[x2] rumors on the breeze

[Y]

I woke up early, long before dawn. I was dreaming, or something. I can't remember it quite perfectly. It was some sort of war. There were thousands of us, and somebody was lurking in the shadows, picking us off, dozens at a time. I remembered the look of my favorite cousin's face as a katana emerged from the dark and pierced her body. There was some kind of intense uncertainty, some kind of political turmoil. I'm bothered with these sorts of dreams occasionally; ancestral nightmares for the Uchiha diaspora. They keep me humble, in a way. 

But I certainly couldn't get back to sleep. So I went for a walk. Picked up a thing of cigarettes at a convenience store, hoping the buzz would raise me from my morning grogginess, help me function in the face of the dream. I wandered through the city streets in the unending desert night, looking for something to do. I wandered by that taqueria I had been conducting business in front of the other day. By dim lantern light, I saw a bizarre sight.

There were people there! And it clearly wasn't open. I saw men sitting around a table, discussing something fervently. And, with careful observation, I realized one of the men was the same guy from the deal I made the other night. The guy who was trying to rip my guy off. Sure, I couldn't blame him for doing that in the first place – when some nerd shows up with big money in alchemical supply, he's an easy target. But nonetheless, this fucker had shown he has no sense of honor among thieves. I leaned against the back of the taqueria, no doubt looking homeless, as I smoked a cigarette. My hat was pulled over my hair to keep the tangled mess hidden. My jacket was beginning to smell like smoke, and my shirt's top button had broken off as I'd been rolling about in uneasy sleep.

I leaned against the wall and formulated a plan. I was broke as hell. It was time to cash in.

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Name: no honor among thieves
Rank: b
IIC Length: 2 days
Difficulty: medium
Objective: steal some ryo from the folks committing crimes in this taco joint 
Description: because of ayumu's connections with the criminal underside of hitofuki, he is aware of the faces and modus operandi of a small number of criminals. being particularly strapped for cash at the moment, he's always looking for a way to grease the wheels. thieves don't go to the police when their shit goes missing. drug dealers don't typically hire ninja to protect their assets. as a result, ayumu can safely expect to make a decent payday from messing with these clowns.
Reward: 70,000 Ryo

[Master Game]

Arachnid Appendages
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The Ōgumo is granted blessings that allow them to better emulate the spiders they are devoted to.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: At "D" Class, the user can temporarily grow another pair of arms (which emerge fully at the beginning of the user's next turn) as a free movement. These arms can wield weapons and make extra off-hand attacks, but do not grant the user extra attacks. The Ōgumo can also use their hands for the purposes that require free hands. The Ōgumo can use handseals with their other arms, however the user is unable to perform multiple Jutsus at the same time. User can use these arms for a number of minutes per day equal to 5 per Class Level. These uses can only be used in 1 minute increments. User gains an extra pair of arms at "B" Class, for a total of 6 arms for most humanoids. This ability cannot stack with additional multiple arm creating Jutsus.
Limit: Must be an Ōgumo.

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[Enter]

The dipping sun continued its slow descent through the atmosphere, draining away the dredges of daylight as the minutes went by. It was dusk, and slightly-scarlet shades of indigo were becoming quite prominent in the late evening sky. A dark, cloaked figure lay prone on the shifting sands below him. The silhouette of a short man or possibly a boy could barely be seen stalking from the edge of the cliff-side where he lay. The "short man" was masked, and seemingly using zooming lenses to watch the scenery that lay in the streets below

A seemingly closed taqueria lay just a hundred metres from his position. This was around the outskirts of a small town of Hitofuki. The boy, Shoko Natamura, reached into his cloak for a scroll. Depending on how he approached things, he might get the chance to test out some of the secret web-spinning jutsu passed down to him from his clansmen. The silent ninja soon put the scroll back away and re-focused himself on the task at hand.

This of course was a mission. The shinobi had been hired by a private individual to shut down the illegal dealings said to commonly take place around the taco-joint. The stake-out itself had taken quite some hours and Shoko was glad it finally paid off.
The boy had confirmed his target's location, leaving him to ponder on what course of action he should take next. Eventually Shoko settled on scouting out the surrounding area, to make sure that this wasn't a setup, while waiting for any civilians that might get caught in the cross-fire to pass. Preparation was key after all.

