to combat this issue he plans to form a small organization of missing ninja and ordinary citizens who will act as an information-gathering net called Reverence. I expect all of this to take some time so there is no rush for it. But I also have no plans for him to join up with any village unless forced... or captured I guess.
The second arc of all of this will be more of an internal struggle between his desire for freedom and the realization that his own infatuation for the tailed beast was dangerous to those around him. Especially when she goes on a rampage and kills damn near anyone that could pose a threat to them both. Be they possible friend or foe. But again. That is for the future. If at all possible I will also be looking out for someone to complete a possible Ino-Shika-Chō variant for missing ninja for further plots.
ABILITIES:
Yangai will be focusing on honing techniques that could possibly combine the capabilities of the Blue Flames of Matatabi and Yin release to create an odd series of Wilo Wisp-inspired Jutsu to ensnare his foes. As ironic as it may seem he'll be focusing on jutsu that entrap, or restrict those after him rather than straight out killing them. So his skill set will be geared toward potential information gathering. For weapons, he will primarily rely on either ranged weaponry or a mixture of dagger and sickle techniques. As for Matatabi, he will not have any actual control of her. He'll be acting with the beast off her leash. Not fearing what she'll do while on the loose, but who knows if that will change down the line. Finally, the sensory abilities inherited from his clan will be secondary. Something he'll do as a way of expressing what little faith he had in them before defecting. Same with most of the jutsu. Using them only when he has been left with no choice.
RP Sample:
Let it burn. Crash down to the ground like a fragile house of cards. It was going to be magnificent. A starving tale of glory, and passion that would only be quenched by a drop of freedom. It had been quite a while since Yanagi had found himself treading the pathway of this familiar courtyard. Since he's been able to feel the oddly shaped stones kissing the crevices between his toes. Not that he had the time to linger on past sentiments. No, those days were long gone. Just a petal scattered on harsh winds. "Are you done Yanagi-Tan?"A voice chimed in from the back of his mind. Elegant yet impatient all the same. That was the beast that dwelled within him. A long-time partner as well as his only real friend in this world. If you didn't count those other two fools who fled alongside him.
"I said are you done?!? Her voice was raised only by a bit yet it boomed throughout his skull all the same. Clearly not happy with his silence. "Apologies, Matatabi-Heika. Just set adrift in my thoughts is all." And could you blame him? Sure he hated the cage this compound acted as for him, but all things had an upside. A lie that acted as the red thread that could become salvation for those who were brave enough to grasp it. For Yanagi that had been the chance to have his Beloved sealed within himself. To her dismay of course, but who's to say what emotions lay beneath that ever-growling maw? "Silence you buffoon. Just go grab the thing." Right. They were here for that scroll. Legacy of his now deceased mother. A work of techniques she aimed to perfect as the host of Matatabi all those years ago.
Stolen away by his disgruntled father just as everything else had been. His ambition. His glory. His freedom. Both just wings clipped like a flightless crow for the sake of the Yamanaka. For their betterment, he had to suffer. Forced to, Study. To practice. To perfect what was never meant to be perfected. Never beaten or bruised. Just shunned. Locked away with what little thoughts he allowed to play around the darker corners of his mind. "Get going." Again, she urged him forward as a partner would. It was enough to snap him out of his thoughts, and our little rebel dashed ahead. This particular compound belonged to his family. It remained unused for the most part and remained lightly guarded.
It was just a few buildings after all. Ones that belonged to a traitor no less. So, it was seen as unimportant. Or it should have been. So, why was she there? It had to be her. That glorious blonde hair that would shine even in the darkness of an alley. His sister. The golden heir. And someone who was blocking his way. "Wai-" She began to speak yet it was too late. A blade had already been drawn. A small tanto he kept for self-defense these days. It was light, easy to swing, and best of all sharper than most steel blades. So, he swung it once, then twice. Only to be sidestepped both times. That wretched woman was quick on her feet. A compliment she'd hardly be able to hear twice. Not even once since he refused to speak a single word. "Don't just strike. Burn. Claw. Aim for the throat." Brutal. Made more so by how polite the blazing feline tended to be. Even in the face of a foe, she was as elegant with her words as always. The same could not be said for Yanagi.
"Working on it." Finally, he spoke. The tone a tad heavier than before. It was at that moment that his foe let loose her fangs. Lunging at him with a fierce kick that sent him spiraling to the ground below. But what do they say? Cats always land on their feet. Well, the same could be said of Yanagi when he flipped over mid-air and landed on his feet. Chakra now surged throughout his slender form before a sliver of azure flame slithered out from around his palms. Engulfing them in a single moment. It vaguely took on the form of a massive paw, and then Yanagi was gone. In an instant, he'd pounced forward. Barreling over the woman, striking her torso with the flaming claws in one instant. Where he ended up next was a surprise even to him. He managed to burst through the doors she seemed to be guarding and with a swift look around he noticed it. The scroll he was looking for. His mother's legacy was here just as he expected.
"Y-You devil! Why are you back he-re?! Wasn't it already enough to trample on us once?!" She screamed. Stumbling to her feet as our rebel sneered. Clearly not impressed with her little speech. "I only took back what was mine. It should've always been mine." That's right. His fre- "Our lives?! You took them all!? Women, children! Even the elderly. You are a monster hiding behind a smile! And I will have you gone!" There was a bit of might behind that scream. That and some righteous anger. Something he was unfamiliar with being the selfish man that he was. Of course, he meant to retort but before he had the chance his vision started to go black. His breathing sped, and before anyone knew it he damn well fainted. "Snap out of it Yanagi-Tan!" But it was too late. The damage had been done. And all it took was...
