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Dimple Runes (Braille)

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Dimple Runes (Braille)
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: Ancient Writing using Markings which can be read by the blind.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Writing Markings which can be read by the blind or persons unable to see for other reasons, such as being in the dark or blindfolded. This secretive type of writing was developed by a group of Chakra Users who had been blinded in punishment for using forbidden Techniques. As a result, there are many ancient scrolls and writings written in this language hidden away in secret locations around the world. This also lets the character use Dimple Runs in their writing. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

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[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

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35 pointsssss

[musume]

The one who had once been known as Musume wandered, a scroll sealed with a bright red ribbon enclosed within her right hand. The girl had a general idea of where to go, given directions by the ones who had once been parents, and she moved with the sort of languid regret that one had when they knew that they were moving to their own destruction, and there was nothing that they could do it.

To say that there was sorrow or regret in her would be wrong. She was long past the ability to feel such emotions, or any emotion for that matter, the idea of personhood driven out of her body, mind, and soul by the rigid training bestowed upon her by those who had once been this one's parents. That training hadn't managed to quell everything, though... Fear. Fear rent this one's gut, sending an almost paralyzing wave of cold through it's body. It was her sense of duty that kept her moving forward, one step at a time, until she finally arrived at her destination.

This one was garbed as she traditionally might have been. A bright pink floral kimono with a white obi belt wrapped around the bottom, with wooden geta sandals whose thong went between the large and index toe, as well as pristine white tabi socks. Underneath the obi, the young girl carried her smaller forms of weaponry, including her scrolls and a multitude of shuriken. She had no weapon out where it was visible, and to be frank, the only things that she did carry were her shuriken, anyways.

Her vibrant blonde hair, cut short and tied into a bun with a black string, had a singular sakura blossom nestled neatly within the bun. She was dressed to appear beautiful, for the one that she hoped to find and visit with today was thought to enjoy the idea of beauty. If this one's appearance didn't induce a spark of hatred at first sight, perhaps this one's beautiful face and clothing would grant this one the ability to survive long enough to display this one's other charms.

At long last, the one who had been known as Musume once would stumble upon what it was that she had been looking for the whole time. This one knew immediately that the divinity before her was one of the Old Ones. It could not tell why it knew, but deep within its bones, it could feel a sort of... resonance, an understanding, that the Demigod before it was what it had trained its whole life to serve. It opened its mouth to speak, but found that no words could come out.

This servant began to tremble, unable to look upon the visage of the being's majesty, and lowered its eyes, dropping to its knees, hardly daring to breath. Would the divinity notice it? This one's body began to shake ever more violently while it waited for the Old One to notice it. Hopefully... just hopefully... today would not be this one's final one upon this earth.

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[musume]

Terror soaked through every aspect of this one's being, filling her to the core with a sense of impending doom that this one had to work extremely hard in order to cease its trembling. The being that this one had been called to serve was before it at last, and all that it could do was cower before the divinity's might? "Of course the being is mighty!" this one thought. "Were she not mighty, this one would not have been called to serve."

It took a few moments, but with a strength of will that this one was surprised to find that it possessed, its trembling stopped, completely and utterly. A voice spoke to this one in the back of its mind, the voice of Musume, whom this one had once been, berating it for failing to answer the question of the very person that it had lived its whole life to serve.

Wetting its lips with its tongue, this one took a deep, steadying breath, before speaking, its voice a melodic, though young, soprano. "Great Mistress, this one has been sent by its parents to find you, to show you that there are those who would live their lives but to serve your whims." This one dared not raise its eyes far, but they tilted upwards a bit, to glance at the bottom of the boots that the divinity before it wore.

"This one has a scroll, Great Mistress, written by its owners, if Her Majesty would care to read it." This one had been instructed not to read the scroll, and to deliver it simply to the Old One, and this one would follow instructions to the letter.

OOC: The scroll, though Musume has no knowledge of it, reads;

"To the Great Old One,

If you are reading these words, then our daughter Masume has not failed her first task. We have raised this child to be a sacrifice, that you might know that somewhere within the world, there are those who know of your presence and revere you as the godly being that you are. It is our most fervent prayer that you accept our offering and bring to us the type of fortune that only one of your majesty can bring. You may do with our offering what you wish; it belongs to you, now, as do our very souls."