So the masked ninja descended from the foothill he was stationed. Re-adjusting the white scarf clad around his neck and stashing away his mask, the inconspicuous boy strolled along the sandstone pavement of the streets, proceeding to conduct reconnaissance of the encompassing area. The boy's senses were on high-alert and he could not afford to draw much attention to himself or let the those he was targeting gain knowledge of his presence.

Name: Clean-up
Rank: B
IIC Length: 2 days
Difficulty: Moderate
Objective: Stalk the black-market dealers and shut them down for good.
Description: A branch of illegal black-market dealers have been selling drugs and explosives to rogues and criminals are rumoured to be based in the area. A private individual has for whatever reason, refused to go to the authorities with the information and instead hired you to covertly take out the dealers. Shut down their operations by any means necessary. The contraband is of no concern and can be disposed of or done away with to whoever's discretion. You will be handsomely rewarded.
Reward: 70,000 ryo

[Cadoc]

Proceed with the missions

+3 tp

[Y]

Alright, buddy, breathe. Take it slow. The young Uchiha elder began to gather his chakra. He would slowly create a shell around his body, and, within the shadowy darkness, would make his appearance change. He would become a shorter, perhaps 5' 10" darker skinned individual. He would fill his faith with especial youth – a teenager, who had just stumbled upon their growth spurt, perhaps. He would leave his clothes relatively unchanged, just messing with the cut, and the color of the hat to make it green and less traceable to him. Finally, he would cement some more concrete details. With the aid of expert acting and illusion both, he would throw himself into the symptoms of intense withdrawal. He would be stumbling, moving his jaw, grinding his teeth. He would gather spit into his mouth and froth and dart his eyes back and forth with astounding fervor.

Then, he would stumble directly in front of the door where the moonlight would be able to illuminate him slightly. He would reach his hand out and begin rattling the door fervently. He would sit there, rattling the door. He would stumble his hands away from the door for a brief moment to perform a quick series of handseals. Chakra welling into the room, and gathering into his throat, he would prepare to speak. "Guys, help! Let me in. I need help, fuck." He would stand there, pounding and gasping as the jutsu took effect. Infused within this phrase was a powerful compulsion. Ayumu had filled the chakra with a fragmented memory of a great military parade he witnessed once. The sheer orderliness, men marching in rows and playing in time, it would surely draw them in.

There were four men. One was older, and seated at the table. One was a nervous looking man – perhaps a Nixman from Yuki? – another was the ruffian he had encountered the other day, with a leather coat, a clean-shaven head, and likely still that pistol crossbow from the other day. The last was the one closest to the door. It was a young looking guy with a sword strapped to his waist. This individual would have to be his ally. The other three were gathered around a table with briefcases on it, this guy was just standing back, watching. Ayumu's enchantment would effect only that man, instilling a sense of legalism and orderliness in him. This would, with any luck at all, serve to give him a sense of uneasiness. Here he was, a criminal enforcer among vagabonds and smugglers.

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Glamourer: A Thousand Visages
Rank:  "A"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: A Glamourer gains the ability to change their appearance at will.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user's appearance changes, including clothing, armor, weapons, and equipment. The user can seem 1 size category smaller shorter or taller, thin, fat, or in-between. The user cannot change its body type. For example, a human user could look human, humanoid, or like any other generally human-shaped bipedal creature. Otherwise, the extent of the apparent change is up to the user. A minor feature could be added or obscured, such as a mole or a beard, or the user could look like an entirely different person. The Jutsu does not provide the abilities or mannerisms of the chosen form. It does not alter the perceived tactile (touch) or audible (sound) properties of the user or its equipment. A battleaxe made to look like a dagger still functions as a battleaxe. The user does not have to perform Handseals when using Glamourer: A Thousand Visages, however it does take the amount of time equal to "C" Rank worth of Handseals.
Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception. Automatically gained once Mastered Glamour Perception.

Voice of Law
Rank: "C"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: With this Jutsu, the user alters the mindset of those who are able to hear her to Lawful.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 creature. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 hours per class level. This technique may be negated. War had come to Aldalin’s Castle, and it was time for the inhabitants to stand together. Osvil the Medic knew this, and although he hated to force his ways on others, there was no way around it… With this Jutsu, the user alters the mindset of those who are able to hear her to Lawful. If some were Lawful to begin with, then this Jutsu does not affect them. This Jutsu affects only those who are able to hear the user clearly, which means that deaf people are not affected at all. Being Lawful affects a person in small ways, but there is still a huge difference from being Lawful Good to Lawful Evil, though they may agree on certain aspects of life.
Limit: Must know the Compulsion Perception.

