Choice or illusion? [P/SumQ]

[Solus]

Choice or illusion?

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ust another pub, like there were many in the old district of Otafuku Gai. It was a place typical for the old district. As soon as you entered the smell of beer and smoke entered your nostrils whilst the sound of a hundred conversations at once assaulted your ears. The ochre walls were covered with a myriad of various stains, varying between grease, beer and port to less identifiable sources. The wall opposite to the door was lined with high oaken cabinets which were filled to the top with bottles of various liquids and empty glasses. In front of these cabinets a bar stretched across the room, on one side occupied by countless chairs where people sat conversing and drinking the local dark stout, whereas on the other side a bartender was shining his glasses with a piece of cloth when he was not serving drinks. High tables were spread around the rest of the floor, each surrounded by a set of barstools which too harboured people. Empty seats were scarce but empty tables were impossible to find. Luckily the place had a high ceiling as at least a third of the customers were smoking, blanketing the ceiling with a light blue and greyish cloud that would otherwise be hanging around your heads.

To the right of the door a small band was preparing. Two men were picking their guitar strings, tuning their instruments. A drummer was screwing the last piece of his instrument in place and a violinist was still unpacking his gear as the last man, who was probably the singer was hooking up a microphone. Next to the bartenders, the customers and these men there also were two ladies in their mid twenties who were serving drinks from large plates which they precariously balanced on one hand, filled with drinks that were mostly stouts and scotch. The hiring criteria were clear, they were quite well endowed and their dresses were low cut. One had red hair and the other was a brunette, both wearing their hair in a tight bun to prevent it from being saturated with beer. There were at least fifty, if not sixty people in this room, which was about fifteen by ten meters in size, what had brought you here? Perhaps it was a search for some respite, or perhaps to shield yourself from the rain outside? Whatever the reason, you found yourself here.

[Amelie]

Tamako, the young Hyuuga has left the village on leave. It has been a long time since she had a holiday and so thought she could go to Otafuku Gai to check out what's up. Eventually she had everything packed, a few changes of clothes and the many equipment she thought she would need. Being on holiday didn't mean it was safe in the ninja world, having the normal gear as if going on a mission couldn't hurt. Tamako brought a mobile operations bag packed with clothes, a carefully packed rifle crossbow modified with various gimmicks enabling her to unpack them to make a fully functional crossbow again. Of course the crossbow needed some 100 bolts (100x Arrowhead: Concussion, 100x Shaft: Flechette, 100x Fletching: Razor Blade), which were all loaded inside the 10 magazines modified to hold five types of ammo. She also packed a gas mask with two filters, 4 inch flashlight, two glow sticks, compass and world map, two wireless radios, some fifteen flints, a gem and a rebreather. She wore a gauntlet and greves for protection as well.

She clipped a binocular and a sniper goggle which is modified with many enhancements on the side of this bag, this would look pretty normal to the rest of the world and nobody would suspect she was combat ready at any time. Tamako has chosen to wear a nice dark blue kimono which was also stuffed with hidden weapons. One kunai was well hidden from view under her kimono's right sleeve, another kunai was on the other sleeve, an explosive tag attached to it. There were two more exploding tags and three exploding mine hidden inside pockets with a multi-tool for every situation. She also had a Leaf style tactical vest over the kimono with only a cover listening devices inside the pockets. Around her waist would sit a butt bag housing a red dot sight and at least five flints to make fire with. The Hyuuga hoped she didn't forget anything else, on the other hand she hasn't brought much money to speak off. Having the Hyuuga credit card however was pretty useful.

Black hair with a few strands of hair springing from her head, kept together with white bands at the height of her ears in two pony-tails was Tamako's signature looks. The ponytails fall over her shoulders. She ran around the town in search of a roof over her head and to outrun the rain. When she enters this pub one could see this girl had a mole on her right side of her neck, easily spotted thanks to the slender neck. Tamako wore small jewel necklace and a bright round earing glittered when they were revealed. At first glance she noticed the smell and the noise of this place. There were easily 50 people enjoying this pub, the musicians seemed ready to play at any time. The girl quickly closed the doors and stepped into the perfectly lit room, the only problem she had with this place was the amount of smoke. She knew this was a pub but just seeing these smokers made it less bearable.

It was impossible to find a place at the table, she opted for a single unoccupied seat at a table that had a few people sitting and who looked at least more civilised. Tamako pointed at the free seat with her gloved hands, these gauntlets were modified to be able to deliver elemental damage and also allowed bare fingers for Jyuuken"Excuse me ladies and gentleman, may I sit at this table with you? I'll not be a bother." she awaited a response from them. Meanwhile she noticed at least two ladies who tended to the tables, they had a low cut uniform which in her opinion was too short. She assumed this pub probably had what they had in Leaf without even looking at the menu. Many people seem to favor nice looking beverages containing alcohol, she on other hand prefered a simple lemonade. I hope they have that here at least.

