Training: Don't Die On Me Now.

[Hisoka]

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First Aid: Healing
Rank: "E" (5 Training Points at all Times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This skill allows a character to properly tend to the sick and injured.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: While some basic medical knowledge is inherent in this skill (to the extent such can be said to exist), the character’s role is to provide an optimal environment to facilitate the patient’s own recuperative abilities, by monitoring the patient and tending to his needs as required.

[First Aid: Healing] 0/5

Hisoka had always been pretty weak physically, but he’d also always been careful not to let whatever wounds he may have incurred become infected and go from bad to worse. For these reasons, it came as no surprise to him when his leaders at the academy encouraged him to put some effort into medical ninjutsu. He’d gotten a book to help him start learning the basics of treating the sick and injured, and since he wanted to be good at something he read the book over in the course of a couple of days. It’d been something for him to do, and now he was starting to feel like antsy. Reading all day would only ever get him so far with this.

It was while walking home at midday one day that Hisoka’s ever moving eyes landed on a small heap of feathers beneath a tall tree. He pulled his hand away from his mouth – he’d been idly gnawing a thumb nail while walking – and approached the small heap, only to find a writhing chick in the tree’s shade. He looked up the tree’s long trunk, then back down at the baby bird, crouching beside it. “That was quite the nasty fall, eh?” The bird’s chirp in response was shrill and likely in fear of Hisoka’s comparatively intimidating presence – it made him smile, his eyes all but disappearing in the expression. “You’re such a weak little thing, but don’t die just yet, okay? You may be just the practice I need.”

It was tricky, transporting a terrified and struggling newly hatched bird from the side of the road to his house on two large leaves he’d picked up nearby, but eventually he’d done it. He set up a spot on his table for the bird, careful to keep the surfaces sterile and protected. “Now, stop moving around so much, little bird,” Hisoka said to the bird as he opened up his book, First Aid: Healing for the Curious, and set it’s open pages to the side so that he could glance at them whilst working over his patient. Said patient, however, was not a good listener. Despite having what Hisoka could only assume were two terribly dislocated wings by the way they were just hanging off of it’s little body, the small creature was insistent upon wriggling around in the table. “I said stop, little bird,” Hisoka frowned, using one gloved hand to reposition the bird the way he’d originally put it down. “If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to have to break you until you just can’t move at all. That would hurt, little bird, and I’d have to heal even more of your bones, so can’t you just cooperate with me?”

By either some miraculous breakthrough in communication or simply the bird’s own final exhaustion, the small chick’s struggling trembled to a halt. Hisoka smiled – the expression having little to no calming affect on the tiny animal though it was too tired to be afraid – and gently pet the bird’s soft blue newborn’s plumage. He took only a moment to admire the creature before turning determined eyes back to the pages of his book. “Okay my little friend, let’s see… dislocated, hrm… Ah! Reset the bones, then secure in place and allow time for healing.” He turned his bright eyes back on the chick, hardly hearing it chirp in surprise – or pain, Hisoka couldn’t tell the difference really – as he pushed it’s little wing and felt it pop back into place within the creature. It shuddered and struggled some, but Hisoka held it firmly but carefully in his hand while applying to the wing a small makeshift splint and tying it into place with some sturdy string. By the time he had tied the last knot in place and bite the remaining string off with his teeth, the bird had realized that it’s struggle was in vain and given in again.

“Wonderful!” Hisoka grinned. “Now I’m going to do the other one, and if you faint little bird, I won’t blame you, but if you stay awake, I’ll give a reward,” he spoke to the bird, saying the last word with a bit of a sing-songy tone. The first wing was, in his mind, successful, and so his spirits were raising with every moment. When he popped the second wing back into place, the chick lost consciousness, and Hisoka sighed as he went to work securing it into place like he’d done the first one. “Such a shame, little bird. I was going to reward you with a name… Well, I think I’ll give you one anyway, as a reward to myself.” Hisoka crouched so that he was eye level with the bird where it lay on his table and watched it’s tiny chest rise and fall in slow, even motions. “I’ll call you Hisoka Two, eh? You get to be a second me. It’s an honor, little bird.”

He watched the bird’s chest rise and fall for a few minutes longer before standing up, content, and leaning over the book again, his eyes scanning for the next steps. “Suppose I should make a place for you to stay while I observe you, eh Hisoka Two?”

[Father 'Suke]

+5 TP
+4 SP
4|125

Note: Next time don't delete the limit of the skill/technique you are learning.

First Aid: Healing
Rank: "E" (5 Training Points at all Times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This skill allows a character to properly tend to the sick and injured.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: While some basic medical knowledge is inherent in this skill (to the extent such can be said to exist), the character’s role is to provide an optimal environment to facilitate the patient’s own recuperative abilities, by monitoring the patient and tending to his needs as required.
Novice: Diagnose; Tend to injured characters such that their wounds heal at a faster rate; critical care requires 10 minutes/wound; can distinguish whether an individual is dead or merely unconscious.
Average: Stabilize a character knocked unconscious from trauma; critical care requires 6 minutes/wound; with a successful Average skill check to resuscitate a dying character.
Advanced: Function as a midwife to deliver children; diagnose injuries; critical care requires 4 minutes/wound
Expert: Properly set broken bones; amputate limbs; critical care requires 3 minutes/wound
Master: Critical care needs 2 min. per wound

Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Alchemy user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to First Aid: Healing. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

[Hisoka]

(Kept all of it in this time, Ryo! Sorry about that before~)

SPOILER: Click to show

First Aid: Healing

Rank: "E" (5 Training Points at all Times)

Skill: Skill

Effect: This skill allows a character to properly tend to the sick and injured.

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: While some basic medical knowledge is inherent in this skill (to the extent such can be said to exist), the character’s role is to provide an optimal environment to facilitate the patient’s own recuperative abilities, by monitoring the patient and tending to his needs as required.

Novice: Diagnose; Tend to injured characters such that their wounds heal at a faster rate; critical care requires 10 minutes/wound; can distinguish whether an individual is dead or merely unconscious.

Average: Stabilize a character knocked unconscious from trauma; critical care requires 6 minutes/wound; with a successful Average skill check to resuscitate a dying character.

Advanced: Function as a midwife to deliver children; diagnose injuries; critical care requires 4 minutes/wound

Expert: Properly set broken bones; amputate limbs; critical care requires 3 minutes/wound

Master: Critical care needs 2 min. per wound



Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Alchemy user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to First Aid: Healing. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.