[Master Game]

"Hmm..."

The silent shinobi was casing out the taco-joint where he knew the black-market deals were occurring, conducting his business smoothly when something caught his eye. Shoko watched, rather curiously, as a dark-skinned youth with a hat exhibiting strange behaviour, began to approach the the shop door.

"Wait. Handseals?"

The boy had spotted it, the young man quickly creating a series of handseals before calling out to be let in. Shoko activated his x-ray vision in order to keep sight of what was happening as the youth was let into the closed taqueria.

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Arachnid Appendages
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The Ōgumo is granted blessings that allow them to better emulate the spiders they are devoted to.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: At "D" Class, the user can temporarily grow another pair of arms (which emerge fully at the beginning of the user's next turn) as a free movement. These arms can wield weapons and make extra off-hand attacks, but do not grant the user extra attacks. The Ōgumo can also use their hands for the purposes that require free hands. The Ōgumo can use handseals with their other arms, however the user is unable to perform multiple Jutsus at the same time. User can use these arms for a number of minutes per day equal to 5 per Class Level. These uses can only be used in 1 minute increments. User gains an extra pair of arms at "B" Class, for a total of 6 arms for most humanoids. This ability cannot stack with additional multiple arm creating Jutsus.
Limit: Must be an Ōgumo.

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If the boy recalled. His sensei back in the Land of Thunder had already run him through with one particular technique that was pretty much the core of all Ogumo jutsu. Young Shoko had only seen it being performed as well as been given some pointers, but the boy had never yet attempted to activate the jutsu himself. It might be worth working even now while he scoped out what was happening just a few metres in front of him. Fortunately, the boy was great multi-tasker and an adept ninjutsu-user, so it wouldn't be much difficult.

From the 361 chakra-points in his body, the spiky-haired ninja began producing copious amounts of chakra, that he expertly increased and accumulated to what he thought were very high or at least high enough levels sufficient for the jutsu to work. As he did so the boy was cautious to avoid going over the "bar" lest the excess chakra become volatile and end up blowing off his two arms or something.

Unseen to any observer without a special dojutsu or an acute chakra-sense or sight, the shinobi was precisely accelerating and decelerating the tenketsu as he focused the chakra accurately through the pathways in his circuit-like chakra system. Once the boy had accumulated the chakra in the right points his sensei said had explained to him months ago, he would expel the chakra in a huge uprush invisible to the naked eye. The Ogumo cells in his DNA reacted quite ostentatiously with the chakra, causing quite the reaction that was quite to the boy's liking.

[Y]

Ayumu would begin to intensely assume his character as the folks began to realize what was happening. They were clearly shaken by the sudden intrusion, and the man before the door was definitely trying to figure out exactly what to do. The other three rose from the table and moved to stop him, but the swordsman had fallen into Ayumu's trap. He yelled at them to sit the fuck down and moved up to the door to open it. Just as this was happening, Ayumu made one last glance out into the night. He saw a figure in white in the distance.

The figure was relatively small, definitely not an adult. Probably a kid, out too late, wandering the streets or some shit. Either way, it meant subtlety was of the essence. However, he also didn't know that he would be able to make this incident look totally routine. Perhaps he ought to make it so it wasn't visible whatsoever. He could just... come on Ayumu, just dim the goddamn lights. But this plan was not entirely uncomplicated. The swordsman still seemed weary. "What are you doing here?" He said, in a loud, authoritative voice. Ayumu had one shot to make sure he wasn't restrained.

"Help. I just need help." Ayumu said, keeping up the act for a while longer. Pretending to fumble with his chest, he would, via sleight of hand, conceal a handful of handseals. With those out of the way, the man who was about to try to apprehend him would feel sick. To boot, Ayumu would throw in a troubled sounding cough, so when the man was overcome with nausea, he would associate it with, perhaps, a real physical illness rather than a psychological sickness.

The other three men were now standing at the table. The swordsman was bent half way over, next to Ayumu, heaving heavily. Ayumu would stagger to the side, placing the nauseous man in between him and them. He was considering going for a one-shot to take them all out...

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Fengut
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: Fengut causes the victim's stomach to suddenly feel full and burbling with foul swamp mud.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 creature. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 7 meters plus 6 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 rounds. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. The rancid taste of rotting vegetation rises into the victim's throat and mouth, and their breath reeks of damp, rotting matter that is deep in the throes of putrefaction. The combined smell and taste is horribly nauseating to the victim, who becomes nauseated for the duration of the Jutsu's effect.
Limit: Must know the Phantasm Perception.