[Skulking Shinzu]

Zuruel let out a groan as the rain soaked through his grey (and rather tattered looking) cloak. “Why?” He questioned before giving the skies a glare. Despite half expecting the act of intimidation to work, the action was greeted with nothing more than the continuous pitter patter of raindrops. “Just… Why?” The defeated assassin began to slouch. He needed to find some shelter before his arsenal of weaponry began to rust. Assuming that was even possible. Zuruel was never the type to care much for durability or water proofing when it came to katana after all. All that mattered to him was the quality of the edge. Being an assassin, he seldom ever needed to test the craftsmanship of a blade through a second strike. 

“There.” He muttered to himself coldly. Despite his large size and rather bulky frame, Zuruel’s voice sounded rather emotionless and lacked energy or enthusiasm. “Hello?” The introduction escaped Zuruel’s lips, only for it to be drowned out by a sea of chatter upon entering the lively pub. Clearly, the muscle-bound fool had no idea what he was doing. Simply, he stood there by the entrance awkwardly whilst expecting some sort of waiter or waitress to notice and direct him towards a table. Of course, no such thing would happen. This was no restaurant.

“Hm…” Despite the lack of assistance, Zuruel’s towering seven foot frame certainly was beginning to draw in attention from several tables. No doubt, his wild swept back hair and the jagged scar on the left portion of his cheek also contributed to this. “This is beginning to feel awkward.” He thought to himself as he began to pat himself dry. Underneath the cloak, his white martial artist-esque clothing felt relatively dry in comparison to the layer of fabric above. The four sheathed katana strapped to his waist also appeared to have been spared from the rain thanks to the cloak, which due to being knee-length, also served to keep the weaponry somewhat out of view (albeit poorly).

The katanas themselves each appeared to have a Hiraishin symbol marked onto the base of the hilt. Each katana also contained six explosive seals underneath the grip. However, unless someone had the gift of X-ray vision, only Zuruel would know of this fact. “All here.” For extra security and peace of mind, the assassin also patted along his cloak, ensuring that the pockets contained two gas masks, four gas mask filters, four smoke grenades, four tear gas grenades and a massive stack of exploding tags (x136). He didn’t want an embarrassment on his hands by having to run back to the local inn to fetch any forgotten weaponry in his room. “Hello. May I be served?” He asked once again rather stiffly. Despite moving slightly from his original location, he was still blocking the doorway in a rather rude and brash manner despite his best intentions. “Perhaps I should head back to the inn… This establishment is far too… Social for me.”

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Cloak Type 3 (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Tailor, Slot Holder, Holds 15 Slots (15 for Items of Scroll Length), Cloak/Harness
Effect: A Cloak that holds an amount of items inside without giving a hint that the cloak may actually hold items inside.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture A Harness and Cloak that attaches to one another. This harness is attached to the chest to be held up right that have long strips of leather reaching down to the cloak that attaches to the end of the cloak. Consider each strip to be a thick belt that attaches to the chest harness. Each harness has 5 pouches that holds 1/2 a slot each. These pouches are scroll length so they are able to hold knives, senbon, kunai and other items that are the same length as a scroll. This Cloak only has 6 belts that have a total of 15 slots to carry items inside. When hands are hidden inside user gains a +10 circumstance bonus to Sleight of Hand and Pick Pocket.
Limit: These type of items may be bought inside any Tailor Shop.
Cost: 1,700 Ryo

Butt Bag Type 2 (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Tailor, Slot Holder, Holds 8 Slots (8 for Items of Scroll Length), Bag
Effect: A waist pack worn with the pouch in back.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture A pack worn at the back along a belt at the waist. Water repellent collar with drawstring pack with quick release closures attached to 1 inch cinch straps and a top carry handle. It has a vented bottom with keeper clips to attach to the belt, or straps to wrap around a belt. The compartment has the dimensions Height of 7 inches Width of 15 inches and Depth of 4 inches. The interior holds 8 slots of scroll length as well as main objects that fit in the same dimensions. Normally extra clothes is held in this spot as well as other non combative supplies.
Limit: These type of items may be bought inside any Tailor Shop.
Cost: 1,140 Ryo

