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Warped Visage: Flesh Architect
Rank: B-ranked
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: The user can transform into almost anything they desire.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user can never gain special attributes from the body parts they create and mimic; such as wings use in flight.
Description: A mastery technique that is gained by the most powerful Kedōin Clan members. A merit of perfect transformation skill. The user is capable of growing and mimicking body parts that would not normally be found on a normal humans. By commanding the cells of the body, the user can grow and shape their body into almost anything they desire. The user may grow themselves a cat's tail, a set of wings, bovine hooves or even octopi tendrils if they desire. The user can craft themselves these body parts to blend into groups or clans that do in fact own these working body parts (such as copying the Anitsisqua). The body parts the user grows can look and appear to whatever the user desires. Alternatively, some users have been known to take the appearance of large dogs for better infiltration, while some choose to appear like horrific demons or odd snake like hybrid creature for an added fear factors. The body parts grown may move and operate like the body parts they appear like. These parts however are granted enough muscles for movement, but not enough functionality to be used for jutsus. Being attacked does not remove the user from this form of transformation. It takes one post to grow or alter the body the user wishes to possess. May not alter the body beyond what the user is capable of within the "Warped Visage: Mass Alteration".
Limit: Must have 500 tp within the Kedōin Blood Line.

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..Anybody...help..." She said in a pathetic whisper that allowed her other arm to pop out suddenly, shifting in shade.

She grew scales that became the petals of flowers. Hair covered her like some hideous wolf thing and then thinned, became like the tails of snakes split into hundreds, she writhed on the ground leaking invisible spores and shifting in and out of sight. A single wing roared out of the center of a new head. She tried to focus on the images around her. Where was she? Was anyone else around?


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[neko bo beko]

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Wraithform 
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: User can make the subject of this Jutsu partially insubstantial, in truth making them only 1/5th real.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 willing creature touched and those who interacts the creature. The user is able to perform this technique on the target they touch. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 minutes per Class Level. While in Wraithform creatures that interact with the subject feels they are attacking normally, however they are actually hitting much less than normal when it comes to TaiJutsu attacks. Being Wraithformed has several effects:
Depending on the Rank the user knows (and the rank they perform) depends on the Reduction in TaiJutsu Damage.

"D" Rank reduces Attack damage by 10 Armour Points.
"C" Rank reduces Attack damage by 20 Armour Points.
"B" Rank reduces Attack damage by 30 Armour Points.
"A" Rank reduces Attack damage by 40 Armour Points.
"S" Rank reduces Attack damage by 50 Armour Points.

Non-Chakra attacks suffer percentile chance of missing versus the Wraithformed creature depending on the user's knowledge of this technique.

"D" Rank gives a 10% chance of miss.
"C" Rank gives a 20% chance of miss.
"B" Rank gives a 30% chance of miss.
"A" Rank gives a 40% chance of miss.
"S" Rank gives a 50% chance of miss.

Takes a certain amount of damage on Chakra Techniques depending on the user's knowledge of this technique. Only Pure Chakra techniques affect normally.

"D" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 10 Armour Points.
"C" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 20 Armour Points.
"B" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 30 Armour Points.
"A" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 40 Armour Points.
"S" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 50 Armour Points.

There is only 20% chance that Wraithformed creatures leave behind footprints, their scent, or make a sound while moving no matter the rank the user knows.
The creature seems to be floating however they are not. If the creature has the natural ability to fly then the Wraithformed creature is able to fly.
Limit: Must know the Shadow Perception. Must have mastered Shadow Perception.

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As always, Harue was not without her trusty pink sidekick, Ōmo close beside her as they stroll through the planes not far from home. She is however without much of her items, having prepared only for a leisurely day of relaxation. Although she didn't seem any physically different, there was a distinct lack in solidity when it came to her form. The wind that swept around her carried little of her scent, and only a few of her steps left any indication of her being there. She has a sweetroll in one hand, half eaten and part of it still in her cheek, and her lion's pink mane under her other. She can almost barely feel the soft contact.

All was swell in her lowkey wraith exercise until something like a meteor shot from the sky, settling at least a few hundred feet ahead. Ōmo is the first to acknowledge it, Harue only taking an interest once the beast's ears have perked and his legs have launched him into retrieval mode. Invisible wings plume from Harue's back, carrying her through the sky as easily as if there was no wind. Harue's wraithform made her feel weightless somehow. She arrives alongside the pink beast, only to find a carcass of almost grotesque slime gurgling and stretching its hands out, like a baby. It looks dishearteningly as though the earth itself is coming to life and pleading for breath, or mercy.