[Cadoc]

+20

[Master Game]

Shoko’s eyes widened. It seemed the man who seemingly had no place intruding in the black-market deal was now let in almost casually. With the boy’s x-ray vision, he kept a steady eye on the series of events that were unfolding.

The drug-dealers seemed to be visibly alert from the posture of their skeletons, yet astonishingly the young man who had entered had yet to be apprehended but was instead treated with caution. The masked ninja was now genuinely curious about this man’s motive by this point.

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Shoko could feel it almost ecstatically, high bursts of chakra reacting with his spider-like DNA in the exact way his splintered mind willed. The boy closed his eyes briefly, in order to better envision his Ogumo cells rapidly multiplying as a incredible result of his chakra-control. The boy could feel it, it was working.

Shoko felt a sharp sensation at his sides, it started off as a light tingle at first, but the feeling continued to intensify until it felt like the boy’s sides were on fire. Shoko grit his teeth and bore the pain, for the Hutus was working, and the young killer could feel flesh coming into existence around the areas.

The first flesh appendage rose from the boy’s morphing skin, followed by the second at the opposite side. They appeared right under his first pair of arms about where his armpits where and during that moment Shoko was all so thankful that he decided to wear a tank-top underneath his cloak. Very soon, two more arms filled in sequence until Shoko had a full set of six individuals arms hidden by his cloak. Hopefully they would serve him well in this operation.

[Y]

Things were going alright so far. Beneath the facade of despair, Ayumu felt grim determination. With the primary threat defused, he would have the time to breathe he needed. With a minor illusion, coming out of just a few handseals, he would procure an illusory sword of fire
He'd seen such a sword in a dream, a fragment of an ancestral legend. It towered six feet high, and sent blazes of strange red light into the darkness.

"Look." He said, brandishing the sword
He knew how this would go down. These were common thugs, probably. Without a real threat, they would brandish weapons and make trouble. But, with a chakra caster in front of them, he had a real fucking shot.

Abandoning the act entirely, he swung the sword around and stepped one step away from the door. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't give a shit what you dirtbags are doing here. I want cash." He swept the sword across the room and watched them watch him uneasily.

[Flower]

Shoko: +17 tp Learned!

[Master Game]

Choking Cobwebs
Rank: "A"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates dust-laden choking strands of web that cause severe damage.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Range of this technique is Web Spinning. Duration of this technique is 5 minutes per Class Level. Dusty webs in a 3 meter radius spread. User fills an area with thin, dust-laden choking strands. This Jutsu covers an area in layers of clinging filaments that resemble old, dusty cobwebs. Unlike a web Jutsu, the strands of choking cobwebs Jutsu need not be anchored to two or more solid and diametrically opposed points, though they can be. Unsupported cobwebs flutter in the air as through held up by a rising current. The cobwebs block sight beyond 2 meters. A creature within 2 meters has concealment. Creatures farther away have total concealment. Entering an area of cobwebs acts as tough terrain. A living creature that enters choking cobwebs falls into a fit of horrific coughing, making it sickened for as long as it remains in the area and for 1 round after it leaves. A successful Fortitude save negates the sickened effect, but the save must be repeated each round the creature enters or remains within the area. If two or more choking cobwebs spells overlap the same area, the overlapping area of the 2 Jutsus becomes a nearly impenetrable barrier of stands. In addition to the effects described above, any creature within the overlapping area has cover against adjacent creatures, and total cover against creatures more than 2 meters away. Entering an area of overlapping cobwebs costs 3/4th movements, and a living creature within this area is nauseated rather than sickened (Fortitude negates) and also takes 1d4 points of Toughness damage in each round that it is nauseated.
Limit: Must be an Ōgumo. Must know Web Spinning.

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Under the obscurement of his cloak Shoko was flexing his new arms, lavishing the strange new feeling that came with them. The boy re-focused on the scene not too many meters before him. The boy would re-activate his x-ray vision just in time to catch the dark-skinned stranger cast a series of handshake and then begin wielding what seemed to be a sword by the posture of his skeleton. Shit was going down for real now,

Whether it was the work of a vigilante or just a thief robbing other thieves, Shoko didn’t care. He just needed to get in on some of the action. And he knew exactly how,

The young Ogumo warrior began building up his chakra levels. The technique he wanted to try out was something that needed a Chockful of chakra, so the shinobi would will his tenketsu to produce as much as they could while still regulating its levels. The boy’s chakra-mounding skills we’re impeccable and he’d already had a taste of Ogumo ninjitsu so hopefully he’d be able master this jutsu quick enough. But not without some reference.

