Harmony Gambler (T)

[Moon]

Detect Good
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user can sense the presence of good.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Range of this Jutsu is 20 meters cone-shaped emanation. Duration is Concentration, up to 5 minutes per Class Level. This Jutsu functions like Detect Evil, except that it detects the auras of good creatures, worshippers of good deities, good Jutsus, and good Chakra items, and the user is vulnerable to an overwhelming good aura if they are evil. Healing potions, antidotes, and similar beneficial items are not good.
Limit: Must be a Sensor Specialist.


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[+1 TP B-Rank]

[Skulking Shinzu]

+11 TP. Learned.

[Moon]

Bulwark of Reality
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user creates a shimmering armour around themselves.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A personal based technique. Works on the user. Duration of the Jutsu is 5 minutes per Class Level. Weaving its power into a matrix of force-tentacles that shimmer briefly, then descend around the user's form. A faintly glowing silvery field of force surrounds the user, providing the user with a +6 Hardness bonus to against all Attacks. Because the bulwark of reality is made of force, incorporeal creatures can't bypass it the way they do normal armor.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.
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[+1 TP B-Rank]
[+1 TP Floating]

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The non-word escaped his lips without consent, a struggle-sound, as again, aglow, arose a pale gradient tearing space into obscene flaring ribbons. Like a pocket of gas the loose slabs of light adhered like gel, like the ghost of glue, into an outpouring of tentacles mesh like satisfied hands into a layering of force. Pure; strong. Crafted by will, a bulwark, a bivouac, a warrant from existence - this is just the barest, weakest, most novice, but - real by the gods, real - step towards understanding what power is (his thoughts,his inner ranting says). To command into reality what one wishes; he stands, the forcefield moves with him, naturally. To be powerful enough to be free. He strains, squinting harder, the shield flickers off,then back on again several times faster than before. It is centered on Kuhaia's center, as is his focus. Inhales. Exhales.

Out like a snuffed candle the silver strobe blackens. Then; poof (not magic, just from nowhere) - a solemn gray horizon burst from within and curling onto the bulk made bubble. Instant now, like a reflex. It has taken him five seconds to perfect it and he curses and taunts himself, his slowness - he tries to hit himself in frustration but the array of force springs up automatically and blocks his strike.

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[The Bearer of Bad News]

learned

[Moon]

Chakra Armour, Minor
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A minor form of Armour made of Force.
Special: ---
Drawback: Does not stack with Armour
Description: A personal or touched based technique. The Duration of the Jutsu is 1 minute. User creates an invisible field of force around the subject that grants them Armour giving them a hardness bonus of +2. As a force effect, this armour bonus applies normally against touch attacks and attacks from incorporeal creatures.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.


[??/10]

[+1 TP B-Rank]

[/i] these techniques, their structure beyond the arrangement of matter through will on through to their memetic composites - the armor became second nature to form near instantaneously. The genin thought of wrapping his body in a shield. Reality responded, curved the bulk of the all to answer his command.

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[Naota]

+10

[Moon]

Chakra Armour
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A form of Armour made of Force.
Special: ---
Drawback: Does not stack with Armour.
Description: A personal or touched based technique. The Duration of the Jutsu is 5 minutes per Class Level. An invisible but tangible field of force surrounds the subject. It provides them Armour giving them a hardness bonus of +6. As a force effect, this armour bonus applies normally against touch attacks and attacks from incorporeal creatures.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist. Must know Chakra Armour, Minor.



[??/10]

[+1 TP B-Rank]

[/i]. Their intensity was now like an actual weight he could move and feel moving back against him. Kuhaia's eyes opened and he confirmed, no, he could see nothing different coating the space around his limbs. But he knew. He could feel the flow of force gird dimensions into a cocoon-like layered shield holding him in its embrace.



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[Naota]

+10

[Moon]

-exit

[Moon]

Soul Split
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User can make a clone of themselves that can act independent of themselves.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Target is Personal. Range is Personal. Duration is 5 hours per Class Level. With a great show of will the user rips their soul in half effectively making a copy of themselves. By performing this Jutsu the user makes a full size copy of themselves. This copy is the user as much as the user is its copy. The user takes their chakra and splits it in half. This means that the user must now work with half of their energy, and half of the capabilities when dealing with Soulcaster techniques. All the user's other abilities and skills stay the same. At any time 1 of the copies can dismiss the other no matter what the range. If one is dismissed or if they are killed it does not bring back the chakra or energy, however the user will know. If one of the copies is killed the other copy is stunned for 1 round. If dismissed or killed any extra items they are carrying drops to the ground as the copy vanishes.
Limit: Must be a Soulcaster.


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[POST 1]
^{+1 TP @ B RANK}

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How separate were such phenomena, he wondered, hands folded while he sat on the cool ground. If he were to split himself in two, to divide his essence, what would the halves represent? Could such a thing be possible? He felt his Soul seem to tug at the insides of his body, almost in confirmation of his suspicions. He knew that many feats of the soul were possible given the proper application of will, and he also knew that despite how strong-willed he felt...techniques involving his own soul seemed the most difficult to master.

As with most endeavors regarding his own personal power, no scroll or instructor sat ready to teach him. He wasn't even sure it was something that was possible - but idle fancy and curiosity convened to cause his steady breath to come a little faster now. Breathe in. Breathe out. If he were to split his soul would it feel like a headache, or an impact crater? Would it be the sharp tear of a blade cutting through flesh or something smoother, gentler, like unraveling, he asked himself without actually saying anything.