Limit: ---

0/5 TP
4/125 SP

Hisoka gazed at the caged bird with unwavering, hypercritical eyes, a clipboard and pen in his steady hands. It had been four weeks since he’d found the baby bird and it’s mangles wings on the side of the road, and three days ago after removing the splints for a routine cleaning, he decided against putting them back on. These last couple of days, the bird had been positively tentative in using it’s wings, which was understandable to Hisoka. The last time it tried to use it’s wings, it failed and almost died as a result. If he were a small bird, Hisoka figured he’d be a walking bird.

But regardless of what he would do if he were the bird, he needed it to try flying again; he needed to see how effective his treatment had been. The cage he’d acquired was big enough for a small bird to fly a bit from one side to the other, and yet thus far the bird had only climbed and hopped around. Now, it was nearing the edge of it’s platform and sort of fluttering it’s wings, like it wanted to make the short flight but was unsure of itself. “Go on, you won’t nearly die this time” Hisoka whispered, barely audible to even his own ears. “Probably,” he added in the same soft tone, because he couldn’t promise with complete certainty that the bird wouldn’t somehow manage to screw up so badly that it critically injured itself again. The probability of that happening was miniscule as far as Hisoka could see, but he wasn’t omniscient – something could go drastically wrong, he supposed.

And yet, for all the probabilities and statistics he could stand here running in his head, none of it mattered. What mattered was if the bird could fly, and that would only be discovered if the creature attempted flight. It’s indecision was starting to irritate Hisoka, though, so slowly, as if he was going about his own business, Hisoka walked in a circle around the cage until he was standing directly behind the bird’s feathered back. It was still stepping forward, hopping back, and cautiously ruffling it’s feathers. It needed a push. The next time that the bird moved forward toward the edge of the platform, Hisoka brought the back of his hand hard and fast against the cage, effectively startling the bird badly and forcing it to react and go over the edge.

Significantly terrified, the creature squawked in horror as it's body flung itself over the edge. It happened so fast, but not too fast that Hisoka didn't see clearly the bird try and fail to open it's wings properly. The bird fell with a hard smack to the bottom of the cage, and Hisoka frowned as he watched it squirm and wiggle back to an upright position. Once again, it used it's beak to fluff and preen those feathers that it had so terribly failed to use correctly. He didn't understand what had gone wrong! Was this failure because of his own failure to properly care for and heal the bird, or was this at the fault of the bird's for panicking in it's fear and not reaching it's full potential? Which was crippling this bird's ability to perform: fear, or physical incapability? 

A groan rumbled from the back of Hisoka's throat. "I need to examine your bones and make sure I put everything back the right way," he said to the bird, though it was ignoring him in active contempt. "But you move too much when I grab you... maybe if I sedate you first, I can figure out what's going on." And so, he returned his observation sheet on the small creature's progress along with his clipboard and pen to the table and headed for the door. He knew that he wanted an herb that he could feed the bird that would act as a mild sedative so that he could closely examine his little patient's body, but as he pulled his shoes on in the front entryway of his home, his mind started wandering to other tests he could run on the broken bird to further along his own training. He vaguely recalled some of the medical techniques he'd seen other Kumo medical nin use or talk about, and considering possibly learning them himself one day fascinated the young genin. 

At the very least, working his way up this ladder was something to do. It would keep his body occupied and his mind entertained. If somewhere along the way he became someone who could heal the other shinobi of his village, then he supposed there would be some personal gain from that. For now, though, Hisoka wanted to train for himself. As he closed his front door behind him, the cool mountain air of Kumogakure brushed through his hair, welcoming him on this new path he'd finally, truly committed himself to. 

[Hisoka]

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[Nira]

Perfect ^_^

+5, learned.

4/125 -> 16/125

Just in case you didn't know, you don't need to train 'First Aid: Healing' all the way to 125 skill points to begin learning medical techniques.

narutoforumrp.proboards.com/post/980174

[Hisoka]

OOC: I'm going to start training some techniques soon! I've already actually written some, I just want to get this first aid skill to average before I move on~ ^^

Synopsis: Training in which Hisoka tries administering a sedative to his patient and realizes he's not as good at this as he thought he was~

SPOILER: Click to show

First Aid: Healing

Rank: "E" (5 Training Points at all Times)

Skill: Skill

Effect: This skill allows a character to properly tend to the sick and injured.

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: While some basic medical knowledge is inherent in this skill (to the extent such can be said to exist), the character’s role is to provide an optimal environment to facilitate the patient’s own recuperative abilities, by monitoring the patient and tending to his needs as required.

Novice: Diagnose; Tend to injured characters such that their wounds heal at a faster rate; critical care requires 10 minutes/wound; can distinguish whether an individual is dead or merely unconscious.

Average: Stabilize a character knocked unconscious from trauma; critical care requires 6 minutes/wound; with a successful Average skill check to resuscitate a dying character.

Advanced: Function as a midwife to deliver children; diagnose injuries; critical care requires 4 minutes/wound

Expert: Properly set broken bones; amputate limbs; critical care requires 3 minutes/wound

Master: Critical care needs 2 min. per wound



Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Alchemy user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to First Aid: Healing. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.



Limit: ---

0/5 TP
16/125 SP

IC: It had taken an unnecessarily long to get the Blackroot, but finally Hisoka returned home, the herb with sedative properties in his pouch. He supposed it would have been simpler to purchase a serum for this procedure, but that would have cost Ryo that he just didn’t have to spare. The herb at least was mostly free, save for the energy he’d had to spend to earn it. Besides, there was always the chance that a serum meant for humans could kill a small bird like Hisoka Two, so this herb would be a far safer option for his patient. He couldn’t let his little patient overdose on medications and die – at least not yet, anyway.

Hisoka crushed the herb into tiny pieces. He mixed a small amount of it into the bird seed, and then offered to his patient. He sat nearby and watched with sparkling eyes as the bird took ravenously to the feed. Birds typically ate slowly, the amount they could take into their beaks being awfully limited, but slow and steady was known for some great feats. In some time, tiny Hisoka Two had consumed all of the feed the original Hisoka had provided, smashed root included. He marked on his paper the approximate time that the “medication” was administered, then waited.