One of Shoko’s new arms would fish into his cloak to procure the scroll he was looking at earlier, while another would do the job on unrolling it. The boy grinned, he was seriously liking this new additions to his body.
With the scroll unrolled in his hands, Shoko would both try to control his chakra-flow and read of the scroll. Not something easy for a novice but young Shoko was experienced enough. The boy began scanning the contents of the Ogumo jutsu scroll eagerly,



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[💀]

Black Tapestry Stance
Rank: C, B, A, S
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: A stance that involves spreading out the users Wires.
Special: 1 meter of radius needs 10 meters of Wire.
Drawback: Requires a massive amount of wire as area increases.
Description: The user flicks their arms straight out and releases all their coiled up strands blanketing the vicinity around the user. The initial 1 meter radius requires 10 meters of Wire. Each meter of radius increases the multiple needed . So multiply the radius desired by 10. Example: 10(meter radius)x10=100 meters of Wire needed.
The difficult part about this stance is the ability to throw out and control the Wires once they have been spread out around the user. User can decide the exact radius they wish to spread their Wires out to, but must train to control it up to certain lengths.
C rank 0-10 meters, Each time learned increases radius by 1
B rank 10-20 meters, Each time learned increases radius by 5
A rank 20-30 meters, Each time learned increases radius by 10
At S rank this stance turns into an attack, via when the user throws out their Wires, the ends of the Wires will act as piercing weapons, and the Wires lengths themselves will inflict slashing damage.
Limit: Must be in the Demon Weaver fighting style. Must have Mastered the Demon Weaver fighting style.

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The sun beat down on the walking psycho dressed in black, her crow mask on tight with enhanced goggles, filters and condition viewing lenses. An utterly titanic scythe on her person as well bobbed more in a rotational fashion like she were the center of it's universe and in theory she was. She carried a large black back of items in her arm when a gurgle made her stop. "Hmmnn.." With wandering eyes in side the sweaty mask she spotted a taco shop and turned stiffly towards it on her way to finding where the gates to the Suna village might housed.

The door opened and she noticed almost immediately... the tension in the air. One person seemed to be holding up many others but this other individual seemed tensed as well. None of that mattered but she was understandably happy.

"Seems that divinity continues to have a guiding hand in the world." She chirped through her crow mask, dropping the black bag on the table and unzipping it. She tipped it over and several dozen bundles of ninja wire spilled out onto the table in a deafening crash. "They say that enlightenment can drive a person to madness; That seeing the essence of what you own true existence is a culmination of is enough to break one's mental state but for others it's like being born again."

She began to wind several coils of wire around one arm, then another bundle, two more, three more then moving on to the other arm while her scythe continued to circulate around her body. The more she wound the wires the further up her arm they crawled till she was wrapped up to the shoulder in black wires, the sound of metal tubes grinding against one another oddly comforting considering the material they were made of. She flexed her arms each time she added a layer, all the while humming to herself with a sort of twisted grin on her face.

She flicked one arm, then the other, working her fingers carefully the same way she used to work her yoyos. A cradle of wire nested between her fingers for a moment and she pulled them to get the grip a little tighter till she was satisfied, the slithering sound of wires of tile filling up the taco joint. The gleam of her bright green eyes shone out of the eye glass holes of her mask and for a moment she smiled a beneath the mask, the voice box in the beak making sure what she spoke aloud wasn't too muffled.

"That being said? Who here has a moment to speak about our Lord and Savior, Jashin?" The wire crept down her arms and sprawled a meter across the floor.