[2 Filter Slots] Gas Mask (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Gadget, Survival, Mask
Effect: A protective mask used to cover a person's face as a defense against poisonous gas.
Special: ---
Drawback: Does not protect against skin absorption concoctions.
Description: A mask put on over the face to protect the wearer from inhaling "airborne pollutants" and toxic gases. Gas masks have a limited useful lifespan that is related to the absorbent capacity of the filter. The traditional gas mask style with two small circular eye windows originated when the only suitable material for these eye windows was Perspex; as glass is notoriously brittle, glass eye windows had to be kept small and thick. Some have one or two filters attached to the face piece. Some have a large filter connected to the face piece by a hose.
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Gadget Shop.
Cost: 5,000 Ryo to house 1 Filter; 7,000 Ryo to house 2 Filters

[x4] Gas Mask Filter: A
Rank: "C"
Type: Secondary, 1 per Slot, Gadget, Survival, Filter
Effect: Gas mask filters are used to remove poisonous chemicals and deadly bacteria in the air when breathing in.
Special: ---
Drawback: Once the filter has been saturated with hazardous chemicals, it ceases to provide protection and the user may be injured.
Description: Picture This gas mask filter stops gas particles of Common Value. Mask Filters have a diameter of 2.5 inches and a height of 4.3 inches while weighing 0.7 lbs. Listed below states how strong the filter is and how well it goes against airborne Pathogens .
Conventional Usages - Lifespan of filter for conventional breathing is 8 hours.
Common Airborne Pathogens - Every minute breathing in Common Airborne Pathogens takes away 15 minutes of the Conventional Usages (Lasts 32 Minutes)
Limit: These items may be bought inside any Gadget Shop.
Cost: 1,000 Ryo Each

[x4] Sword, Longsword (Overview)
Rank: "C"
Type: Main, Piercing/Slashing, Sword
Effect: Swords that slash hack, dice and anything else within this genre that reaches a certain length.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Sword with a blade between 3 feet to 4. These weapons range from any types of blades such as the long Sword, the Falchion, Katana, Tachi, Jian, Rapier, the Scimitr, the Shinai, and Waster. Any of these weapons or any weapon that fits within the length is considered as a long sword.
Limit: These types of weapons may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop
Cost: 4,000 Ryo

[x4] Grenade: Smoke
Rank: "C"
Type: Secondary, 1 per Slot, Explosive, Grenade
Effect: A Grenade that gives off thick smoke when it explodes; used to make a smoke screen or to mark a position.
Special: ---
Drawback: May harm the user if not thrown right.
Description: Smoke grenades are used as ground-to-ground or ground-to-air signaling devices, target or landing zone marking devices, and screening devices for unit movement. The body is a sheet-steel cylinder with emission holes in the top and bottom. These allow the smoke to be released when the grenade is ignited. Two main types exist, colored smoke (for signaling) and screening smoke. It fills an area radius of 15 meters with thick smoke. The smoke may come in different colors if the user wishes. Different color smoke could be used for information value if need. It takes 6 seconds before it explodes.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 1,500 Ryo Each

[x4] Grenade: Tear Gas
Rank: "B"
Type: Secondary, 1 per Slot, Explosive, Grenade
Effect: A grenade that produces a gas that makes the eyes smart and water, thus producing a temporary blindness. Used to quell riots.
Special: ---
Drawback: May harm the user if not thrown right.
Description: Tear gas works by irritating mucous membranes in the eyes, nose, mouth and lungs, and causes crying, sneezing, coughing, hard breathing, pain in the eyes, temporary blindness, etc. The grenade irritates the eyes, nose, mouth, and lungs which would cause crying, sneezing, coughing, hard breathing, pain in the eyes, and temporary blindness against an opponent for 3 rounds within 5 meters radius and irritates the eyes, nose, mouth, and lungs which would cause crying, sneezing, coughing, hard breathing, pain in the eyes, and temporary blindness against an opponent for 2 rounds within 15 meters radius from the point of origin. It takes 6 seconds before it explodes.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 4,000 Ryo Each

[x160] Tag: Exploding
Rank: "A"
Type: Secondary, 80 per Slot, Explosive, Tag
Effect: Exploding tags are scraps of paper inscribed with a special writing, centering on the kanji for "explode" (爆, baku). Infused with chakra, they will explode after a set amount of time, remotely, or after being ignited by flame. The tags can be attached to a surface or wrapped around a weapon to be thrown at an enemy.
Special: ---
Drawback: May harm the user if not put right.
Description: Paper that is 2 inches by 6 inches in size and 0.039" (1 mil) thick. These papers are exploding tags that are able to harm and kill opponents or just simply explode within a certain radius. They can be placed on targets, wrap around a weapon, or even thrown at opponents. Tags have a killing diameter of 1 meter, and a wounding diameter of 2 meters. Tags can be activated to explode within 6 seconds, or by a simple technique. May be attached to 3 items without taking up room in a single slot.
Limit: These types of items may be capable of being bought inside any Weapon Shop.
Cost: 12,000 Ryo per Slot, or 150 Ryo Each.

