Shenanigans! [Closed | Sora T. vs Lance U. | (Fake) DE]
Feb 7, 2016 22:39:04 GMT -7
Post by Sora Takagi 空高木 on Feb 7, 2016 22:39:04 GMT -7
[ooc: Special Rules for this match!
With no further ado, bear witness to Awkward Llama (Sora) and Big Mouth (Lance) beating the tar out of each other!]
Deep within the forests that surrounded Konohagakure no Sato, tucked safely away from prying eyes and well-secluded from common routes of travel, there was a massive, circular clearing in the woodland. Approximately 50 meters in diameter and a nearly perfect circle, this clearing was otherwise devoid of any notable landmark. It was carpeted in soft, thick grasses a few inches deep - just enough to cover one's toes and perhaps tickle their ankles, if they were in the same kind of open sandals worn by a certain Konoha shinobi as he strolled out into the clearing, pushing his way out of the briers and brush on the western edge. He took in a huge lungful of warm, sunny Hi no Kuni air, relishing in the tapestry of sweet scents and earthen half-tastes that hung on the springtime breeze. His deep blue eyes opened wide and peered up into the sky, following the lackadaisical path of a cotton-puff cloud as it meandered across the limitless blue expanse overhead.
Leisurely a day as it may have seemed, there was a firm set to Sora's brow. His lips tightened, and his gaze fell back to earth, scanning the treeline that made up the perimeter of the circular clearing. He was here for one thing, and one thing only: to meet his most dire rival in decisive, unflinching combat. As he pondered what was to come, he mentally went over everything he'd brought with him. With his right hand he idly traced the buckles of his type-two tactical vest, strapped tight around his bony frame; he could feel the pockets along both front breasts of the vest packed with gear: he'd brought with him his full compliment of eighty caltrops, spread out over five slot-like pockets on the upper left side of the vest, as well as ten kunai in another five pockets on the lower left side. Spread out across five pockets from top-to-bottom on the right side of the vest were seventy-five hira shuriken; he could feel the bulk of them pressing gently into his chest even through the fabric of his white tee and the backing on the vest.
Patting his pockets with his right hand, he reached down to the front left belt loop of his black pants and ran his his left forefinger over the knotted leather cords tied around it. Hanging off that belt loop were his pair of glistening black, cesti-style armored gauntlets. The knot by which they hung from his belt loop was secure enough not to be loosened by the movement of his body, but featured a single tag end that, when pulled, would undo the knot in a trice and allow him to yank the gauntlets off his waist and onto his arms. For now, they rested against the front and outer side of his left thigh, well enough out of the way while still easily accessible, should the tide of battle change and he find himself in need of them. He hoped to keep his hands uncovered, if possible, so that he could make use of his single best combative technique.
"Well, come on then," he shouted out across the clearing, throwing his arms wide in a classic 'come-at-me-bro' gesture. "I know you're just itching to show me how useless a medical specialist really is, right, Uchiha?" A sneer beset his visage and he perched his hands akimbo, having come to stand about twelve-and-a-half meters in from the western treeline from whence he'd emerged a few moments ago. That put him basically dead-center on his 'half' of the circular arena, assuming Lance would enter from somewhere to the East. He knew, of course, that he had no idea where Lance would actually emerge from the dense forestry that surrounded the otherwise featureless clearing, so he kept his line of sight constantly on the move, tracking all around the edges of the would-be 'arena' as he waited. He knew that big-shot Lance Uchiha would definitely show up. He'd weathered enough flak from that self-righteous NinJutsu specialist to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the promise Lance had made to take him on - once and for all - was not a promise he'd be breaking this day.
Oh, yes. Lance would definitely show up. And when he did... he was going to die.
[Additional Technique claimed for use in this Arena match only, as per my agreement with Lance:
[Combat/Inventory Information]
Techniques Performed:
[none]
- No moves of any type on turn one as per basic t1 rules, et cetera.
- Each character is taking one liberty with their existing build - we are both taking one "extra" tech that we haven't finished training. This tech must be CLEARLY NOTED in intro post to be valid and useable.
- This match is primarily for Lance and I to learn how to do combat in accordance with NFRP's combat system/T1 rules/etc... but it is also mostly because he and I are good buds and really need to beat the hell out of each other for a bit. As such, this match will not be considered finished until one or both of our characters have died, since this is Arena and doesn't actually relate to IC canon.
- Last but not least, the great and mighty TETSU-KUN-SAMA-SENPAI-SENSEI, aka our squad leader, aka #dabesdatevawuz, will be the official proctor/judge/battle mod/what-have-you for this match. Because he wants to watch his two little up-and-coming squaddie disciples absolutely murder each other in the face!
With no further ado, bear witness to Awkward Llama (Sora) and Big Mouth (Lance) beating the tar out of each other!]