[Master Game]

Choking Cobwebs
Rank: "A"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates dust-laden choking strands of web that cause severe damage.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Range of this technique is Web Spinning. Duration of this technique is 5 minutes per Class Level. Dusty webs in a 3 meter radius spread. User fills an area with thin, dust-laden choking strands. This Jutsu covers an area in layers of clinging filaments that resemble old, dusty cobwebs. Unlike a web Jutsu, the strands of choking cobwebs Jutsu need not be anchored to two or more solid and diametrically opposed points, though they can be. Unsupported cobwebs flutter in the air as through held up by a rising current. The cobwebs block sight beyond 2 meters. A creature within 2 meters has concealment. Creatures farther away have total concealment. Entering an area of cobwebs acts as tough terrain. A living creature that enters choking cobwebs falls into a fit of horrific coughing, making it sickened for as long as it remains in the area and for 1 round after it leaves. A successful Fortitude save negates the sickened effect, but the save must be repeated each round the creature enters or remains within the area. If two or more choking cobwebs spells overlap the same area, the overlapping area of the 2 Jutsus becomes a nearly impenetrable barrier of stands. In addition to the effects described above, any creature within the overlapping area has cover against adjacent creatures, and total cover against creatures more than 2 meters away. Entering an area of overlapping cobwebs costs 3/4th movements, and a living creature within this area is nauseated rather than sickened (Fortitude negates) and also takes 1d4 points of Toughness damage in each round that it is nauseated.
Limit: Must be an Ōgumo. Must know Web Spinning.

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Young Shoko's eyes would filter through the information, lapping up the knowledge of this particular jutsu hungrily. The Choking Web Strand no Jutsu or Choking Cobweb technique covers an area in layers of clinging filaments that resemble old, dusty cobwebs.The user creates a swarm of webbing from their mouth to produce dust-laden choking strands around an area, not only making it difficult for any foe caught into the area to breathe and respire, but making them horrifically sick and nauseous as well as unable to move well.

It is said in the scroll that the user relies on any built-up mucus, dust filaments and bacteria in their chest and neck regions to truly make the jutsu a success. Shoko waas filled with both curiosity and excitement, and his mind was already thinking of ways he could use this jutsu in taking care of the task presented to him currently. Speaking of which, Shoko rolled back up the scroll and tucked it back away in his clothing to re-focus on the taqueria.

Re-activating his X-ray vision, the young boy was confounded to find the spectacle that lay before his eyes. There was now a new skeleton in the room, one who strangely was rolling up what should've been wire that had completely flooded about half of the store. This befuddling turn of event s had left the young boy uncertain of what course of action to take next. Should he act fast, and try to take down everyone involved in the illegal transactions or perhaps wait things out and let the heathens destroy one another and clean up the mess left behind. For once Shoko couldn't make up his mind on what to do.

OOC- I know this breaks posting order but with Isley's arrival I think it's only reasonable that the posting order is reset and re-established... Starting from me, I guess.

[Cadoc]

+40
+20

As a point of clarity the rules have been updated:
Must follow a posting order (This is open for interpretation. What it means is you cannot double post. Nor can you make a post, have it graded, and the

[Master Game]

Cadoc
So, normally one must follow a posting order. Yes that I know, but if someone joins your already-existing thread thereby breaking the already set posting order, I just assumed that resets the posting order, leaving anyone to post after that person and re-establish a new posting order. I've just read the new rules and I know I'm not allowed to post right after being the last person to post before a grade. Other than that "you are free to post how you wish" is what I know.

[Y]

Things were suddenly and entirely complicated. Some lunatic had burst through the fucking store-front window, perhaps having seen the light of my fire sword, and whipped out... a spool of wire? and proceeded to threaten everybody with it. Ayumu caught a glimpse of the darkened clothing she was wearing, and heard some of her incoherent babbling over the ruckus, and realized she just might be a cultist of Jashin. Ayumu knew little of their doctrine, but a great deal of their power...

Think quickly, man. You're hardly equipped to deal with this goth bitch. These goons are totally and utterly fucked. And she might not have even noticed the deal going down if it weren't for you. Defuse this shit; get your cash and run. "Woah!" He said, swinging his sword to the side. The nauseated swordsman uncomfortably flung himself to the floor to get away from the thing, and the other three stood in utter disbelief. "Hold on here! These folks owe me a bit of money. I think you'll find we've got a business transaction to take care of here first. You'll have to come back another time."

Ayumu glared at the men. He knew, holding a big-ass sword like this, as if it were nothing (because it WAS nothing, in some 'objective' reality) would let him intimidate them in silence. Besides. Why turn on the fucker with the fire sword when a Neo-satanist is here to reap your soul? He would jerk his head towards the table a little bit, implying they ought to get the cash ready. This little break-in was a bit more than he had bargained for.

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OOC: Yes, this posting order makes sense. Also Isley, the setting is established to be at night, or pre-dawn. Additionally, the shop is closed and I am likely between you and the door. So, through the window it is!