While her stomach churns, Harue crouches down beside where Ōmo noses at the pathetic, writhing mess and folds her wings back into her soul. "Uh..." The pinkette hesitates, her hands groping the thing's aura, looking for a place to grasp or help. If her heart didn't ache for this strange mass of apparently new life, she'd walk away. Damn her affectionate and nurturing nature, it was her only flaw. "H..Help how?" She touches the slime's hand with her free hand, not wanting to let go of her sweet roll. Thank the heavens she can barely feel the contact, her fingers gripping tightly as though she can't find the exact point of connection. Damn this wraithform, too.

//ooc: visual ref for harue cos im lame

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eed...more flesh...great....great pain....must....more..." She looked around for others with the stranger's own eyes. Who was this person? Her flesh still seemed to sizzle uncontrollably, predatory, waiting.  It blended and smeared, its pigments occasionally blending in with the surrounding color as she fought for dominance over her cells.


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Prima Guardia

Rank: "E"

Skill: TaiJutsu

Effect: The Prima is when the user holds the sword in such a manner that the outside side of the hand looks toward the right-side out, and the inside of the hand looks towards the left-side out.

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: Picture, Picture, Picture Typically Prima is a transition position. It is the first body position available after drawing the rapier from its scabbard. The point is immediately targeted towards the face or upper chest of the opponent to keep them at distance. Prima is quite fatiguing for most people, and is openly disliked by at least one master as leaving the lower lines undefended. Some users have Prima 'cocked' back in preparation for a cut or an aggressive thrust. Some users have the hand more forward prepared for a quick thrust and keeping the opponent at bay.

Limit: Must learn from a La Rapière des Saint-Didier Master

Water filling my lungs woke me... A sensation that long since stopped giving me cause for panic. As I stood I could feel my lungs swollen and water logged as I stood up. As I emerged from the water's surface I could feel it slowly starting to pour and escape as it landed across the still and stagnant pond I lay floating in the middle of. Where was I? As I moved I felt a sharp throbbing pain shoot across my leg. I looked down and saw protruding fencing foil emerging from my calf. 

There was a fight... I looked around and for the first time I could smell it in the water. Blood. Some of it was my own. I looked down and grabbed the sword by the hilt and slowly pulled the blade from my leg. Something about being stabbed always made the pain worse than it looked. I elected to stay in the warm water, my shark blood slowly helping me heal as I felt my own bleeding slow. I looked around from my view in this pond.  There was three dead sailors around the bank of the water. 

I heard voices coming from just over the hill.... I gave a pained grunt as I slowly moved across the muddy floor of the pond. Voices.... I wonder if their name is on the list... I held the weapon in my hand and felt my muscles instinctively step into a lower guard. Muscle memories of a corpse... Visions of thrusts and jabs, counters and reposites flashed across my eyes. Memories from before. There was a loud sloshing noise as my boots tore through the mud on the shore as I neared the hill side... 

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Interactivity was the first thing to set Harue's heart pumping faster, but once the mass starts to desperately grasp at her offered hand she lets out a concerned noise, straightening but not necessarily moving away from it. Eyes wide, she watches the thing's connection to her and winces at the slight feeling of something, like a transferal of touch, and Harue wonders in the back of her mind if that's a symptom of having an almost transparent form. She was unaware of the actual implications of it, or that she could only feel its distinctness because of how turned down the dial is on the reality of her own being.

Light on her feet, Harue moves in tandem with the rising mound, even once it's begun to look eerily like her. Was it absorbing her person, her every ability and piece to her puzzle? Was she going to be just as transparent of the soul? Harue tilts her head curiously, but doesn't look too distraught by the shared visage. Instead she looks perhaps intrigued or intently curious, her wide eyes blinking slowly as the horned reflection mutters and searches the area with those familiar eyes. Harue points her own eyes to her sweet roll then to the girl, wondering if this was flesh enough to sate her.

But she rose from the ground after falling from the sky, and Harue didn't think aliens ate human food. She finishes the sweetroll hastily in one bite to free both her hands, then touches her lion's mane to sooth herself, her other hand twitching in the grasp of a familiar stranger. Because of the spike in her energy, Harue can feel Ōmo wholly, and for a moment she has to force her form to loosen up. As Ōmo finally unglues himself to step forward and inhale the new Harue, the original Harue focuses on the iridescent being of borrowed face. And only feels concerned, despite the growl rising in Ōmo's throat. "Flesh?" she mimics, holding her palm flat above Ōmo's head, easing him. "You gonna consume it? Or absorb it again?" It was a very important question.

