Poor Civilians[Open Training, No Death]
Dec 15, 2016 8:51:06 GMT -7
Post by Necromancer of the West on Dec 15, 2016 8:51:06 GMT -7
Poor Civilians
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Dusk was slowly approaching Kohonagakure, the streets were bustling about with civilians and ninja alike. Thin legs, dressed in tight, velvet material, walked down the streets with grace that was recited constantly to get it down to a point. Rael was searching for his first victim. Training target is a more appropriate word I guess, don’t want to get in trouble now.’ The man sharpened is grin a tad more, now going from ear to ear. A small chuckle could be heard if one was close enough, he spotted a drunkard out and about, stumbling. Now Rael wasn’t picky on his targets, but the dumb ones were his favorite to rile up. The man’s face was rather pudgy, red faced due to the amount of sake he consumed, clothes slopped together as if he didn’t care for what he looked like. ‘Filthy Swine’ A sneer formed his face, hands scrunched up in the pocket of his black trench coat. The urge to grab a senbon and lobotomize the fool was high, but soon passed with the objective he held in mind.
Rael stalked his pray more and more, each time agitation and contempt for such foul beast was augmented. Finally, the pig-like man stumbled into a dark alley, trash cans were mostly barren, only for the occasional rat to scourge through a bag. The swine beast fell onto his knees and started to heave. Rael stood at the entrance to the alley way, light hitting him from behind, only his amber eyes were illuminated enough to be seen. With a smirk, he formed the necessary handseals for the jutsu he had in mind. Forming the chakra throughout his body, mentally forming an image of pure fear, in a hush toned, whispered, “Glimpse of fear.” He pulsed his chakra out, to let it consume and grasp onto the red faced drunk. Rael smirked when he saw the man’s eyes glaze over, but it didn’t latch onto him. A frown suddenly appeared on both men’s faces, but for different reasons. Rael was discontent that such low ranked jutsu failed on such a civilian, while the frown on the pig was directed towards Rael.
“whaavve youjj do’n to meee!” The drunk man stumbled to get on his own two feet. Bile was covering the jacket the man was wearing, stench was wafting over to Rael. The man charged at Rael. With a sneer of disgust, from the appearance and the acrid smell the man gave off irritated him to no end. With a swift kick to the gut, the man tumbled backwards with a startled gasp, sake bottle fell and broke into pieces, spilling such glorious content out on the dirt paved ground. With quick movements, Rael performed the handseals once again, fueled by the want of inflicting suffering, he performed the jutsu once again. ”Suffer you fool! Glimpse of fear!”
This time the man stopped in his tracks, instead of a simple glaze over his eyes, they turned hazy. Rael knew it latched on this time.
[enter the mind of the drunkard]
He saw the bottle of sake crash slowly onto the dirt paved ground, spilling a full bottle of top quality alcohol. It suddenly re appeared two feet in the air. In slow motion, it tumbled down once again. The pudgy man wanted to catch it from its descent, but when he tried to move, something was holding him back. A manly chuckle was heard behind him. Familiar lithe hands crossed his fat frame, with a familiar bracelet he got his wife a year ago. But, a masculine voice was spoken rather than a soft feminine voice he was accustomed too. “Now now De! Don’t be like that, come home and we can have so much fun!” De turned his head towards the person, seeing long flowing blond hair attached to a firm, square, bearded man, in a frilly pink dress. Arms turning muscled instead of thin. His wife was actually a man. For three years, he has been sleeping with a man!
He tried to escape, but he saw four more bottles of his most treasured sake, all slowly crash and spill such nectar of the party gods. Tears welled up and cascaded down his cheeks. A scream of anguish was let out.
[back to Rael]
Glorious screams of anguish was music to his ears. Rael smirked in victory at the man’s demise. But frowned at the sight of the man soiling himself. In revulsion, he kicked the man down again, and saw his eyes turn to normal once again. Again, wanting to cause this main agony coursed through his body, molding the chakra the way he felt the first successful time, he speed through the handseals. “Now sleep, you pig of a man! Glimpse of Fear.” The man passed out at the constant sight of one of his worst fears. With a content smirk, Rael left the man in a fear laced stupo rand continued to walk down the busy bazaar for his next victim.
Glimpse of Fear
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: User plunges the subject directly into a waking nightmare, immersing it in a world of fear for a brief instant.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Fear, Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 creature. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 6 meters plus 7 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 rounds per class level. This technique may be negated. User plunges the subject directly into a waking nightmare, immersing it in a world of fear for a brief instant. The change happens so fast that many creatures do not consciously sense it all, but a failed save means the sudden shift in perception registers long enough to leave the subject shaken for 5 round per Class Level. Sightless creatures and creatures immune to fear effects are not affected by this Jutsu. In addition, a target that fails the save to resist this Jutsu also takes a -4 penalty on all saves made to resist Jutsus with the fear descriptor for the duration of this Jutsu.