Also, both of you are technically entitled to a save against my firesword. Should I figure out what the rolls would be, or would you like to accept the illusion? I didn't roll for the civilians, because they are essentially guaranteed to take the hit within my Aura of Misfortune.

[💀]

(Nah you're fine for me. I eat fire swords.)

Black Tapestry Stance x2
Rank: C, B, A, S
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: A stance that involves spreading out the users Wires.
Special: 1 meter of radius needs 10 meters of Wire.
Drawback: Requires a massive amount of wire as area increases.
Description: The user flicks their arms straight out and releases all their coiled up strands blanketing the vicinity around the user. The initial 1 meter radius requires 10 meters of Wire. Each meter of radius increases the multiple needed . So multiply the radius desired by 10. Example: 10(meter radius)x10=100 meters of Wire needed.
The difficult part about this stance is the ability to throw out and control the Wires once they have been spread out around the user. User can decide the exact radius they wish to spread their Wires out to, but must train to control it up to certain lengths.
C rank 0-10 meters, Each time learned increases radius by 1
B rank 10-20 meters, Each time learned increases radius by 5
A rank 20-30 meters, Each time learned increases radius by 10
At S rank this stance turns into an attack, via when the user throws out their Wires, the ends of the Wires will act as piercing weapons, and the Wires lengths themselves will inflict slashing damage.
Limit: Must be in the Demon Weaver fighting style. Must have Mastered the Demon Weaver fighting style.

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The more wire she wound the tighter it constricted and that led to her stopping, coming up short for a moment and really giving the place a look around. "..." She turned to the broken window blown in by her intrusion, to the man with a massive flaming sword and like a child holding a balloon she lit up like it were summer's day!

"Oooohhhh~" She crooned like a drunken date, stabbing a finger against her bottom lip and batting her eyes at the man with the hunk of flames with a hilt in his hands. "So uh, what did you have planned with that big ole flame-y thing, huh?" She muttered as her shoes clicked on the ground, taking a rather long and roundabout way towards the front where he blocked the door. Her arm hung at her side and waggled like a snake's tail, wire coming down off her arm slowly, unfurling about her ankles the closer she stalked up on the group in there."

"NO! YOU, YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M TALKING, DO NOT BE RUDE!" She snapped at the one who insisted she leave. Something about 'business' and 'transactions' or all that whatnot. None of that mattered once the sword came into place. This was who was holding all the cards now. the wires snagged on walls and booths, tearing and chipping paint off of surfaces, her fingers catching on the segmented pieces so they didn't just go tumbling off her arms onto the floor, the scrape of metal growing much more profound as she made her way to the front of the establishment.

"You aren't holding a big ass sword of fire and hell, are you? No. He is." She jerked her head towards the other unknown figure but lunacy danced in her eyes the same way light from his 'imaginary' sword might reflect it to. For all she cared it WAS real and hurt right and proper. "Now... you. Cutie with the sword. What is the plan here?" Her whole tone dropped octaves to a sultry growl of delight, a manic giggle building up in the back of her throat as she shook wires loose off her body and dragged them around the place as a whole leaving a worn groove path in the floor and patterns of abransive scraping.

"Were you about to torture them? Broil the skin off their eyes with your pretty sword and feed it to them?! What about searing the skin off their feet and making them run away! Oh that sounds good.. can I watch?" She was chewing her lip, her scythe orbiting around her so close the blade nearly dragged across her pale skin. "I Any blood spilled int he presence of Jashin is considered a good kill- I can appreciate a man who isn't afraid to get a little sloppy when he's being bad~" Her smile said it all. There was little morality and social construct of 'normalcy' in that head of hers but she was right as rain as far as she was concerned.

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Internally, Ayumu gulped. Sweat trickled down his brow on the right side. Fortunately, the huge flaming piece of chakra in his hand would explain that. Otherwise, his face hid the turmoil that raged in side of him. He was in a pinch now. Alright, man. You don't want to kill these guys. They're just thugs. Sure, they would've strung your ass up if they got the chance, but they don't really deserve... Aw man.

Further, he was evaluating this girl, this new appearance on the scene. She's pissed off. She really doesn't give a single damn about whether these drug dealers live or die, but it isn't the fact that they're junkies either. I guess she doesn't care about them. And she's looking at you... is that affection? Hell, I think she'd... you know. Biting her lip and all. Some kind of sadism thing, probably. She wants to get closer, but I don't think its to kill you, I think it's to touch...