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A girl on the right arm and a girl on the left arm of me, clinging. Several young girls' crowds around me in a giant circle as we walk. I look up at the time ahead on a large clock tower. I click my tongue as time escaped me. "Alright ladies, that is all for today. I have some things to take care and gig to work." They all give me a dissatisfy aw noise. I get my arms free and run past the crowd. I get home and run past everyone there before they have can greet me. I change into my Tactical Vest first. A Tactical Vest to protect me from an impact of projectiles and shrapnel explosions. Of course, I get some pants that dark green with running sandals. Next, I get my white robe over the vest, a long, loose, or flowing gown, or outer garment worn by men or women. Normally for ceremonial dress, but I am using it for my gig. The tactical vest just in case some husband get some funny ideas. In fact, I had better grab some of my weapons too.

Husbands and boyfriends can be a scary thing to deal with. I grab my mobile operations bag packed with clothes, a packed rifle crossbow modified with a number of gimmick enhancements enabling me to unpack them to make a fully functional crossbow again. Why do I need this, because people are scary. Next, I pack my 100 bolts (100x Arrowhead: Concussion, 50x Shaft: Flechette, 45x Fletching: Razor Blade), with each having 10 magazines modified to hold five different types of ammo. Yeah, come at me brah! I pack my gas mask with two filters just in case for smoke, tear gas or anything like that. I pack my Tag: Elemental: Ice 80x within my robe inner sleeves, compass, and a rebreather. I have my gauntlet and greaves too on me.

Packed some kunax3 within my clothes sleeves, you know I should get more at some point. I pack my Binoculars. Hm, what else I should bring if things get messy, I think to myself. Oh, my Zooming Vision - Max and Ultima get packed. All right, I think I have everything with me. Maybe over the top, but some husbands/boyfriends are fellow ninjas. I can put together my stuff later as I head out with my bag. A bit heavy, but better to be safe than sorry. I make it to the gig, not as fast I like too but on time. I liked to be early, but it is what it is. I go backstage to the pub and prepare to go on stage. This place is nothing big or fancy, but I will not deny any gig right now. The music begins playing and they call for my name. I step on stage and look at the packed plus. It much bigger than I had thought. "HEY EVERYONE, ARE YOU READY?!" This just gets some people attention. "Come on everyone, ARE YOU READY?!" This time it gets louder and more people are involved. I throw my hands up and signal the countdown while my foot taps the floor. Three….two…one. "YEEAAAAAAAAH!"

[Solus]

S

liding onto a seat next to a half occupied table Tamako would be hailed with a set of grunts that varied from not caring to mildly amused. One of the waitresses immediately spotted the patron without a glass and moved over to request if there was anything she desired. The other patron came by means of the doorway, being slightly larger than any other being present and thus garnishing some attention. Upon his request about something to drink the owner behind the bar would temporarily cease his glass polishing to face you, inquiring what it was that you desired exactly then.

At this point a man stepped onto the stage, shouting at the crowd. He tapped the floor with his foot, ending his shouts with a loud “YEEAAAAAAAAH!” As soon as the sound had escaped his throat he would find himself facing a completely empty tavern. One could hear a needle falling, so deafening was the silence. Immediately from behind one of the bandmembers would empty a pitcher of rancid cold beer in Seto’s neck. From baskets under the tables the patrons would collectively grab some slightly rotten tomatoes which they would immediately after lob at the ‘singer’ on stage, covering him gelatinous red and green fluid that smelled oddly sulphuric. A few would be handed to Tamako and Zuruel to have their own go at the stranger on the stage. The crowd started to boo at this point requesting this lunatic to get off the stage and let the actual band play. Clearly these people knew the band and recognised you as not being a part of it. With the bottom of his guitar the lead player of the band tried to shove you off stage if you were not getting off on your own accord fast enough.

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Soooooooo… The band was going to be integral to the story, but yah, that’s gone now. You just cannot take over a GM’s NPC’s like that mate. So, yeh you’re fucked.

So yeah… Sorry for this post with little to react to if you are not Geno, I will need to reset the stage for a new plot next turn.