Limit: Must know the Phantasm Perception.
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: User plunges the subject directly into a waking nightmare, immersing it in a world of fear for a brief instant.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Fear, Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 creature. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 6 meters plus 7 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 rounds per class level. This technique may be negated. User plunges the subject directly into a waking nightmare, immersing it in a world of fear for a brief instant. The change happens so fast that many creatures do not consciously sense it all, but a failed save means the sudden shift in perception registers long enough to leave the subject shaken for 5 round per Class Level. Sightless creatures and creatures immune to fear effects are not affected by this Jutsu. In addition, a target that fails the save to resist this Jutsu also takes a -4 penalty on all saves made to resist Jutsus with the fear descriptor for the duration of this Jutsu.
Limit: Must know the Phantasm Perception.
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Dusk was slowly approaching Kohonagakure, the streets were bustling about with civilians and ninja alike. Thin legs, dressed in tight, velvet material, walked down the streets with grace that was recited constantly to get it down to a point. Rael was searching for his first victim. Training target is a more appropriate word I guess, don’t want to get in trouble now.’ The man sharpened is grin a tad more, now going from ear to ear. A small chuckle could be heard if one was close enough, he spotted a drunkard out and about, stumbling. Now Rael wasn’t picky on his targets, but the dumb ones were his favorite to rile up. The man’s face was rather pudgy, red faced due to the amount of sake he consumed, clothes slopped together as if he didn’t care for what he looked like. ‘Filthy Swine’ A sneer formed his face, hands scrunched up in the pocket of his black trench coat. The urge to grab a senbon and lobotomize the fool was high, but soon passed with the objective he held in mind.
Rael stalked his pray more and more, each time agitation and contempt for such foul beast was augmented. Finally, the pig-like man stumbled into a dark alley, trash cans were mostly barren, only for the occasional rat to scourge through a bag. The swine beast fell onto his knees and started to heave. Rael stood at the entrance to the alley way, light hitting him from behind, only his amber eyes were illuminated enough to be seen. With a smirk, he formed the necessary handseals for the jutsu he had in mind. Forming the chakra throughout his body, mentally forming an image of pure fear, in a hush toned, whispered, “Glimpse of fear.” He pulsed his chakra out, to let it consume and grasp onto the red faced drunk. Rael smirked when he saw the man’s eyes glaze over, but it didn’t latch onto him. A frown suddenly appeared on both men’s faces, but for different reasons. Rael was discontent that such low ranked jutsu failed on such a civilian, while the frown on the pig was directed towards Rael.
“whaavve youjj do’n to meee!” The drunk man stumbled to get on his own two feet. Bile was covering the jacket the man was wearing, stench was wafting over to Rael. The man charged at Rael. With a sneer of disgust, from the appearance and the acrid smell the man gave off irritated him to no end. With a swift kick to the gut, the man tumbled backwards with a startled gasp, sake bottle fell and broke into pieces, spilling such glorious content out on the dirt paved ground. With quick movements, Rael performed the handseals once again, fueled by the want of inflicting suffering, he performed the jutsu once again. ”Suffer you fool! Glimpse of fear!”
This time the man stopped in his tracks, instead of a simple glaze over his eyes, they turned hazy. Rael knew it latched on this time.
[enter the mind of the drunkard]
He saw the bottle of sake crash slowly onto the dirt paved ground, spilling a full bottle of top quality alcohol. It suddenly re appeared two feet in the air. In slow motion, it tumbled down once again. The pudgy man wanted to catch it from its descent, but when he tried to move, something was holding him back. A manly chuckle was heard behind him. Familiar lithe hands crossed his fat frame, with a familiar bracelet he got his wife a year ago. But, a masculine voice was spoken rather than a soft feminine voice he was accustomed too. “Now now De! Don’t be like that, come home and we can have so much fun!” De turned his head towards the person, seeing long flowing blond hair attached to a firm, square, bearded man, in a frilly pink dress. Arms turning muscled instead of thin. His wife was actually a man. For three years, he has been sleeping with a man!
He tried to escape, but he saw four more bottles of his most treasured sake, all slowly crash and spill such nectar of the party gods. Tears welled up and cascaded down his cheeks. A scream of anguish was let out.
[back to Rael]
Glorious screams of anguish was music to his ears. Rael smirked in victory at the man’s demise. But frowned at the sight of the man soiling himself. In revulsion, he kicked the man down again, and saw his eyes turn to normal once again. Again, wanting to cause this main agony coursed through his body, molding the chakra the way he felt the first successful time, he speed through the handseals. “Now sleep, you pig of a man! Glimpse of Fear.” The man passed out at the constant sight of one of his worst fears. With a content smirk, Rael left the man in a fear laced stupo rand continued to walk down the busy bazaar for his next victim.