[|Ayame Unbound|]

[musume]

Exasperation, and almost a tinge of anger, rang through the air, slicing through what momentary stabilization that this one had managed to achieve of its emotional state. It blinked once, not daring to take a breath, but it followed instructions, raising its eyes to glance upon the radiance of the Old One. Her Majesty would not snuff out its life, yet, it seemed, though there was a definite sort of tenseness that permeated the air between the two beings.

"The titles this one gives are what a worm gives to divinity, Great Mistress." This one paused, unsure of how to continue. "This one does not know, but this one believes..." This one ceased its speaking, realizing that its owner had spoken, given a command in true. Before this one could even fathom what it was doing, it was walking, as quickly as its body would allow it, to cross the distance between the Old One and it.

The scroll clutched tightly enough to be secure but not to damage its contents, this one reached about one foot before the divine being before dropping down to its knees once more, eyes upon the great one's boots, and extended the scroll upwards. It waited, fighting every ounce of its being not to tremble in absolute terror, but, somehow, it managed not to.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

[musume]

Had this one failed to please? As the divinity read through the scroll, a vicious snarl formed on its lips, curling backwards to show pristine teeth. The one who had been Musume thought it was more of a snarl than a grin, a sign of... anger, perhaps, but it was not this one's place to question a Demigod. However, this one had precious little time to watch its Mistress' mind work, for almost as soon as she rolled up the scroll, she spoke, clear succinct tones chiming through the air.

This one listened to its Mistress' words, and felt a moment of happiness surge through it. While it had been sure, to know that the being before it was truly one of the Old Ones that she had been sent out into the world to find sent a sort of peace moving through its body, calming its nerves. If it was the will of its Mistress to die, then so be it, but for now, this one needed to show the Mistress that it was more than capable of obeying. As the Mistress finished speaking, a small sort of blush crept up this one's cheek, finding pleasure at being called pretty by Divinity.

"Great Mistress, this one was once known as Gokoro Musume, daughter of Gokoro Ishara, a woman of the Ikebana, and Gokoro Izumi, an Aburame. This one was instructed to give up its personality, to be the perfect servant. This one still... struggles... with that, sometimes. If this displeases the Mistress, this one truly apologizes." The one formerly known as Musume paused here to take a breath. "This one's former family has searched their whole lives looking for one of the powerful to serve. They had searched high and low for your Divinity, and they guessed that you might make your presence known here. They live within Otogakure no Sato, Great Mistress. This one is not sure what other information its Mistress requires, Great Mistress."

All the while they spoke, this one's voice was almost monotone, being careful to follow instructions to the letter. Its blue eyes continued to watch the booted feet of the one who was its master.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

[musume]

And their intention in sending you to me... was to find my favor. The words like chimes rolled towards this one, practically striking it in the gut. It took all of this one's efforts not to flinch, but barely this one managed it. Erinyes', the Great Mistress', voice did not give away any emotion, but there was something... dark... within those words. This one could tell that the words were not a question, but a statement, and it struggled to find a response that would appease the Mistress.

This one was spared that, though, by the Mistress' continued conversation. This one's old name, spoken like a philosopher considering a great puzzle, filled the distance between the two beings like a heavy weight. The one formerly known as Musume took her eyes off even the black laced boots and stared at the ground, not daring to even look at any part of the Mistress. Do you like that name?

The words repeated themselves within this one's mind, forming into an imaginary cursive script written in dazzling silver ink. The words multiplied, dancing their way across this one's mind while it struggled, and began to shake once more. To answer this question was to defy everything that this one had been taught, but to not answer the Mistress would be a violation that was just a large, if not greater. This one's mouth began to dry as tears welled up in its eyes.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

[musume]

Like the crack of a ruler against the skin of an unruly lout in a crowded classroom, Erinyes' voice sliced through the heavy feeling that hung about this one's shoulders. This one's very breath caught as the Old One directed her tirade towards this one. As the first time that the Divinity had shown an angry emotion, especially since it was directed at this one, this one was caught almost entirely be surprise. A combination of fear and shock took her to the heart, and the tears that had been prepared to fall to the ground just moments ago simply... stopped.