[Amelie]

The people she asked if she could sit in the empty chair at their place didn't really care at all, they were grunting and nodding at the same time. "Well then" she seated herself. The atmosphere changed a little as a few people looked at the new arrival at the doors. This guy was really huge, more so than the patrons already in the pub. Her observation would help her discern a few more details about this guy once she had a closer look at him but just from the glance he didn't look anything special to her. Tamako's attention jumped towards the waitress that asked her what she wanted. "Hmm, do you have any soft drink without alcohol? Just give me the one you'd recommend, thank you." she wasn't in a choosy mood right now and anything non-alcoholic would do just fine.

The band was also ready to play when some lunatic screamed, also tapping his feet to get a countdown. Tamako was expecting something definitely much better from a showoff like this guy so she booed him, the singing was about just average, maybe even below average. She certainly didn't like the style though, and the people here certainly didn't. The man seems to doing that bad, that one of the band members poured something on his neck. Patrons began to grab some rotten tomatoes from underneath a basket of some sort to throw at this strange singer, some were passed to her as well. Tamako really didn't like throwing stuff at people, she continued to boo the poor guy but hasn't thrown anything.

She was now looking much closer at the man, he reminded her of someone from the family line. Yes, it was coming to her, his eyes were definitely a Hyuuga and this was one of branch members since she knew most of the main branch. Tamako stopped booing and stood up "You there!" she pointed at Seto and raised her voice, "Come off stage and come here." if the man came she would whisper "You don't want to make a fuss about it. Why not buy a round for everyone?" now she would probably be associated with this guy, having the same eyes and all.

If by any means the Hyuuga didn't listen to her she would resort to taunting him, using some really disgusting words about his singing. If the man would recognize her, he would surely stop acting so weird. After all it would bring a shame upon the Hyuuga if one of them started a bar fight. Not that she was fond of the clan though, there were certain rules she is going to change after she finishes with her father.

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Taunted Seto

[Skulking Shinzu]

“Greetings.” Zuruel muttered before moving his burly frame towards the bar area in order to converse with the owner. “One alcohol please. Your strongest variety.” Despite the confident words, in reality, Zuruel had no idea what he was doing. He had never ordered an alcoholic drink before, let alone actually let anything remotely intoxicating past his lips. He couldn’t even comprehend what the ‘strongest’ alcoholic drink in the building would taste like. However, due to all the happy and cheerful faces surrounding him, he couldn’t really pass up an opportunity to try some of this alcoholic nonsense.

“Eh?” Zuruel turned to face the stage as an unholy screech filled the air. “What manner of demon has been summoned?” As the assassin’s cold glare focused on the stage, a sense of shock filled his soul. “Seto!?” The assassin’s heart jolted upon recognising the white-robed buffoon. Before Zuruel could act, the heavy silence would be broken by a series of ‘squelching’ noises as a hail of red fruit whizzed towards Seto’s figure. “Oh. Thank you.” Zuruel simply smiled as he was handed a tomato of his own. Although he didn’t wish to cause his so called ally any harm, he simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to feel as one with the room by engaging in this social activity. “Apologies!” He yelled before lobbing the tomato at Seto's general vicinity. Assuming Seto didn't purposely step into the fruit's trajectory, then the makeshift projectile would simply whiz past the target and hit the wall harmlessly behind him. It was enough for Zuruel to know that he could of hit Seto squarely against the forehead if he wanted to. There was no need to actually do it and start a fight.

“Ah… So this is that so-called mob mentality I read about.” Zuruel pondered whilst waiting for his drink to arrive. He also couldn’t help but take note of a voice emanating from his left. “Interesting.” Zuruel grinned to himself as the voice commanded Seto to purchase more drinks. Despite having never met this girl before, there was an odd sense of familiarity about her. “She bears the same eyes as Seto… Some sort of blood relative?” Regardless of who or what she was, Zuruel knew one simple fact from his short time spent with Seto. He was a ruffian that listened to no one’s whims other than his own. “This will be good.” He thought to himself in anticipation of Seto blowing a fuse and attacking the girl.

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Aggressive mode: activated! Soon as I catch on what they are doing, I begin doing a little song aloud in a small tune and create a sound barrier around myself. The barrier is a lot pitch note and anything that I feel get too close be redirected into a different direction, most often hitting behind me. However, the cold beer had happened and created a form of rage that is not often seen. My back is wet and feeling sticky from the cold liquid. Do these motherfuckers are not aware I can murder them before they can even react?! Before I can get a chance to begin sing the bar final requiem of death, I take a notice of a few things. First, I see Zuruel enter the bar and a young female voice pops up that catches my attention. Zuruel had thrown a tomato at me, but purposely missing. I take a good look at the girl who called on me and I stop in my track.