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-you...y-you rescued me. You rescued ME?! Thank You! I am..." She stopped suddenly. Who was she? Her head split into two, with one half extending on a serpentine neck to coil around and look at the other, analyzing her own face with her...own face. Words came to mind but they confused her. "...NFLM? NFLM! At least, I'm pretty sure that's right...." She smiled again, grateful to have at least remembered what to call her own face. She cocked her head to the side slightly, and asked "...so um..Sorry but...who are you guys again? And who is that?" She added, eyes darting in the direction of a far off hill on top of which what looked like the silhouette of a man seemed to be focused on them.

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Although she didn't mean to, Harue startles in her skin when her horned clone explodes, scattering bits of fake Harue everywhere only to recollect and begin reshaping. For once Harue thanks her wraithform - it proves to be a bit more useful to her now, offering to her the chance to miss the feeling of blown apart doppleganger against her exposed skin. She goes to wipe her cheek, but there is no goo. This, uh, girl? was sucking herself back in and testing forms.

Harue takes a slight step back if not only to give her room. She doesn't know the personal and physical boundaries of other species held up, but she knew that she would like some room if she had to take a moment to configure a body. The thought draws her eyes down to examine her own self, to the form that fitters in and out of stealthy corporeality. She supposed it wouldn't be odd to this shifting being if the transparency of her form was visible, but Harue didn't have to worry about that.

There's a face of vague disgust that goes unmatched to the enthrallment she feels watching this strange thing finally take on a new shape. She wipes her expression clean and smiles at the now particularly cute woman?, perking up at the gracious bow. Harue gives a quick and curt incline of her torso in response, and Ōmo spares himself the tension in his stance. She proved to be nonthreatening for now, at least.

Despite herself, Harue felt only excitement now. It wasn't every day she was thrilled to find social interaction. Most days, she'd tend to avoid the headache, but this girl was interesting to say the very least. And she seemed grateful to a foreign degree. "Tried to help, at least!" Harue clasps her hands together over her chest, a force of her excitable nature. "Nice to meet you, NFLM," Harue tries not to taste the strange title, figuring that aliens might go by variables instead of names. Instead of offering her hand for a handshake, she gestures to herself and the pink beast. "This is Ōmo, and I'm Harue. Uh.. delegates of Kusa. And that..." Harue follows NFLM's gaze, her face losing its pleasant tone and her body vibrating with the rush of nervous adrenaline. Her body becomes even less susceptible to attack upon noting the newcomer. "...is a stranger."

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[DJ Loki]

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Wings of Bounding
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates translucent wings to help them kick off in height or distance.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user is able to perform this technique on themselves. The duration of this technique is instantaneous. Immense, partially translucent wings unfurl from behind the user for an instant just before they jump, helping the user achieve incredible distance or height. The user evokes immense, partially translucent wings that grant them a +100 circumstance bonus on Jump Good in the same round when they perform the Jutsu.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.

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As the two young ladies greeted each other, a cry would be heard from above. "Harue!" Yuri's voice rang out out as two sets of wings manifested on her person. The first was a pair of Paper wings that extended out around the Hyuuga Princess. The second pair, was made of translucent energies, that extended from behind the the paper, wings. Each of the pair of wings made a flap as the Yuri descent, slowed, rapidly, as she approached the the ground. She was in her usual attire, until she approached the ground, her green dress rapidly turn into her darker, pants and tank top, as he Kage cloak, became hooded and black as well.

Still visible were her tiara, that held an energy gem as well as a Gem of the wise, and prescience Gem, she had on a necklace, and bracelets, the necklace and left bracelet with energy gems, and on the right bracelet was an Eye of the tiger gem. Her earrings each held energy gems of their own completely the set. The entire set, cost more money than most would see in a lifetime. On her side, left side where two blades, the Hyoshi blade that she dubbed the turning fork, and her living weapon that housed the soul of an ancient dragon spirit within the blade she named Antirrhinum. She hit the ground about 2 meters to the right of Harue. Her Byakugan flared to lifem and her Air Trecks began to rev. The dragon wings that she had spawned from her back began to fade away.

So to did the wings. But as they faded they turned into a blade made of paper that floated in front of Yuri before she took it into her hand. She swiped the pointed her sword in the strangers direction, "I don't know what's going on, but given resent events I'm a bit on edge." Yuri said as she pointed her blade at the person off in the distance her Byakugan staring the man down. However, without turning her head, she said to NFLM, "What are you doing in my lands." Yuri said inquisitively. She was not normally hostile. But after the zombie event, and the business in that lost city, she was much more weary of strangers.