Deep within the forests that surrounded Konohagakure no Sato, tucked safely away from prying eyes and well-secluded from common routes of travel, there was a massive, circular clearing in the woodland. Approximately 50 meters in diameter and a nearly perfect circle, this clearing was otherwise devoid of any notable landmark. It was carpeted in soft, thick grasses a few inches deep - just enough to cover one's toes and perhaps tickle their ankles, if they were in the same kind of open sandals worn by a certain Konoha shinobi as he strolled out into the clearing, pushing his way out of the briers and brush on the western edge. He took in a huge lungful of warm, sunny Hi no Kuni air, relishing in the tapestry of sweet scents and earthen half-tastes that hung on the springtime breeze. His deep blue eyes opened wide and peered up into the sky, following the lackadaisical path of a cotton-puff cloud as it meandered across the limitless blue expanse overhead.
Leisurely a day as it may have seemed, there was a firm set to Sora's brow. His lips tightened, and his gaze fell back to earth, scanning the treeline that made up the perimeter of the circular clearing. He was here for one thing, and one thing only: to meet his most dire rival in decisive, unflinching combat. As he pondered what was to come, he mentally went over everything he'd brought with him. With his right hand he idly traced the buckles of his type-two tactical vest, strapped tight around his bony frame; he could feel the pockets along both front breasts of the vest packed with gear: he'd brought with him his full compliment of eighty caltrops, spread out over five slot-like pockets on the upper left side of the vest, as well as ten kunai in another five pockets on the lower left side. Spread out across five pockets from top-to-bottom on the right side of the vest were seventy-five hira shuriken; he could feel the bulk of them pressing gently into his chest even through the fabric of his white tee and the backing on the vest.
Patting his pockets with his right hand, he reached down to the front left belt loop of his black pants and ran his his left forefinger over the knotted leather cords tied around it. Hanging off that belt loop were his pair of glistening black, cesti-style armored gauntlets. The knot by which they hung from his belt loop was secure enough not to be loosened by the movement of his body, but featured a single tag end that, when pulled, would undo the knot in a trice and allow him to yank the gauntlets off his waist and onto his arms. For now, they rested against the front and outer side of his left thigh, well enough out of the way while still easily accessible, should the tide of battle change and he find himself in need of them. He hoped to keep his hands uncovered, if possible, so that he could make use of his single best combative technique.
"Well, come on then," he shouted out across the clearing, throwing his arms wide in a classic 'come-at-me-bro' gesture. "I know you're just itching to show me how useless a medical specialist really is, right, Uchiha?" A sneer beset his visage and he perched his hands akimbo, having come to stand about twelve-and-a-half meters in from the western treeline from whence he'd emerged a few moments ago. That put him basically dead-center on his 'half' of the circular arena, assuming Lance would enter from somewhere to the East. He knew, of course, that he had no idea where Lance would actually emerge from the dense forestry that surrounded the otherwise featureless clearing, so he kept his line of sight constantly on the move, tracking all around the edges of the would-be 'arena' as he waited. He knew that big-shot Lance Uchiha would definitely show up. He'd weathered enough flak from that self-righteous NinJutsu specialist to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the promise Lance had made to take him on - once and for all - was not a promise he'd be breaking this day.
Oh, yes. Lance would definitely show up. And when he did... he was going to die.
[Additional Technique claimed for use in this Arena match only, as per my agreement with Lance:
Chakra Scalpel: Advanced
Rank: ["B"] + "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: An advanced version of Chakra Scalpel that coats the user's hands with Chakra for protection.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture An advanced version of Chakra Scalpel that coat's the user's hands with Chakra for protection. Adding to the technique's blade like quality, it also appears to give the user an increased level of durability over their chakra clad hands. A user is able to block Overview weapons with this technique. When first learned the user is able to block attacks that do 60 Armor Points of damage. Each time learned the durability adds an extra 20 points. When the user gains 100 Points they are able to block any weapon no matter the craftsmen. They say this technique is able to cut through flesh and wood wish ease. User may perform Chakra Scalpel: Advanced on each hand. After the user reaches their limit in blocking they must re-perform this technique.
Limit: Must be a Medical Doctor. Must know Chakra Scalpel.
Rank: ["B"] + "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: An advanced version of Chakra Scalpel that coats the user's hands with Chakra for protection.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture An advanced version of Chakra Scalpel that coat's the user's hands with Chakra for protection. Adding to the technique's blade like quality, it also appears to give the user an increased level of durability over their chakra clad hands. A user is able to block Overview weapons with this technique. When first learned the user is able to block attacks that do 60 Armor Points of damage. Each time learned the durability adds an extra 20 points. When the user gains 100 Points they are able to block any weapon no matter the craftsmen. They say this technique is able to cut through flesh and wood wish ease. User may perform Chakra Scalpel: Advanced on each hand. After the user reaches their limit in blocking they must re-perform this technique.
Limit: Must be a Medical Doctor. Must know Chakra Scalpel.
[Combat/Inventory Information]
- Handseals Used: 0/14
- Movements Performed: 0/4
- Caltrops Remaining: 80
- Kunai Remaining: 10
- Hira Shuriken Remaining: 75
Techniques Performed:
[none]