Shit, not only Zuruel but also a main branch here?! If I caught trouble in front of a main or destroy everyone here would be bad with those two. My face that bright red in anger but has a devil grin across my face. "Be aware, your requiem will be heard before this day is over." I walk off stage while my barrier as I sing a small tune remains up in case anyone tries to throw anything. If they anything however, then I doubt having those two here will be able to prevent me from taking action. Everyone in this room has done several things unforgivable. First they made fun of my singing and then dare to insult me further with tomatoes. Then that band member with the cold beer, he will be first if I decide to commit to genocide. I am angry; I am sticky with my large bag on my back.

I casually approach the main branch Hyuuga girl. However, in my currently I am unable to respond to her much. "Yo. I head over to a wall space that looks like no one taken up nearby and lean back. I glare at everyone and cross my arms over my chest. My hand over my leg taps slowly as I think on what is the perfect method and timing to do this. They've insulted me not only as an entertainer, a Hyuuga and a ninja. My pride will not allow this to be forgiven, I will not allow this to be forgiven. "How beautiful it will look with bodies hitting the floor…" I mutter under my breath.

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Oto Shouheki (Sound Barrier)
Rank: "D"[ b]"C"

[/b] "B" "A" "S"
Skill: Ninjutsu, Vocal
Effect: Sound waves that alter the trajectory of projectile attacks.
Special: Singing
Drawback: Will not work against melee strikes or attacks anchored to the ground with the exception of whip-like attacks. Will only work on techniques of the same rank as the rank of Sound Barrier known.
Description: The Bard will hold a very low pitched note and after the appropriate amount of time the sounds will begin to form a slight barrier ten meters in front of the bard. This barrier, however, will not stop attacks as a normal one would but will redirect them slightly to the left or right of the user to prevent them from being struck.
Limit: Art of the Bard, 'Singing'.
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[Solus]

C

learly the three were not regular customers of this particular establishment. The first revealed herself by ordering something that was devoid of alcohol, whereas the other referred to his poison as ‘one alcohol’. The third revealed himself, well… more or less by revealing himself. Shortly thereafter the waitress returned to Tamako after Seto had dismounted the stage, bringing the woman a drink that seemed to be composed of one half alcohol free beer and one half citron lemonade. Zuruel in the meantime would get a large glass containing a clear neon green liquor that released a smell which would remind you of anise. It was served with a little teaspoon and a few cubes of sugar on the side, clearly it was the intention that you could sweeten the drink to levels that you preferred.

With the inclusion of Seto there were now three sitting at the same table that would have greater power each than all others in the bar combined. Allegedly. That was of course assuming that none of the others here had control over chakra or received any rigorous shinobi like training. A new man walked into the bar. He too looked out of sync with the rest. He entered the bar from the street, but strangely enough his clothes bore little evidence of the rain still audibly trickling outside. The sheer nature of his clothes also stood out, he wore a well-tailored tweed suit underneath an alabaster labcoat. One hand ran nervously through his thin grey hair as he looked at a pocket watch which he would flip shut and stick in the pocket of his blazer. Looking around frantically the old man’s eyes would fall upon your little group of three, which caused him to approach relatively quickly. He would cough to immediately get your attention. ”Don’t talk, there is almost no time. Listen carefully as from this moment a chain of events is set into motion that will echo through time. My younger self is going to walk in here in a minute. You…” He spoke, pointing to Tamako. ”Must sleep with my younger self to change the world. There is no time for questions, I must go before the timegate closes!” The man said, all very quickly, just fast enough to keep track of what he said, walking off at a brisk stride as soon as the last letter escaped his lips, quickly disappearing into the men’s bathroom.

Odd to say the least.

[Amelie]

Tamako was relieved the Hyuuga noticed her, she needed to see who this guys was. Although he started to sing some more, the singing was still as bad as it first seemed. Seto walked right towards her, he was pretty angry from what she could gather. The waitress brought Tamako a drink, it looked pretty yellowish. From her guess it was some kind of lemonade, she sipped a little from it. Immediately the taste was weird to her, there was definitely something mixed in as well but she couldn't tell what. It certainly didn't taste bad, but I wouldn't want to drink this every day. "Hi." she said to the Hyuuga who chose the walls. "What is your name cousin?" she would call all branch members that way, it was also true in a sense. "I am Tamako if you already don't know. Glad you decided to come here, do you want some towel to get rid of that liquid they poured on you?" she just asked, not like she had a towel at hand to help him. Well I could always have him go to the toilets.