THE SWORD!

Ayumu had been dealing with common brigands when he conjured the sword. It was an imperfect replica of one from a nightmare. If she reached out to touch it, she wouldn't feel a solid object. She would feel, maybe a little heat, but not much. The young elder didn't want to intensify his weapon, but it was the only excuse he could come up with. "Not doing anything with that piece of shit." He said. He threw the sword into the air and performed a series of handseals. He disguised the technique as a fire jutsu, in case she was familiar with such things, but in reality, it was a more powerful illusion. Dismissing the old flame sword at just the right moment, he would make and catch a real, hot sword of even more epic proportions. If she were to touch it now, the heat would cause her to stop trying.

This one wasn't much bigger, but it was wider, with twin, flaming snakes wrapped around it. Blazing-hot fireballs orbited around its tip, and a grip, seemingly made of hot coals, would feel only warm to the touch. The same could not be said for the serpents and blade, which would put off a sizable amount of heat. It was not tactile, no, but since it was supposed to be made of fire, it didn't need to feel solid. Fire was, after all, a gas. I've got to make an effort to spare these guys, but I'm saving my ass over theres if it comes down to it. Can't afford to fight this chick. Plus...

Ayumu dared not think what it would mean if he liked this stranger. She was certainly interesting. Probably more so than most of this city's criminal underground. He would swing the sword, intimidating the folks to stay down. He was vaguely aware of the running timer on the swordsman's nausea. He could try to transfer that to the cultist, but he feared it would be insufficient to hold her down. So he tried diplomacy.

"Why don't you let me know how this should go down. You're the guest here, eh?" Ayumu smiled at her, but kept a threatening air on the criminals. They seemed largely suppressed, but he couldn't let there be any more complications.

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Perfect Illusion
Rank: "S"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: A Jutsu like Persistent Image, however it is a permanent Jutsu.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects anyone who sees interacts with the image. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 120 meters plus 60 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 minutes per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. As Persistent Image, except that the illusion is created so perfectly that it cannot be disbelieved and lasts forever unless ended with a touch by the user. However, the illusion can still be dispelled as usual, and lacks solidity, so it can be passed through.
Limit: Must know the Figment Perception. Must know Persistent Image.

False Theurgy
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User may mimic one Jutsu for another.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Within the amount of time of performing a Jutsu, the user can adjust the handseals to mimic those of another Jutsu of the user's choice of the same Rank. Any creature using Chakra Lore, or any other means to identify the Jutsu the user is performing believes it to be the other Jutsu instead.
Limit: Must learn from Universal Miscellaneous. Must know Fake Jutsu. Must know Acting (45 points). Must know Sleight of Hand (45 points). Must know Chakra Lore (45 points).

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Hidden Intentions
Rank: C
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: Hides the users Wire in the ground.
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: With small twisting motions of the users fingers, the users Wires that are spread out will crawl underneath debris. The debris can range from sand to compact soil. The Wires can even push leaves and gravel over them. This requires at least some sort of debris to be on the ground for the Wire to be concealed. Once hidden, any movement upon the wires used will reveal the Wires below.
Limit: Must know Black Tapestry stance C rank.

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Settled her gaze on the speaker as he flourished weapon and hands to bring himself a mighty weapon of which to do his dealings and clapped her hands quickly, wires dancing all about the floor. "Oh yes! I see well lets take a look over the inventory at our disposal." She turned to face the downed individuals with a cruel sort of smile. Her wires covered the floor like metal snakes and while she twisted her fingers around in the messy coil of wires that hung from her arms she was digging the tips of her wires into the ground disguised them as a writhing mass of living metal.

The grinding noise of the ruined tiles was easily smothered beneath her ocean of coils and she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Whichever one of them interrupted me first. Lop his throat open so he can learn a little humility." Turning back to the swordsman with a look of glee in her face she clapped her hands together like it ere a ceremony of some sort. "yes, yes that is it! Now I know it may seem a bit cruel but-" she put on the most patronizing baby voice she could muster without annoying herself"sometimes we just have ta' torture the body a little so the spirit can be humble in the afterlife!"

Her brows nearly danced into her hairline beneath her bangs. "Go on, do it. No sense in dragging it out now that they know. He'll just try to run, then I'll have to chop his little legs off and then the atmosphere will be all ruined. Let's make this as organic as possible!" Just another Thursday night.