manipulating darkness [training | private]
Jun 12, 2018 7:44:53 GMT -7
Post by neko bo beko on Jun 12, 2018 7:44:53 GMT -7
Plague of Nightmares+1 TP to B Rank.
Rank: "S"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: The user can give the subject demon-haunted dreams so vivid and frightening that sleep provides no rest and the subject eventually turns to suicide.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 creature. The user is able to perform this technique on the target they touch. The duration of this technique is instantaneous. This technique may be negated. The user must succeed at a touch when performing Plague of Nightmares. If the target fails the save, the Jutsu begins to take effect. The subject begins to feel the effect of this Jutsu the next time they sleep, as nightmares of evil gods and demons plague them. When the subject can't take it anymore, they enter a trance in which they mentally offers their soul to a demon to be devoured. That night the subject dies. The subject gets a new save each day to resist the Jutsu, and one success is enough to end the nightmares.
Limit: Must know the Enchantment Perception.post 8: [ ?? || 120 ]He didn't know, of course, that sleeping was the absolute worst thing he could do now. If anything, he should have tried to learn how to never, ever have to sleep. Maybe there were a few enchantments or curses or something that could have allowed him to avoid the plague Harue had placed upon him, but he was clueless to the true repercussions of being touched by the Jutsu. After all, of course, he assumed it was going to be a silent killer. Maybe he had hoped to pass simply and soundly in his dreams, but instead he was plunged into a transcendental dream he couldn't rip himself from. Perhaps he could if he were stronger, but alas, he'd always been known as the weak one. It was why he resorted to using the night as cover for his criminal exploits.
As soon as he drifts into slumber, his body starts trembling in the real world. He feels both numb and alternatively splintered with pins and needles, frozen in place but running too fast for his body to catch up to. His dreams aren't anything he's ever witnessed before, nothing he's ever had to experience once in his lifetime. He realizes too late that attempting to sleep off this whole thing was a gross misinterpretation of the situation. He was cognitively aware in his dream of his mistakes, of his being and breathing, and often he phased in and out of the belief that he was even sleeping anymore.
It felt like he woke up from a dream, when his eyes opened within the dream realm. He had no other word for it. Real life, he lost the word for it. When was the last time he slept? He couldn't remember, he just looked at the world around him and watched as it shifted in and out of place. He wasn't right, nor was this, but he couldn't break out of it. He didn't know there was anything to break out of, at this point. He raises his hands slightly to observe them, but they seem to be under another influence. He had a hard time even controlling his eyes. He felt like he was pulling at string to direct his body.