It was some time before the medication took clear affect on the bird and it feel from consciousness. Hisoka wrote down that detail as well, figuring that the response time would be greater for creatures larger than the bird, which were many. Then, excitedly, Hisoka opened up the cage and reached his eager hand in. His fingers wrapped gingerly around soft feathers. Pulling out the bird and laying its calm body on a cloth on the table, Hisoka spread its wings and examined a bird book that he’d gotten from the library. Its pictures showed what a bird’s wings should look like from various angle, and none of them quite matched his own bird exactly. “I must not have fixed you right,” Hisoka murmured, leaning down to squint and the way the bones at the wing joint jolted out where it probably shouldn’t.

He sighed. “I thought I set your bones back properly,” he frowned down at the unconscious bird, “but I guess not. Now you’ve healed all wrong, and your wings aren’t working at all. They’re just dead weight…” He looked back at the book and wondered about what to do. With wings that didn’t work, they’d only ever get in the way. Hisoka Two would be weighed down by them and hurt by them, and that was about it.

He wanted another chance at healing wings. He looked down at his unconscious bird and watched its chest rise and fall very slowly. It was in a deep sleep because of the Blackroot, and Hisoka considering re-breaking its wings just to try and fix them altogether, but he just frowned. He doubted he’d be able to work back from the damage he’s already done to it, what with its wings healing once already and incorrectly at that. Maybe he could perform an amputation! No, he didn’t think he could pull something like that off quite yet. Not at his skill level anyway… So what? What was he supposed to do with this damaged bird? It was exhausting and disappointing to find out that he hadn’t healed it properly thus far, and he felt discouraged from trying any farther.

Hisoka had been standing in front of his table, looming over his sedated patient and stewing in his own haze of self degradation and disappointment for longer than he’d though, because it was the small bird stirring ever so slightly on the table that pulled him out of his trance. His eyes refocused for the first time in likely half an hour, and he stared down at the little bundle of feathers that was coming to on the table. Slowly, it blinked open its tiny black eyes. It couldn’t do more with its wings than awkwardly pull them back to tuck them into its sides, but once it managed that it rocked its weight back and forth until it was on its feet again.

Then, it chirped. It didn’t hop around on the table or try to run like Hisoka expected it to – it just stared up at him and tweeted, and Hisoka’s eyes widened at the sound. He stared intently down at the bird as it hopped left and right but never stopped looking at him, and when he lifted a hand to grab it, it didn’t even try to run away or peck his finger. He brought it up to his face and observed it tick its head this way and that while staring right back at him. “Why do you trust me, bird? I stole you from your home and broke you quite possibly beyond repair! I don’t deserve your trust!” He let himself shout at the innocent creature. Feelings of guilt and anger with himself were spilling out of him in his words, but the bird in his grip didn’t struggle or make any more sounds.

He furrowed his eyebrows, growing increasingly frustrated as he walked over to the cage. He had to resist throwing the bird into the metal confinement. It wasn’t that he hated the bird for being a reminder that his efforts had failed. He just felt like he had this terribly negative pent up energy. “Fine, so you can’t fly,” he said through clenched teeth as he poured more bird seed into the bird’s feeding bowl. “That doesn’t mean I can’t make sure you’re not one strong bird anyway. A lot of ninja can’t do certain things, and they get along just fine!” If you asked him if he was thinking about himself, he would have said no. “I’ll just keep watching you for a little longer, that’s all. You’re just going to have to be my patient until you die. And who knows, maybe I’ll get better before your time of death and I’ll be able to actually fix you.” He knelt down and looked in on his first little failure while it pecked at the food. “Your life will be unconventional, but it won’t be for nothing. That much I can promise.”

[Nira]

Cool, sound good ^_^

Love the training. I'd give it much more points if I could.

+5, learned.

16/125 -> 21/125

narutoforumrp.proboards.com/post/980230

[Hisoka]

OOC: Really? You love it? That makes me really happy to hear! Thank you so much! :DDD

SPOILER: Click to show

First Aid: Healing
Rank: "E" (5 Training Points at all Times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This skill allows a character to properly tend to the sick and injured.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: While some basic medical knowledge is inherent in this skill (to the extent such can be said to exist), the character’s role is to provide an optimal environment to facilitate the patient’s own recuperative abilities, by monitoring the patient and tending to his needs as required.
Novice: Diagnose; Tend to injured characters such that their wounds heal at a faster rate; critical care requires 10 minutes/wound; can distinguish whether an individual is dead or merely unconscious.
Average: Stabilize a character knocked unconscious from trauma; critical care requires 6 minutes/wound; with a successful Average skill check to resuscitate a dying character.
Advanced: Function as a midwife to deliver children; diagnose injuries; critical care requires 4 minutes/wound
Expert: Properly set broken bones; amputate limbs; critical care requires 3 minutes/wound
Master: Critical care needs 2 min. per wound

Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Alchemy user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to First Aid: Healing. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.

Limit: ---

0/5 TP
21/125 SP

IC:

Hisoka unlocked his front door, the wind beating unpleasantly against his back. Some days in this mountain village were nice - others, a pain in his ass. The wind was actively and violently thrashing his sandy hair around his face, obscuring his vision and making his rely almost wholly on touch to fit his key into the lock. When he finally managed to unlock the damn door and push it open, he stepped aside to let his guest enter first. He would have liked to just go in and get out of the god forsaken wind as soon as possible, but he was vaguely aware of some social norm that dictated the polite thing to do was open the door for guests. He may not like people or feel like such societal norms were necessary, but he understood that most people were displeased when he ignored them. He did his best not to leave lasting impressions on people, and this often involved behaving properly.

And so, Hisoka stepped aside and let Naku enter into his home first. "Oooh, fancy," she chimed, flattening down her incurably nappy white hair as she walking into his apartment and looked around. "You've got four walls and everything!" Nakuka - Naku for short - was a homeless child of Kumogakure. She was eleven years old, a good three years younger than Hisoka, but they knew each other from back when he too was living on the streets. After running into her the other day - she'd literally run straight into Hisoka, knocking him clear to the ground but hurting herself more in the process than anything else - she'd agreed to be his test subject while he trained (she'd never heard him use the exact term "test subject", but Hisoka was fairly sure she still knew what she'd signed up for). For starters, he figured he'd give her an examination to see if there was anything he could do for her health; her being homeless, he was sure she was bound to be unhealthy in some way that he could assist her with.

He followed her into his apartment and closed his door behind him. He'd only just opened his mouth to ask her to begin de-robing so that he could give her a proper check-up when her high voice filled his home's atmosphere. "You have a pet bird?"