His soul wavered. He felt it move, within himself, as if he were filled with some sort of liquid threatening to burn him from the inside out. A collection of power; the essence of his very spirit was then envisioned, quantified, truly seen. Moon looked out over a vast underground emptiness that echoed now with the ghost of his own form, attempting to congeal itself from free-floating particles of chakra kicked up with Moon's concentration.

"Tch.





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[Moon]

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[POST 2]
^{+1 TP @ B RANK}

[Moon]

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[POST 3]
^{+1 TP @ B RANK}

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The thought scared him. He opened his eyes. He acknowledged the fear; it had been some time since he’d reaffirmed his desire for singularity, and the suffering such a desire could cause. Attachment is the root of all suffering. The delusion of separation is the root of all attachment. The mind is delusion, is not real, is a thing that has always been changing each moment of ones life. The self is a delusion. Delusion is…

...split. Split apart from reality; reality is a duality. What it is, and what it isn’t. The unreal helps define it; to split is also...to double.

These thoughts comforted him as his soul itself seemed to bristle at attention, sending sensations of awareness deep into the worn muscle beneath Moon’s scaly hide. Suddenly; at the top of his forehead - a division. A splitting. Almost like a knife blade slicing him in two a partition appeared, a surgical line of force that seemed as if he’d grown two heads. This gruesome image could only be half-seen, an incorporeal glowing shadow of impossible positions that jutted from the side of his still intact physical head. He screamed in agony with a roar that shook the swamp, popping slow-formed bog bubbles and silencing even the insects dotting the pale miasma. The light his bisected soul cast was quickly, gratefully, darkness once more.

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[Moon]

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[POST 4]
^{+1 TP @ B RANK}

[/i] and down as if the flapping might lift his second self free. His muscles ached and he perceived that as an inherent failure of performing the technique. He was moving his soul. Why was the strain being felt in his muscles and bones?

The effort of the impromptu splitting made him dizzy and the light of his attempt highlighted the scowl of frustration on his face. In smaller increments, he tried first to move his Soul in bunches. He would gather it (somehow, unsure of how it could have a set amount or quantity, unsure of how it could be measured and then cajoled and pushed like blood through a vein) with force of will alone. He felt his soul deform from the pressure but remain whole and intact. Only splitting himself like some blunted axe hacking a forest sapling seemed to cause him the intense rush of pain that he felt extend from soul to form, in one brilliant flash of discomfort.

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[Moon]

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[POST 5]
^{+1 TP @ B RANK}

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His voice echoed in the cavern, his soul flickered expectantly.

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[Moon]

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[POST 6]
^{+1 TP @ B RANK}

[/i], as he inhaled and exhaled and then attempted to force crude shape onto his essence. When his eyes opened, he stared into a face that was perfectly identical to his own, and smiled for a few seconds.

Then he gave a look of sheer disgust, and took several steps back.


From the neck down; the 'clone' he created was only a series of flaws. Wings jutting out of the chest cavity; a heart visible in a ball of golden scales, both legs where a single arm should have extended outwards. The bottom half of the 'clones' body was just Moon's own tail, now fat and forced upright upon the swamp grounds like a serpent. Though the face seemed to match the same hues as his own, Moon's copy did not otherwise emote or speak; it seemed frozen in the same look its master had before making it. Moon prodded the things chest with a claw and it fell down into a jumble of limbs, stupid look plastered on its face, making no sounds but the pained breaths of an abomination. Moon dismissed the thing without realizing it through the negativity of his emotional reaction alone, but; it was in the name of progress, and so it was good.



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[Moon]

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[POST 7]
^{+1 TP @ B RANK}

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Moon's voice like a thundercloud, his form shuddering. A single humanoid shape became something like a white ball of energy, blossomed into a fresh arrangement of chakras. A divide begins, breaks the centerline of the sphere with the sound of clapping. The sphere splits fully into two sides, two half spheres that fall to the ground from their former position floating in mid-air with tiny energetic crackling. The light they cast dims suddenly, grows to humanoid forms soon after. From the two sections, out walk...two very different creatures.


One has the wings, tail, claws and fangs of a dragon, but moves in great lurching steps, exhaling in aggressive puffs of brightness, pure gold, with scales so large they bunch at the joints. Its white hair touches the ground. The other is uneven brown tones tainted with red, with a bald head and a single white horn saluting the swamp from the back of its skull. Its body seemed otherwise human except for its gigantic stature - it towers over the dragonling without affecting either's impressive aura. Both beings eyes were black with red points; both were off-putting.

He'd split his soul.

The dragon half, the demon half.

The two creatures stared at each other with something like the same mind, the same thoughts picking over the surreal, the alien, and yet the familiar across a chasm of the soul. When one moves to the right, the other moves to the left, and they circle each other in motions that soon become too quick for normal eyes to follow. They meet in a collision of impacts tearing craters through the mud, through the ichor of old swamp deities whose carcasses became the very land. Each of the two souls burned the same, inside. Outside, the two halves of Moon's heritage could see only what was different about the other, and they fought silently, mimicking each others wild punches and kicks without noticing.



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[Spectre of the Falls(Kuroki)]

+77 TP