Song of the Sirens[Training, Open]

[Fae of the Wild]

Name: Enchanting Melody Ice Release 
Rank: C, B, A
Skill: Ninjutsu, Supplementary
Effect: Allows the user to use a ninjutsu or genjutsu with singing or an instrument as a medium.
Special: --
Drawback: Must be learned multiple times.
Description: This technique allows the user to use a release ninjutsu or genjutsu with their voice or instrument as a medium as opposed to hand seals. The amount of time and chakra needed to use the technique remains the same as normal, this allows only a different medium. This technique must be learned for each perception/release the user wishes to use. A C ranked releases would require C rank of this technique. A B rank release would require B rank of this technique, and so on. Which techniques of the release/perception can be used are dependent on the users skill rank in singing/instruments.
Novice - E and D rank techniques.
Average - C rank techniques.
Advanced - B rank techniques.
Expert - A rank techniques.
Master - S rank techniques.

Limit: Art of the Bard.

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Song being sang
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A brisk cool air sang gently through the air, forewarning the looming grasp of winter that is to come. Beatrice tentatively stepped into an open field, leaves still freshly fallen from the scattered trees that were native the islands of Mist. A month has passed, she enrolled as a ninja after displaying her Kaishin abilities. But, she felt odd. She missed singing and the passion she felt every-time someone heard her sing. Despite her disdain towards most men, she felt proud that her music ensnares the perverseness that most men held. She let the cool breeze and smell of the surrounding waters invigorate her body. She thought back to when 'Mom' began teaching her the basics of singing and remembered one of the first lullabies she heard.

After a moment of humming and letting the wind settle, Beatrice began to sing.
"Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby
Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay"
Her eyes were closed, her arms were shrouded by her kimono, one hand on the ground, other lax on the side of her body. She was slightly laying on the cool ground, feeling the temperatures around her drop drastically around her, the water around her started to crawl around her. The water started to from a shore of water, slightly waving to and fro to the now on coming winds.
"And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow
Bless you with love for the road that you go."

She was picturing the moment she left her family, her 'Mom' and 'Sisters' weeping at her departure. The shore of water formed into the entrance of the forest. Ice started to crystallize on the tips of the water-formed coniferous trees. Beatrice opened her eyes, awed at the sight of such beauty she was creating, the image bringing back more fond memories of the brothel.

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"May you sail far to the far fields of fortune
With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet"

Beatrice kept on singing, slowly walking towards the now frost laced water forest. Water slowly circled around Beatrice, slowly forming into a small boat. As she stepped onto it, the water froze completely, forming a complete boat of ice. Mom and her sisters sang this song as she was exiled from the land she came from. Merging with the wind, small particles of water turned into ice crystals, glittering in the setting sun, swirling around her figure.

"And may you need never to banish misfortune
May you find kindness in all that you meet"


Her pale hand was passing through a small stream of water that was forming into a too familiar man, her posture turned defensive, voice portraying anger now. The water formed man was the man she killed, for good reason too. The ice crystals began to flurry around her, but another water form creation popped into existence. It was 'Mom' giving a solemn smile, slightly caressing her snow-like complexion. Beatrice knew Mom wanted her to let go of her hatred for men. But what they did to her and her sisters was unforgivable. But before she could turn back to the water-formed man, Mom quickly streamed into the man, making both dissipate into the air.

"May there always be angels to watch over you
To Guide you each step of the way"

"To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay"

The boat she was on quickly vanished, forming back into water flowing around her, she continued to trek in circles in the frozen forest that was reforming at each step. Her remembrance of her 'Sisters came to the front of her mind, thus allowing the free flowing water to form into Violet and Rose, quickly crystallizing into solid figures. They were both smiling and quickly flew in front of her. Three ambiguous forms of water formed, each one being banished as Violet and Rose attacked them one by one. They always protected her from the more obscene men who wanted to bed her when she was seven.

"May you bring love and may you bring happiness
Be loved in return to the end of your days"

Tears started to fall and freeze as she realized what her ice creation created next. A perfect clarity of one of her repetitive clients that she grew fond of. This man spoke of sweet nothings to her, and she held onto each word, making her feel special. She continued singing, longing for the man that was still formed before her. Another crystal clear ice formed into...into her. The man held ice-Beatrice with such passion, before she melted and twisted into another female, one of noble blood that quickly won the man she thought she once loved. Anger started to rise again, but her mentality and thought process with the lullaby changed the scene again, stopping her in her tracks.

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Violet, Rose, Mom, and her other sisters, clearly naked, exposing the beauty the brothel had to offer. This was after she killed the man that got one of her sisters killed. She was glad she done the deed, but her vengeance wasn't quenched. Her ice form materialized once again, in the middle of her sisters, each one taking turns caressing and kissing the cold ice, before vanishing into the air once more. Anger now subsiding, was replaced with remorse. Despite the short absence, she still missed her sisters.

"Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you
I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay"

She was nearing the end of the song, her emotions were still steering, making her feel drained in the process, but she had to finish the song, in consideration to her Family. The forest melted back into water, and began to swirl around her. The stream of water split into even different bodies. Rose, Violet, and Mom returned, along with four other of her sisters. They were all moving their lips, as if they were trying to sing to her. Slowly, one by one, each women stepped up to her, kissing their frozen lips with her warm ones, slowly dissolving completely back into the stream of water. She was tired now, she wanted to sleep, but the song wasn't done yet.

"May there always be angels to watch over you
To guide you each step of the way"

"To guard you and keep you safe from all harm
Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay"

"Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay..."

Her eyes were getting dreary, the song came to an end, the water formed into two ambiguous forms once again, one female and one male. Both of them were holding hands with loving smiles on their face. Another form materialized, it was a younger version of herself between the two other figures. It was her parents she always wanted. But it was all destroyed by a nobleman who dared to squander her mother. She couldn't be angry right now, tears flowed again before she passed out. The moment before she lost her conscious, she felt a pair of hands brush the flowing, wet, black hair from her face, and an icy pair of lips on her forehead.

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Quality read! good stuff

+30 learned

edited

User actually is doing a B rank

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Song being sang

It was only two hours or so before she awakened from her slumber. She moved her damp hair out of her eyes, slowy pushing her self in an upright position. She gazed at the sky, seeing it transitioned to the night. If it was cloudy, the land would of been pitch black, but the sky was clear, with a beautiful full moon illuminating the near freezing night. Winter would be approaching the islands soon and she was prepared to embrace it once again. She thought back to her singing just hours before, what her singing was able to do. She was able to infuse it give it life, albeit she let it form based from her emotions and intent. She wanted to see the extent that she could do with her ice creation, so she began to sing a more 'extreme' song.

She cleared her throat and focused on the feeling she held from her first bought of singing, but more in control now.
"Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
Tell me I'm the perfect queen"

With a motion of her hand, she willed the formation of the surrounding water to .form a wall like structure, soon after, the wall freezing completely. Beatrice then protruded an elegant mirror, with minute designs, one she once had at the brothel to get ready for her clients. The center of the mirror was transparent, seeing through to the other side of the wall. Ice was quickly forming behind the transparent mirror into an image of Beatrice her self, except she seemed more regal and adorned a subtle tiara.

Ice is known for its vanity, and that is what this regal version of Beatrice was portraying, the vanity side of her personality. Ice-like hands flipped frozen strands of flowing hair, showing off the purity and flawlessness of her ice skin, the detail and delicacy of her snow laced kimono, which accented a bigger bosom, showing that is what most men wanted from her, bigger breast, which Ice Beatrice had no problem showing off.

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"Mirror mirror in my hand
Who's the fairest in the land?
Are they lining up for me?"

With her continued singing, she allowed her natural intent and emotion to let loose again, since it seemed the creations seemed more attuned and detailed than if she consciously controlled it. The Regal version of herself flicked her hand, demanding the water around her to form into a very thin, pure, but reflective piece of ice. Ice Beatrice moved her hand and allowed the ice mirror in her hand to touch the wall mirror, which quickly turned as reflective as the hand mirror, as the hand mirror quickly dissolved. Beatrice was now facing her singing image, ice Beatrice being gone, three ambiguous, sexless, ice creation materialized behind her, groveling at her feet. She wanted to sneer, and kick them away. Many of her clients prostrated themselves before her many times when they wanted to be dominated.

"Maybe I am not all that I've learned
Close your eyes, and you twist and you turn
I know I am more than they see
I'm everything, everything is me
I won't be what you want me to be
Your picture perfect vanity
I don't want to be your dirty pretty"

As she continued with the song, she turned back to the reflective mirror, which wasn't reflective anymore. Her image turned into a semi-ambiguous being, only realizing its her by the ice-like hair. Her intent was being reflected off the free flowing ice, as Ice had such a reflective structure and persona. A feminine, but yet know hand could be seen behind the female in the mirror. It was Mom, who would, if she was here, tell her about not holding grudges, but Mom was never able to squash that from her personality. But, Mom knew of her potential, the growth she had in the brothel showed just that.

Mom soon after dissolved into a stream of water, being formed into what ever her song deemed necessary. But mirror-Beatrice was more detailed now, but trying to 'sleep'. She kept on tossing and turning, knowing what she should do, but her ice-like vengeance was there to stay. The Mirror-Beatrice quickly got up, all of the ice dissipating and forming into a few reflective mirrors before striking a haughty pose, peeling off the ice-kimono, showing off her perfect, crystal structured body. This is what men wanted, but she refused to give this to men in love. She refused to befoul her body with such taint unless it was necessary

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"Mirror mirror unleash your tongue
Am I too old, am I too young?
Am I worthy of thy love?"