She was standing in front of Hisoka Two's cage, leaning down and grinning at the bird like it was actually amusing. He supposed maybe she found its inability to fly humorous. "That's my other patient. Leave it alone," he told her monotonously, shedding his coat and throwing it over the back of one of his dining room chairs. He went into his room to grab some paper and a pencil that he'd use to take notes and keep track of Naku's health - she was an official test subject- er, patient of his now - and was just turning to return to the main room when he heard a girlish yelp. By the time he rushed back to see what had happened, Naku was holding her hand close to her small bosom and frowning.

"Your bird doesn't like me," she pouted, holding her hand up to inspect her finger.

Hisoka sighed and walked over. "I told you to leave it alone," he said simply, grabbing her hand and inspecting it himself. She made some excuse about just wanting to pet the pretty little thing, but Hisoka shook his head. "I don't even know if the bird has any diseases, and look, you're bleeding. For all I know, that bird could have contaminated your blood with some terrible ailment and you may be well on your way to an untimely death."

He didn't honestly believe as much, but he didn't want Naku to go poking her little fingers at his bird any more, so he didn't bother trying to ease her apparent worries when she gasped, "WHAT?!"

"Getting worked up will only make your blood pump faster, spreading the possible diseases quicker through your body. You're killing yourself faster by shouting in my ear," he informed her with a sharp look, not feeling the slightest bit bad for worrying her as she bit her lip and looked utterly distressed where she stood. He released her hand to go retrieve his first aid kit. He sat her down in a chair, then pulled his chair up in front of hers and opened his kit. "I'll spray this on it... Er, no, the bottle says to spray on a cleaned wound. So I'll wash the cut first, then spray the medicine." Hisoka cleaned the cut finger with a warm wash cloth before spraying the clear liquid generously over the wound. Naku hissed when the medicine hit her finger as if it hurt, and Hisoka guessed that it was disinfecting the cut and stung. He supposed he probably should have warned her that it might hurt. Next time.

"Thank you..." Naku had uttered the gratitude under her breath. When Hisoka looked up from wrapping the bandages around her now disinfected finger, he saw that her eyes were also downcast. Maybe she felt guilty about not listening to him and getting herself hurt and forcing him to go through the trouble of dressing a new wound, however minor. Good.

"When I tell you not to do something, you should listen to me. At the very least when you're in my house," he told her. She nodded, and he sighed. This partnership was off to a rocky start, and to make matters worse, he could see in her face that she felt sad and uncomfortable. All he wanted to do was inspect her well being and possibly run some less than medically wise tests on her, but there was no way she'd willingly be up for it now that she was in this somber mood. He had to get her spirits up if he was going to get her to comply further with his requests. "Are you hungry?" he asked, standing from his seat.

Just the mention of food turned her whole countenance right around. Hisoka knew that it would. Food was something that you cherished when you didn't have a steady supply of it. He'd had everything he needed daily for a couple years now, but he hadn't forgotten what it was like to go without. He still remembered what it was like to be completely and utterly at the mercy of your next meal. It wasn't something that he found himself feeling often, but as he heated up a generous plate of food for Naku, who's eyes sparkled at the prospect of a warm meal that her body so desperately needed, he wondered if this feeling in his stomach was sympathy or something akin to it.

[Father 'Suke]

+5 TP
+2 SP
23|125

[Hisoka]

SPOILER: Click to show

First Aid: Healing
Rank: "E" (5 Training Points at all Times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This skill allows a character to properly tend to the sick and injured.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: While some basic medical knowledge is inherent in this skill (to the extent such can be said to exist), the character’s role is to provide an optimal environment to facilitate the patient’s own recuperative abilities, by monitoring the patient and tending to his needs as required.
Novice: Diagnose; Tend to injured characters such that their wounds heal at a faster rate; critical care requires 10 minutes/wound; can distinguish whether an individual is dead or merely unconscious.
Average: Stabilize a character knocked unconscious from trauma; critical care requires 6 minutes/wound; with a successful Average skill check to resuscitate a dying character.
Advanced: Function as a midwife to deliver children; diagnose injuries; critical care requires 4 minutes/wound
Expert: Properly set broken bones; amputate limbs; critical care requires 3 minutes/wound
Master: Critical care needs 2 min. per wound

Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Alchemy user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to First Aid: Healing. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.

Limit: ---

0/5 TP
23/125 SP

Hisoka was pleased to find that with her stomach full, Naku was in a state of blissful compliance. He'd already made some observations that could be done without her doing anything but standing still, but it was time he moved on with filling out his patient sheet for her. A soft smile was ever present on her face, and she didn't even question him when he asked her to disrobe down to her undergarments so that he could continue her "routine check-up". Considering he'd only observed check-up's up until this point and never actually conducted one, he didn't know how accurate the use of the term "routine" was, but it didn't matter. Completely honest or not, Naku was dropping her dirty, torn clothes in a pile on his floor. While it hadn't been something that he'd really considered before, seeing Naku's young, noticeably female body made him realize that if this were a professional setting, he'd probably only examine male patients.

Not that it mattered in this case. Naku didn't seem very uncomfortable as she stood in the middle of his home, scratching absently at her back and looking around with mild interest at his bland choice of furniture. Hisoka looked down at his patient sheet for her:

                Patient Name: Nakuka
                Age: Eleven years of age.
                Sex: Female
                Species: Human

                Blood Type:
                Height: 4'6"
                Weight: 98lbs
                Allergies:
                Other:

He knew it was less than professional as far as patient sheets went, but he didn't know what else to write for now, so he left it at that. "Naku, do you know your blood type?" he asked with very little hope of her having the answer. Blood type was rarely something that the homeless children around here knew, so he didn't bother looking up from his papers for her answer.

When it came in the form of, "Nope, sorry," Hisoka wasn't surprised. He'd take a sample of her blood before she left and have it tested later.

"Do you know if you have any allergies, to medication or otherwise?"

This time the girl hesitated, and Hisoka looked up to find her eyes cast upwards and a look of consideration on her face. "Well," she started, dragging out the word as she thought about it, "whenever I pet Rocco - oh, he's this feral cat I named that I sometimes find in the alleys - I get all sneezy and my eyes itch, and when he scratched me my skin puffs up all red and itchy too! Does that count?"

Hisoka blinked a couple of times. "Yes. You're allergic to cats," he stated, thinking it an obvious deduction and not seeing how that could not be clear to her. "Don't touch the cat anymore," he added as he jotted down the information on her sheet. It shouldn't be something he had to tell someone, but apparently he did. He wasn't looking at her, but he knew she was frowning. "You don't know what diseases that cat is carrying. You could already be infected." Then, he dropped his clipboard and pen on the table and walked behind Naku.

