Beast Within [T|Trav|M]
Dec 26, 2014 22:27:24 GMT -7
Post by Celaena Kamyuja on Dec 26, 2014 22:27:24 GMT -7
Enter as Training thread Only
… “The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”…
Torment [100]
Rank: "S"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: When performed, the victim falls unconscious. They remain trapped in a dreamscape, where they are chased by monsters, captured and tortured by their best friends, thrown off cliffs by those they love, etc.
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. Everything looks and feels real – the victim feels every minute of pain, fear and physical agony. Most realize they are asleep and in a GenJutsu – but this does not end the Jutsu or make it any less painful. It often increases their despair as they realize how helpless they are. The victim is visited by the user throughout the vision, and offered escape and healing if they will but take their hand and promise loyalty. The victim faces a choice. If they resist the vision continues. The Jutsu is so horrible there is a cumulative 5% chance per hour that he will go permanently mad (feebleminded). The victim is aware of this. An illusion of the user always visits before a save is rolled to resist being feebleminded and to end the Jutsu. If the victim takes the user's hand and promises loyalty, they wake up. The victims is well, unharmed, and behaves normally – except that they are absolutely convinced that serving the user is the right thing to do, and does so loyally and without question. If the victim attempts to lie, the vision becomes worse (limbs being slowly sawed off, body engulfed in flames and continues to burn for hours, etc.) while the chance to become feebleminded rises to 10% per hour (cumulative). Note that shaking, water, etc. does not awaken the victim; that requires a successful Dispel GenJutsu. If the victim is feebleminded, they can be restored with a heal Jutsus. If she gave into the Jutsu, Dispel GenJutsu can restore her (note that the victim will usually fight to prevent this, as they now feel that serving their new master is the right thing to do).
Limit: Must know the Phantasm Perception.000 | 100
There was a few rare pickings here. Amarantha scans the streets until she finally spots a family with three young daughters coming out of a building. Inside her thoughts darkened and a second presence hovered eagerly. “The three daughters – all virgins.” Close. A voice answers delicately from within her mind, so only Amara could hear. "The one in the middle has something delicate and unique… Did you find me a Saint?" Better than that, she’s like you. In many ways. Why not twist her thoughts a little more? Two insane Amarantha’s are better than one…
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces. And that is how the Kamyuja’s Genjutsu’s work. And now with a victim in mind, so very much like herself, a proper young lady which meant she was fragile to begin with and her innocents put a lot of strain on her sanity as it was. Amarantha used this to her advantage, feeding her fear of herself and her abstinence.
Amarantha summoned up her chakra and allowed it to sing from her skin and flow with understanding into the air. And then the tiring hand seals were slowly being played. All 30 seals since this was an S classed jutsu. Ox; Horse; Bird; Boar; Tiger … The list goes on but as soon as all seals were completed and have merged with her chakra, she casted the jutsu. She sent the illusions into the ‘Saints’ mind and tampered with her brain patterns. So as her illusion infested chakra entered the girl’s prosencephalon structure she altered the sight, smell, touch and sound, bending them to her will. As soon as she had disrupted the girl’s senses, she created the illusion:
A broach that the girl’s mother had worn since her daughter’s birth was ripped away, the monster with cold yellow eyes flicked the blade across the woman's throat. The girl screamed as the blood sprayed across his face and dark gleeful eyes turn on her. "And I've only gotten started darlin'." The girl cowered in a corner as the mad man charged the girl’s Father. "Father!" she whimpered. The man that she could have sworn was invincible was clinging to the mad man as he drained him of, those calculating yellow eyes boring into her like a white hot poker.
A second stranger had rounded up the two sisters that fled at the beginning of the massacre and held them in the door frame by their necks. A sultry grin was pointed at her boy as she asked innocently, "Well well, Shin. We've got two virgins. Would you like one?"
He chuckled as he shoved the limp body of the Father at his daughters feet, sauntering over like one would in a clothing store. Standing behind the stranger with red eyes, he traces one finger over the outer cheek of each sister. "Tell me, saint. Which one of your sisters would you like to save? You can do that, ya know. Just pick which one dies and the other will go free." The mad woman laughs like he's made the best joke of the evening and when the boy gets no answer from the girl, he laughs too.
"You won't even speak out to save your sisters? No wonder God stuck you down with your curse. Curse of virginity!" The girl shook with her hands fisted against her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she watched the mad people kill her sisters. Sweet sisters with little hands, (when they were younger) and sweeter voices now tearing out of them in frightful screams. The girl jumped as the mad woman drops one sister at her feet, over her father, brain trying desperately to cope with the stress. Behind her, the mad man danced merrily with the corpse of her other sibling. He grinned and laughed, spinning around and around until he got closer.
"Now it's time for you to sleep, Darlin'. You don't dance like ya used to!" The girl scrambled to her feet, pressing against the wall of her childhood home in the hopes that she'd be small enough to escape the reality of her situation. The mad man stalked closer from one side with that rolling catlike smoothness, whispering, 'You could have saved them if only you'd spoken. How are you going to get into heaven now, my child?'. In a state of blind panic, the girl runs away and out of the house, the boys' mocking laughter ringing in her ears…(1)