Another person has entered the pub, Tamako hasn't noticed at all. In fact she wouldn't even be trying to look at the doors since she has entered the premises and so found nothing strange on the old man who wasn't wet, only some time after this all happened she would go back to remember this. This strange old man just out of the blue jumps right at their faces and says something about time stuff, some gibberish and that she needs to sleep with this younger him. Tamako was almost speechless, such a preposterous suggestion. "P-pervert! Get him!" she screamed and pointed at the old man right after hearing the word "sleep" her face was turning red with anger.

Not only was this old man a pervert but also mad, she went after him as he was leaving their table, he needed some punishment "You pervert, stop! How indecent can you be to even suggest this." What will the rest of the pub think or do? Will they stand there and do nothing? Seto should also have heard it, the branch members usually filled a role of bodyguards to the main house, how will he react to all this?

[Skulking Shinzu]

Zuruel’s jaw descended slightly in awe as his drink arrived. “A-Amazing.” The assassin had never witnessed such a sight. Carefully, he caressed the sides of the cold glass with his fingers. It almost looked as if he was about to handle some sort of mystical and forbidden treasure. He even went as far as to lean forwards in order to allow the stench of the drink to waft into his nose. “Splendid.” He whispered to himself as he caught a whiff of some sort of unfamiliar and foreign spice. “So this is ‘alchohol’?”

Zuruel glanced around. Everyone’s ‘alcohol’ appeared to be different to his. Some were golden in colour, others darker shades. Only his seemed to bear a unique, almost toxic greenish tint. “Excuse me.” He paused for a moment in order to allow the words to catch the bartender’s attention. “Apologies, but I am curious. This drink… What is the cause of its unique colouring? Some sort of dye?” The assassin was beginning to feel a tad cautious. The colour reminded him of poisons he had used in the past to burn the flesh off of men. Of course, there was no such danger in this establishment. Still, Zuruel couldn’t help but tense up as his instincts flared. Sometimes, he wished he could just forcefully turn them off.

“Eh?” Zuruel turned towards the direction of the two Hyuga as Seto gave the girl a rather informal greeting. “They are past acquaintances?” Zuruel shrugged. They certainly did not appear to be close, but at the same time, the mere presence of the girl had somehow tamed the normally quite wild and unruly Seto. “Distant relatives?” Zuruel felt engrossed in the duo’s conversation. “Cousin? Yet they do not know each other’s names?” The assassin wondered if this had something to do with the unique blood flowing through their veins. Could this also mean that Zuruel had a family of his own somewhere out there? Despite having never laid eyes on another Kedoin, Zuruel knew for certain that he was not the last of his race. His kind was far too resilient to die off that easily. Could he call other Kedoin his ‘cousins’ though? The term felt odd.

“What the?” Zuruel let the words slip out of his mouth despite not wanting to catch Seto's attention. “Wh-” The assassin found himself cut off by a strange old man in a lab coat. “Unusual attire… A researcher? And what is this nonsense about chain events?” He found all this to be quite peculiar. “His clothing…” Zuruel’s keen attention for detail had even helped him spot the fact that this man had somehow been untouched by even a single droplet of rain. “A Suiton user? No not a user… A master.”

Zuruel’s left hand slid slyly under his cloak. “This guy…” His fingers gripped his still-sheathed katana. “…Is dangerous.” Before the assassin could act any further, a jolt of adrenaline flooded his system as the Hyuuga girl began to unexpectedly scream accusations at the newcomer. “He’s just a common pervert?” Zuruel released the grip on his weapon and pulled his hand out from underneath his cloak. “I… Do not understand.” Zuruel remained seated and utterly perplexed. “I believe there is more to this person than meets the eyes.” The words were directed at the female Hyuga in an attempt to calm her and warn of the possible danger that might be surrounding this seemingly harmless old man.

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The main branch Hyuuga girl appears kinder than most other Hyuuga. Main branch Hyuuga when addressing a branch family often talks down and quite harsh. They often take every chance to knock us down and try to forget that are related and human. They often avoid even using the word that remotely to human. However, this girl in front of me is actually treating me decently. I am not really used to this as she calls me cousin and offer to help dry water that got run down my neck. It not like I am going to forgive her for booing me. Though she still kinder compare to the others anyway. "No thank you, it'll dry up soon."

A man enters the bar and my eyes turn to see who entered. My hearing is much better so I notice something is off. For starters, despite the rain, the man is completely dry. I cannot even hear a single drop of liquid on his body. Hm, perhaps he has mastery over water or maybe even fire style to stay dry, I think to myself as I further study. He appears to be nervous about something as he flips something out of his coat and notice the time. The man who appears to be quite old turns his attention toward Tamako and me. However, what happens next takes even me off-guard.