"But he's lonely, Hisoka." He heard her continue to talk as he ran his gloved hands over one of her arms. She spoke about how the cat just needing someone who cared, but he was only half paying attention to her words as his eyes critically assessed her skin. It was hard to distinguish between just dirty skin and actual skin spots in some places, but as far as he could tell, there wasn't anything too out of place. He turned around and opened his book again to a section on abnormal skin patterns while Naku continued to have a one-sided argument about the cat.

Satisfied that her skin on her arms was dirty but nonetheless healthy enough, Hisoka moved on to assess her back. At first, it seemed to look much like the rest of her skin, but as he ran his fingers over it he was suddenly aware of an out of place, bumpy patch on the right side of her lower back. He furrowed his brow. She didn't seem to notice, but he squatted behind her and focused his eyes on the patch. It was about the size of his opened palm, and while the skin barely showed any discoloration at all, it was definitely rough and covered in tiny bumps. He frowned. Reaching back for his First-Aid book and flipping through its pages again, Hisoka asked, "Naku, how long has your skin back here been like this?

She twisted where she stood in an attempt to look at her back before reaching a hand back instead. "Oh, this? I don't know, long as I can remember I guess."

"Does it hurt?"

"Mmm, not really, unless I scratch at it too much."

"Does it itch a lot?"

"Ah, I think so? I actually don't really know. I don't think about it anymore," she said. At her words, Hisoka remembered with vivid clarity how off-handedly she had been scratching her back earlier. He'd witnessed first hand just how casually she upset this skin. Frowning yet again, Hisoka stood up.

"I'm going to wrap the area in bandage to prevent you from scratching it. Please don't remove it. Next time you come over, hopefully I'll know exactly what it is that's going on with your skin and I'll have a more permanent solution for you." He moved to set his book back down on his desk and pick up his paper, taking down in quick, tiny handwriting everything he'd observed about Naku's abnormal patch of skin and everything she'd said about it. He'd have to research the details to figure out what it was, what was causing it, and how to heal it, but for the time being a large part of him blamed the afore mentioned feral cat.

As he was focusing on his records, Naku's voice interrupted his thoughts. "You're really taking this seriously, huh?" The question seemed ludicrous, and as such it irritated Hisoka.

"Of course I am. I have nothing else to occupy myself at the moment, so why wouldn't I?" He then began bandaging her before having her put her clothes back on. She protested some when he brought out a syringe even though he assured her that it was clean, but eventually he got the blood sample he wanted.

Naku said good-bye to Hisoka's bird before agreeing to come back in a week's time and leaving him alone. Shutting the door behind him, Hisoka took his seat at his chair. "I never was a fan of cats," he said, flipping through his book. The caged bird chirped a little ways away from him, and Hisoka glanced over and smiled gently at the sound. He watched it hop around its cage for a few moments, before sighing and returning to his research. "I knew you'd agree with me. You're just a bird, after all."

[Father 'Suke]

+5 TP
+10 SP
33|125

[Hisoka]

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Stringed Instruments (Mandolin)
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A skill that allows a user to play a specific Stringed Instrument.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: This skill indicates the player knows how to play at least one stringed instrument. Once this skill is acquired, the character can choose a specific type of stringed instrument. Each time he repeats the course he can add another stringed instrument. Stringed instruments include violins, lyres, harps, lutes, guitars, etc. Basic skill indicates the musician can play simple tunes. Specialization means the character can play more complex tunes and compose simple tunes. Mastery indicates the character is a virtuoso and can compose intricate pieces for his instrument. Those without this skill cannot play any instrument of this type. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

0/10 TP
0/125 SP

The sun hadn't risen for the day, and yet Hisoka was wide awake. It was the very first hours of the morning, and the sun wouldn't grace this land's presence for a good few hours. Hisoka opened his window, inviting the cold night's air into his home. He leaned halfway out of his window and looked down at the dark streets of Kumogakure. Most of the people had long returned home by now. Shop keepers almost all around had closed up their businesses and turned out their lights. And for all the still and quiet that had settled over the town, Hisoka still felt like his eyes could catch shifting in the shadows. Maybe he just didn't trust the dark. On the other, maybe having lived in those shadows for so long made him more perceptive to what lurked there.

Either way, it wasn't life any more and it wasn't his concern. He stepped away from the window, the breeze flowing in serving to cool his warm skin beneath his bed clothes. He was wide awake, whether he wanted to be or not, and so his eyes grazed around his room, lazily looking for something to pass the time with. His mandolin, which he often wore strung around his back but had never yet learned how to do much, sat leaning upright against the wall by his door. He looked at it for a few moments before walking over and picking it up. Maybe it was time he figured out how to use this thing...

Hisoka pulled up a chair next to his open window. He didn't want to turn a light on, so he figured he could use the moonlight to see what his fingers were doing. Besides, the breeze still felt nice. It came in and played with his hair as he looked down at his beloved, unused instrument. Not knowing exactly what he was doing, Hisoka pressed down on the strings on the neck and plucked at them lower down the board. Stray notes rang out his window, only to be hushed moments later by the thick sleepiness of the town. It took a lot of playing with the notes and trying to mimic the pitch of his own voice with the strings, but eventually Hisoka got close to a tune he remembered one of the older girls singing to back when he was very young.

He'd known a girl - she was dead now; he'd found her body mauled and mangled in a cave they and many others had temporarily called home - and she'd always sing this song about God and how he was watching over his people. Hisoka didn't know if he believed in any kind of God, but remembering the tune she sang almost made him homesick for the home he'd always never really had. If anything, it made him miss her. Growing up on the streets, he'd learned to instinctively distrust people, but there were still people like her that made it difficult to be hard-hearted all of the time. In a time when he'd had to grow up fast, her songs made him feel his age, and sometimes he'd needed that.

"From a distance we are instruments, marching in a common land," he sang quietly, his fingers plucking at the strings with amateur accuracy at best. Even so, he kept on, remembering the girl's soft, ever dirtied but smiling face as she'd sing. "God is watching us; God is watching us; God is watching us, from a distance..." Hisoka didn't realize that he'd begun to get emotional until a tear fell from his face and landed with a tiny splash on that girl's old mandolin. He sniffed, eyebrows furrowed, and looked out his window again. 'She shouldn't have died. She deserved to keep living - to keep singing.'