Erinyes' berating vocal composition continued, taking this one to task for its seeming lack of backbone. At first, this one could not find the will to answer, but finally, with a sense of defiance that this one thought had long been stamped out of her, she glanced upwards. Cerulean pools still full and wet with unshed tears, this one attempted to stare straight into the Mistress' eyes, and answered, her voice a whisper, yet filled with a sharp intensity.

"This one likes the name, Majesty."

This one shook her head, dispelling anything that was left of its tears, and it's trembling ceased. Life was held on the razor's edge, but now this one walked a high wire.

"This one was not intended to accomplish anything but please you. I have apparently failed."

This one's eyes widened in shock. It had just used the word "I".

[|Ayame Unbound|]

[Hoarfrost Imp]

RAHAEL HYUUGA THE EYE OF OTO The woods went on for awhile as Rahael made her way through them at an almost tedious pace.Upon her back were strapped two short swords, Tanto and Kopis, a long bladed katana sliding down between them and her hard earned Tessaiga clung to her right hip with a battered red ribbon around the pommel. With a compass on her being she trudged and trekked till she happened upon a female. She had some height on the young Hyuuga, silverish hair, her attire was gothic inspired it seemed, much like that Leaf ninja she had encountered a few yeas back. With only her traditional kimono and sandals upon her feet Rahael seemed well underdressed, which didn't bother her much. In fact she merely continued upon her set path, passing by the woman entirely but stopping several steps past her. "Would you perhaps know of the location of a local village?" She had her own Oto headband tied tight around her right arm but perhaps in her passing the woman would not notice, especially now with her back turned. "These woods seem to all be the same, circles seem to be my strong point when I find myself within them." With a slight twist on her heels she faced around to her counterpart, not smiling but not scowling, wearing no real expression save for indifference. There was one thing she noticed upon entering the woods though; the animals had not made a single noise and that was disturbing in the worst and most suspicious of ways.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

[Hoarfrost Imp]

RAHAEL HYUUGA THE EYE OF OTO Yup. Eerie. Perhaps she did have greater problems than circles, but she knew her home. Her home was indicated by the symbol she wore on her arm proudly, which she raised a hand and finger to tap the cold metal plate with confidence, her blank eyes unflinching at the potential threat such words could hold. HA! She had traveled half the known world with a moody she-bitch would did nothing but grind her nerves into raw endings, this would be much easier if it didn't turn violent."I know my home, it travels with me everywhere as to remind me where my roots are, my problem lies in the area in where my home does NOT lie." There was truth in that. Allies? Enemies? Executioners? She could be any of them, as could Rahael, and the possibility of death had always been a concept she feared save for when serving her country. "If you keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, would I not have to fear a knife in my back if I were to allot you any title, Miss?" She answered quite swiftly, her hand leaving the headband and both falling back to their passive place at her side to indicate no potential threat in this conversation. "Who you are is not my choice, unless you are allowing my to pick your place in this world, in which case I must say... I am flattered.' A low giggle and a hint of a smile. She had always been quite the curious one when it came to such intimate dealings such as Masters and Slaves.Not a direct correlation to this meeting but it had its similarities.

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[Hoarfrost Imp]

RAHAEL HYUUGA THE EYE OF OTO Thus far it seemed there were a few things evident with this woman: She had too many titles, maybe an assassin. She certainly had a thing for birds too, that was a tad creepy. Lastly, she was easy to distract if not focused, and that could be quite detrimental. So came her first reply "I am Rahael Hyuuga, the Eye of Otogakure." A frail hand lifted in some hopeful sign of social integrity to be preserved between the two females "It also seems I am not the only person having a problems with circles, hmm?" That was definitely worth a full smile, her eyes almost crinkling with mirthful humor. "I have a compass, a compass however is not a map. I can walk in any direction till the end of times but that does not mean I will happen upon a local village, less you count the local village of some other potential country, but that is neither here or there." Whether the hand was shaken or not she would return it to her side soon, dropping her smile into a more neutral look. "I am not too far, still within Oto no Kuni, but I am out... stretching my legs." She didn't know who this woman was, village affiliated or not, or even an enemy assassin of a rival village. If she showed signs of violence towards herself or Oto the mission would turn from "Vacation" to "Terminate" in a heartbeat. Tessaiga would make sure of that. "Allow me to return the favor of questions though and ask what particularly interested you in this little slice of the world and that particular tree to lean upon, hmm?" A few harmless questions could reveal a lot about a person.