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[neko bo beko]

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Wraithform
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: User can make the subject of this Jutsu partially insubstantial, in truth making them only 1/5th real.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 willing creature touched and those who interacts the creature. The user is able to perform this technique on the target they touch. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 minutes per Class Level. While in Wraithform creatures that interact with the subject feels they are attacking normally, however they are actually hitting much less than normal when it comes to TaiJutsu attacks. Being Wraithformed has several effects:
Depending on the Rank the user knows (and the rank they perform) depends on the Reduction in TaiJutsu Damage.

"D" Rank reduces Attack damage by 10 Armour Points.
"C" Rank reduces Attack damage by 20 Armour Points.
"B" Rank reduces Attack damage by 30 Armour Points.
"A" Rank reduces Attack damage by 40 Armour Points.
"S" Rank reduces Attack damage by 50 Armour Points.

Non-Chakra attacks suffer percentile chance of missing versus the Wraithformed creature depending on the user's knowledge of this technique.

"D" Rank gives a 10% chance of miss.
"C" Rank gives a 20% chance of miss.
"B" Rank gives a 30% chance of miss.
"A" Rank gives a 40% chance of miss.
"S" Rank gives a 50% chance of miss.

Takes a certain amount of damage on Chakra Techniques depending on the user's knowledge of this technique. Only Pure Chakra techniques affect normally.

"D" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 10 Armour Points.
"C" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 20 Armour Points.
"B" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 30 Armour Points.
"A" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 40 Armour Points.
"S" Rank reduces Chakra damage by 50 Armour Points.

There is only 20% chance that Wraithformed creatures leave behind footprints, their scent, or make a sound while moving no matter the rank the user knows.
The creature seems to be floating however they are not. If the creature has the natural ability to fly then the Wraithformed creature is able to fly.
Limit: Must know the Shadow Perception. Must have mastered Shadow Perception.

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Before anything can even commence, the small meet and greet is interrupted by the sound of Harue's name bellowing overhead, and the pinkette perks at the familiar ring of voice. She squints, looking up into the sky to witness her highness sail through the air and land flawlessly upon the ground, adjacent to Harue. "Yuri!" Harue booms, feeling a bit as though she's on a roller coaster. Or maybe that's her form fading in and out of existence some more, pulsing a stronger defensive energy than ever. Ōmo huffs, annoyed that nobody else is the least bit worried about all these women falling from the sky.

While the pinkette didn't like the look of the guy crawling towards them, she wasn't super worried. He was... slow, clearly. Activating her Tasukeru, while still maintaining the reality of her form, Harue reads the being from afar. "He doesn't seem like such a threat," she offers, noting a lack of intensity. Harue shifts her now glowing scarlet eyes to her new alien friend, noticing a distinct thing about her. blood and chakra Perhaps she wasn't actually an alien... Still looking her over curiously, Harue introduces the two.

"This is NFLM. Nifflem?" Ōmo grunts, circling Harue to sit on the other side of Yuri. "She fell from the sky as a glob of mouths and hands. She seems nice enough," she purposefully leaves out the identity theft part. Harue looks to Yuri, then to Nifflem, then to the weird guy crawling towards them, then trills. She claps her hands together, the sound of it the only indication to her that she's really made the motion. Her skin feels strange against itself, both there and not. "And this is looking like a party!"

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Know Their Judgment
Rank: "A"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Know all the effects on the target of this Jutsu.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Target is 1 Creature. Range is 25 meters. Duration is Instantaneous. User looks over the soul of a target and can tell what is affecting it. By performing this Jutsu on a target within 25 meters the user knows all Jutsus, effects and conditions on the subject. This gives the user full knowledge of them (name, effect, duration, ect).
Limit: Must be a Soulcaster.

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arue-chan. Omo-kun...Forest Ogre Yuri-Sama." She said their names with great respect, the last one with an extra proper bow in the Forest Ogre's direction, before looking up at the man on the hill. She stared with more than just a calculative glare. She looked with intent, she put her soul into it. Across the 25 meter distance separating her from. "Stranger-kun." Through her eyes the weight of his being seemed to be thrown upon her, and she craned her neck to try and absorb what sort of situation his presence represented. Was this a party, as Harue-chan had said...or was it an attack? And how did Harue-chan know how strong he was? NFLM stared harder.

What was it that she wasn't seeing?  The soft golden light of her soul swirled around her pupils as she focused.  Was he going to move?  To introduce himself?  She grew another face out of the back of her head and stared back at Yuri and Harue.  Their chests were so...big!  She stared down at her own flatness and pouted.  She could make them grow, of course, but wasn't that cheating?  Her original face kept the man-shadow in sight.  Trying to peel back his essence layer by layer.