He sighed heavily and looked back down at the small stringed instrument cradled in his arms. "It's still not right," he said to himself, wiping away the tiny spot of wetness that was on it before replacing his fingers to start again. "But I've got all night to get it right." His fingers would hurt by morning if he kept up like this, he knew, but it didn't matter to him. Right now, all he cared about was learning that girl's silly, hopeful little tune on this old instrument. His fingers would heal, and he'd practice until they bleed if that was what it would take. He sang quietly for hours, painstakingly matching the pitch of his strings to his voice. 
 


"From a distance, the world looks blue and green, and the snow-capped mountains white..."

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

+10 tp
+31 sp

You go to 31/125

[Hisoka]

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Limited Invisibility

Rank: "D"

Skill: GenJutsu

Effect: A technique that gives limited Invisibility.

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: ---

Description: Affects anyone who sees the target. The user is able to perform this technique on themselves or the target they touch. The duration of this technique lasts for 50 minutes per class level. This technique may be negated. As invisibility, except this Jutsu only lasts so long as the target does not move or is not touched by another creature. The effect ends immediately once one of these conditions are met.

Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception. Must know Invisibility.

0/10 TP

Hisoka sat at his table, his eyes half-lidded and weighed down by sheer boredom. The very thing he actively sought to avoid in his life was consuming his evening. His cheek sat heavily in his warm palm, his elbow digging into the table's surface as he watched his little bird hop around and groom itself in its cage. While it was true that he enjoyed healing his sole live-in patient, he didn't feel up to performing unnecessary operations presently. And so he watched half-heartedly as the little bird fluffed its feathers for the twentieth time that day before hopping over to its feed bowl.

Hisoka sighed. The breeze coming in through the window swept warm air over his skin, making him feel sleepier than he should for this hour. "Do something interesting, Hisoka Two," he said lazily to the bird. It gave no indication that it even heard him. "If you're not going to entertain me, then I don't want look at you any more." The comment was passive-aggressive at best, but Hisoka was even too lazy to be really insulting.

Then, a small idea entered his mind, and while it wasn't much it was just enough to perk his attention. He sat up in his seat and wove a few hand signs. He could feel his chakra swirl inside him, as if it too was excited by the prospect of finally actually doing something. "Invisibility," he said quietly through a small smile. His energy filled him and flowed readily to his fingertips. He reached out to the cage, slipping his fingers between the cage bars and clicking his tongue to lure the bird closer. He watched, his eyes sparkling gently in anticipation, as the bird studied his fingers curiously before hopping over.

The instant his finger grazed the small creature's feathered head, he felt the smallest bit of his chakra leave him and watched as it coated the bird in a veil of invisibility. Just like that, Hisoka Two was vanished from his sight. Hisoka the original smiled, only to start laughing when bird seed started mysteriously disappearing from the box in little bites again. "That's right, out of my sight," he said, then laughed again. He didn't know why it was so amusing - maybe it was simply because he was desperate to be entertained that something this simple could do the trick - but he found himself laughing and trying to guess the little bird's position in the cage by the sounds it made as it hopped around.

"I wonder if you'd think it funny," he started, once again resting his cheek on his hand as his eyes watched the seemingly empty cage, "if I were the invisible one..." He blinked in silence for a few moments before all at once his jutsu dispelled from the bird and he jumped out of his seat. "That's it, isn't it?" he exclaimed. "If I'm boring myself, I should just disappear, shouldn't I?" And with that train of thought at the forefront of his mind, Hisoka ran through his house, finding the biggest mirror he could find.

In his bathroom, there was a big mirror over the counter, though he had to stand on the bathtub's edge on the opposite side of the room to actually see himself head to toe in it. He wove the hand signs for invisibility. Though he'd never tried the jutsu on himself, he stood on his bathtub wall and carefully considered it mechanics and how it would transfer to himself. When he used it on someone else, all he had to do was picture the world around the subject when he activated the jutsu, and then sort of cover the subject in his chakra. After that, his chakra tended to mold itself to the world around thee subject as long as he kept focus, and even though it never lasted long, that was how it worked. But would it be harder to apply the same thing to himself? For starters, he'd not yet ever even tried to cast a jutsu on himself. He didn't even know how different this would feel...

He took a deep breath, releasing the air through his nose. His feet planted firmly on the tub's edge, Hisoka spoke the words surely: "Invisibility." This time, instead of reaching out and touching something or someone to create invisible, Hisoka held his hand signs where they were and tried to release the chakra over himself. Slowly, he felt it fan out of his finger tips, and when he opened his eyes and looked over at the mirror in front of him, he found himself looking at two thirds of himself, his center slowly but surely disappearing before his very, wide eyes. He let out a short chuckled of sheer excitement and disbelief, but allowing himself to do so caused his focus to lapse, and though he tried to pull himself back together in time, it was too little too late. His footing stirred, and that movement was seemingly the final straw in shattering his justu. The invisible space between his shoulders and his waist shook and wavered before snapping back into clear view.

"Damn it!" Hisoka cursed under his breath, breaking his hand signs when his fists curled in annoyed frustration. "It's fine, it's fine," he told himself. He'd just started trying to use this jutsu on himself rather than someone or something else after all, so it made sense that he wouldn't be able to do it if his focus wasn't there, let alone if he moved around, purposeful or otherwise. Still, the progress was there, so Hisoka resolved to keep at it until he had it down no matter how annoyed with his missteps he may become. He took a calming breath, reminded himself not to move, and brought up his hands again to reform the signs. "Just do it again," he said aloud, "but this time, stay still and keep your shit together long enough to completely disappear, you dumbass."

[KoKoKo]

+10

[Hisoka]

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Oxygen Supply

Rank: "D"

Skill: NinJutsu

Effect: A technique that widens the respiratory passages to allow higher oxygen flow.

Special: ---

Drawback: Must maintain technique for half a round to ensure passages remain open.

Description: User focuses chakra in the hands creating a faint green-white glow around them. The chakra flows into the respiratory system widening the passages and stimulating a flow of oxygen. After half a round the flow is restored. This technique is mostly used for CPR purposes, and to increase airflow from an out of breath person.

Limit: Must be a Medical Doctor.

