First Prayer of Zassou (training)
Aug 9, 2015 15:43:18 GMT -7
Post by 祈 on Aug 9, 2015 15:43:18 GMT -7
Inori stared at the ceiling in the middle of the night. Something was keeping her up and she knew her father was sleeping. He snored way to loudly, and she knew how to get out of the house. Once out she would call her three little butterfly children, and walk to the flower lot where she had hidden the rest of her butterflies. Once there she didn't know what she would do.
Trusting her her intuition she slipped through the side door, past the servant's quarters, and into the garden and hope the fence into the alley. Almost before she knew it she was walking down the dirt road searching for her purpose. She still didn't know why was awake. She just needed to be outside, son the crisp hours of morning she walked feeling she skin bubble into goosebumps.
As as she held her arms stemming the dew from her body she felt the little scars on her fingers and palms. Picking at them as she often did when nervous she itched as they felt particularly irritated. These marks were scars her father had made into her ages ago, the operation hurt for days. She picked at her middle finger tip scar, biting at it. Then *skkkct* it split open. Never had this happened before, she gingerly sucked on her finger letting the blood drain away.
Then her tongue happened upon something. Something wrong. She pulled her finger out of her mouth and walked up in a light to see better. Under the few drops of blood was a little green thing. She tried to pick it out with her finger nails but to no avail. Was it an infection? Was at dangerous?Suddenly worried she shoved chakra into her fingertips. Then ever so naturally, ever so slowly a little vine peaked out and began to grow.
Inori looked bugeyed at the little green thing coming from her finger. Curious she pressed more and hidden roots ate her chakra and from it the vine grew longer and longer. Six inches, a foot, two feet. Ten feet... Longer. Inori yelled at the massive length and as she did three more vine busted from her right hand fingers and began growing vines. She looked at her hand. Her fingers growing these strange tendrils.
She he then looked at the other hand finger tips and from them four more grew. She let them grow horrified and excited all at the same time. The vines growing longer and stronger. She could feel the roots dig into her chakra veins and she could feel the itching in her arms fade away. Inori then stopped stunned.
She really was a monster.
Tear fell down her cheeks as she kneeled on the ground. Ten foot long vines dragging on the ground around her. She was a monster. She had always been told she was a monster. Her father was right, she looked at her hands and the vines wipped and moved.
Surprised she lifted one hand and willed, just like she would her fingers or any other natural part of her body, so wiggle. Her vines obeyed, she stretched them twisted them, made shapes with them. They moved just as naturally as any part of her.
Looking at the strange sight she lifted her other hand and seeing the palms dotted with three more scars ripped all six open from both hands in a tear filled fit of rage. The vines sprague to life, bolting from their skin held prison and shot out latching onto a doorknob a few feet away. Like it was nothing she untangled her vines and moved them quickly all about her, wagging them around her, she quickly used them to pick up rocks and see what they could do.
She quickly found that though thin the vines were quite strong. She pushed herself off the ground with th vines alone. She reached her hand up and snagged a roof with one hand and chucked herself up into the roof with ease. The vines catching her fall and suspending her as she would will it. Her butterflies landing softly on her shoulder comforting her. She whispered to herself, scared, she then wrapped the vines around telephone poles and threw herself again. She could swing on the vines latch onto things, and control the finger and Palm vines like they were always part of her. The itching must have been from the vines being trapped for so long.
How long had she had these things inside her? She didn't care she was a monster and she stood floating above a roof her vines wrapped around various poles and handholds suspending her in the air fifty feet above the ground.
Hand Vine Manipulation
Rank: "D" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu; Passive
Effect: Allows a Zassou member to manipulate vines in their hands.
Special: ---
Drawback: Cannot use hand vines until this technique is learned.
Description: A form of training that allows a clan member to manipulate vines from different portions of their bodies. Because the vines are threaded through the users chakra system, this allows them to control those vines. The Zassou will learn how to send the vines in and out from their hands, as well as how to control them more precisely.
Limit: Must be a Zassou.
Trusting her her intuition she slipped through the side door, past the servant's quarters, and into the garden and hope the fence into the alley. Almost before she knew it she was walking down the dirt road searching for her purpose. She still didn't know why was awake. She just needed to be outside, son the crisp hours of morning she walked feeling she skin bubble into goosebumps.
As as she held her arms stemming the dew from her body she felt the little scars on her fingers and palms. Picking at them as she often did when nervous she itched as they felt particularly irritated. These marks were scars her father had made into her ages ago, the operation hurt for days. She picked at her middle finger tip scar, biting at it. Then *skkkct* it split open. Never had this happened before, she gingerly sucked on her finger letting the blood drain away.
Then her tongue happened upon something. Something wrong. She pulled her finger out of her mouth and walked up in a light to see better. Under the few drops of blood was a little green thing. She tried to pick it out with her finger nails but to no avail. Was it an infection? Was at dangerous?Suddenly worried she shoved chakra into her fingertips. Then ever so naturally, ever so slowly a little vine peaked out and began to grow.
Inori looked bugeyed at the little green thing coming from her finger. Curious she pressed more and hidden roots ate her chakra and from it the vine grew longer and longer. Six inches, a foot, two feet. Ten feet... Longer. Inori yelled at the massive length and as she did three more vine busted from her right hand fingers and began growing vines. She looked at her hand. Her fingers growing these strange tendrils.
She he then looked at the other hand finger tips and from them four more grew. She let them grow horrified and excited all at the same time. The vines growing longer and stronger. She could feel the roots dig into her chakra veins and she could feel the itching in her arms fade away. Inori then stopped stunned.
She really was a monster.
Tear fell down her cheeks as she kneeled on the ground. Ten foot long vines dragging on the ground around her. She was a monster. She had always been told she was a monster. Her father was right, she looked at her hands and the vines wipped and moved.
Surprised she lifted one hand and willed, just like she would her fingers or any other natural part of her body, so wiggle. Her vines obeyed, she stretched them twisted them, made shapes with them. They moved just as naturally as any part of her.
Looking at the strange sight she lifted her other hand and seeing the palms dotted with three more scars ripped all six open from both hands in a tear filled fit of rage. The vines sprague to life, bolting from their skin held prison and shot out latching onto a doorknob a few feet away. Like it was nothing she untangled her vines and moved them quickly all about her, wagging them around her, she quickly used them to pick up rocks and see what they could do.
She quickly found that though thin the vines were quite strong. She pushed herself off the ground with th vines alone. She reached her hand up and snagged a roof with one hand and chucked herself up into the roof with ease. The vines catching her fall and suspending her as she would will it. Her butterflies landing softly on her shoulder comforting her. She whispered to herself, scared, she then wrapped the vines around telephone poles and threw herself again. She could swing on the vines latch onto things, and control the finger and Palm vines like they were always part of her. The itching must have been from the vines being trapped for so long.
How long had she had these things inside her? She didn't care she was a monster and she stood floating above a roof her vines wrapped around various poles and handholds suspending her in the air fifty feet above the ground.
Hand Vine Manipulation
Rank: "D" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu; Passive
Effect: Allows a Zassou member to manipulate vines in their hands.
Special: ---
Drawback: Cannot use hand vines until this technique is learned.
Description: A form of training that allows a clan member to manipulate vines from different portions of their bodies. Because the vines are threaded through the users chakra system, this allows them to control those vines. The Zassou will learn how to send the vines in and out from their hands, as well as how to control them more precisely.
Limit: Must be a Zassou.