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Telescopic Eye
Rank: "C" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: The user is able to see much further than normal and access an X-Ray ability.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must have the Byakugan active. May learn up to ∞ times.
Description: When concentrating to See Through Chakra, the character can also spend time equal to Handseals to gain the ability to see through objects with X-ray like vision up to 10 meters from the user. This does not impede the user's line of sight and the distance a user can normally see, however they simply will not be able to use the X-ray ability beyond 10 meters. When the user first learns this technique the user trains it as a regular "C" Rank Jutsu. Each additional training allows the user to use the X-Ray ability for an additional 10 meters. For every 50 meters the user trains an additional +10 Training Points added to their previous training. The user also suffers a penalty to Observation checks every 15 meters instead of every 3 meters. If user loses an eye (has 1 eye) Telescopic Eye is reduced by 50%. Future learning also reduces distance by 50%. X-ray cannot see through Disguise, however they automatically make an Observation check against those in Disguise even against those who do not draw any attention to themselves.
Limit: Must be in the Hyūga clan. Must know Byakugan.

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*snxgt* WHA?

Where were they? Who were they? Why was he here? Aaaahh, yes. The first few moments of consciousness after a bender were always interesting. In fact, that happened to be what Tomomi was experiencing right now. Had the strangers noticed him yet? Perhaps a few of them weren't strangers, but then another approached. A small phoenix, by the name of Jimmerly, squawked boisterously as it flew into view.

A mythical bird that mischievously perched itself on the head of Tomo, who'd since sat upright on the stone he'd awoke on. Tomo rubbed his aching temples, Pushing the bicolored locks out of his face and activating his byakugan. Even with his peepers closed, he could still see most of them directly in front of him. There was another, who remained outside of the range of his ocular abilities.

Tomo examined them carefully, attempting to expand the range of his byakugan to see if there were others. He brushed absently at Jimmer, who still hadn't shut up. If these people hadn't noticed Tomo yet by now, they were probably blind and deaf. Tomo's vision expanded perhaps a meter in diameter before retreating to its original distance. He definitely needed to work on that.

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any other life forms are arriving." She smiled even wider.

The likelihood that she would get to commit violence was rising ever higher! What luck! She clicked her teeth as she squinted at the shape on the hill, her soul stretching out to him. Her nostrils caught what alerted her at first to something burning, but she dismissed it as one of many hallucinations and re-focused on her soul. On infusing it into her eyes. Harue-chan seemed strong enough, and the Forest Ogre was no doubt capable of defending its home-grass, so it seemed she would not have to worry so much about protecting them.

She could focus her attention on eating! She grinned, thinning her eyelids until they were merely slits. Her teeth bared were like that of a wild animal. The silhouette had not thus far moved but she was beginning to tell a little of its content. Harue-chan had been right - the silhouette wasn't very strong. She could not feel much in the way of skill in any area, though she felt what was perhaps something like a longing for the sea, deep in her bones. From the other presences, her senses did not seem to be able to stretch far enough, though she was at the least alerted to the tension of multiple eyes trained on her general location. She cracked the knuckles of her hand and held her soul at the ready, peering deeper through every individual she laid her eyes on. How much could she gauge like this, she wondered. How much could she truly see?


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Honestly, how could someone not like Nifflem? Harue bubbles with a sort of gigglesnort at the term of endearment Yuri is bestowed with, and leans into the Kage to enunciate this fondness. She tries to peer up at her from under her lashes, but straightens back up when she notices how suddenly intensely NFLM is concentrating on the man in the distance. A sweep of wind fails to pick Harue's hair off her shoulders and she looks in the direction of it. She eyes a curious thing in the sky, wondering if she recognizes it before she realizes that she does indeed.

With an expression that reads somewhat dumbfounded but also not super surprised, Harue regards the sudden appearance of an old friend. Before she can say anything, NFLM fills the space between the ruckus with a warning. Harue looks up quickly, peering through her Tasukeru more closely to confirm her alien friend's suspicions. But then she tenses as she feels the tension rising in the other, her form responding on reflex. The wind seems to pass through her another time, her metaphysical surging.

Finally, as a moment of silence falls upon them, Harue takes a moment to try and follow along the happenings surrounding them. Mostly, she regards NFLM as she regards those around her, as if suddenly on a mission. It made Harue wonder about her own mission, but that needlessly lead back to what plane she stood on. Surely it was not always only the same one as everyone else, because she was rapidly becoming less and less real. It made every second seem slower. Eyes still glowing softly, Harue looks over Yuri and then Tomo. She'd greet him, but he looked somehow out of it. "So..." She trails off and Ōmo lifts his head to peer at her, but the pinkette waits for something new to follow up for her.