0/10 TP


Hisoka wouldn’t have guessed that someone was dying in the alley by the way people were walking past without hesitation. Up and down the street, people continued along their way, minding their own business, as if there wasn’t a man flailing desperately in a losing battle for air behind a pile of trash in the alleyway. Hisoka, who had been on a leisurely stroll at the time, was caught at the mouth of the alley. He was debating whether or not he wanted to help the apparently homeless man. From the looks of it, he doubted that there was anything he had to gain from helping him, but he supposed there might be something. If nothing else, he’d have another set of eyes in the streets that’d be in his debt. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had any pressing matters to attend to. If he lingered any longer, the decision would probably be made for him, so Hisoka hurried into the alley.

He found the man slumped against the musty wall of the alley. His hand clutched at the flimsy cloth of his chest. His eyes were wide and practically bugging out of his chest as he frantically tried to pump air through his lungs. Terrified, the man wordlessly pleaded with Hisoka for help. It may or may not have swayed Hisoka under different circumstances, but for now, he was already resigned to doing what he could for the man, so it was beside the point. “I’m going to do what I can to help you, sir,” Hisoka said, kneeling in front of the man and holding his hands out despite not knowing at all what he was about to attempt.

All he really knew was that if he didn’t get air through this man’s airways fast, there’d be nothing left for him to try at all. Hisoka focused his chakra into his hands. His heart was beating in his ear, which was weird considering he didn’t know the man and realistically shouldn’t have cared whether he lived or died right now. Maybe he just didn’t want to fail. Maybe he didn’t mind people dying when he himself wasn’t their last life line. Maybe he just didn’t want to be in the last chapter of this man’s life, and the reason the story didn’t continue.

Whatever it was, it was somehow motivating. Hisoka thought that if he could just somehow get his chakra into the man’s system, maybe he could use it to widen the airways and perform some type of inside out CPR. Hisoka was relieved to see his hands glow faintly, a sure sign that his chakra was in the right place, and he focused on pressing his chakra into the man’s chest. It was an odd sensation – almost like his chakra was acting like an extension of himself, and so he could in an impossible and indescribably way he was feeling and stretching the inside airways of this man’s body – but eventually the man started choking down swallows of air. They were still strained, like something wasn’t exactly right, but at least color was returning to the man’s muddied face. Hisoka kept his hands in place and his chakra flowing for fear that stopping would render his impromptu once again literally breathless.

When he could afford to, the man looked at Hisoka and pointed just below his own neck. “Lodged… there…” the man offered, his words chopped off by whatever was stuck in his throat.

Filled with sudden understanding, Hisoka let out an automatic, “Oh!” However, in the suddenness of his realization, Hisoka had dropped his hands and in doing so caused the man to his temporary breathing capabilities. He could hear the man’s panic is his sudden dead silence, but Hisoka focused soley on dislodging whatever was in the man’s throat. He figured he’d only have one good shot at this, so Hisoka put one hand up to the spot where the man pointed before and took a breath. Closing his eyes, he let his chakra flow out. There was definitely something there – he could feel it obstructing his chakra flow, and it was definitely too big to go down. Meaning, up was the only option.

In one moment, Hisoka had to do two things. He had to loosen and widen the man’s air passages in his neck by force, and before the lodged item fell, Hisoka had to knock the air out of the man as hard as possible to blow the thing up and out. It was crude and hardly a medical procedure, but with his current skills and in this situation, it was all Hisoka could think to do. Afterwards, he’d focus on learning how to better control this technique of providing oxygen to people who were choking but for now, this was going to have to do…

One chakra widened throat and sore gut later, a child’s rubber ball soaked in saliva lay on the alley floor next to Hisoka and the homeless man who was finally breathing, heavily but unrestricted. Hisoka fell back on his butt, actual sweat beading on his forehead. ‘That was harder than expected,’ he thought to himself. He reminded himself that there was still chance that this homeless man was a wealthy wizard in disguise just to see who would save him, but when the man simply thanked Hisoka and walked off, he knew he’d saved a life for nothing.

“Well, maybe not for nothing,” Hisoka mumbled to himself as he stood and brushed himself off. “That was a neat little trick back there. I ought to practice that more. If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll find another person choking soon.” With that, Hisoka stepped back onto the main road and selfishly hoped more people would attempt to swallow rubber balls and cross his path today.

[KoKoKo]

+10

[Hisoka]

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Colorize Cloud

Rank: "D"

Skill: GenJutsu

Effect: Changes the color of a cloud.

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: ---

Description: Affects anyone who sees the cloud. 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 15 hours per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. While viewed as a pointless jutsu, Colorize Cloud is none the less a favorite Jutsu of the performance user. When a single, natural cloud hanging overhead is selected, the user selects a desired color and performs the Jutsu. The cloud changes to the selected color of the user's choice and remains so until the duration of the Jutsu has ended.

Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception.

0/10 TP

Laying on his rooftop was a new pastime for Hisoka, but as the day was coming to close and the warm air was slowly but surely cooling to make room for the night’s chill, Hisoka found that maybe cloud watching every now and then wouldn’t be such a bad way to pass his time. He did live in the Village Hidden in the Clouds after all, so it was a wonder that he hadn’t thought to do this before. Every cloud overhead looked more or less the same, but he found their slow journey across the sky relaxing all the same.

It was not an hour into this new hobby when a commotion from the house beside his own disrupted his peace. He tried to ignore the ruckus that was steadily growing in volume, but when a window flew open and out crawled another human being, Hisoka could hardly help but glance over at that point. A boy probably four or five years younger than himself was climbing onto his own rooftop with all the grace of a newborn Shetland. Still, despite the young boy’s unpolished scaling of his house’s outer wall, Hisoka could see that the boy had the very beginnings of training by the way his feet half held to the wall’s surface. He watched the kid scramble onto the rooftop, only bothering to look away when his stare was caught by the subject of his gaze and the boy’s voice angrily called out, “What do you want?”

Hisoka considered answering that question honestly with any of the numerous things he wanted, but in the end just looked back up at the clouds. For a good few minutes the only sound in the air between the two houses was the occasional sniffle from the boy. He was clearly feeling emotional about whatever had gone on in his house, but Hisoka couldn’t really relate. When you never have things to start with, you find that not having things along the way is easier to deal with. When you’ve never known love, hate is commonplace. Sadness that manifested as tears just wasn’t something he was familiar with, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t recognize that other people felt it.

Some people liked to be alone when they were distraught, and others liked to have company. Hisoka watched the clouds and wandered which kind of person his little neighbor was until the young voice filled their bit of the sky once again. “Does your mom ever yell at you for stupid junk?” The question was innocent. Hisoka was only fourteen after all and surely looked about that, so it made sense that a stranger would assume he was living with his parents.