The arrogant Ice-Beatrice was no mouthing something, something foul or insulting. Beatrice got this from the formation of ice like men throwing themselves in anger at her. But, being the ice cold bitch she is, Ice Beatrice kicked them aside, literally, to the point she was pounding one with the sole of her foot, still scolding the man for being, well, a man. Her insecurities began to show, which was almost never, since most people say the cold exterior she often wore, which stayed intact, besides melting in the presence of her Sisters.

The Ice Beatrice reformed into something else. It was hunched over, with a simple can by her side. The frost hair seemed more brittle, despite being made out of ice, and less lustrous. The head of the Ice woman went up, now recognizing who it was, her as she grew older. She was afraid that her beauty would fade as time took its toll, but quickly shut that out of her mind. But what struck her the most was the presence of that man she thought she loved. It almost made her cry when the formation smiled in such a cruel way. Another formation appeared of a woman, who took the man away. She would never be loved by a man ever again. They know nothing of a woman's plight.

"Mirror mirror, you're so vain
Would you sell yourself for fame?
Are you the vulture, or are you the dove?"

She saw a closer look at the detailed ice-woman that took away her client she once loved as it materialized in front of her. She was average, plain looking, almost masculine in shape and size. It was insulting that such atrocity in beauty would woo and win that man over. The Ice-Beatrice looked like she could murder someone from just her vanity itself. But it was true, she was superior when it came to looks. But she remembered what she did afterwards. The mess of ice that was on the field transformed into a nightmare of a sight, something she regretted doing since that day, but a man broke her heart and she deemed it proper to induce such cravings.

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There was seven men made of ice, some had detail, others didn't due to lack of paying attention to her clients that came in. Two of the men were massaging Ice-Beatrice's feet, worshiping them. Another was caressing and placing softly spoken kisses up her smooth, clear thighs. Two other men of ice were caressing and playing with her bosom, being slightly rough due to inexperience and impatience. This scene disgusted Beatrice and quickly sang through this image, which quickly dissolved back into a stream of flowing water.


"Maybe I am not all that I've learned
Close your eyes, and you twist and you turn
I know I am more than they see
I'm everything, everything is me
I won't be what you want me to be
Your picture perfect vanity
I don't want to be your dirty pretty"

What came next was almost as bad as the previous winter scene. Rose, Violet, Mom and a few other sisters came to existence. Mom had that look of concern. She should of been happy that she made so much from her clients in that one night. But no, she was upset, which just made Beatrice furious. Ice-Rose had her hands on her hips with a disappointed look, a look of shame towards Beatrice. It was unnerving to see such a thing from an ice creation based from her own emotional escape.

Rose was next to step to take control of the brothel if something were to happen to Mom, but Rose was usually more apprehensive about the clients. Violet was chuckling. A smile graced her lips in approval. Approval. This made Beatrice sick to her stomach, her singing faltered momentarily, which was all it took to distort the scene and let the ice crash to the now tundra of a ground. She stopped singing to gather her wits, but she needed to sing, to get all the grievances out. She dare not be weak or show weakness to the lesser sex.

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"I won't close my eyes, like you want me to
I am wild and free, I am untamable...
I'm more than you'll ever see
More than just your dirty pretty"

As Beatrice started singing again, Mom, Rose, and Violet all appeared once more, with the same looks the shared before the fell from the pain she felt from such actions. Ice-Beatrice formed once more, in all her naked glory, she felt powerful. These memories and emotions would not get in the way of her ambitions and her duplicate showed such posture. She grew twice the size, a collar she did not recognize on her before was broken from the sudden shift in size, allowing multiple ice shards to wisp around everyone.

The glimmering shards around the Ice Beatrice made her beauty to stand out further. Her hair was roaring with freezing passion. As if she would prove to them that she is better. Ice crawled around the frozen body and reformed her kimono, covering her "modest" figure. The frozen obi was formed last, lacing everything together that formed an icy visage of confidence. She stepped forward to the three ice-women, and a few groveling men and shined in brilliance, moon light reflecting off her and causing the figures before her to vanish.

"Maybe I am not all that I've learned
Close your eyes, and you twist and you turn
I know I am more than they see
I'm everything, everything is me
I won't be what you want me to be
Your picture perfect vanity
I don't want to be your dirty pretty"

The song was almost over. The gigantic Ice figure of herself quietly knelled down on her knees, hands in a forlorn position. She was placid, contemplating the whole experience she just went through. She knew that she had to get past her pride and petty vengeance, but she refused to be controlled by the people who wanted to get rid of such notion. An icy hand gripped the frozen tundra, absorbing the ice that was resting all around. Ice Beatrice formed to be twenty feet in height, a daunting image. The gaze in her eye was formidable, piercing and going against all that went against her. She would not conform and by anyone's "dirty pretty."

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+50 learned

Good job

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