My hearing is extremely good, even up to twenty-five meters I can tell you a lot of things about a person. I can tell you what type of sound is made, location, what caused the sound and so forth. However, even without that passive ability, I can clearly hear this pervert who came into the bar and told her to have intercourse with his younger self. Tamako is obviously freaked out and take offense to this. Tamako screams at me to get him. I'm not in the best of mood here and normally hate to be order around by any main branch. Yet the chance to release my anger and get this pervert at the same time I will not waste. My eyes dilate in white color as veins bulge out of the corner of my eyes.

I begin seeing everything around me in 360 degrees with chakra flowing to my eyes. Everything changes to the color of black and white to me in 110 meters. I watch the old man head to the bathroom. I try to see whatever motive he has or find some sort of observation I can find. I scream at the old man as I follow directly behind him into the bathroom. "Come back here you dirty old pervert!"

By uttering this curse forth, a sonic wavelength is shot towards the old man while chakra is flowing through my voice. This jutsu has a range of sixty meters+ 20 meters. There is no w he can suddenly get away from these eyes, ears and my voice jutsu range. The hit of this jutsu will cause the old man to cough blood as well as become dizzy for three posts with no lasting side effects. I'm not letting him go anywhere as I open door and prepare for a fight!

[Solus]

T

hough called out by Tamako as the man walked away in an attempt to be inconspicuous, Zuruel wisely stayed his hand. In some vain attempt to show off to the woman in his presence, this was obviously quite clear and queer, Seto decided to engage. His curse would hit an old feeble man, one already on the brink of death. Hit by a B-ranked jutsu the old man would simply cough blood, keel over, and start on the slow and arduous task of drowning on his own blood as it would fill his lungs. ”MURDERER!!!” Someone called in the distance. And indeed, other than saying something rancid you had hit an old man with a potentially deadly jutsu, spelling his doom. Trying to explain this to a jury would become quite difficult. Someone ran outside, screaming for the city guard as ten patrons would jump onto Seto.

Unable for Seto to see as he was covered in ten sweaty men trying to wrestle him down, Zuruel and Tamako would clearly see a complete but lookalike of the old man enter the bar. He wore the exact same clothes but was in his twenties, still possessing a full head of hair and a stylish blonde beard and a quite toned frame. However, upon seeing the scene inside he too would run outside to assist the other man in rallying the city guard to stop this insidious murderer.

Trying to pin Seto’s limbs to the floor one of the ten men assailing would bite down between his legs harshly on his left leg in an attempt to keep the boy occupied whereas another would place a knife on the Hyuuga’s throat, informing him that if he would remain still until in the custody of the city guard, no harm would come to him. In the distance the old man would cough, a few blood splatters surrounding his mouth as he would stop breathing, making murder a reality. How would it feel to see that your attempts to impress would turn you into the lowest of all human scum?

[Amelie]

Tamako almost couldn't fathom what was happening right after the man was leaving and she followed. A few vocal cues from the Hyuuga branch family and the old man was quickly spewing blood. There was nothing she could do or have done to prevent this, the man simply took too much and his frail body gave away. Even though he was a pervert, killing him was an overkill. Everyone at the pub quickly jumped to the conclusion that Seto killed him and began chanting "Murderer!" and actually springing into action where some would jump on him. She didn't honestly know what to do, was the old man really dead? If so it would indeed mean Seto murdered him, this means he should be given to the authorities to judge. What a mess she thought, nothing can be done about this.

While she was thinking what to do, a lookalike to the old man entered the bar. Shortly he too participated at apprehending the suspect. Tamako studied the young man who looked a copy of the older one. No, this does not make sense. It must be his son. The only other explanation would be time travel. There was no way someone could travel through time, it was just impossible to her. She noticed a few people starting to bite into Seto's privates, this was unacceptable. "Hey you guys, don't bite him in the leg. Do you know how human bites hurt?" she tried to scold those who did that. Their apprehension was a bit too aggressive even if Seto was ninja. If Seto wanted to, all these people would be dead in a second like that old guy. Tamako continued to make a scene by scolding the people who were too aggressive.

[👺 Usiel]

Going to have to ask that some edits are made, please remove sexual content in here.

[👺 Usiel]

I'm voiding this thread here and now. Whatever it was you were doing, you get nothing, no pass go, no $200.

This thread seriously ticked me off. You Geno ticked me off.

You made it sound like Solus was all against you. He didn't You controlled his NPC which you cannot do, then you killed another NPC and now you act like nothing should happen to you? Dude that's murder. Anyways I'm done with this. No more interaction with you all. This ends now. Go home, go somewhere else but Solus will not be GMing you anymore.