He didn’t bother looking over at the boy, nor did he bother setting any record straight. “No.”

The kid laughed lightly. “Lucky. Mine’s always nagging me about cleaning up or training,” the kid complained. Hisoka heard something tumble down the roof and fall all the way to the ground, so he assumed the kid kicked something.

“Sounds terrible,” Hisoka said, and for the most part he supposed he believed it. He’d never had anyone nagging him to do anything like that and he liked it just fine. He’d never had parents and wasn’t jealous of people who did have them. But most importantly, he had enough of an idea of how this kid operated to guess that this was what the kid wanted to hear.

“It is,” the kid sighed, and Hisoka prided himself just slightly in having guessed right. The sun was just starting to touch the horizon, and the land was veiled in the golden light that came an hour after sunrise and an hour before sunset every day. They were quiet for a few minutes again before the kid said, “Do you wanna see something cool?”

Slowly, Hisoka’s eyes finally drifted once more to the other rooftop where he found the boy sitting criss-cross. As if just having his attention was confirmation enough, the boy weaved a couple of simple hand signs that Hisoka had no trouble following before shouting, “Red!” Because he was staring up into the sky, Hisoka followed his line of vision upwards… In the sky directly above him was a bright red cloud. Hisoka blinked a couple of times just to be sure that he was seeing it right. When it didn’t revert back to its original off-white color, Hisoka sat up.

“You can change cloud colors?”

“Yeah! It’s easy!”

Hisoka narrowed his eyes at the boy. “How?”

The boy seemed smug about the fact that he apparently knew how to do something his senior could not, so it was clear when he reveled in this moment. “Well, you just weave these signs,” he started, showing the hand signs slower this time though Hisoka had caught them already, “and then you think about the color you want the cloud to become real hard. It’s like… well, I imagine my chakra turning the color I want to see, and then I just sort of throw it at the cloud!” The boy was grinning, but Hisoka wasn’t convinced. He felt like it would need to be a lot more than that, but he turned his attention upwards anyway.

He wove the hand signs and imagined a vivid purple. He tried to pretend that his chakra was purple, and when he’d picked a cloud relatively near by, he attempted to take his chakra and ‘throw it at the cloud’. The result: a muddy, lilac colored cloud. He heard the boy laugh loudly and tried not to look as irritated as he felt. “Is that what you were trying to do?” the kid asked blatantly mockingly.

Hisoka took a breath before lying. “Yes.”

He watched the boy do it again, this time calling out, “blue!” and turning a cloud ocean blue in shade. Again Hisoka’s turn, he wove the signs and refused to be out done by a little kid. This time, annoyance and displeasure fueling him, Hisoka flung out his chakra, painting a somewhat large cloud entirely void black. “Wooooow,” the kid marveled, and finally Hisoka could lean back and retire from this silly challenge the victor. “You’re still not as good as me though,” the kid said, and Hisoka didn’t waste his breath arguing. He just let himself be entertained by the kid as he continued to change cloud after cloud in the sky while the sun slowly set in the distance. From where Hisoka was laying, the clouds looked like splotches of paint on a sunset canvas, and it wasn’t bad at all.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

+8 nice post but most isn't training.

[Hisoka]

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Colorize Cloud

Rank: "D"

Skill: GenJutsu

Effect: Changes the color of a cloud.

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: ---

Description: Affects anyone who sees the cloud. 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 15 hours per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. While viewed as a pointless jutsu, Colorize Cloud is none the less a favorite Jutsu of the performance user. When a single, natural cloud hanging overhead is selected, the user selects a desired color and performs the Jutsu. The cloud changes to the selected color of the user's choice and remains so until the duration of the Jutsu has ended.

Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception.

(OOC: I hope these proportions are better!)

TP 8/10

The following night, there was no unwelcome ruckus from any of the houses in Hisoka's vicinity - no quarreling family noise to be ignored, and no complaining young kid to entertain. This evening was like most evenings around Hisoka's part of town: quiet. The sun was setting behind the mountains and the winds were settling down, transitioning from the wild, passionate gusts of day to the soft, barely felt whispers of the night. This, with the golden glow over the civilian town as it slowed down and prepared to sleep, was Hisoka's favorite time of day.

Above, the clouds meandered by as they tended to do, and contentedly Hisoka watched them. They were all back to their normal off-white color despite what he and the young boy in the house adjacent his - it was mostly the young boy's doing to be honest - had done to them the night before. Hisoka had thought that after last night, he'd never again bother with coloring the clouds. It was effort that yielded no physical reward after all, nor was there anything to gain from it in the future, so why bother? And yet, as he watched off-white cloud but off-white cloud drift by, he felt almost bored. He never really got bored watching them before, but now the felt too bland against the orange and pink sunset painted sky.

He thought about what he'd had to do yesterday to change their color. The boy had said something about imagining his chakra a certain color and then projecting it up and painting the clouds with it. To him, it felt like making a blanket and then wrapping the cloud in it, or at least that's what it had felt like the couple of times he'd done it before. Slowly, Hisoka wove the hand signals, his hands practically laying on his chest, for all the energy he could muster was not quite enough to lift them any higher. His chakra started swirling in his gut, suddenly making his horizontal position uncomfortable.

With a grunt of effort, Hisoka leaned back, his legs lifting off the ground, before he rolled forward, using the momentum to hop onto his feet. Just getting up was almost more trouble that coloring the clouds was worth, but he was already standing, so he might as well give it a shot. Already, the chakra started to churn through the rest of his chakra networks, and as he looked up at the clouds and picked out his target, he imagined a a soft teal color. That, he thought, might look nice against the current sky. He focused on the color until he felt confident that his chakra had warmed up to it, before releasing it outward and upward.

In a gentle wave, a splash of teal overtook the cloud, its color hitting it just off center and spreading outward until the entire thing was a pastel puddle in the sky. Hisoka smiled. He sat down and watched it drift off, until it was far enough away that he could no longer distinguish the finer edges in its shape. Then, he looked up again, picking a new target. This one, he thought, would look better in lilac.

Hisoka continued on this way until only hours before morning. Pastel colored clouds trailing from his house to lands beyond his view. He didn't know how long the jutsu would last. All he knew was that when he stopped, it was not for boredom or fatigue, but rather because he'd never felt as drained of chakra as he did when he went to bed that morning.